Chapter 12 Qintai Guest Gathering: Farewell to Linyin Huang Zhongming

On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, February 8, Lin Yin woke up with severe chest pains. Her family rushed her to the hospital and tortured her for a whole day.The cause of death was a heart attack. Who is Lin Yin?That is to say, the intermediate novelist who wrote about the smoke and clouds in the Kowloon Walled City and Sunset Tiu Keng Ling. The so-called intermediate novel is a type of creation between pure literature and popular literature.Lin Yin's early novels followed the path of popular novels, and wrote many strange case series.Later, determined to be serious, they carefully concocted the Kowloon Walled City and Tiu Keng Leng.He also plans to write a novel with Aberdeen as the background; unfortunately, he is old enough to be unable to do so despite his intentions.This trilogy has not been completed in the end, otherwise his life career will come to a perfect end.However, with just two parts, it has won the favor of many critics.

Recalling that when he wanted to write Tiaojingling, he went into the mountain to inspect the scene. He suddenly felt uncomfortable, his breathing was not smooth, his vision was dark, and he passed out on the road.What kind of disease is this?Lin Yin didn't say anything. After the big work was finished, Lin Yin sent me a stack of printed manuscripts for me to preview.At a glance, the occupational disease of being an editor is onset. Pick up a pen and change it, change it again and again, and put it aside after the change.Until he called to ask for his opinion, he couldn't help saying that he had changed a lot.Lin Yin asked to send it back quickly.I said: Don't be petty.He said: "It's rare that Brother Huang is willing to teach you something. He is by no means petty. Send it quickly!"

This is the open-mindedness of the tree-shade!I remember that what I changed was only his westernized sentences and snake-footed sentences. He handled the storyline well, so I dare not say anything. Knowing Lin Yin, it was in the mid-1980s, when I was working in a newspaper office, and he was working in a warehouse. When goods came in and out, he had to sign and stamp for delivery, so he had little time to be lazy; The novel crosses the bridge; when you close your eyes in the car, every time you decide on a draft, you will write it when you get home. He told me: There are quirks in writing.

What quirk?Could it be that he is like Sansu and writes like a car coat?Or is it like Ni Kuang, who used the method of sketching to scribble on the painting board?Or, like Li Bihua, writing with pens of various colors? No.It turned out that he used a wooden board, covered it with original paper, and then half-lyed on the bed, holding the board with one hand and holding the pen with the other, and the pen fell like the sound of silkworms, and he wrote many masterpieces.But his calligraphy is not scribbled like Sansu and Ni Kuangzhi, but quite neat.In recent years, he has learned computers, and his eccentricities have been eliminated. His Tiaojingling should be typed out by typing on the keyboard.

In the late 1980s and early 1990s, I was the editor-in-chief of Prosperity Publishing House, and I asked him for manuscripts.As soon as he heard it, he jumped for joy, deeply feeling that there would be someone who knew his friends after painting the grid on the newspaper; he immediately compiled it into three books: Forever Sakura, The Coffin Robber, and The Singer Wept and sent it.In terms of artistic achievements, these three works are not as good as the later Kowloon Walled City and Tiu Keng Leng, but they are still readable. Throughout Lin Yin's life, he published a total of thirty-one books.

On the night of the spirit setting on March 4th, many literary friends went to offer sacrifices.But seeing all the hangers-on at the banquet, many of them are gray-haired.Looking back on the past, the years are rushing, and it would be embarrassing. (Excerpted from the supplement of Hong Kong Wen Wei Po on March 15, 2011)