1980 My literary era

On Sunday, the eldest nephew Han Zhuangzhuang ran back from Yanying and made two solid meals at Lin Weimin's house.

He was afraid that eating too much would affect Lin Weimin, so he bought some food for Lin Weimin after he arrived.

"Is there anything else I can do to you?"

Lin Weimin wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but this guy was so tall and strong that even Lin Weimin himself felt it was against his will.

Han Zhuangzhuang also brought news this time. Ni Zhen, their class instructor, wanted to invite Lin Weimin to give lectures to the students.

Lin Weimin scratched his head when he heard this invitation. As a literature person, what could he tell these acting students? It's not much of a problem if you give lectures to theater and literature students.

But since Teacher Ni has sent out the invitation, Lin Weimin can't just turn a blind eye. After all, his eldest nephew is still studying in Yanying.

He took a leave of absence and came to Yanying on Monday, intending to have a face-to-face chat with Ni Zhen.

"Oh! Teacher Lin, welcome!" Ni Zhen was very enthusiastic.

After the two exchanged pleasantries, they got down to the topic. After chatting, Lin Weimin realized that Ni Zhen actually didn't know what he should say to the students when he invited Lin Weimin to come.

The reason why he invited Lin Weimin through Han Zhuangzhuang was actually very simple.

The students in the amateur performance class he is now in charge of have a very short schooling period, less than one year.

Ni Zhen always felt that it was irresponsible to teach the students everything in such a short period of time, so he wanted to open up the students' horizons as much as possible.

Just at this time, Lin Weimin, a newly popular writer, appeared under the name of student Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle, and Ni Zhen became interested.

After listening to Ni Zhen's words, Lin Weimin couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although it felt a bit casual, Teacher Ni also had good intentions.

"Then what should I tell the students?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Of course it's about your major. Didn't you write "The Untouchable" for Renyi before? Let's tell the students about the creation process of the play "The Untouchable"?"

Lin Weimin thought that this was probably the only interaction he could have with these acting students.

"good."

"Then, why don't you choose a different day than hit it?"

Lin Weimin's face was full of surprise. Is this Teacher Ni too impatient?

But he thought about it and realized that this kind of thing didn't seem to be difficult for him. Everything was in his head. To teach students, you only need to organize the prophecy a little, and it is completely at your fingertips.

I’ve finished speaking today, so I don’t have to waste time next time.

Lin Weimin agreed to Teacher Ni's request, and he was very happy.

The two discussed the time. Students had to attend classes and rehearse during the day, so Lin Weimin's lecture time was set after dinner.

Teacher Ni arranged for Han Zhuangzhuang to tell the students in the class. After the news was delivered, it immediately caused an uproar in the class.

"Lin Weimin? Is he the Lin Weimin who wrote "Farewell My Concubine"?"

"Not only that, they also wrote "Cliff"!"

"How can "The Cliff" be as good as "Farewell My Concubine"?"

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In the crowd, Li Chengru gave Han Zhuangzhuang a proud look.

That day, when Han Zhuangzhuang told Li Chengru, Li Qinqin, Zhu Lin and others about his relationship with Lin Weimin during rehearsal, he specifically told them not to tell them in class.

Now it seems that several people have indeed kept their promises.

Li Qinqin asked Han Zhuangzhuang quietly, "Zhuangzhuang, did you invite Teacher Lin here?"

Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a moment and said, "Teacher Ni asked me to call my uncle here."

Li Qinqin felt an inexplicable joy in his heart. It seemed that Zhuang Zhuang's position in the heart of his uncle, Teacher Lin, was still very important. If he and Teacher Lin had a good relationship...

While Li Qinqin was full of thoughts, Zhu Lin stood quietly in the crowd, thinking about the plot of "Farewell My Concubine" in her mind.

Zhu Lin bought the April issue of "People's Literature" on the day it came out. She likes "Death of Yura" very much, but doesn't like "Insidious" and "Cliff". After all, she is a girl and is not interested in these works of fighting, killing and conspiracy.

The appearance of "Farewell My Concubine" once again deepened Zhu Lin's love for Lin Weimin, not only love, but also admiration.

When Zhu Lin thought that she would soon hear Lin Weimin giving a lecture to their class, she couldn't help but want to spin around in joy.

The discussions among the students continued for a long time. After the initial excitement period, everyone went about their own business, looking forward to the celebrity lecture in the evening.

Because he had to give lectures to students in the evening, Lin Weimin did not leave at noon. After having lunch in Yanying's cafeteria, he declined Teacher Ni's invitation to take a rest and went to Yanying's campus alone.

At this time, Yanying's campus was still very shabby, and of course, it was not much better in later generations.

After wandering outside for a long time, Lin Weimin planned to go back to the teacher's office to rest for a while.

Yanying's teaching building and student dormitories are in the same building. Many classrooms and dormitories are door-to-door or next door.

Lin Weimin could occasionally hear the laughter and laughter of students while walking in the corridor. When passing by a classroom with an open door, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure out of the corner of his eye and stopped involuntarily.

This was probably a training room, with the afternoon sun shining in through the glass and smearing the dust in the air.

Like a proud swan, the slender and graceful figure stands and dances in the sunshine, its beauty is breathtaking.

Lin Weimin stood quietly at the door of the practice room, looking over and over again until he was discovered.

"Ah!" A soft and short cry interrupted Lin Weimin from his addiction. He looked at the flustered woman in the practice room, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart. He was fascinated by the woman's lust without noticing.

He wanted to pretend to leave as if nothing had happened, but he didn't want to be called out by the woman who had regained her composure.

"teacher LIN!"

Lin Weimin was stunned, "Do you know me?"

Zhu Lin nodded slightly, looking charming.

"How do you know me?"

"You are Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle. I met you when I called him in the corridor that day."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "You have such a good memory, you can still remember it in just two seconds."

After being praised by Lin Weimin, Zhu Lin smiled.

Lin Weimin felt embarrassed when she saw him, and wanted to explain his behavior just now, but then he thought about it, it was getting darker and darker, so he might as well be more relaxed.

"Why didn't you take a break at noon?" he asked.

"I don't have the habit of taking a nap, so I'll take advantage of the free practice room to come over and stretch my muscles so that I can be energetic for class in the afternoon."

Lin Weimin answered naturally: "You dance so beautifully!"

Faced with his slightly explicit compliment, two red clouds appeared on Zhu Lin's cheeks, "I just dance blindly. I came to Yanying to learn dancing."

"Then you are very talented!"

Zhu Lin was secretly happy again.

This teacher Lin is so nice to talk to.