1980 My literary era

In the evening, today's dinner was noodles with soybean paste. With Han Zhuangzhuang, a big-bellied man, three kilograms of flour alone was used.

Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle and nephew, one was sitting under the jujube tree and the other was sitting at the door of the east chamber, eating noodles.

"Fat boy, you should be graduating in another month, right?"

Han Zhuangzhuang raised his head from the rice bowl, his mouth full of oil, "Yes."

"Do you have any plans after graduation?" Lin Weimin asked.

Han Zhuangzhuang's eyes were pure, "Let's go back to Shanghai Film Studio."

"Don't you plan to make a living in Yanjing?"

"Stay in Yanjing?" Han Zhuangzhuang stopped, "What about my dad?"

I didn’t realize it, but he was still a filial child.

"You stay in Yanjing for two years first, and then you can take your father over after you have established yourself. He will be retiring soon by then."

Lin Weimin's brother-in-law is seven years older than his sister, and is already over 45. According to the National Document No. 104 issued in 1978, he will be able to obtain medical retirement in a few years.

"Uncle, do you want me to stay in Yanjing?" Han Zhuangzhuang finally had an idea.

Lin Weimin said: "At least you can still have me helping you in Yanjing. I won't worry about you returning to Shanghai!"

No matter how dull Han Zhuangzhuang was, he could still hear Lin Weimin's worry about their father and son, "Then... let me ask my dad?"

"You should communicate with him."

"By the way, uncle, my dad also said that you should go to Shanghai to play when you are free during the summer vacation."

"Do you think I'm a student? I'm still free during the summer vacation? Wait until you have time. You can talk to your dad about your work later, so I can help you with things here."

"I know, uncle."

After the weekend, go to work as usual.

The editorial department of "Contemporary" was busy compiling articles for the new issue in July. Lin Weimin went to the guest house on the third floor.

Lu Yao has been escorted back by him for more than a week, and he has been doing pretty well during this time.

My face became rosy, and many of my physical ailments disappeared. My craving for cigarettes was still as strong as ever. According to the reactions of the writers nearby, they could smell the smoke coming from Lu Yao's dormitory next door.

"The Movement of Life", oh, it should be called "Life" now. The revision of "Life" is progressing very smoothly.

After entering the dormitory, Lin Weimin opened the door and windows wide, "If you didn't know better, you'd think your dormitory was on fire!"

"Hey, don't drive away, you've taken away all my inspiration!" Lu Yao complained.

Lin Weimin took out a cigarette and threw it on the bed, "If you run out of inspiration, keep smoking!"

Lu Yao looked overjoyed when he saw it, "Oh, that's a good smoke."

Because he had a lot of money in his pocket when he came here, Lu Yao can only smoke Jinmen Battle brand cigarettes that cost more than 10 cents a box recently.

What Lin Weimin brought him today were the "Congratulations on the New Year" cigarettes just launched by Yuxi Cigarette Factory during the Spring Festival this year, which were much more expensive than fighting.

Lu Yao couldn't wait to open the package, shook out a cigarette from the cigarette box, put it to the tip of his nose and took a deep breath, feeling refreshed.

After lighting up a cigarette, he did not forget to put one behind his ear. This was called being prepared.

Lin Weimin discussed the manuscript with him in the dormitory for a while and then left the room.

In the afternoon, the weather was sultry and the colleagues in the office were like eggplants beaten by frost, all a little wilted.

Lin Weimin read the manuscript for a while, then stood up and moved around.

"What a day, it's not even July yet, it's really boring!" Liu Yin said.

"No, it's really hot this summer." Yao Shuzhi felt irritated by the heat.

Rong Shihui shook his big cattail leaf fan and said: "A calm mind will naturally cool you down!"

While several people were talking, there was a knock on the office door.

Everyone looked toward the door and saw a familiar face.

"Zheng Guo?"

Lin Weimin shouted in surprise, "Why are you here? Are you here to revise the manuscript?"

Zheng Guo walked into the office and his colleagues surrounded him.

Zheng Guo had lived in the back building for a long time, and everyone was familiar with him.

"I'm not here to revise the manuscript. This time I plan to stay in Shajiabang." Zheng Guo said with a bit of joy on his face.

Liu Yin asked: "What do you mean? Have you been transferred to Yanjing?"

Zheng Guo nodded, "Yes, I am now transferred to the Haiding District Cultural Center."

Everyone immediately looked at Zheng Guo with admiration and said, "Little Zheng, yes, he can be transferred across provinces."

"No, no, it's all a fluke."

Lin Weimin patted Zheng Guo on the shoulder, "I didn't realize that you still have this ability?"

"What a fluke."

No matter whether he was lucky or not, everyone clamored to let him, the iron cock, treat him.

It is impossible to treat guests. It has always been him, Zheng Guo, who ripped off others, and there is no reason for him to be ripped off.

However, Zheng Guo finally got some blood this time and took out two bags of local products brought from his hometown to share with everyone.

"Everyone has a try!"

Lin Weimin joked: "Okay, you are really worthy of being a public servant now. You have made great progress, and you also know how to bring things for everyone."

"Hey, aren't you thanking everyone for taking care of me before?"

After dividing the things, he whispered to Lin Weimin at the end: "Weimin, last time I went to your house, I remembered that you had some wood left at home, right?"

Lin Weimin immediately realized that this thing was difficult to hold, and he wanted to throw it away, but Zheng Guo held his hand firmly, "Look, how can you throw something out that my brother brought all this way?"

"Let go!"

"I don't!"

"Let go!"

"I don't!"

The two stared at each other, and their colleagues laughed.

Finally, Lin Weimin couldn't stand this guy's shamelessness and withdrew his hand, "Why are you so worried about my little wood?"

Zheng Guo chuckled and said, "I just moved into the work dormitory. It only has a bed but no desk. I want to make one myself."

Lin Weimin rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you know how to do carpentry?"

"See what you said? We are children from a poor family, and we don't know how to do anything! I'm not bragging to you..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Lin Weimin quickly interrupted him and said, "It's not impossible for you to use the wood."

"Hey, I knew you were still interested in serving the people..."

Zheng Guo was smiling all over his face and was about to say a few nice words to Lin Weimin when he heard Lin Weimin say: "Help me build a bookshelf later. Just do it in the back room of our house. It's convenient for you."

Zheng Guo hesitated for a moment. It seemed that his advantage was not worth it.

"Don't want to? Forget it!"

"No, no." Zheng Guo grabbed Lin Weimin and bargained: "It's okay to build a bookshelf, but you have to let me build two more chairs."

"no problem."

Lin Weimin agreed without hesitation. The last time he cleaned up the yard, he had a pile of useless wood left at home.

After the two brothers discussed it, they both had satisfied smiles on their faces and felt that they had taken advantage.

After work, Lin Weimin ran to the dormitory of Zheng Guo's work unit and took a look. It was a dormitory of about ten square meters. There were only beds and cabinets in the room. Going to the toilet, cooking, and using water had to be in the public space in the corridor.

Zheng Guo was rarely generous today. He spent money to buy wine and vegetables and had a drink with Lin Weimin.