1980 My literary era

The Literary Research Institute now has no fixed location, which is pitiful to say the least. It can only borrow someone else's land.

Teacher Jin led the two of them to a dormitory to the east, "It happens that there are two beds here, you can stay here."

As soon as the door was opened, it was a south-facing bedroom. Sunlight poured in through the glass of the south-facing window, revealing the dust floating in the air. Two gay men were cleaning the dormitory.

"This is Jiao Yundian and this is Guo Yudao."

"This is Lin Weimin and this is Huang Zonghan."

Teacher Jin introduced several people to each other, and they shook hands and exchanged greetings.

Lin Weimin was not interested in literature before he traveled through time. The writers who can go to the Institute of Literature to further their studies should all be famous in later generations. The few people I met today are not famous, but Jiao Yundian's name seems to have impressed me a lot.

Gee, your reputation is too small!

Several people talked about their ages. Jiao Yundian was 50 years old, Guo Yudao was 43 years old, Huang Zonghan was 42 years old, and Lin Weimin was 20 years old.

Lin Weimin called him "good guy, this is the father of a dormitory!"

After they talked about their ages, they looked at Lin Weimin with something wrong.

I have worked hard to code words for more than ten or twenty years, and finally got a place for further study. How can you be so virtuous and capable?

Just kidding, this is Lin Weimin's inner complaint.

When everyone heard his age, it was true that there was a bit of care in their eyes.

There is a lot of human connection these days. We can study together and live in the same dormitory...

"This is all fate!" Huang Zonghan said, expressing what was in Lin Weimin's heart.

Jiao Yundian had a dull face, not an angry one. Lin Weimin felt that the ravages of life had probably made his facial muscles less active.

Guo Yudao smiled and hummed.

Lin Weimin glanced at Huang Zonghan. Now it seemed that he was the only one in the dormitory who could chat happily.

Otherwise, Northeast Bank can talk!

"If you have any problems in life, just go to Xiao Lin. She is typing up manuscripts for other teachers at the moment. When she is finished, she will send the tickets to you guys.

Each of us is allocated forty kilograms of national food stamps per month, so you should save some.

In addition, if the national food stamps need to be exchanged for rice and noodles, ten kilograms of national food stamps can only be exchanged for four kilograms of rice stamps and six kilograms of flour stamps.

There are southerners and northerners here. Southerners like to eat rice, while northerners like to eat noodles. If you are not used to eating them, you can change them privately. "

Teacher Jin explained everything in detail, which shows that he is a very attentive person.

Lin Weimin raised his hand and interrupted: "Teacher Jin, we from the Northeast can eat either rice or noodles. We are not picky about food."

As he spoke, he bumped Huang Zonghan with his shoulder, "Really?"

"Ah, yes."

Teacher Jin smiled kindly and said, "That's better. If you have some spare time, please help the classmates."

"No problem." Lin Weimin replied happily.

After explaining the matter, Teacher Jin left.

Huang Zonghan tidied the bed, while Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao helped.

After a few minutes of busy work, they finished Huang Zonghan's bed and all looked at Lin Weimin.

"For the people, where is your bedding?"

"He didn't bring it." Huang Zonghan said for him.

"What should we do?" Jiao Yundian scratched his head for Lin Weimin.

At this time, there happened to be someone knocking on the door. The person who came in was a young woman in her twenties with a delicate appearance, "Hello teachers, I am Lin Yan, you can just call me Xiao Lin."

This is the Xiao Lin that Teacher Jin was talking about.

Xiao Lin brought two washbasins and two enamel jars, and took out two stacks of coupons from his pocket and handed them to Lin Weimin and Huang Zonghan respectively, "These are the washbasins and cups. This is our monthly coupon treatment." .”

Lin Weimin flipped through the pages and found that there were many kinds, including food stamps, oil stamps, cloth stamps, pastry stamps, toilet paper stamps, soap stamps, invoice stamps, bath stamps...

There are more than a dozen kinds of tickets, which basically cover the daily necessities of the students during their studies in the institute. With these tickets, there is basically no need to spend money to live in the institute.

Look! He must be a scholar. Looking at this treatment, and then thinking about his treatment during that year in the country, Lin Weimin couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Thank you, Teacher Xiao Lin. By the way, Teacher Xiao Lin, I didn't bring a bedding when I came here. Can we provide bedding here?"

Lin Weimin's mouth was very sweet, but Xiao Lin's lips were obviously a bit uncontrollable.

Those who came to the institute for further study were all writers. Xiao Lin felt extremely happy when he called himself teacher.

"This... I have to ask you."

"Then I'll trouble you, Teacher Xiao Lin. If that doesn't work, I'll issue cloth and cotton votes. Even my votes are from Longjiang Province..." Lin Weimin looked a little embarrassed.

Xiao Lin waved his hands quickly, "It's okay, it's okay, leave this matter to me."

Well, the little comrade is very smart.

"Oh, thank you very much, Teacher Xiaolin."

"You're too kind."

After Xiao Lin left, Lin Weimin picked up a broom and dustpan to sweep the floor, humming a ditty in his mouth.

Guo Yudao and Huang Zonghan looked at each other. Compared with this kid, they were really as old as dogs at this age.

Jiao Yundian was looking out the window in a daze, and Huang Zonghan patted him, "What are you thinking about?"

There was a bit of confusion in Jiao Yundian's eyes, "You said, we call Xiao Lin Xiao Lin, but what do we call Xiao Lin?"

Huang Zonghan looked at him speechlessly, "You only have such a few things in your mind, and those who don't know think you are thinking about some grand proposition."

It sounded confusing at first, but Huang Zonghan immediately understood what he meant and glanced at Xiao Lin who was sweeping the floor. He was a gay man.

"Isn't that simple? One is called Dalin and the other is Xiaolin."

"I don't think so." Guo Yudao shook his head, "Xiao Lin is still called Xiao Lin, but ours is Wei Min!"

"Yes, it's called serving the people well and being kind!" Jiao Yundian thought this suggestion was a good one.

Lin Weimin finished sweeping the floor and looked at these fathers speechlessly.

Even if you are doing this every day, you are not doing anything right!

About half an hour later, Xiao Lin brought a quilt. Xiao Lin got the quilt from the warehouse of the party school without any money or votes.

Lin Weimin was naturally very grateful, and his few words of coaxing made Xiao Lin's cheeks turn red. Those who didn't know thought he was teasing a decent woman.

Huang Zonghan looked at Lin Weimin's performance and cursed in his heart. He really didn't know how this boy had such a long mouth. If his daughter found such a partner in the future, she would not agree to beating him to death.

After laying out the bedding, Lin Weimin clapped his hands and waited until tomorrow to go out to buy some daily necessities.

"Let's go, brothers, go out and have a good time!"

Lin Weimin waved his hand, as if he was back on the university campus, full of energy and scolding Fang Qiu.

Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao looked at each other, this guy is neither big nor small.

Jiao Yundian said quietly, "I'm already as old as my father!"