1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin felt insulted.

I regard you as my elder brother, but you want to be my father?

We are all revolutionary comrades. Isn’t it bullying to talk about seniority?

Besides, as my father, where did you put the teachers?

You deceive your master and destroy your ancestors!

Jiao Yundian was confused and looked slightly embarrassed as the little mouth spoke in plain words.

"Well... what Weimin said makes sense, then... then..." He was forced to surrender.

Huang Zonghan said: "We are all classmates, why do we care about the title?"

"That's right!" Lin Weimin immediately reconsidered, "Why do you always worry about so many details? Take a walk, eat, eat, eat is a big deal!"

He dragged a few people away, and they couldn't tell the difference anymore. They just felt that this kid was rebellious and not like a son of man.

When I went out, I met Xiao Lin. He was leading a pretty young woman to the dormitory.

"Hello, teachers!" Xiao Lin said hello to several people.

"Hello, Teacher Xiao Lin, are there new classmates?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

"Yes, this is Huang Anyi, a classmate from Shanghai." Xiao Lin introduced the woman behind him.

Lin Weimin's eyes suddenly lit up. He had heard of this name before, he must be a great writer.

"Classmate Huang, you are so kind. We will be classmates from now on. My name is Lin Weimin, you can just call me Weimin." Lin Weimin will definitely not call himself Xiaolin. Forget it if he has the same name. The most important thing is that he is just one generation lower. What a disadvantage. , not his style.

None of the people present could see clearly how Lin Weimin held Huang Anyi's hand.

His enthusiasm caused a blush to appear on the woman's face. She tried to withdraw her hand without any trace, but failed to do so. She could only force herself to smile.

"Hello, comrade serving the people."

"Eh!"

Lin Weimin responded and finally let go of his hand. Huang Anyi was obviously relieved.

"Then what..."

Lin Weimin also wanted to give full play to his warm-heartedness and help Mr. Wang arrange his dormitory. However, he glanced at Xiao Lin next to him and felt that he still could not deprive him of his tool-like attributes.

"How many of you would like to say hello to Mr. Huang?"

Lin Weimin seemed to be taking the lead and directing the horses. The three people standing behind him felt worse than eating shit.

It's not that the three of them didn't want to say hello, but Lin Weimin was too fast and responded too enthusiastically, so it was too late!

"Hello, Mr. Huang!"

"Hello, classmate An Yi!"

Huang Anyi quickly bowed, "Hello, teachers."

Unlike Lin Weimin, a brat like me, who looks like a child at first sight, Jiao Yundian and others have treacherous faces, and they are all over fifty by visual inspection, so Huang Anyi naturally does not dare to neglect them.

Lin Weimin looked at the scene in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

This team is well led, and people’s hearts can be used!

"That's it, that's it. Teacher Xiao Lin, you take An Yi to work first, and we'll talk later."

Lin Weimin took the lead and walked in front. Behind him, three men in their forties or fifties looked at this kid dumbfounded.

This kid really deserves a beating the more I look at him!

"If my son dares to talk to me like this, I will beat him to death!" Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao trailed behind, biting their ears secretly.

Jiao Yundian nodded silently.

After a few people left, Huang Anyi's expression returned to normal, and she looked at Lin Weimin's back in trance.

"Teacher Huang, let's go."

"Oh, okay!" Huang Anyi responded and quickly followed Xiao Lin's pace.

Several people walked to the gate of School D. Xiao Jing, who was in charge of welcoming new students, saw a few people and asked them what they were doing. Lin Weimin said they were going to eat.

Xiaojing said that there is a cafeteria in the building where they live, which is shared with School D.

Lin Weimin said that everyone wanted to go out for a meal. Xiao Lin glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "It's already past four o'clock. The No. 18 bus will run out at six o'clock."

"ah!"

Huang Zonghan let out a regretful sigh, "It's too late, so we should wait until we have a rest before going out."

School D is a bit out of the way. There is only one bus No. 18. It would be very inconvenient to go out without the bus.

"The cafeteria opens at half past five." Xiaojing reminded.

"Then let's eat in the cafeteria and treat it as acquaintance with new classmates." Guo Yudao said rarely.

"It can only be this way."

Several people returned the same way, and it was nearly an hour before they had dinner. Lin Weimin suggested that they go to other dormitories and have a look, which was unanimously approved by everyone.

There are a total of 34 students in their current batch, both male and female. There are more men than women. There is only one dormitory for girls, and there are seven dormitories for boys.

There are still two days before the start of school, and most of the students have arrived. Except for one dormitory that is empty, all the remaining dormitories are occupied.

After a few people walked around, he seemed to be familiar with most of his classmates.

The taciturn Jia Dashan from northern Hebei, Qu Xiaowei, a native of Yanjing, Ni Zhanheng, a military writer, Huang Shimei from Jichun like Huang Zonghan, Huang Xiaoying, a girl who is still in college...

There are more than 20 students from all over the country, and their professions are also diverse, and overall they are quite respectable.

There are few people like Lin Weimin who have no father or mother and are still jumping in the queue in rural areas.

After such a long journey, this guy should be the youngest writer in this training class. After everyone heard about Lin Weimin's situation, their hearts were filled with sadness.

"Oh, it's not easy for a child like me!" Guo Yudao rarely sighed.

All of them were in their forties or fifties, and they looked at Lin Weimin as if they were their own children. How could such an experience not make people feel distressed?

While everyone was busy lamenting Lin Weimin's youthful talent and pitiful life experience, he was not idle either. He was busy counting stars.

"Gu Hua, you know, "Furong Town". Huang Anyi, "Song of Everlasting Sorrow". Jin Ying, "The Bathing Lady". She later became a leader in the literary and art circles."

There are more than thirty students in this period, and it seems that these three are the only ones whose names and works can be counted. Among the remaining people, many are familiar, but their works have not been heard much, such as Tang Kangmei, Jia Dashan, and An Shishan.

It may seem inconspicuous, but compared with the success rate of graduates from major acting schools in later generations, it is already very high.

After hanging out in the dormitory for a while, seeing that the time was almost half past five, Lin Weimin started shouting at the top of his voice: "Brothers and sisters, it's dinner time, go and cook!"

The classmates in the dormitory showed up one after another.

Tang Kangmei is the oldest female classmate. She is thirty years old this year. When we were chatting just now, Lin Weimin learned that she had also joined the team in Longjiang Province before.

She joked: "The word 'do' for the people is used well, and there is an aura of indomitable progress."

"That's right! We workers must have this kind of momentum. Only when we are full can we have the energy to do the revolutionary work well!" Lin Weimin replied cheerfully.

Everyone who walked out of the dormitory laughed loudly. Eating is eating. This was the first time they heard the term "dry rice". They thought it was very fresh and the description was extremely vivid. It could create a picture in people's minds in an instant.

There were more than 20 people walking towards the cafeteria talking and laughing.

Huang Anyi fell behind. She was still chewing on the two words "dry rice" that Lin Weimin said. She felt that these two words were really used delicately. If she didn't have a strong writing skills, she would never be able to say such a witticism.

She was once again deeply impressed by Lin Weimin. When they were chatting in the dormitory just now, she mentioned that the novel he wrote seemed to be called "A Penny Thing" and she must read it if she had the chance.