1980 My literary era

After talking about the manuscript, Lin Weimin quietly grabbed Rong Shihui and said, "Old Rong, is there any news about my matter?"

"I don't know. I asked Lao Qin and he just said that he had told the leader."

"That's it!" Lin Weimin rubbed his chin with his fingers, feeling uncertain. It seemed that he might as well go back to Xu Gang's place to find out more.

After he left, Rong Shihui looked at the manuscript in his hand, with an idiotic smile on his face. He suddenly had so many high-quality works on hand, and for a moment he didn't know which one to start with. As an editor There is no happiness better than this.

Unfortunately, he was not happy for a few seconds. The other people in the office picked up most of the manuscript in his hand like wool.

After get off work, Qin Chaoyang passed by the office. Several people were concentrating on reviewing manuscripts. He asked curiously: "Why haven't you left yet?"

Rong Shihui raised his head and said, "Lin Weimin just sent a batch of manuscripts this afternoon."

Qin Chaoyang suddenly became interested, "Are you sending me another manuscript? It seems that the standards of this batch of students from the Institute of Literary Studies are not low!"

"The manuscripts are indeed pretty good, at least above the standard."

"When you finish reading it, show it to me."

After Qin Chaoyang finished speaking, he was about to leave, but was stopped by Rong Shihui.

"What's wrong?"

Rong Shihui walked up to him and whispered: "Do you have any clues about work? Lin Weimin asked me this afternoon."

Tan Chaoyang smiled bitterly, "The report is over. There is no feedback from the two leaders yet. I'll ask again tomorrow."

Since Lin Weimin worked so hard to help the editorial department collect manuscripts, it would be unjustifiable not to do his part.

Rong Shihui and Qin Chaoyang both had the same idea.

It was already dinner time in the evening when Lin Weimin returned to the Institute of Literature. After dinner, he discovered that several classmates were acting sneakily.

"What are you doing?" Lin Weimin came up and asked.

"You'll find out later."

After dinner, Lin Weimin saw several classmates in the class move the tables and chairs in the cafeteria to one side, leaving a huge open space in the middle of the cafeteria. Abair took out the tape recorder and placed it on the table. went up, plugged in the electricity, and inserted a tape into the recorder.

When the button is pressed, dynamic dance music instantly fills the entire canteen.

"This..." Lin Weimin didn't react for a while.

Qu Xiaowei bumped his shoulder hard and said with excitement, "Prom! Have you never seen it before? I'm an idiot!"

I have never seen such a tacky dance party!

Lin Weimin complained in his heart.

He saw several young people in the class taking the lead in breaking into the dance floor in the center of the cafeteria, and their bodies began to sway wantonly, which made Lin Weimin feel a little irritated.

Then he saw Qu Xiaowei taking out an afro wig from nowhere and bursting onto the dance floor with an afro hairstyle.

Only then did Lin Weimin notice that there were actually two people in the class wearing bell-bottom pants. They had their shirts tucked into their waistbands. From the perspective of this era, they looked really modern.

"This is the dance step..."

Lin Weimin grinned when he saw it. His hips and waist were as hard as his brother's.

I can't even hit the drums, they are really tough and stubborn.

This situation didn't change until a few female classmates joined in. After all, they were women, and their flexibility and figure were not comparable to those of the older guys. It was a lot more pleasing to the eye all of a sudden.

Lin Weimin did not end up, but leaned on the table and chatted with his classmates.

"Who studied this stuff?"

"When Ye Xin and the others went out to play yesterday, they met a group of young people playing. They thought it was interesting, so they exchanged two boxes of tapes and started playing."

Dance parties indeed emerged in the early 1980s. However, due to the deteriorating public security situation in recent years, the state has taken great measures to improve public security. As a result, dance parties, a new thing, have been hit hard in the near future.

Men and women, dark rooms, swaying postures, and ambiguous music, these words together make people think.

Fortunately, it is only the 1980s, and the beatings from society have not yet begun.

Lin Weimin looked at the crazy dancing of the people in the class and could only sigh that you are the educated people who know how to play!

There was no way to hide the fact that the Literary Institute held a dance, and the first people to know about it were the people from School D. The leaders said nothing about this, but the young people could not resist the temptation and took the initiative to join the group. This group of people would also take the initiative to provide tapes for the dance.

Dancing is really addictive. The dance only lasted for three or four days. Many students have already been obsessed with this thing, and they can't do without this topic in their daily conversations.

Lin Weimin basically did not participate. At most, he just watched the enchanting dance of his classmates.

He saw Xu Gang having nothing to do that day, so he took the initiative to talk to him.

"Director, are you busy?"

Xu Gang didn't bother to reply to this kind of non-nutritious fart, so he opened his mouth and said, "You have something to say."

Lin Weimin chuckled twice, "Well, it's about work..."

When he said this, Xu Gang's expression turned playful, "This matter..."

Lin Weimin scolded his mother in his heart for taking Qiao Er.

"The director smokes!"

Lin Weimin obediently handed over a cigarette.

Xu Gang took the cigarette and took a look, "Hey, Zhong|Nanhai? Where did you get it?"

"Given it by a friend." Lin Weimin took advantage of the situation to light Xu Gang's anger.

I actually bought this cigarette when I went to the Friendship Store to buy a bicycle. Lin Weimin didn't smoke himself, but most of the people around him smoked, so he had the idea to prepare a Zhong|Nan|Hai.

This cigarette originated from the great leader's hobby of cigarettes. Legend has it that the Yanjing Tobacco Factory received a special task to produce special cigarettes for the leaders. The unique Hongzhong|Nanhai has always been a special cigarette for welcoming foreign guests and can only be purchased at Friendship Stores.

After Xu had just had a few puffs of cigarettes, Lin Weimin said: "Director, about work..."

Xu Gang looked at Lin Weimin, "Are you anxious?"

Lin Weimin nodded.

Xu Gang blew out a smoke ring and said calmly: "I'm afraid I can't help you with this matter!"

When Lin Weimin heard this, he immediately became anxious, "That's impossible! What is your identity, director? Isn't my job just a matter of your words?"

"Come on, stop hating me. This time, I really can't help you."

Seeing Xu Gang's determined tone, he was both anxious and puzzled. This Chinese literary society really didn't give any face to him. Is the threshold so high?

Not to mention that he was the one who planned the album and had a romantic relationship with "Contemporary", even if Xu Gang came to intercede, it was not possible?

Xu Gang looked at his expression and felt happy, which made this kid feel frustrated.

The more Lin Weimin thought about it, the more depressed he became. When he happened to raise his head, he saw Xu Gang's expression.

What does it mean? You old boy are still gloating about misfortune?

Thinking about it again, there’s something wrong with the director’s expression!