1980 My literary era

Qu Xiaowei took Lin Weimin to half of Yanjing and to the post office a lot, but the harvest from the Gengshen Monkey Ticket was not huge.

Four full pages of Gengshen Monkey Tickets, plus more than 120 scattered Monkey Tickets.

They didn't even miss the small post office at the entrance of School D of the Chaoyang District Committee, and swept away all the twenty or so monkey tickets left there.

Lin Weimin was a kind man and gave Qu Xiaowei more than 20 monkey tickets.

"Take this monkey ticket, believe me, brother, you will enjoy the blessings in the future!"

Lin Weimin was very talkative, like a magic stick.

Qu Xiaowei couldn't defeat him, so he could only collect all the monkey tickets.

After getting along for a day, the two of them got to know each other quite well, and they began to call him "brother". Qu Xiaowei is twenty-seven or eight years old, several years older than Lin Weimin. Lin Weimin calls himself "brother." He didn't take it seriously at all, but joked: "If you were my brother, I would be your father!"

"There are so many people who want to be my father, who do you think I am?"

Lin Weimin made a self-deprecating comment and Qu Xiaowei was speechless. He gave a thumbs up.

"You are awesome! I can't even keep my mouth shut after saying this!"

Lin Weimin nodded, that's right, as long as you are shameless, your opponents will be afraid of you.

But what he said was not nonsense, after all, he was the father of a dormitory!

After shopping this day, I spent nearly forty yuan on stamps, more than twenty yuan on daily necessities, and more than three yuan and two kilograms of food stamps for lunch.

Lunch was invited by Lin Weimin, which delayed Qu Xiaowei's day anyway.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he thought of Qu Xiaowei's devouring food at lunch, just this time.

The landlord’s family has no surplus food!

Nearly 70 yuan was made in one day, which was equivalent to almost one-third of Lin Weimin's wealth saved in more than a year of time travel. It was really too extravagant.

Low profile! You still have to keep a low profile!

Monkey tickets cannot be cashed out in a short period of time, so I have to save some of the money I have.

When they returned to School D of the District Committee, it was already dinner time in the evening. As soon as they returned, they received a piece of news.

The institute is planning to hold a tea party for the first semester, and the time is set for tomorrow.

Just today, a total of 34 students from the fifth batch of the Institute of Literature arrived.

In order to promote communication between students and teachers, and for everyone to get familiar with each other, the leaders decided to hold this opening tea party.

Tomorrow is the day of the tea party, and the Institute of Literature is busy. Lin Weimin met the leaders of the institute for the first time.

The Institute of Literature has just resumed its organizational structure. There is now a preparatory group. The group leader is Xu Gang, who is also the director. He is an old man in the 1950s. There is also Gu Jianzhi, a member of the preparatory group and deputy director. Here are the following: Huang Jianqing, Li Qingquan et al.

There are also several female teachers stationed at the school, including You Xiaoshan, Tang Yuqiu, Wang Yifen and others. The teachers who actually give lectures in the institute are literary figures and top figures in various majors. They do not participate in these mundane affairs on weekdays.

It's time to finish dinner, but the place is still busy. There is no distinction between leaders and comrades. Everyone is busy with their own work. Even the students are not idle. Lin Weimin naturally cannot lag behind.

The tea party was held in the classroom of the institute and the cafeteria of School D. Everyone put four small tables in the cafeteria together to form a big table, and then covered it with sheets to pretend to be tablecloths.

A temporary podium was set up in front of the classroom. The horizontal sign on the wall was written by the teacher. It read, "Tea Party for the Fifth Class of the Literary Institute." A line of calligraphy was magnificent.

In this way, it was decorated into a simple and elegant venue.

After finishing their work, the leaders and teachers exchanged a few words and then dispersed. The students were a little excited when they returned to the dormitory. All they were talking about was the tea party that was going to start tomorrow. More than a dozen people gathered in Lin Weimin's dormitory. .

"I heard that Chen Huangmei, Sha Ting, and Feng Mu are all coming over tomorrow!" Huang Zonghan didn't know where he heard the gossip.

I didn't know the names of these people, Lin Weimin, before, but at any rate, I have traveled through time for more than a year, and I still know something about the literary world of this era. These people are all famous figures.

Each of them is a figure with prolific works, and there is still a certain gap between them and the literary giants that the common people are familiar with. However, in this era, literary achievements cannot be ignored. The most important thing is that several of them are now deputy leaders of the National Association for Literary and Art, equivalent to deputy directors. Ministerial cadres.

Think about it, even though the Institute of Literature now looks like a shabby settlement, its level is quite serious. Four years later, it will be transformed into the National Academy of Literature and become the cradle of future Chinese writers.

"This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that I heard that they will also give us lectures!" Qu Xiaowei said with excitement.

"It's not just them..." Gu Hua raised his eyebrows, counting his family treasures, "Xiao Jun, Wan Jiabao, Wu Zuxiang, Yuan Kejia, Wang Chaowen, Wang Meng..."

"Stop, stop, master, don't think about it, master, don't think about it!" Cheng Shixu exaggeratedly covered his head.

Everyone in the dormitory laughed.

Every name that Gu Hua read just now was well-known to everyone, and it was a well-known name in the contemporary literary world. When they thought that it would be like this for some time in the future, everyone was eager to teach the students.

"Old Huang, pinch me!"

The dull Guo Yudao suddenly said something, and everyone couldn't help but smile.

really!

Such an opportunity is like a dream.

Among the people present, many are actually emerging novel authors in the literary world. They all have their own masterpieces and have won national awards. Jiang Zilong, Ye Wenling, and Jiao Yundian are even representatives of the Third National Writers Congress.

Among the students in this period, middle-aged people in their thirties are the backbone, including students in their forties such as Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao.

The rest, such as Qu Xiaowei, Huang Anyi, Huang Xiaoying and others, are all in their twenties. Lin Weimin has only turned twenty this year and is the youngest among this batch of students.

Even if they are already somewhat famous and have some works, they are still full of uneasiness and excitement in their hearts when facing such a luxurious lineup of lecturers, and they are full of some unexplainable expectations and ambitions for their future.

There are so many big names in the literary world giving lectures one by one, but the son of a literary giant is not treated like this, so who will be left alone?

Everyone's eyes unconsciously became vacant, and they fell into fantasy.

"Click!" A clear voice woke everyone up, and more than a dozen heads all turned towards the direction of the sound.

Lin Weimin smiled sheepishly, "Whatever you say is yours, don't worry about me."

Some people wanted to continue chatting, so Qu Xiaowei pointed at the peanuts in Lin Weimin's hand, "Where did you get these peanuts?"

Lin Weimin pursed his lips and said, "I brought it myself."

"Report!" Cheng Shixu raised his hand, "I'm reporting that Lin Weimin bought the peanut from the table just now!"

Everyone despised him.

Lin Weimin defended himself, "I'm still young and still growing..."

"Eh~"

Not only despised, but despised.

"Steal needles when you are young, steal gold when you are big."

“Don’t do evil because it’s a small thing.”

"This kid, the road is narrow!"

The elders each had one, the dormitory was empty, and Lin Weimin’s pockets were also empty!