1980 My literary era

Wang Shuo naturally didn't know Lin Weimin's thoughts. With the care of Lin Weimin, his intimate brother, he made up his mind to go into business. He felt that his thoughts were clear and he had no distractions in his heart.

Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei were riding bicycles. They saw Wang Shuo, who had pedaled four or five times before finding the right pedal, and walked away. Qu Xiaowei sighed: "You have fooled this guy."

"Don't talk nonsense. What are you talking about? I call this guidance."

"Can you pull me down and give me some advice?"

Qu Xiaowei still remembers the tearful scene when Lin Weimin deceived Huang Anyi in the cafeteria of the Institute of Literary Studies.

After a few jokes, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei said goodbye.

A few more days have passed, and the Chinese New Year is about to begin. Today is the last day of work for the editorial department of "Contemporary".

Everyone in the office was not in the mood to work, so they took some time out to chat.

"This year has gone by so fast." Rong Shihui sighed.

Liu Yin didn't know where he got a handful of melon seeds, "It's fast enough. Think back to this time last year, our editorial department only had seven or eight people and three or five guns..."

She read the lyrics from "Shajiabang", and everyone smiled knowingly. Compared to last year's "Contemporary", the lyrics were quite accurate.

Zhu Changsheng said: "Now we are different, replacing shotguns with cannons! This year we really have a new entrant!"

As he said, "Contemporary" has been revised into a bimonthly magazine, and the editorial staff has been greatly expanded. Counting the two leaders, Meng Weizai and Qin Zhaoyang, there were only seven people | now the number has doubled. more than.

"Hey, are wages going to be cut soon? Why hasn't there been any movement yet?" The person who said this was Yao Shuzhi. She had made an appointment with her friends to go shopping in the afternoon and was counting on her salary today.

It's the end of the month now, and according to custom, the salary for this month at the end of the year is paid in advance.

"Go to the finance department and ask!" Lin Weimin joked.

"I won't go, otherwise I will definitely get scolded by Sister Wen."

"You know, just wait."

Liu Yin asked: "Hey, Weimin, how are the sales of your books going?"

Everyone turned their attention to Lin Weimin, and they were equally curious.

"It's okay. I went to the front building the day before yesterday and said that there might be more printing after the new year."

"You've really become a great writer." Liu Yin smiled obviously, but Lin Weimin always felt that she was a bit yin and yang.

"Don't be envious. You can't be envious."

Liu Yin gave him a roll of his eyes, "Morality! What does it have to do with you no matter how good the sales are?"

This sentence poked Lin Weimin's lungs, and he was unable to speak.

Rong Shihui said: "You can't say that. If the book sells well, it must be a good thing for the people. At least the standard of manuscript fees will definitely be raised in the future."

"It's just that I don't understand anything."

"You understand, you understand, you understand."

Liu Yin and Lin Weimin got into a quarrel, causing colleagues to burst into laughter.

After a while, there was news from the finance department, and everyone hurriedly queued up to receive the money.

Today is the last day of work before the new year, and the unspoken rules have already been formed in the unit. Only the finance and logistics people are busy on this day. The rest of the people chatted in the morning and waited for their wages, and ran away after lunch at noon.

When Lin Weimin was queuing up to receive his salary, he noticed a few beauties, and he couldn't help but look at them eagerly.

Several male colleagues in the surrounding companies were whispering. Lin Weimin listened and found that they were all talking about the beautiful woman in front of him.

What they talked about the most was a lesbian named Naerjin. Lin Weimin took a look at the characteristics they mentioned. She was indeed a beautiful woman with soft and outstanding facial features. She had medium-short hair and stood out among the crowd.

Seeing Lin Weimin staring at Naerjin, Rong Shihui whispered: "That's the daughter of the foreign language department manager. Are you excited? Do you need me to tell you?"

Lin Weimin immediately shook his head, "It looks good, but you can't touch it."

"Why?" Rong Shihui was puzzled.

"Rabbits don't eat grass near their nests."

Rong Shihui's head is full of black lines. You guys have principles and you don't need to use them at this time. Why don't rabbits eat grass from the side of the nest?

If you don’t want to eat this grass, there are plenty of people in the community who want to eat it.

"Her family lives in Hongxing Hutong. This girl is beautiful, has good literary talents, and is a fellow traveler with us. You have achieved some success now. If I mention it to the old man, maybe it will be done. "Rong Shihui said.

Lin Weimin shook his head, "No, no."

Rong Shihui was helpless. He really couldn't figure out what was in Lin Weimin's mind.

Lin Weimin actually didn't think about anything. He never thought that he would be among thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching him, but he couldn't be hanged by a tree either.

If you find a partner in your workplace, how can you be romantically involved in the future?

What's more, it's even worse that two generations of the family are in the Chinese Literature Society and can't see each other when they look up.

He definitely couldn't say this to Rong Shihui, but he made up his mind to look less at Naerjin.

That little look is so good-looking, but if sex gets the better of him, his life will be ruined.

A little impatience will mess up a big plan. For the sake of future happiness, you can't die before you start the battle.

After queuing up to collect my salary, I haven’t finished yet, and there are still benefits from my employer.

In the past few years, the domestic publishing industry has been booming, to the point where ministries and commissions have convened meetings to solve the problem of printing paper. As the big brother of the domestic publishing industry, the Chinese Literature Society has naturally achieved great results.

Lin Weimin, a new employee, felt the enthusiasm of the company for the first time. Good guy, rice, flour, grain and oil are all available, but he, a young man in his twenties, can't even carry them by himself.

After having his last lunch before the year in the cafeteria, Lin Weimin rode his bike to Muxidi carrying the benefits from his work unit.

"Hello, Master!"

Mr. Wan is not at home at this time, and only Li Yuru is at home.

Mr. Wan holds a lot of titles, and these days before and after are his busiest times.

"What are you doing with these things? There is no shortage of these things at home." Li Yuru said.

"It's all given by my employer. I'm alone and can't eat it."

Lin Weimin naturally knew that Mr. Wan's family was not short of these things, but whether to give them away or not was a matter of attitude. He did not deliberately buy things and give them to him. He followed a simple and unpretentious style, which made people less burdensome.

When Lin Weimin was moving things, Li Yuru said, "Weimin, come to our house for the Chinese New Year."

"I won't bother you, Master."

Li Yuru said: "There are only a few people in our family. It's a lively place when you come. What's the trouble?"

"It's okay, I'm used to being alone."

The more Lin Weimin said this, the more Li Yuru felt sorry for him, "That's it, come to our house during the New Year."

Seeing that Li Yuru insisted on this, Lin Weimin had no choice but to agree.

After leaving Muxidi, Lin Weimin was not idle and went to the next house.

I can't help it, the unit gave me too much.