1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 107

Even if he didn't see his face clearly, Lin Weimin knew that the person opposite him who gave him a bear hug when he came up must be a man. He instinctively wanted to push this guy away, and then said: Who are you?

But his movements were abruptly stopped by the other party's "old uncle".

"Old uncle, old uncle..."

Lin Weimin was hugged by the other party all the time, before he could speak, his back was slapped so badly that he almost couldn't breathe.

"I...said, you...be gentle, boy!" Lin Weimin was dying.

The silly boy on the opposite side finally realized the problem, and he hurriedly let go of Lin Weimin.

Looking at each other, Lin Weimin finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

With a wide mouth and a wide nose, he has a dignified appearance and a dignified figure, which vaguely looks like a child.

"Little Fatty?" Lin Weimin called out tentatively.

The strong man on the opposite side said with a twisted expression: "Old man, what are you chubby and chubby, call me by my first name."

"It's hard to hear Han Zhuangzhuang?" Lin Weimin said.

The tall and stalwart man in front of him is Han Zhuangzhuang, the only son of Lin Weimin's sister. Lin Weimin is the son of his parents, and he is seventeen or eighteen years younger than his sister.

In Lin Weimin's impression, his sister only went back to his hometown twice after getting married, and Lin Weimin only met Han Zhuangzhuang, his great nephew, twice.

My sister got married in her early twenties, and Lin Weimin was born to his parents, so the difference between him and his nephew is only two years.

Han Zhuangzhuang was fat from birth. When he was four or five years old, he was as fat as a ball. The adults gave him the nickname "Little Fatty".

It's just that Lin Weimin didn't expect that the little chubby man back then would turn into the majestic man he is now.

"How did you find me? Where's your mother? Are you here?" Lin Weimin asked happily.

Han Zhuangzhuang's joyful face immediately dimmed, "Uncle, my mother has been gone for several years."

"Ah!" Lin Weimin was caught off guard, "What's going on?"

"The impact in the past few years was too severe..."

Han Zhuangzhuang didn't continue talking, Lin Weimin already understood it completely, and felt sad.

The only elder sister has lost contact with her family, and she had a premonition when her parents were alive. Lin Weimin once thought of this answer.

Lin Weimin was a big landlord in his ancestors, and his brother-in-law's family was a businessman before liberation. They were greatly impacted by that wave.

"What about your dad?"

Han Zhuangzhuang put away his gloomy expression and reluctantly said: "My father is fine. Now he has been flattened and his work has resumed."

"well!"

Lin Weimin realized that he was still standing at the door of the reception room, Uncle Zhai was looking at the uncle and nephew with a gossip, and colleagues passed by from time to time.

"Go, don't stand here, go home with me first."

Lin Weimin took Han Zhuangzhuang to pick up the bicycle. He let Han Zhuangzhuang sit on the back seat of the bicycle. He obviously felt that the frame of the bicycle was shaking, and the bicycle almost fell apart.

Lin Weimin pedaled his bicycle vigorously, um...

"Uncle, why don't I ride it." Han Zhuangzhuang had experienced too many such things since he was a child, so he immediately said with humor.

"alright."

Lin Weimin sat on the back seat and replaced Han Zhuangzhuang on the bicycle, and he directed Han Zhuangzhuang to drive towards Shichahai from behind.

Along the way, Lin Weimin chatted with Han Zhuangzhuang and learned that he was admitted to the amateur acting class of Yanjing Film Academy last year, and now he is studying at Yanjing Film Academy and will graduate soon.

The car rode to Baimixie Street, Lin Weimin opened the door of the house, Han Zhuangzhuang looked around the courtyard, a bit like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

"Uncle, is this your house?"

"Ah."

Lin Weimin went to light the stove first, and boiled a pot of hot water. Han Zhuangzhuang continued to tell how he found Lin Weimin.

"Isn't our school winter vacation off, so I went back to Shanghai. After the Chinese New Year, my dad accidentally listened to the radio broadcasting a novel one day, and heard that the author of the novel was called Lin Weimin. He said that the author had the same name as your uncle.

I said maybe it was my uncle?My dad didn't pay attention to it at the time, but after two days, he became interested.He kept asking me about the origin of the writer Lin Weimin, but I just said it casually and didn't take it to heart.

When I get back to Yanjing, I will inquire about it. The more I inquire, the more information I get, the more I feel like it.

I finally found out that you are working in the editorial department of "Contemporary", so I came here.

Hey, I didn't expect it to be really you.

I recognized you just now through the small window in the reception room, and you haven't changed at all since I was a child. "

Han Zhuangzhuang laughed honestly as he spoke.

Although Lin Weimin is now a time-traveling soul, his original body still has some influence on him. At least he reacted when he heard his sister died, and he felt very kind to Han Zhuangzhuang, the eldest nephew he picked up.

Lin Weimin asked with a smile: "You've already been on Yanying, why can't you change your bad taste?"

Han Zhuangzhuang scratched his scalp and smiled, "I follow my mother's accent, and I don't want to change it at ordinary times. When I was in school, I definitely spoke correctly."

Brother-in-law Han Dingbang used to be the director of Shanghai Film Studio. Han Zhuangzhuang has been in Shanghai since he was born, and he speaks authentic Northeast dialect, all because of Lin Weimin's sister who died young.

This is probably a kind of nostalgia for his mother, Lin Weimin sighed in his heart.

"By the way, you said just now that your dad is flat F, how is he now?"

Han Zhuangzhuang is an optimist, but when he talked about his father, he became depressed again.

"My mother's death hit my father very hard. Now he has a limped leg, and his whole body is decadent. Going to work is just dawdling."

Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's all over. Let your dad slow down for two years, time is the best medicine that can heal everything."

Han Zhuangzhuang forced a smile, and asked again: "Uncle, how have you been all these years?"

"I..." Lin Weimin's eyes were full of reminiscence, "After your grandpa and grandpa left, I was sent to the countryside to jump in the queue..."

Han Zhuangzhuang said angrily: "How can they do this? You are the only child of my grandma..."

Lin Weimin waved his hand, "It's all over."

"Later, I was injured once in the country. When I was recuperating in bed, I thought, I can't go on like this. I have to find a way for myself.

At that time, I started to write without day or night, and then I really let me write it, and published two novels in a row.Last year, the Literary Research Institute under the Literary Association was going to resume schooling. I was lucky enough to get a place, so I came to Yanjing to study for half a year.

When I was about to graduate, I joined the Chinese Literature Society with the help of my teacher, and now I am working as an editor for "Contemporary". "

Han Zhuangzhuang stared wide-eyed and listened to Lin Weimin's narration, which was [-]% true and [-]% false, and he sighed, "Old man, you are too good at this!"

"What's so great about me?"

"Why aren't you great? Look at you, you are two years older than me. Now you are an editor and a writer.

You also know that I didn't like studying since I was a child, and my head hurts when I read books.Ever since I knew that you might be a writer, I have bought all the novels you wrote, and I have written them well. "

Lin Weimin was very pleased that his nephew was so supportive.

(End of this chapter)