1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 108 The King of the Daughter Kingdom

"Oh? Then which novel do you like the most?" Lin Weimin asked with great interest.

"Hmm... this... "The Cliff"?" Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a long time before naming a title.

"Hold on for a long time, didn't you watch even one?" Lin Weimin snorted.

Han Zhuangzhuang smiled embarrassedly: "Old uncle, you also know me, I don't like reading."

"So you still want to be an actor?"

Han Zhuangzhuang took it for granted, "What's the matter? How many words are there in the script? Tens of thousands of words are exhausted, and they are all dry dialogues, much simpler than novels."

"You boy..." Lin Weimin pointed at Han Zhuangzhuang with a helpless expression.

From the few contacts he had with Han Zhuangzhuang since he was a child, he knew that this kid had well-developed limbs and a simple mind, which was mentioned by his sister in the correspondence later.

No wonder the industry of later generations of actors is getting more and more stinky.

But after all, he is his own nephew, even if he is a little stunned, his family can't be too harsh.

It's almost time to recount the past, Lin Weimin pulled Han Zhuangzhuang up, "Haven't you eaten yet? My uncle invites you to a restaurant."

Han Zhuangzhuang suddenly smiled, "Thank you, uncle!"

Soon, Lin Weimin paid the price for his recklessness.

"Fatty, is it almost there?" Lin Weimin watched Han Zhuangzhuang put down the big porcelain bowl in horror.

The two came to the restaurant and ordered three dishes. Lin Weimin felt that there must be enough to eat, and he might have to take it home and order.

He didn't expect Han Zhuangzhuang to eat so much. Three dishes and two bowls of rice were poured into his stomach like a storm, and Han Zhuangzhuang didn't feel much.

Lin Weimin ordered three more meat dishes and three bowls of rice. When the food came, Han Zhuangzhuang pretended to be polite to Lin Weimin.

"Uncle, you eat too!"

Lin Weimin waved his hand, "I'm full, you can eat."

Han Zhuangzhuang was not reserved this time, feeling that he was not enjoying his meal, so he asked the waiter for a big porcelain bowl, and poured all the food into the big porcelain bowl.

Han Zhuangzhuang put down the big porcelain bowl, and snorted with his sleeve, "Uncle, I'm full!"

"Okay, it's good when you're full."

Lin Weimin went to pay, and led the belching Han Zhuangzhuang out of the restaurant.

On the way home, Lin Weimin jokingly said, "Fatty, your father is under a lot of pressure with your appetite, right?"

Han Zhuangzhuang said: "Yes, he sent me more than half of his monthly salary."

"Then what should he do?"

"He has back wages."

Lin Weimin nodded. Even with his big nephew's appetite, the little salary might not be enough to support himself.

"Uncle, I ate with my belly open today. I don't usually eat so much, it's half less than this."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Okay. Don't hold back when you come to my place in the future, eat as much as you want."

"Ah."

Back home, Han Zhuangzhuang's interest in visiting the courtyard house remained undiminished, and he wandered around from house to house.

According to him, his family now lives in an alley, with dozens of families upstairs and downstairs, and the space is cramped.

Lin Weimin arranged him in the guest bedroom in the west wing, and they chatted together at night.

"Then you have been living in the school now?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Yes, I have to go back and explain to the teacher tomorrow." Han Zhuangzhuang was a little worried about not coming home at night.

"It's okay. I'll go to school with you tomorrow. Come and stay with me when you're free. I'll give you a key."

Silent all night.

Lin Weimin got up early and had breakfast with Han Zhuangzhuang. He first went to the Chinese Cultural Society to ask for a morning's leave, and then accompanied him to the Yanjing Film Academy.

In the early 80s, the school site of Yanjing Film Academy was still in Zhuxinzhuang, Changping, Yanjiao. Outside the school’s south gate was a large tract of cropland, and next to it was Yanjing Agricultural University.

Looking at the campus surrounded by fields, the rows of red brick houses shaded by trees, and the large wooden sign of "Yanjing Film Academy" standing at the door, Lin Weimin was a little bit sad. The film academy these days is quite simple.

Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang walked into a tube building, where all the classrooms and dormitories of the Film Academy were concentrated.

Han Zhuangzhuang pushed open a door with a teacher's office sign and walked in. A middle-aged man with glasses saw Han Zhuangzhuang and asked, "Han Zhuangzhuang, why did you stay away last night? Don't think you are an amateur class." Dare to do whatever you want.”

Han Zhuangzhuang hurriedly explained: "Mr. Ni, I had something to do last night."

"Anything? What's the matter?"

"Teacher Ni, let me explain."

Lin Weimin took the first two steps. He saw that Mr. Ni looked a little familiar, as if he must have been to the Capital Theater on the day of the performance of "Untouchable".

Teacher Ni looked at Lin Weimin, frowned, and caught that face in a flash of memory.

"You...are you Teacher Lin Weimin? The screenwriter of "Untouchable"?"

"Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it. I happened to have a relationship with Mr. Ni on the day of the performance of "Untouchable". You really have a good memory."

Teacher Ni smiled and said, "Oh, hello, Teacher Lin, hello, this time you are..."

As he spoke, his eyes sized Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang.

"That's what happened..."

Lin Weimin narrated the incident to Mr. Ni with a brief answer, and Mr. Ni was surprised, "I really didn't expect that Mr. Lin, you are Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle."

Teacher Ni looked at Lin Weimin, who was gentle and gentle, and at Han Zhuangzhuang, who was as strong as an ox. No matter what, he could not associate the relationship between the two of them with his uncle and nephew.

"I'm really sorry, Teacher Ni, to cause you trouble."

"Mr. Lin, please don't say that. It is a great joy for you and Han Zhuangzhuang to be recognized by your uncle and nephew."

Teacher Ni's name is Ni Zhen, and he is now the instructor of Yanying's 80-level star performance class, that is, the head teacher.

After a brief chat, with Lin Weimin around, the matter of Han Zhuangzhuang was over.

Lin Weimin was about to leave, Teacher Ni sent him out, and Han Zhuangzhuang followed Lin Weimin.

A few people were walking in the corridor when they heard a female voice shout: "Han Zhuangzhuang, are you still queuing your homework? I've been waiting for you all day!"

Several people followed the prestige, and saw a beautiful face protruding from the door of the classroom, shouting at Han Zhuangzhuang.

"Oh, just come." Han Zhuangzhuang responded.

"Uncle, then I won't see you off!" Han Zhuangzhuang said something to Lin Weimin and ran to the classroom.

Teacher Ni explained with a smile: "They have acting homework every week."

Lin Weimin nodded, he didn't pay attention to Han Zhuangzhuang who ran away, and the face that stuck out the door just now was always in his mind.

That's the king of the daughter country!
Unexpectedly, she is actually studying in Yanying now.

Lin Weimin intends to go back and take advantage of his nephew's relationship to get close, but now that Teacher Ni is sincerely trying to send him out of school, Lin Weimin can only walk out of the Tongzilou helplessly.

"Mr. Ni, don't send it away, you can go back."

Ni Zhen smiled and waved to Lin Weimin, "Goodbye, Mr. Lin. If you have a chance, you must come to our college to give lectures to the students!"

"There will be a chance when I look back."

It was a pity in Lin Weimin's heart that he didn't have a chance to get close to the king of his daughter country.

Fortunately, there is a big nephew, and there will be opportunities in the future.

(End of this chapter)