1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 109 The Match in the Yanying Classroom

Chapter 109 Conversations in Yanying's Classroom
The classroom of Yanjing Film Academy.

A few students were rehearsing their sketches for this week. During the break, a young man with a barely upright appearance asked Han Zhuangzhuang, "Hey, Zhuangzhuang, what did you do last night?"

"Nothing."

The young man didn't believe it, with a gossip on his face, "I heard that you didn't come home last night."

Han Zhuangzhuang and his class are amateur performance classes recruited by Yanying. The school system is short, and most of the students have already gone to work before entering school. Han Zhuangzhuang is only 19 years old this year. He is the youngest boy in the class. Everyone likes to tease him .

"I'm looking for relatives." Han Zhuangzhuang said.

"Looking for relatives? Does your family have relatives in Yanjing? Why haven't you heard of it before?"

"I..." Han Zhuangzhuang didn't know how to explain to the other party for a while.

A girl with a bright face said, "Li Chengru, do you have any relatives in Yanjing who need to report to you?"

"Qinqin, what you said is wrong. As the eldest brother, I can't care about Zhuangzhuang anymore?"

Li Chengru laughed, his eyes flicked between Han Zhuangzhuang and Li Qinqin, with malicious intentions.

Li Qinqin gave him a blank look, and Han Zhuangzhuang felt a little embarrassed by his eyes, and wanted to explain.

"I went to find my uncle."

"Your uncle?"

Several people present were interested, Li Qinqin asked: "Is your uncle in Yanjing?"

"Well, we just met last night and we lived at his house. He was afraid that I couldn't explain clearly to Mr. Ni, so he made a point of talking about it today."

Hearing this, Li Chengru asked another woman in the classroom, "Zhu Lin, did you see his uncle when you called Zhuang Zhuang just now?"

Zhu Lin thought for a while, "I didn't see it, but I saw Teacher Ni."

Li Chengru suddenly felt that he had grasped Han Zhuangzhuang's handle, "Zhuangzhuang, you are dishonest!"

Han Zhuangzhuang hurriedly shouted to Zhu Lin: "Sister Lin, my uncle is standing with Teacher Ni, how can you say you didn't see it?"

"Together?" Zhu Lin frowned, her beauty was shocking, "You said that young man is your uncle?"

"Yes, my uncle."

Zhu Lin couldn't believe it, "Why is your uncle so young?"

"Didn't I say that? That's my uncle."

Li Chengru tortured and asked, "How many uncles are you?"

"One!"

"Hey, you kid, you don't even draft a lie."

Han Zhuangzhuang was disturbed by the question, stood up and explained bluntly: "My mother is just a younger brother. My uncle is my grandma. My grandpa has always been the son. He is only two years behind me."

Li Chengru looked suspicious, "Really?"

Han Zhuangzhuang looked at him and said helplessly, "Why am I lying to you?"

In Zhu Lin's mind, she recalled the handsome young face she saw in the corridor, but she didn't expect that young man to be Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle.

He is only two years older than Han Zhuangzhuang, so isn't he several years younger than himself?

At such a young age, there is a nephew as big as Han Zhuangzhuang. Zhu Lin thinks of the picture of Han Zhuangzhuang calling his uncle, and a captivating smile curls up at the corner of her mouth.

Li Qinqin asked casually: "Zhuang Zhuang, does your uncle work in Yanjing? Are you planning to stay in Yanjing?"

Before Han Zhuangzhuang could answer her question, Li Chengru shook his head, thinking to himself, this lesbian, your question is a bit too naked|naked, right?

But he also understood that among the students in his class, Han Zhuangzhuang was from Shanghai and was the youngest boy.Li Qinqin is from Yanjing, and she is also the youngest girl in the class. She was born in 1963, just after the new year.

Many of the other students in the class are adults who have already joined the workforce. Only Li Qinqin and Han Zhuangzhuang are about the same age.

Han Zhuangzhuang is tall and burly, his face is not handsome, but he is very manly.Even the teachers in the class said that he is the most suitable to play the role of the ancient general.

Li Qinqin had been in contact with Han Zhuangzhuang for a long time, so he naturally had some strange thoughts in his heart.

Many students in the class can see this, only Han Zhuangzhuang, a silly boy, doesn't seem to be enlightened yet.

"My uncle works in the editorial department of "Contemporary" of the Guowen Society. I never thought about staying in Yanjing, and my father is still in Shanghai."

Han Zhuangzhuang answered truthfully.

The focus of Li Qinqin's concern was whether Han Zhuangzhuang would stay in Yanjing. Hearing his answer, her eyes flashed with disappointment.

On the contrary, Li Chengru became interested in the first half of Han Zhuangzhuang's sentence, "Your uncle works in "Contemporary"? Is he an editor?"

Han Zhuangzhuang nodded, proudly said: "My uncle is not only an editor, he is also a writer!"

Li Chengru became more interested, and asked: "A writer? Tell me your name, let me see if I've heard of it!"

Han Zhuangzhuang instinctively felt that it was not good to show off his uncle's reputation like this, but he just couldn't help it. After finally finding his uncle, he hoped to let the whole world know.

"Lin Weimin, have you heard of it?"

"Lin Weimin?"

Li Chengru was stunned for a moment, "The one who wrote "The Cliff"? I still listened to the radio during Chinese New Year. Is he your uncle?"

Han Zhuangzhuang nodded seriously, "Yes!"

"Hey, hello!" Li Chengru sighed, and didn't know what to say, he turned around for a long time, "Are you his nephew?"

"It's fake!" Han Zhuangzhuang puffed up his chest.

Li Chengru's face was full of disbelief, "A few days ago, I went to see the play of Renyi Xinhua, which was also written by your uncle."

Han Zhuangzhuang was surprised, "My uncle wrote the screenplay?"

"Dare you not know?"

Han Zhuangzhuang shook his head and said honestly, "I don't know."

"You nephew, you don't even know about this?"

Han Zhuangzhuang had no choice but to continue to explain what happened between him and Lin Weimin in recent years.

After listening to several classmates, Li Chengru sighed, "I just got in touch, no wonder you don't know about it! That play is very popular now. You uncle, you are a character!"

Hearing Li Chengru praise his old uncle so much, Han Zhuangzhuang felt honored.

"Zhuang Zhuang, your uncle is so powerful, don't you want to stay in Yanjing? If you stay in Yanjing, you will definitely be able to borrow a lot of strength." Li Qinqin said.

A trace of hesitation flashed across Han Zhuangzhuang's face. Li Qinqin's words were not unreasonable, but he still shook his head, "My father is still in Shanghai. Besides, I have to go back to Shanghai Film Studio after I finish my studies."

Li Qinqin felt annoyed at his dead-headedness.

While the few people were talking, Zhu Lin stood by and listened silently.

Lin Weimin's handsome face flashed in her mind from time to time.

Several people around Zhu Lin did not know that one of her favorite writers was Lin Weimin.

And she liked Lin Weimin at first because of his short story "The Death of Yula" published in "Contemporary". Yula, who pursues fairness and freedom until the end of her life, is her favorite character in the novel.

So he turned out to be Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle?

Zhu Lin was inexplicably looking forward to seeing Lin Weimin again, and she looked at Han Zhuangzhuang.

With him here, Lin Weimin should come again, right?

 Back home, the vacation has officially begun.Two shifts in the past two days, recharge your batteries, and recover three shifts the day after tomorrow.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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