1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 119 Teacher Lin is so nice to speak
On Sunday, the eldest nephew Han Zhuangzhuang ran back from Yanying and made solid improvements to two meals at Lin Weimin's house.

He was afraid that what he ate too much would affect Lin Weimin, so he bought some food for Lin Weimin after he came.

"Old uncle, can you miss this little thing?"

Lin Weimin wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but this kid was tall and strong, and even Lin Weimin himself felt that it was against harmony.

Han Zhuangzhuang also brought a message when he came this time. His class teacher Ni Zhen hoped to invite Lin Weimin to give lectures to the students.

Lin Weimin scratched his head when he heard the invitation. As a literary person, what can he tell this group of acting students?It's almost the same if you give lectures to the students of the Department of Drama and Literature.

But since Mr. Ni has sent invitations, Lin Weimin can't just turn a blind eye. After all, his eldest nephew is still studying in Yanying.

On Monday, he took a leave of absence to come to Yanying, intending to chat with Ni Zhen face to face.

"Oh! Teacher Lin, welcome!" Ni Zhen was very enthusiastic.

After the two exchanged pleasantries, they started talking about the topic. After the chat, Lin Weimin realized that Ni Zhen didn't know what to tell the students when he invited Lin Weimin.

The reason why he invited Lin Weimin through Han Zhuangzhuang was actually very simple.

The students in the amateur performance class he is in charge of now have a very short schooling period, not even a year.

Ni Zhen always felt that it would be irresponsible to teach the students wholeheartedly in such a short period of time, so he wanted to open the eyes of the students as much as possible.

Just at this time, Lin Weimin, a new and popular writer, appeared under the name of student Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle, and Ni Zhen fell in love with him.

After listening to Ni Zhen's words, Lin Weimin couldn't help showing a wry smile. Although he felt a little casual, Teacher Ni was also kind.

"Then what do you think I should tell the students?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Of course it's about your major. Didn't you write "Untouchable" for Yiyi before? Let's tell the students about the creation process of the play "Untouchable"?"

Lin Weimin thought that this was probably the content of the interaction he could have with this group of acting students.

"it is good."

"Then, choosing a day is worse than bumping into it?"

Lin Weimin's face was full of surprise. Isn't this Teacher Ni too impatient?
But he thought about it, and it seemed that this kind of thing was not too difficult for him, and everything was in his head.To give a lecture to the students, all it takes is a little organization of the prophecy, and it's completely handy.

I'm done talking today, so I won't waste time next time.

Lin Weimin agreed to Teacher Ni's request, and he was very happy.

The two discussed the time. During the day, the students had to attend classes and rehearse, and Lin Weimin's lecture time was set after dinner.

Teacher Ni arranged for Han Zhuangzhuang to tell the students in the class the news. After the news was conveyed, it immediately caused an uproar in the class.

"Lin Weimin? Is it the Lin Weimin who wrote "Farewell My Concubine"?"

"Not only that, they also wrote "The Cliff"!"

"How can "The Cliff" be as good as "Farewell My Concubine"?"

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In the crowd, Li Chengru gave Han Zhuangzhuang a smug look.

After Han Zhuangzhuang told Li Chengru, Li Qinqin, Zhu Lin and others about his relationship with Lin Weimin during the rehearsal that day, he specifically told them not to talk about it in class.

It now appears that several people have indeed kept their promises.

Li Qinqin asked Han Zhuangzhuang in a low voice, "Zhuangzhuang, did you invite Mr. Lin?"

Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a moment, and said, "It was Teacher Ni who asked me to call my uncle."

Li Qinqin felt an inexplicable joy in his heart. It seems that Zhuangzhuang still holds a very important position in the heart of his uncle, Mr. Lin. If he gets on well with Mr. Lin...

While Li Qinqin was full of imagination, Zhu Lin stood quietly in the crowd, thinking about the plot of "Farewell My Concubine" in her mind.

As early as the day when the April issue of "People's Literature" came out, Zhu Lin bought it.She likes "Yula's Death" very much, but she doesn't like "Latent" and "Cliff". After all, she is a girl, and she is not interested in these works of fighting, killing, and conspiracy.

The appearance of "Farewell My Concubine" once again deepened Zhu Lin's love for Lin Weimin, not only love, but also worship.

As soon as Zhu Lin thought that she would hear Lin Weimin giving a lecture to their class, she couldn't help but want to spin around in joy.

The discussions among the students continued for quite a while. After the initial exciting period, everyone went about their own business, looking forward to the celebrity lecture in the evening.

Because he had to give lectures to the students in the evening, Lin Weimin didn't leave until noon. After a lunch in Yanying's cafeteria, he declined Teacher Ni's invitation to let him rest for a while, and went to Yanying's campus by himself.

At this time, Yanying's campus is still very shabby, of course, the future generations are not much better.

After wandering outside for a long time, Lin Weimin planned to go back to the teacher's office to rest for a while.

Yanying's teaching building and student dormitory are in the same building, and many classrooms and dormitories are door-to-door or next door.

Walking in the corridor, Lin Weimin could occasionally hear the laughter of the students. When passing by a classroom with an open door, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure out of the corner of his eye, and stopped involuntarily.

This is probably a practice room, the afternoon sun shines in through the glass, blurring the dust in the air.

Like a proud swan, the slender and graceful figure stands and dances in the sunshine, the beauty is breathtaking.

Lin Weimin just stood quietly at the door of the practice room, looking and looking until he was discovered.

"Ah!" A soft and short cry interrupted Lin Weimin from his obsession. He looked at the panic-stricken woman in the practice room, feeling a little ashamed in his heart.

He wanted to leave as if nothing had happened, but he didn't want to be called by the woman who had regained his composure.

"teacher LIN!"

Lin Weimin was stunned, "You know me?"

Zhu Lin nodded slightly, with a charming expression.

"How do you know me?"

"You are Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle. I saw you when I called him in the corridor that day."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Your memory is really good, you can still remember it in just two seconds."

After being praised by Lin Weimin, Zhu Lin smiled.

Lin Weimin was embarrassed by her, and wanted to explain his behavior just now, but after thinking about it, this thing was getting more and more black, so he might as well be more carefree.

"Why didn't you rest at noon?" He asked.

"I don't have the habit of taking a nap. Taking advantage of the empty exercise room, I come here to exercise my muscles and bones, so that I can be energetic for class in the afternoon."

Lin Weimin answered the words naturally: "You dance so beautifully!"

Faced with his slightly blatant compliment, two blushes appeared on Zhu Lin's cheeks, "I just danced blindly. I learned dance from Yan Ying."

"Then you are very talented!"

Zhu Lin was secretly delighted again.

This Mr. Lin speaks really nicely.

(End of this chapter)