1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 134 Zheng Guo is Back

In the evening, today's dinner is noodles with fried sauce. With Han Zhuangzhuang, a big belly man, he used three catties of flour alone.

Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang, uncle and nephew, sat under the jujube tree and sat at the door of the east chamber, eating noodles bald.

"Fatty, it's time for you to graduate in one month, right?"

Han Zhuangzhuang raised his head from the rice bowl, his mouth glistening, "Yes."

"Do you have any plans after graduation?" Lin Weimin asked.

Han Zhuangzhuang's eyes were pure, "Go back to Shanghai Film Studio."

"Aren't you going to make a living in Yanjing?"

"Stay in Yanjing?" Han Zhuangzhuang stopped, "Then what should my father do?"

I didn't see it, he was still a filial child.

"You stay in Yanjing for two years first, and then take your dad over after you gain a firm foothold. By then, he will be retiring soon."

Lin Weimin's brother-in-law is seven years older than his sister, and is over 45 years old. According to the National Document No. 78 issued in 104, he can retire from illness in a few years.

"Uncle, do you want me to stay in Yanjing?" Han Zhuangzhuang finally had an inspiration.

Lin Weimin said: "At least I can help you in Yanjing. I don't worry if you go back to Shanghai!"

No matter how dull Han Zhuangzhuang was, he could hear Lin Weimin's concern for their father and son, "Then... can I ask my father?"

"You can communicate with him."

"By the way, uncle, my dad also told you to go to Shanghai to play when you are free during the summer vacation."

"Do you think I'm a student? Are you free during the summer vacation? Wait until you have time. You can go back and talk to your dad about the work, so that I can make arrangements for you here."

"Understood, uncle."

After the weekend, go to work normally.

The editorial department of "Contemporary" was busy drafting manuscripts for the new issue in July, so Lin Weimin went to the guest house on the third floor.

Lu Yao has been escorted back by him for more than a week, and he has performed fairly well during this time.

His face became rosy, and many of his minor ailments disappeared, but his addiction to smoking was still as strong as ever.According to the writers next door, they could smell the smoke from Lu Yao's dormitory next door.

"Music of Life", oh, it should be called "Life" now, and the revision progress of "Life" is very smooth.

After entering the dormitory, Lin Weimin opened the doors and windows wide, "Those who didn't know thought your dormitory was on fire!"

"Hey, don't drive it, you let my inspiration go!" Lu Yao complained.

Lin Weimin took out a cigarette and threw it on the bed, "Continue to smoke when the inspiration is gone!"

Lu Yao was overjoyed when he saw her, "Oh, it's a bit of a smoke."

Because of the jingle in his pocket when he came here, Lu Yao can only smoke Jinmen Fighting brand cigarettes that cost more than ten cents a pack recently.

What Lin Weimin brought to him today was the "Congratulations to the New Year" cigarettes just launched by Yuxi Cigarette Factory during the Spring Festival this year, which are much more expensive than fighting.

Lu Yao couldn't wait to open the package, shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it on the tip of his nose and took a deep breath, feeling refreshed.

After lighting a cigarette, he still doesn't forget to clip one behind his ear, which is called being prepared.

Lin Weimin discussed the manuscript with him for a while in the dormitory, then left the room.

In the afternoon, the weather was sweltering, and the colleagues in the office were like frost-beaten eggplants, a little wilted.

Lin Weimin read the manuscript for a while, then stood up to move around.

"It's not even July yet, it's really hard!" Liu Yin said.

"Isn't it? It's really hot this summer." Yao Shuzhi felt irritated by the heat.

Rong Shihui shook his big cattail fan and said, "Calm your mind, it will be cool naturally!"

Several people were talking when there was a knock on the office door.

Everyone looked towards the door, and it turned out to be a familiar face.

"Zheng Guo?"

Lin Weimin cried out in surprise, "Why are you here? Are you here to revise the manuscript?"

Zheng Guo walked into the office, and his colleagues surrounded him.

Zheng Guo lived in the back building for a long time before, and everyone was familiar with him.

"I'm not here to revise the manuscript. This time I plan to stay in Shajiabang." Zheng Guo said with a bit of joy on his face.

Liu Yin asked: "What do you mean? You transferred to Yanjing?"

Zheng Guo nodded, "That's right, I'm now transferred to the Cultural Center of Haiding District."

Everyone immediately looked at Zheng Guo with admiration, "Xiao Zheng can do it, transfer across provinces."

"No, no, it's all a fluke."

Lin Weimin patted Zheng Guo's shoulder, "I didn't realize that you still have this ability?"

"What a fluke."

Everyone didn't care whether he was lucky or not, and clamored for him to be treated as an iron rooster.

Treating guests is impossible. He, Zheng Guo, has always been the one who ripped off others, and there is no reason to be ripped off.

However, Zheng Guo finally suffered some blood this time, and took out two packs of souvenirs brought from his hometown to share with everyone.

"Everyone try it!"

Lin Weimin teased: "Okay, you really deserve to be a public servant now, you have made progress, and you know how to bring things for the big guys."

"Hey, isn't this thanks to everyone for taking care of me before!"

After distributing the things, he whispered to Lin Weimin at the end: "Weimin, last time I went to your house, I remember that you have some wood left, right?"

Lin Weimin immediately realized that this thing was not easy to hold, and wanted to throw it away, but Zheng Guo tightly held his hands, "Look at you, how can you still throw something out that my brother brought all the way?"

"Let go!"

"I do not!"

"Let go!"

"I do not!"

The two stared at each other, and the colleagues laughed.

In the end, Lin Weimin couldn't stand the guy's thick skin, and withdrew his hand, "Why do you miss my little wood?"

Zheng Guo laughed and said: "I just moved to the dormitory of the unit. I only have a bed but no desk. I want to make one myself."

Lin Weimin rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you know carpentry?"

"Look at what you said? We are children from a poor family, we can't do any work! I'm not bragging to you..."

"Stop, stop!" Lin Weimin hurriedly interrupted him, and said, "It's not impossible for you to use the wood."

"Hey, I knew it, you're still good enough for the people..."

Zheng Guo was full of smiles, and was about to say something nice to Lin Weimin, when Lin Weimin said: "Help me build a bookshelf later, just do it in our house, it's convenient for you."

Zheng Guo hesitated for a moment, it seemed a little uneconomical for him to take advantage of it.

"Don't want to? Forget it!"

"No, no." Zheng Guo grabbed Lin Weimin and bargained: "It's no problem to hit the bookshelf, then you have to let me hit two more chairs."

"no problem."

Lin Weimin agreed without hesitation, the last time he cleaned up the yard, there was a pile of useless wood left in his house.

After the discussion, the two brothers showed satisfied smiles on their faces, and both felt that they had taken advantage of it.

After work, Lin Weimin went to Zheng Guo's dormitory to take a look. It was a dormitory of about ten square meters. There were only beds and cabinets in the room. Toilets, cooking, and water had to be used in the public space in the corridor.

It was rare for Zheng Guo to be generous today, spending money to buy wine and vegetables and have a drink with Lin Weimin.

(End of this chapter)