1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 137

The summer in Yanjing is much more difficult than in my hometown in Northeast China.

Lin Weimin thought it might be because the days passed and the days got better. He was a little squeamish, and even sweating a little felt like suffering.

In other words, those who engage in art cannot live too comfortably, and problems will arise.

It's been almost half a year, and Lin Weimin's new work hasn't been released yet, so I'm too embarrassed to go to Mr. Wan's house recently.

The old man always told him, "Your current creative energy and inspiration are the most precious", and whenever they met, they would always urge him to write some new works.

Recently, his colleagues are also asking him if there are any new works coming out, which makes him a little stressed.

Sure enough, he was too diligent before, giving the people around him the illusion of "I am a genius", and Lin Weimin secretly regretted it.

He was also thinking in his mind, what should he write in his next work?

The weather was hot, and a deck chair was placed under the jujube tree in the small courtyard. Lin Weimin lay there in a vest and shorts, thinking hard.

"Dangdangdang!" There was a knock on the door, and Lin Weimin went to open the door.

Qu Xiaowei entered the door with a Sima face on his face, without saying a word, he just lay down on the couch and sighed.

"What's the matter?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Ugh!"

Lin Weimin was speechless, "Look at your dying appearance!"

After being scolded, Qu Xiaowei was neither angry nor refuted, and continued to sigh, which surprised Lin Weimin.

He asked, "What's the matter? Don't hold back if you're not happy. Tell me to make me happy!"

Qu Xiaowei may have sighed enough, "Can you be a human being?"

"Whether I will be a man or not depends entirely on what happens to you."

Qu Xiaowei glared at him, then sighed uncontrollably, "Oh! Haiyan's assignment is fixed, stay in Jinling as their school teacher."

"Isn't that nice?"

"What a fart!" Qu Xiaowei was so angry that he stood up, "You don't care about me at all!"

?

Don't be so ambiguous, okay, your father and I are straight men of steel.

"Say something."

Qu Xiaowei complained: "You forgot, didn't I say that I discussed with Haiyan to transfer to Yanjing?"

"What are you talking about? You two are a little whimsical."

Qu Xiaowei sighed, "Yeah, what I thought at the time was really too simple, and I wanted Haiyan to transfer here after graduation!"

"Then what's the situation now? Has it been decided that she will stay in school? Are you still going in such a different place?"

"I don't know!" Qu Xiaowei's tone was somewhat bewildered, "I can only figure out a solution after work. It would be best if I could be transferred to Yanjing."

"Then what if it can't be transferred?" Lin Weimin asked very realistically.

Qu Xiaowei's eyes were on Lin Weimin, but he didn't focus on it, and said in his mouth: "Can't tune it? Can't tune it?"

His eyes turned red as he read, "If I can't adjust, I'll go to Jinling to find Haiyan."

"You don't want to work anymore?"

Qu Xiaowei lowered his head, "If there is no Haiyan, what would I do with this job?"

I didn't see it, Comrade Xiaowei is still a lover.

For Chinese people in the 80s, work is the lifeblood of everyone. It may be impulsive to say that you don’t want to work, but at least it shows Qu Xiaowei’s friendship with Liu Haiyan.

Like Lin Weimin, he has no awareness of giving up work or writing for anyone.

Lin ZHU?The horoscope has not been written yet.

Great nephew?He still has to rely on his uncle to support him.

Tiesheng?Hmm, that might be something to think about.

No, no, think about a hammer and think about it all day long.

Lin Weimin put away all the messy thoughts in his mind, and patted Qu Xiaowei on the shoulder, "Don't say such depressing words, it's human effort!"

Qu Xiaowei raised his head, with hope in his eyes, "Wei Min, do you think there is a chance?"

Lin Weimin shook his head cruelly.

"You bastard..."

Realizing that he was cheated, Qu Xiaowei became angry from the bottom of his heart, and the evil turned to his guts.

Brothers are like this, can't you be kinder?
He planned to get up and give Lin Weimin a big blow, to let him understand that Viagra is not something you can just lick if you want.

Unfortunately, before he could do anything, Lin Weimin said a word.

"How about I think of a way for you?"

The big guy didn't fan out, and halfway turned into a helping hand for Lin Weimin.

Qu Xiaowei bowed his knees, with flattery on his face, "Sit down, sit down, tell me what you said just now!"

Lin Weimin sat down calmly, "I think you wanted to make a move just now?"

"No! Absolutely not! I swear to the [-]th generation of my ancestors." Qu Xiaowei swears, with an honest and reliable face, "Aren't I afraid that you will get tired from standing for a long time? I will help you to rest for a while."

After a few jokes, Qu Xiaowei asked seriously: "For the people, do you really have a way?"

"I'm not sure, just try to see if there is a chance."

Qu Xiaowei nodded hurriedly, and said: "If there is a chance, it will be done. What do you need me to do?"

"You don't have to do anything."

Lin Weimin stood up and looked left and right in the yard. The jujube tree was not yet ripe, which was a delay.

When he entered the kitchen, he reluctantly picked up the Heibengjiner from the bucket.

A watermelon weighing more than ten catties is very heavy to buy, but Lin Weimin bought it after spending a long time at the melon stand in the evening.

Later generations of Yanjing people mentioned watermelon, and almost everyone knew Jingxin. The melon is round, fleshy, sweet, and heavy. In the hot summer, Jingxin has become the most pleasant enjoyment for the people of the capital.

But at this time in 81, Jingxin’s hybrid watermelon hadn’t appeared yet, and the most popular ones in Yanjing were Heibengjiner, Zaohua, and Zhengzhou No. 3. Not only were the yields low, but the taste was not particularly sweet.

If you want to eat a juicy and sweet watermelon, you must have the skill of picking melons.

Picking melons is very particular. First of all, you have to choose those crooked melons with cracked dates. Such melons are generally not bad.

The second one pays attention to listening to the sound and distinguishing positions, and those who have echoes are thin-skinned and have a lot of water.

Lin Weimin came out of the kitchen holding the watermelon, Qu Xiaowei thought he was going to relieve the heat, but before he could speak, he found Lin Weimin walking out of the courtyard holding the watermelon.

"Go!"

"What are you going to do?" Qu Xiaowei was confused.

"Do you still want your Haiyan?"

Qu Xiaowei was startled, and quickly got up, "Are you going now?"

"That's right, take advantage of today's free time."

After leaving the gate, Lin Weimin stuffed the watermelon into Qu Xiaowei's arms and locked the gate.

The two got on their bicycles, and Qu Xiaowei was still asking: "Wei Min, where are we going?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

Lin Weimin didn't mention the destination, and Qu Xiaowei became even more itchy. He felt that he was pedaling a bicycle with a little more strength than usual.

Although I don't know where Weimin plans to take him and who to look for, what if it works?
Thinking of this, Qu Xiaowei felt that his body was full of strength.

Haiyan, you wait for me!
(End of this chapter)