1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 61
When the Institute of Literature was about to graduate, Shi Tiesheng was discharged from the hospital.In fact, it was mainly because Shi Tiesheng's condition improved greatly as the National Day was approaching, so he chose to be discharged from the hospital.

On the day of discharge, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei went to help.During the hospitalization, Shi Tiesheng underwent cystostomy because of frequent urinary retention leading to hydronephrosis.

Before leaving, Shi Tiesheng asked the doctor a question: "Doctor Bai, how many years can I live?"

Dr. Bai said: "Optimistically, there are at least ten years."

Shi Tiesheng was very happy after hearing this, and said, "I have earned money for ten years."

What Lin Weimin admired most about Shi Tiesheng was his open-mindedness.

Helping Shi Tiesheng back to his home at No. 26 Lama Temple Street, father Shi made a fuss about having a meal to get rid of bad luck.

During the meal, they talked about the upcoming graduation of the Institute of Literature, and Shi Tiesheng became concerned about Lin Weimin's work again.

"It's all arranged, just wait for graduation."

Hearing Lin Weimin's words, Shi Tiesheng had a gratified expression on his face.

Qu Xiaowei said in a tone of envy and hatred: "You don't have to worry about him. I recognized Mr. Wan as a teacher and went to "Contemporary" as an editor. He is the best in our class."

Shi Tiesheng nodded, "Indeed, such an encounter is not something everyone can have, and serving the people is a blessed person."

"What kind of lucky person am I? At best, I'm lucky."

"It doesn't matter if it's luck or luck, it's just a matter of embarrassment." Qu Xiaowei concluded.

"Haha, well said."

Staying at Shi Tiesheng's house until the afternoon, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei returned to the Institute of Literature.

Right now, the institute is in a state of panic. The teacher appreciation banquet was a climax in the life of the institute. After that day, the students in the class seemed to be waiting for the end of the day.

From the beginning of April to the graduation in October, half a year has passed in a flash, and tomorrow is the day of graduation.

Jiang Zilong and Zhang Lin went from house to house, and when they arrived at Lin Weimin's dormitory, they handed several notebooks to Lin Weimin.

"For the sake of the people, please leave your home address and contact information, and you can contact me if you have anything to do in the future."

Jiao Yundian and the others wrote down their addresses and communication methods in their notebooks one by one, but when it came to Lin Weimin, he encountered difficulties.

He didn't know what to write.

The Longjiang countryside is a place to jump in the queue, and it is impossible for me to go back.Except for an old house, Fengtian's hometown doesn't even have a dog.

He stayed in Yanjing, but now he doesn't even have a place to live.

After much deliberation, he could only write the address as "Contemporary Editorial Department, No. 166 Chaonei Street".

"For the people, you..."

Only a few people in the dormitory and Qu Xiaowei knew about Lin Weimin staying as an editor at Contemporary.

Lin Weimin explained: "I will stay in Yanjing from now on."

Reminiscent of Lin Weimin communicating with "Contemporary" before to release an album for his classmates, Jiang Zilong and Zhang Lin immediately understood what he meant. He must have stayed at "Contemporary" to work.

"congratulations!"

"Congratulations, for the people!"

The two smiled and congratulated Lin Weimin, feeling a little envious in their hearts.

Such an encounter with Lin Weimin is really not something that everyone can have. There are more than 30 students in the class, and the one who has changed the most since coming to the Institute of Arts and Sciences is undoubtedly Lin Weimin.

After Jiang Zilong and Zhang Lin left, the news that Lin Weimin was going to work in "Contemporary" quickly spread throughout the Institute of Literature.

Let Lin Weimin shine again when he is about to graduate.

The classmates rushed to congratulate him, and by the way, they did not forget to express their envy and jealousy.

The next day, the Graduation Ceremony of the Research Institute.

Compared with the colorful blooms at the beginning of the term, the graduation scene was a bit bleak. A few leaders came from the Cultural Association, but the main ones were the teachers and students in the institute.

After the leaders finished speaking, they began to issue certificates of completion.

Those little red books are the testimony of the past six months.

Holding the certificate of completion in his hand, Lin Weimin had mixed feelings in his heart.

At this point in the ceremony, it is basically over, but the class leaders Jiang Zilong and Zhang Lin quit, insisting on asking the teachers to say a few words to everyone.

Teacher Tang Yuqiu who is in charge of student affairs, teacher You Xiaoshan who is stationed in the school, teacher Wang Yifen, typist Kobayashi, librarian Xiaojing...

Everyone walked up to the podium during everyone's roll call, and their eyes were red before they could say a few words.

After half a year of getting along, we have already become acquainted, facing parting, naturally sad and inexplicable.

After the teachers finished their lectures intermittently, the students walked up to the podium spontaneously, telling about the harvest and feelings of studying and living in the institute for the past six months.

All of a sudden, on and off the stage, tears flowed down my face.

After finally waiting for everyone to finish speaking, the ceremony finally came to an end.

Director Xu Gang came to the stage and told everyone a good news.

"Every student in the institute has asked for a three-month creative leave from the work unit, and you can write until the end of the year without going to work!"

There was a burst of cheers from the audience.

For the students, there is no better news than this right now.

After half a year of abundant study and life at the Institute of Literature and Literature, most people really need a buffer when they suddenly return to work. The three-month creative vacation is an ideal buffer.

After finishing the news, the graduation ceremony is really coming to an end.

Everyone couldn't help shaking hands and hugging each other, showing their true feelings.

After Lin Weimin hugged the boys who were good friends in the class, he turned his head and saw Huang Anyi looking at him with a complicated face. He didn't even think about it, and took the initiative to hug her. Voice.

The graduation ceremony is thus over.

When everyone returned to the dormitory, many of them had already packed their luggage, and basically bought their tickets for today and tomorrow.

After a brief farewell, everyone packed their bags together.

Those students who left tomorrow sent them to the No. [-] bus stop. When everyone came, they also took this bus.

The students got into the car one by one, turned around, waved, and said goodbye.

The No. [-] bus became smaller and smaller in the eyes until it disappeared.

On the last night of staying in the dormitory, everyone pooled money to buy food and drink, and drank until dawn.

Early in the morning, the eighteenth bus station repeated yesterday's scene again.

This time, the students of the fifth period of the Institute of Literature and Arts really disappeared.

Lin Weimin was only surrounded by Qu Xiaowei, a native of Yanjing. He looked at the back of the bus and muttered to himself.

"Goodbye, Lao Jiao!"

"Goodbye, old Huang!"

"Goodbye, Lao Guo!"

After standing there for a long time, Lin Weimin came to his senses in Qu Xiaowei's cry.

"Okay, don't be sad, it's not like we can't see each other anymore."

Lin Weimin said indifferently: "How many times can we see each other?"

Qu Xiaowei was silent.

Yes, even if we meet again in the future, how can we get back the feelings we had back then?
"Okay, stop talking, let's go! Come to our house to play when you have time!"

Qu Xiaowei left Lin Weimin with a chic back.

When Lin Weimin returned to the Lecture Center, the bustling scene in the past disappeared, only empty and lonely. He sat on the bed in the dormitory, feeling lost.

"For the people!" Teacher Tang Yuqiu's voice came from the door.

"Teacher Tang!" Lin Weimin responded.

"Contemporary called the office. Your job transfer order has been sent to the northeast. You have to go back and do file transfer and household registration transfer."

Lin Weimin's spirit was shaken, he had been busy for so long before, wasn't he waiting for this moment?

"I see, Teacher Tang, I'll prepare now."

"Okay, be careful on the way back."

"Okay, thank you Teacher Tang."

Lin Weimin packed his things and walked out of the Institute of Literature.

At the gate of D school, Xiao Jing was cleaning up the gate of the courtyard with a broom. Today's graduation ceremony, the gate was completely ruined.

"Weimin, are you leaving?" Xiaojing greeted Lin Weimin.

"Let's go, Xiaojing!"

Lin Weimin said something to Xiaojing, and strode forward, just like when he came.

　The first volume is over.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)