1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 64 Reunion

By the time I got off work, the snow outside had stopped, and the entire city of Yanjing was shrouded in a vast expanse of whiteness. The snow on the road happened to have no feet, so walking was okay, but riding a bicycle was a bit difficult.

Lin Weimin asked Qu Xiaowei for a drink today, but no one expected that it would snow heavily today, and they didn't know if Qu Xiaowei would be able to come.

On the west side of Guowenshe, a 2-minute walk is the Chaonei Vegetable Market, which has the most complete non-staple food supply in Yanjing.

Lin Weimin came here after work, regardless of whether Qu Xiaowei could come today, it was just to improve the food for himself.

He bought a pair of pig ears, a catty of fried peanuts, two sausages, and four salted duck eggs. At this time, there were not many vegetables in the vegetable market, and the cabbage was in season, so Lin Weimin bought a cabbage.

Back to the dormitory, the dormitory is not big, more than ten square meters, with simple decoration.

Lin Weimin was picking up the dishes when Qu Xiaowei suddenly opened the door of the dormitory.

"Come here?" Lin Weimin greeted Qu Xiaowei with a cabbage in his hand.

"Here we come." After he entered the door, his eyes were looking for food, and when he saw a few dishes on the table, he nodded, "This wine and food are okay."

"Today I'll bring you six dishes and one soup." Lin Weimin joked.

"Cold cabbage heart, cold pig ears, fried peanuts, sausage, salted duck eggs, there are only five dishes, and there is no soup yet." Qu Xiaowei counted with his fingers.

Lin Weimin took out the unfinished salted radish sticks yesterday, "Aren't these six dishes?"

"Where's the soup?"

Lin Weimin took out two unlabeled wine bottles from under the bed, "Isn't the soup here?"

Qu Xiaowei gave him a thumbs up, "If you want to cut corners, it has to be you!"

All I bought were cold dishes and appetizers, and they were very easy to clean up, and they were ready in just over ten minutes.

Qu Xiaowei took the initiative to set up the food and drinks, as well as the chairs, "You can always invite me."

After the two sat down, Lin Weimin filled a bottle of wine for Qu Xiaowei first, then poured himself another glass.

Then he raised his glass, "This is the first time for us to eat and drink after graduating from the Wenjiao Institute!"

"Yeah, it's only been over a month, and it feels like a long time has passed."

The two sighed with emotion, and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

"His!"

After drinking a glass of wine, quickly eat two bites of food and press it down.

Qu Xiaowei chewed the dish and said: "This cabbage heart is well mixed, and I have a little skill. How is the time? Are you used to being in the editorial department?"

"It's okay. How are you?"

"I'm fine too. Didn't the institute ask for leave? For three months, I don't know what to do when I'm free."

"Then you want to write something?" Lin Weimin said.

Qu Xiaowei shook his head and smiled wryly, "If I can write, why don't I just write it? Sigh, I don't know if it's because I have lost my mind now, and I always feel that I can't calm down to write. After half a year of studying at the Wenjiao Institute, I feel that I can't write. something."

"There are quite a lot of excuses. I think you spend all your energy on eating, drinking, having fun and taking pictures of your wife?" Lin Weimin said sarcastically.

Qu Xiaowei stared, "What are you doing to shoot your mother-in-law? I'm a pen pal."

"Are you still there?" Lin Weimin was a little surprised, it's not easy to hold on to a pen pal for such a long time.

Qu Xiaowei rarely showed a shy side, "We have an appointment, and she will come to play with me during the winter vacation."

Lin Weimin was slightly surprised, "The girl can rest assured? Are you afraid of being fooled by your kid?"

"What are you talking about? I am a serious person."

"Yes, yes, you are the most serious."

Qu Xiaowei didn't want to get too entangled with him on this topic, so he changed the subject and asked, "Have you written anything new recently?"

"I'm writing a notebook and it's almost finished."

"Book? Script?"

"Ah."

Qu Xiaowei asked in amazement: "Why do you think of writing a script?"

"At that time, I thought of a story in my mind and told it to the teacher. He thought it was good and asked me to write it. Now Renyi lacks a good script."

Hearing this, Qu Xiaowei couldn't help showing envy in his eyes, "Let you write a book for Yi Yi? Your kid's ancestral grave is smoking!"

"Hey, you can't say that, you have to get it."

"Haha, that's true. I really didn't expect that this study at our literary research institute has made you a perfect kid. If you can really appreciate this book, then you will have to be called a playwright. Come on, come on, Just drink this and have a toast!"

Qu Xiaowei raised his glass to persuade him to drink, and Lin Weimin had another sip with him.

Erguotou, which was over 50 degrees Celsius, was a bit strong, and Qu Xiaowei took a bite of the sausage.

Lin Weimin got up suddenly, took a magazine from the bedside, and threw it on the table.

"What's this……"

Qu Xiaowei just wanted to ask, but his eyes were fixed on the cover of the magazine.

"Is this... an album?"

"Well, it will be posted soon."

Looking greedily at the cover of the magazine for a moment, Qu Xiaowei opened the magazine and counted it. Most of the works created by the students in the class were there, a total of 13 novels.

"Except for the three of you who were directly killed, the editor-in-chief of a revised article was still dissatisfied and was not ranked. Everyone else's was on the top."

Rubbing the cover of the magazine with his hand, Qu Xiaowei finally showed a look of regret on his face.

"That's great! It's a pity, I'm not good at this level."

"Don't underestimate yourself. In fact, you write very well, but you don't work hard."

Qu Xiaowei smiled wryly, "You might as well stop comforting me."

He put the magazine on the table, "I, I guess there will be no play in the future."

"Give up so soon?" Lin Weimin knew he was referring to the path of writing.

"What can I do if I don't give up? I can't write anything decent, and I don't want to work hard. Let it go, if it doesn't work, just go to work honestly."

Qu Xiaowei's attitude was somewhat depressed, but not decadent.Lin Weimin understands his family background. His parents are both employees of cultural institutions and small leaders. He himself works in the cultural center of the district. His work is relaxed and comfortable. There is only one younger sister in the family, and life is stress-free.

Writing is the icing on the cake for him, and even if it doesn't work, it won't affect his life in the slightest.

"It's you instead. Weimin, I remember when you first came to the class, your sloppy look was more fucked up than me. No one would have imagined that in the past six months, you would have changed so much."

Lin Weimin took a sip of white wine, "Yeah, I didn't expect it myself, it was all a coincidence."

Qu Xiaowei shook his head, "How can there be so many coincidences, your talent is recognized as high, and you have a famous teacher to guide you, so your achievements in the future will definitely not be small."

Lin Weimin squinted at him, "Isn't there something you want to ask me, kid?"

"Fuck off!"

Qu Xiaowei cursed, and Lin Weimin felt relieved.

The two took a sip of wine, Qu Xiaowei glanced at the magazine on the table, "This time the album is released, students should feel relieved, everyone should thank you very much."

(End of this chapter)