The literary era since 1979

Chapter 33 Brother-in-law, you have to stand up!
At that time, state-owned factories had everything.

Housing, schools, hospitals, shops, barber shops, it is like a small self-functioning society. The workers' daily lives can basically be met in the factory. Of course, the prerequisite is that it must be a large factory.

Although a small factory like a noodle factory has all the necessary facilities, its scale and facilities are still not as good as those of a large factory. At least it does not have a cinema.

Whenever a movie starts, there's always a huge crowd of people downstairs.

A rectangular white shadow cloth was hung right in front of the projector. The space between the projector and the screen was lined with chairs and benches in rows and rows. People continued to arrive.

Some brought chairs, some came empty-handed, and all came with a smile.

Every family had dinner early to grab a good seat.

Fang Yan and others rushed to the front row, and suddenly a man's voice came from behind: "Ya Ya, who is he?"

Fangyan looked back and saw that he met this bastard again.

Lu Dacheng!
He was wearing a yellow Dacron shirt with four pockets, two pens in his chest pocket, his chin held high, and a group of factory workers followed him. He was obviously the king of the chickens.

"You are not allowed to call my sister by her nickname!"

Fangyan stood in front of them and watched coldly.

"So you are Fang Hong's brother."

Lu Dacheng's face changed drastically. "Your name is Fangyan, right? I'm Brother Lu, Lu Dacheng. I used to be your sister's classmate, and now I'm her co-worker. I wonder if you still remember me?"

Fang Yan narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't remember. I have no impression."

Brother-in-law, you can't deny me!

Lu Dacheng reminded, "I used to send your sister home often, and I even said hello to you, right, Ya, Fang Hong."

"Oh, I remembered."

Fang Yan pretended to be enlightened, "You are the stinky guy that Su Ya and I dragged into the alley and almost beat up..."

"Cough cough!"

Lu Dacheng coughed to cover up his embarrassment, "Misunderstanding, that was purely a misunderstanding." He immediately took out a pack of Badaling cigarettes, "Do you want to smoke?"

"Bring your own."

Fangyan took out the Daqianmen and shook it.

Seeing that his class was higher than his, Lu Dacheng put the cigarette back into his pocket in dismay, "I heard that you came back from the production team, published a novel, became a writer, and worked in the editorial department of Yanjing Literature and Art."

"Yes."

Fangyan nodded.

"Since we both work in the cultural propaganda department, I think we have a lot of common topics to talk about," Lv Dacheng said. "My works, especially poems, are often published in the factory newspaper."

"Factory newspaper?"

Fangyan said with disdain.

"Of course, if you don't believe me, you can ask your sister and Suya."

Lu Dacheng was eager to show off in front of them.

Fangyan suddenly raised a wicked smile and said, "Since it is so outstanding, in addition to being published in the factory newspaper, your masterpiece must have been published in other journals, right?"

"Yes, of course."

Lu Dacheng felt guilty, "But I used to focus on the factory newspaper and rarely submitted my poems to publishing houses. Recently, I have been considering whether I should submit more of my poems to publishing houses for publication?"

"Then tell me about your work."

Fangyan has long been aware of his level.

"Then it's embarrassing."

Lu Dacheng straightened his chest and raised his head, then closed his eyes: "On the top of that high mountain, a white cloud floated over. After the white cloud passed by, there was no more white cloud on the top of that high mountain..."

(PS: This poem exists in reality, and the evaluation is not "low")
"..."

Fangyan's mouth corners curled up, worthy of being the Lu Dacheng I know!
"Stop laughing and pay attention."

Su Ya reminded in a low voice.

"How can I not laugh? What a crap thing it is. It's not even half as good as yours." Fangyan pulled the corners of his mouth downwards, trying to hold back his smile.

"Scold me or praise me!"

Su Ya glanced.

Fang Yan said softly, "I'm praising you. Look, he's so ordinary, yet he can be so confident."

"Pfft."

Not only Su Ya, but Fang Hong who was listening also almost laughed out loud.

Lv Dacheng was immersed in his own poem and slowly opened his eyes: "I called it "The Mountaintop", what do you think?"

“fun of foolish talk.”

I was afraid that he would understand my dialect, so I switched to English.

His fluent English immediately attracted the attention of Su Ya and Fang Hong.

Lu Dacheng was the same, and asked in confusion: "What are you talking about?"

"No wonder it's always published in the factory newspaper."

Dialect is spoken in a joking tone.

"Then do you think there is a chance for you to be included in Yanjing Literature and Art?"

Lu Dacheng worked so hard to perform, not only because he wanted to show off his skills in front of Fang Hong and Fang Yan, but also because he received guidance from Lu's father.

If he could get his works published through the dialect and solidify his reputation as a "great talent", then with some help from Lu's father, he might be transferred to the factory director's office as a secretary.

The next step is to serve as deputy director of the workshop.

He wanted to be Fangyan's brother-in-law more than ever before!
Future brother-in-law, I want to improve so much!

"It's not my decision. Whether it can be published depends on the editor-in-chief and the poetry team. I'm just an assistant editor."

Fang Yan spread his hands and said, "But seeing that you are so confident, it shouldn't be a problem to submit directly to Yanjing Literature and Art."

"Really? That's great!"

Lu Dacheng's eyes lit up and he said that he had already submitted the manuscript to Yenching Literature and Art.

"Is that so? Then wait for the letter."

Fang Yan smiled coldly and took the kettle, "Sister, let's go to the boiler room."

…………

Two long shadows fell on the ground.

"Yanzi, you just spoke English, right?"

Fang Hong looked at her brother and nodded: "What does that mean?"

"You're full of bullshit." said Fangyan.

"what!"

Fang Hong was shocked at first, "You are so brave to say this to his face. Fortunately, he doesn't understand English." Then she laughed out loud: "Haha, you are full of nonsense. How do you pronounce it?"

“fun of foolish talk.”

Fang Yan said, "Sister, I mean, with his level of poetry, can he be included in the factory newspaper? Your factory newspaper is too bad."

"Don't talk nonsense. Our factory newspaper is still of good quality. Maybe because he is the propaganda officer, it is easier for him to be published in the factory newspaper."

Fang Hong shook her head and laughed.

"It may have something to do with the fact that his father is a deputy factory director."

Dialects can't help but sneer.

Fang Hong's face darkened. "This Lu Dacheng."

Fangyan said no more, and the brother and sister walked forward. The coal was piled in the yard outside the boiler room, and they saw a man with a black face, sweating profusely, pushing a cart full of coal. "Yuemin!"

Fang Hong recognized him at once.

"Yaya!"

Han Yuemin noticed the dialect beside her, "Who is he?"

"This is my brother, the one you've met before."

Fang Hong smiled.

"Your brother? Oh, Fangyan, Yanzi!"

Han Yuemin was about to stretch out his hand, but when he saw that his hands were black and dirty, he retracted them in embarrassment.

Hey, brother-in-law!

Fang Yan immediately grabbed him and shook him twice, "I remember you too, Han Yuemin, Brother Han, hello, hello."

"Hello."

Han Yuemin was touched for no reason and glanced at the kettles in their hands. "Come and get some hot water, right? I'll help you..."

"I'll go myself."

Fang Hong rolled her eyes. "You pushed the coal in, so you better wash your face and hands. They're as black as a cat."

"hey-hey."

Han Yuemin smiled innocently and said, "Yanzi, you just shook hands with me, your hands must be dirty, come on, wash them with me."

"to make."

Fangyan followed him and walked into the boiler room.

"You guys are here to watch a movie?"

Han Yuemin asked while washing his hands.

Fangyan put soap on his hands and said, "Yeah."

"Don't leave now that you've washed. I just happened to have some roasted sweet potatoes here. I'll get some for you." Han Yuemin said with a smile.

In dialect, he said, "Brother Han, do you want to give this sweet potato to my sister?"

Han Yuemin was startled, looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no one else around: "Yanzi, don't talk nonsense."

"You dare to say that in front of my sister?"

Fangyan deliberately yelled to the outside: "Sister! Sister!"

"Don't shout! Don't shout! Don't really call your sister over!"

Han Yuemin was so scared that he kept looking towards the door.

Fang Yan looked at the man in front of him and immediately remembered how he was afraid of Fang Hong's "Laozi Shudaoshan" in his previous life. It turned out that at such a young age, his brother-in-law was already dominated by his wife. He couldn't help but shake his head.

"So you admit it?"

"Hey, Yanzi, how did you figure that out..."

"Your thoughts are written all over your face. I'm not blind."

Fang Yan said: "Tell me the truth, you like my sister, right?"

"I-I like it."

Hearing such a straightforward question, Han Yuemin's face turned red.

"How long have you liked my sister?"

Fangyan stared into his eyes seriously.

Han Yuemin pursed his lips and said, "Eight, eight years."

Fang Yan was so happy in his heart, but he pretended to be serious on the surface: "Eight years! My sister was only in junior high school at that time, and you liked her?"

"Well, I really like your sister!"

Han Yuemin gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously.

"Really like it? If you really like it, why don't you take any action?"

"I also want to take action, but your sister has always treated me as a friend. When I was young, I didn't dare to say it. When I was older and wanted to confess to your sister, I either couldn't find the opportunity or your sister was a little hesitant. How can I describe our relationship to you?"

"More than friends, but not yet ready for marriage."

"Yes! That's it!"

Han Yuemin sighed: "After all, he is a great writer, he is cultured. Your sister and I can't go any further. Sometimes, I would wonder if she dislikes me because I am a boiler operator."

"What a mess, my dad, you know!"

Fangyan explained: "My father was also a boiler operator, but he died in a boiler explosion, so our whole family, including my sister, has complicated feelings about everything related to boilers."

"So this is ah."

Han Yuemin suddenly realized.

"you do not say."

Of course he couldn't speak in dialect. These were all told to Han Yuemin by Fang Hong in her previous life, and then Han Yuemin told him when they were drinking.

"But it's too late to say anything. Your sister and Lu Dacheng..."

Han Yuemin showed an expression of regret on his face.

"What are you thinking! My sister has nothing to do with him."

"Didn't Lu Dacheng ask his aunt to come to your house?"

"No, my mother doesn't agree, and I don't agree."

Fang Yan smiled and said, "The key is that my sister doesn't agree."

"what?!"

Han Yuemin stood there in a daze.

"Do you understand? My sister is not the kind of person who dislikes you for being a boiler man." Fang Yanyu said seriously, "So, Brother Han, you have to stand up again!"

Han Yuemin was silent for a while, and suddenly mustered up the courage to ask: "Yanzi, what do you think of me being your brother-in-law?"

"It's no use asking me, you have to ask my sister."

Just as Fang Yan finished saying this, Fang Hong's urging voice came from outside the door: "Why are you washing your hands so slowly?"

"Sister, Brother Han gave it to us."

Fangyan holds a steaming sweet potato in his hand.

"How could you just take his things?"

Fang Hong said sadly, "This is someone else's dinner."

"I forced it on Yanzi."

Han Yuemin stared at Fang Hong.

"This will never happen again!"

Fang Hong turned her head away, grabbed a handful of fruit candies that she had prepared for Fang Yan from her pocket, and stuffed them into his hand: "Yanzi, let's go!"

"Come on."

Fang Yan blinked his right eye at Han Yuemin with a smile on his face.

In my previous life, I was not reborn, and my sister married Lu Dacheng.

I was reborn in this life, and my sister married Lu Dacheng?
Then my death would have been in vain!

　Thank you Tianxia Zongheng for giving me my 100 Qidian coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)