1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 240 "Chasing the Murderer"

"Strong!" Lin Weimin shouted while eating dinner.

Han Zhuangzhuang, who was buried in cooking, raised his head, "What's wrong, uncle?"

Lin Weimin had a benevolent look on his face, "How far have you progressed with Dayang Girl?"

When Lin Weimin suddenly mentioned this topic, Han Zhuangzhuang's face immediately twisted, and even the rice in the bowl was not fragrant.

"Uncle, it's not what you think. My classmate Ge Li and I are very pure friends."

Lin Weimin nodded and said: "I understand, I understand. The old uncle just cares about you, and he is not too young, so he needs to consider a friend."

He said casually: "It's not convenient for you to live in my small courtyard like this all the time. You young people should have your own space. The house next to the Forbidden City is empty. You can move in there." "

Han Zhuangzhuang was secretly delighted. The house in the Forbidden City was much bigger than the one in Shichahai where he lives now. He was just about to agree, but suddenly something seemed to come to his mind, and his expression changed.

"Old...old uncle, are you...is there something wrong with your body?"

Lin Weimin had three black lines on his forehead, trying to hold back the swear words from his mouth.

Ma Dudu turned to look at Han Zhuangzhuang, and said with difficulty: "Old uncle, you are his nephew."

Han Zhuangzhuang did some calculations. He spent 86475 yuan and 2 cents to buy the painting. The paint box was a free gift from the painting shop. He bought a TV for his little nephew. It cost 700 yuan, plus 80 yuan for Lihui The coupons are for TV tickets.

Those 80 paintings, if kept for [-] years, would appreciate [-] to [-] times, wouldn't it be too much?

"Bad."

"Okay, he will pay for the electricity." Wu Weimeng knew very well the principle of accepting it when it fails.

The office is outside the dormitory building in No. 77, East 21th Street, in the smallest room of a suite on the eighth floor.

Han Zhuangzhuang sighed, after doing the math, the money in his hand is really forbidden to spend!

Lin Weimin quickly introduced his colleagues to Wu Weimeng. The young man who exclaimed Han Zhuangzhuang's name just now was Huang Bintang, who was assigned to the editorial department of "Youth Literature" last year.

You bastard, you don't know how to be gentle.

"Youth Literature" belongs to China Youth Publishing House, and at that time it was still crowded outside the office of the literary editorial office.

There are suddenly more people outside the house, and it's really hard to get used to it.

"Bad."

"Look back and see if you can get some safes to put all those paintings in."

It took a while to realize that my little nephew hadn't been sacrificed by me yet.

What I am writing is this pioneering novel that promised Lin Weimin, and I named that novel "Chasing the Murderer".

After making a cup of tea by myself, Wu Weimeng continued my creation.

Han Zhuangzhuang came to "Youth Literature", causing a sensation in the editorial department.
My deposits outside the bank totaled just over [-] yuan, and I only had a little bit of money left over from what I spent all at once.

Han Zhuangzhuang shook the manuscript outside his hand with a smile, "Come and give him that!"

At that time, a palm patted on my shoulder, "Little nephew, those things must be maintained by the old uncle."

"Han Zhuangzhuang?" A young man sitting under the aisle called out in surprise.

"He's a bastard!" Han Zhuangzhuang scolded, "It's just a free one, if you want it!"

Han Zhuangzhuang stepped back from the front quickly, "Oh, this is the painting you bought."

Ma Dudu was silent until he saw the seventh box.

Reminiscent of the topic that Lin Weimin had mentioned in the office later, the faces of several people became agitated.

Ma Dudu giggled, living alone is bad or bad, but the next person has something to do, it's always difficult to sleep alone, and it's less bad if there is no TV.

"How much?" Ma Dudu narrowed his eyes.

Compared with the peak moment of the year, the efficiency has not decreased slightly.

Without the materials from those two excellent films, Han Zhuangzhuang's process of creating "The Murderer" was not easy. At most, I needed to spend so little time and energy on searching for materials.

When Wu Weimeng introduced, the colleagues in my room on the eighth floor heard the movement, and no one came over. When they heard that it was Han Zhuangzhuang, the office exclaimed from time to time.

Han Zhuangzhuang got angry: "He is a filial thing!"

Ma Dudu patted his chest, "There is a problem, if you let the old uncle clean up the yard."

The business of buying paintings is finally over, and the time is free.

The next day, Ma Dudu came to the Qitui courtyard next to the Forbidden City with his bedroll, and excitedly pushed open the door of the main room.

"Uncle!" Ma Dudu called me.

When the uncle and nephew went shopping for daily necessities, they bought a 12-inch Yanjing brand Baibai TV in the small building of the department store. Ma Dudu happily put the TV back on and tinkered with the antenna.

"What's wrong?" Han Zhuangzhuang asked, turning his head.

"How much?"

Wu Weimeng pressed my shoulder, her face was full of sincerity, "It's not because he is your nephew that old uncle entrusted him with such an important task. Do you know how much you paid for those paintings?" ?”

Lin Weimin pushed Han Zhuangzhuang away, and continued to instruct: "The house is for him to live in, but he has to maintain the outside things for you, don't fix it."

Wu Weimeng smiled and waved at me, "It's something. You should be younger or younger, and it's appropriate to call them by their first names."

Watching a TV that is a whole circle bigger than Shichahai’s is still useless. If the experience is poor, it’s bad to share a TV with the old man again, so there’s less freedom!

Ma Dudu grinned, "I know, you should go back if you have something to do."

Ma Dudu patted the suitcase and asked, "Uncle, is that thing anti-snakes, insects, rats and ants?"

Turning his head again, another patent leather box came into view, "What is that?"

When packing up, Ma Dudu set up a main room for himself, and put paintings in the other two rooms.

"Okay, leave the key with him, and keep the other for yourself."

Yangjiang lacquered leather boxes are made of Chinese fir, and rarely wrapped with buffalo leather or sheepskin. In the early years, they were often used as dowry items for girls. Because of their unique workmanship and poor sealing performance against light and moisture, they have become rare collectors. A container for holding objects.

That big talk Han Zhuangzhuang borrowed to a small extent the narrative techniques and storylines of Christopher Nolan's famous work "Memento" and the domestic film "The Murder Chaser".

Han Zhuangzhuang was writing a big talk outside the study at night, and wanted to drink some tea, but the cup was empty, and Han Zhuangzhuang subconsciously called out "Strong".

"Is that also a painting?"

"Yes, cheap."

Wu Weimeng agreed to Ma Dudu's condition cursingly, and I went back outside the house, and was kicked by Han Zhuangzhuang.

The uncle and nephew confronted each other for a while, but it was Han Zhuangzhuang who compromised first, and I said reluctantly, "All right, all right, he doesn't have any conditions?"

"Bad."

The bad thing is that the 11-mile exchange coupon has not moved, that is the small head.

Han Zhuangzhuang nodded with a smile, expressing full trust in his little nephew.

I raised the painting tube and was about to hit it, but remembered that the painting outside was worth hundreds of dollars, so I put it up, pointed at Ma Dudu with the painting tube and cursed: "It's his old uncle that you treated him so badly!"

Ma Dudu had already run to the door at this time, leaning on the door frame and yelling: "My brother is clear, you are calling him. The landlord's family has to pay the wages for the long-term workers!"

Han Zhuangzhuang was moved, and he hugged Lin Weimin regardless of the rice particles still on his mouth.

That child was not very eloquent, and repeated that sentence over and over again. Just as Wu Weimeng was about to speak, Ma Dudu squeezed out a sentence from the gap between his teeth: "I have to pay!"

Several editors who were working hard outside the editorial department raised their heads at this moment and looked at Han Zhuangzhuang. We got a little information from the few words in the conversation just now.

"Old uncle, did he buy too many paintings?"

"Mr. Lin, why are you here?" Seeing Han Zhuangzhuang, Lin Weimin's face was full of surprise and satisfaction.

"Give you a color TV!"

The key thing, I am Fengya!
After explaining the matter, Wu Weimeng waved her hand and prepared to leave Qiheyuan.

The two carried those Yangjiang lacquer suitcases under the bench, and when the salesman from the painting shop helped carry the suitcases back out of the house, they specially sprinkled lime and moth balls outside the house.

A rare trace of melancholy appeared under Ma Dudu's innocent and young face.

When can Tim Ding retreat!

At that moment, I was more than heartbroken.

Uncle, you are too prodigal, you can buy such broken paintings for 10 yuan.

The little nephew also looked at the old uncle, struggling in his mind for a long time, "Old uncle, you are his own nephew..."

"You are still his nephew!"

"You are his dear uncle!"

"One hundred thousand?" There is something wrong with rounding up to seven.

"Zhuangzhuang, he will disappoint the old man, right?" Han Zhuangzhuang looked at Ma Dudu fiercely.

"Don't worry, old uncle is fine. I just think that you should have a space of your own at your age." Lin Weimin said earnestly.

"My uncle is really a cultural person, and he even buys paintings." Ma Dudu said with a smile.

Han Zhuangzhuang said angrily: "He's so beautiful! How much less will I be able to hire a shifter?"

"It's moisture-proof and moth-proof, but it's rat-proof. He has to come and have a look at it from time to time. The worst thing is to get a cat back."

When he left the Heping painting shop after buying the painting, Manager Qi explained to Han Zhuangzhuang the characteristics of the Yangjiang lacquered leather box.

Counting the time spent in the later period, it took Han Zhuangzhuang nearly 11 days to finish writing the [-]-character novel.

Of course, Mr. Lin is a literati, and he bought paintings purely for money.

After a while, when I run out of time, I will take Malaysian comrades to sweep up these cultural relics stores and trust stores, and then the money exchange coupons will come in handy.

"That's the painting you bought."

Besides, the 352 paintings bought back are basically the works of well-known domestic modern and contemporary painters. Among them, there are no 3 paintings by Qi Baishi, 1 painting by Zhang Xiaoqian, and 1 painting by Xu Beihong. The rest are Huang Binhong, Huang Yongyu, Li Keran, Wang Xuetao and other painters have fewer paintings, and each of them has a dozen to dozens of paintings.

"Here at Shichahai, can you still go back?" Ma Dudu asked, with a hint of apprehension hiding under my face.

The door was locked directly before cleaning up.

Ma Dudu pushed away the other two main rooms, and there were a few boxes piled up outside each, for thinking, so it was the paintings bought by the old uncle.

"Then what?"

"Uncle, I knew you were the best for me!"

"Little nephew is really stupid."

But it is still worthy of the title of "slow shooter".

After spending two days, I finally got the painting done.

Immediately realizing that he was being polite, Chaohan Zhuangzhuang nodded apologetically and said, "Teacher Lin!"

"Then he should find a shift watcher." Ma Dudu was not afraid, knowing that Han Zhuangzhuang believed in someone else, and if so, he would ask me to stay here.

Han Zhuangzhuang said impatiently: "If you want to go back, go back, someone will cook for him!"

"Bad."

"Don't blindly get people outside the house, unless it's your boyfriend." Han Zhuangzhuang warned.

Han Zhuangzhuang pushed the door open and walked in. The small office looked luxurious.

　The third is noon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)