1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 3 Yenching!Yanjing!

The slow green leather car was gliding on the rails, and Lin Weimin looked out of the car window.

Yanjing in the 80s did not have so many high-rise buildings in later generations, and it made people breathless at a glance.

The West Railway Station is still a relatively prosperous place around, and most of them are multi-storey buildings. From the perspective of later generations, it looks a little rustic, but it also has a down-to-earth aesthetic feeling.

"Yanjing Station is here! Yanjing Station is here! If you want to get off the train, hurry up!"

There is no need for the conductor to shout too much, there is already a long queue at the door of the carriage waiting to get off the train.

Lin Weimin carried an army green bag on his back. It was the only bag at home when he went from the city to the countryside to jump in line. It contained his change of clothes and nothing else.

However, he did not have any hands free. He carried a bag in one hand and a flower rope basket in the other. These were the bottles and cans that Huang Zonghan brought with him when he boarded the train.

As soon as he entered Beijing, he moved his family here, Lin Weimin complained in his heart.

He also understood that the lack of things he brought was entirely due to the material-rich soul of his later life, and he could just spend money on what he needed.

And for those like Huang Zonghan who came from hard times, they can save every point.

After a while of rubbing shoulders with the people who got into the car, they finally squeezed out of the car.

Huang Zonghan walked in front, his hands clasped the luggage roll, and he almost couldn't see the road ahead.

"Brother Huang, slow down and watch your way." Lin Weimin reminded.

"It's okay, I can see it."

Huang Zonghan said cheerfully that he finally arrived in Yanjing, and he couldn't help jumping up for joy.

Lin Weimin shook his head.

Yanjing!Yanjing!

Whether it is now or in future generations, you always have this magical power that makes people happy and worrying!
In early spring, the pagoda trees on both sides of the street have already sprouted buds, and the catkins floating from nowhere are still as disturbing as the later generations.

"Comrade, I would like to ask you, how can I get to School D of the Chaoyang District Committee?"

Huang Zonghan walked in the front and made a point of asking. He has a steady temperament. Even though the literature workshop had told them the address and the way to take the bus, he still couldn't help asking.

I asked School D of the Chaoyang District Party Committee whether they knew about it, and after a long time, it suddenly dawned on me that the Beijing film was about the neighborhood of Zuojiazhuang outside Dongzhimen.

"That's right, that's the terminal of bus No. 18." Huang Zonghan said to Lin Weimin after getting an affirmative answer.

The two wandered around on the bus for an hour with big and small bags in their arms, and the bus finally arrived at the end.

The Institute of Literature, established in 1950, was initially named "National Institute of Literature", and later approved by the Ministry of Culture to be established, and renamed "Central Institute of Literature".

In 1957, affected by force majeure, the Institute of Literature was closed.

In January 1980, the literature workshop resumed its organizational system.

According to the timeline, in 1984, the Institute of Literature was officially renamed the National Academy of Letters, and it has been used until later generations.

现在是1980年3月29日，距离文学讲习所恢复建制不过两个多月时间，文学研究所第五期（小说创作班）即将在4月1日开学，学员人数34人。

Lin Weimin was one of the 34 students. He didn't know how many of the other 33 students really loved literature. Anyway, he devoted himself to writing novels and came to study purely to improve his living conditions.

So after getting out of the car, his eyes immediately began to scan the surrounding environment.

There is a post office next to the terminus of the No. 18 bus, and a grocery store facing the street opposite. There is a cotton curtain hanging on the door, which is similar to Lin Weimin's unwashed mattress in the countryside for almost two years.

After walking for another two or three minutes, I finally saw the sign of School D of the Chaoyang District Committee.

At this time, the Institute of Literature was a shabby household, without even a school building of its own, and temporarily borrowed the house of School D of the Chaoyang District Committee.

A table was set up at the gate of D school, and behind the table was written "Warmly welcome the fifth batch of students of the Institute of Literature" written in black and red on the table.

Huang Zonghan took out half of his face from the luggage roll, and said to the old comrade sitting behind the table: "Hello, we are here to report to the Literature Institute."

The old comrade had a clear face, smiled kindly, and asked, "What's your name?"

The accent of the old comrade should be from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but it does not sound difficult.

"My name is Huang Zonghan."

"Lin Weimin!"

The old comrade glanced at the roster, "Prove it to me."

The two began to rummage through the bags. Lin Weimin searched quickly, while Huang Zonghan searched over and over for a long time, finally finding it.

After checking the information, the old comrade asked the two to wait for a while.

After a few minutes, a young man came over from not far away, "I'm really sorry, Teacher Jin, for wasting your time."

The old comrade smiled, "It's okay, school hasn't started yet, I'm busy."

"By the way, Xiaojing..." He pointed to Lin Weimin and said, "These two students are here to report, and the information is correct. You are alone here. I will lead them to arrange the dormitory."

"That's really a big thank you."

"You're welcome."

The old comrade known as Mr. Jin waved to Lin Weimin and Huang Zonghan, "Come with me."

Teacher Jin walked in front with his hands behind his back, and the two followed Teacher Jin's pace.

Lin Weimin heard the young man call him Mr. Jin just now, and thought that this must be the teacher of the institute, and there is nothing wrong with building a good relationship.

He leaned forward and asked, "Teacher, what's your name?"

"Didn't you hear that just now? Just call me Teacher Jin."

"Hello, Teacher Jin!" Lin Weimin scrambled along the pole and called out crisply.

Teacher Jin turned his head and looked at him amusedly. He was keenly aware of the unstable factors in Lin Weimin's character.

"Teacher Jin, are there many students here?"

"It's okay, more than 20 people have come one after another, and they have a total of 34 people this time." He looked at Lin Weimin and asked, "Your name is Lin Weimin, right? You wrote "A Penny Matter" of?"

"I wrote it, teacher, do you know me?"

Teacher Jin nodded with a smile, "You students are all recommended by major literary magazines and publications. We teachers have read your masterpieces, and the novels are well written."

"Thank you, teacher, for your compliment. You are over-rewarded. I have to keep working hard."

Teacher Jin felt a little tired of listening to Lin Weimin's humble speech. It was obviously a good word, but why did it get more and more wrong the more it came out of this kid's mouth?

"Teacher, my name is Huang Zonghan." The silent man next to him suddenly said.

Teacher Jin immediately understood, "Oh, I've seen "Gao Jie's Green Pine", it's very good!"

Lin Weimin pouted.

Huh~ Elementary school student?It's all about comparison.

"Hey, here we are, this house is our territory."

Teacher Jin pointed to a row of bungalows in the courtyard. The houses in the courtyard are all connected in this way, separated by verandahs and hanging flower doors in the middle.

(End of this chapter)