1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 31

Lin Weimin had passed CET-[-] in college before crossing over. As for Nihongyu, the teachers who spread love and peace with him were more or less influenced by him.

His level collided with little black Yoko, which belonged to the old lady screwing the screw cap--the eyes are right.

The exchange between the two of them stuttering and gesticulating on the spot was so smooth that even translation was useless.

When Lin Weimin hooked up with the girl, Liu Shuhua poked Huang Anyi next door with his finger.

"An Yi, look, look, Lin Weimin is a playboy!"

Huang Anyi looked over, with a bit of displeasure instinctively showing on her face, but she immediately covered it up, "I just want to chat."

Liu Shuhua glanced at her mockingly, but didn't speak again.

After dealing with Liu Shuhua, Huang Anyi looked at Lin Weimin again with complicated eyes.

At the same time, a question arose in his heart, Lin Weimin can speak foreign languages?

Huang Anyi's family was very prosperous when she was a child, and her mother even hired an English tutor for her. It's a pity that after so many years, she has already returned all her knowledge to the teacher.

"Hahaha, is it true or not? Mr. Lin, you are really humorous." Little Black Yoko was made to tremble by Lin Weimin's cold joke.

"Of course I was joking, how can there be so many strange things!"

"What, I thought it was true!" Xiao Hei Yangzi's tone was a little naive, and those who didn't know thought she had known Lin Weimin for a long time.

While the two were chatting enthusiastically, foreign students came up to speak on the stage from time to time, mainly talking about the situation in their country and their feelings after coming to China, which is to broaden everyone's horizons and horizons.

There were also a few people at the Institute of Literature who were asked by the teacher to prepare manuscripts. Lin Weimin was not among them, so he was naturally relaxed and chatted endlessly with this cute girl, little black Yoko.

He finally stopped chatting with Little Black Yoko, and Qu Xiaowei leaned over, "Wei Min, do you know foreign languages?"

Lin Weimin waved his hand with a low-key expression, "Hey, they are all self-taught."

Qu Xiaowei looked at his embarrassing appearance and wanted to spit on him, but he still held back.

"How do you learn foreign languages? Teach me too?"

"Do you want to learn?"

"Yeah." Qu Xiaowei nodded again and again, looking eager.

"I learned it so I can pretend to be compared to your Jinling pen pal, right?" Lin Weimin broke Qu Xiaowei's mind with a single word.

He laughed and said, "No conflict, no conflict."

"Pay the tuition first."

"tuition fee?"

Lin Weimin stared, "You still want to whore for nothing?"

Qu Xiaowei looked embarrassed, Lin Weimin had always used words so violently, "What is white whoring? This is so ugly. Between classmates..."

"Stop doing this, there is no such thing as a free lunch."

Qu Xiaowei couldn't help cursing inwardly: This black-hearted thing!

Seeing that Qu Xiaowei stopped talking, Lin Weimin turned his head and chatted with the international students in the back row.

"Yo, don't knead!"

The buddy in the back just came to the stage to share his experience, Lin Weimin didn't listen to him, knowing that this kid is from the United States.

His free and unrestrained style immediately aroused the favor of the American buddies. After a few pleasantries, Lin Weimin knew that this was Keith McMahon, and he even gave himself a Chinese name, Ma Kemeng.

"Follow me and read, awesome!"

"Flow~disadvantage?"

"No, it's awesome!"

"Awesome!"

"That's right!"

Seeing Lin Weimin solemnly teaching the American young man about the quintessence of Chinese culture, many people around him felt a bit broken.

This damn exchange dialogue will be like this?
"Dangdangdang!"

Lin Weimin heard the sound of knocking on the table, and turned his head to see that Teacher Tang Yuqiu was staring at him. He immediately shrank his head guiltily and showed a flattering smile.

"So love to talk, go to the podium to talk."

Lin Weimin quickly waved his hands, "Teacher Tang, I won't go up, I'm not ready."

"What else do you need to prepare? With your eloquence, isn't it a talent to prepare a manuscript?" Tang Yuqiu said in a strange way.

Ugh!
Lin Weimin sighed, and muttered, "Isn't it just a friendly exchange with foreign friends?"

Tang Yuqiu glared at him, and reprimanded in a low voice: "You call this friendly communication? If you say it too small, it's not civilized, but if you say it too big, it's detrimental to the country's dignity, and it's easy to cause diplomatic incidents."

Lin Weimin came onto the stage with his head drooping. Looking at the dozens of heads below, he deeply felt that what these people shared just now was like plain boiled water. Brother Wang will give you something for fun.

"I'm very glad to meet all of you international friends. Let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Weimin. Today is an exchange and dialogue meeting between domestic writers and foreign students. Those of us who write serious literature, I think almost everyone have not seen.

It happened that some time ago I thought of a little story myself, it was a little reasoning story, and I will share it with you here. "

When Lin Weimin said this, he paused. All he spoke was Chinese. Not many foreign students present could communicate in Chinese fluently, so they had to rely on translators.

After the translator expressed his meaning, everyone present showed curiosity, not only the international students, but also the students of the Institute of Literature and Literature. Everyone was looking forward to what kind of story Lin Weimin would tell.

Seeing that everyone was concentrating on himself, Lin Weimin took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Harlan Slobby is a novelist. By writing mystery novels, he became a rare rich man in the literary world. Today is his 85th birthday..."

Lin Weimin's language and narration are very concise. Following his description, everyone in the classroom gradually became immersed in the story he wove.

This lecture lasted for more than half an hour, until Lin Weimin stopped, pursed his lips, his mouth was dry, but fortunately, the interpreter next to him was very discerning and handed him a glass of water.

Lin Weimin took a sip of tea, "Okay, I will share this little story with you here, thank you!"

After he finished speaking, he simply stepped down.

"Wait, this gentleman..."

Among the people who just woke up from the story described by Lin Weimin, several international students from Omi countries hurriedly spoke up, and the translator called out to stop Lin Weimin.

"What else?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Your story is fantastic, is this a published novel?" Sebastian from the Federal Republic of Germany asked.

"You should have heard it just now. This is just a short story I just came up with recently, and I haven't written it yet." Lin Weimin replied lightly.

"Wow, it's really great!" The American guy beside him, Ma Kemeng, was completely impressed by Lin Weimin's demeanor and clapped his hands frantically.

The way this old man greeted him just now made him mistakenly think that this is a Chinese hippie, but he did not expect him to be such an outstanding novelist.

"Dude, you should write this novel, it's going to be popular."

Mark Meng's words won the unanimous approval of many overseas students. Speculative novels, a type of literature, currently have very few audiences in China, but they already have a huge audience abroad.

This is also the reason why Lin Weimin thought of telling a reasoning story when he took the stage just now.

(End of this chapter)