1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 40 Beidaihe

The trip to Beidaihe, which the class had been looking forward to for several days, finally took place. All the people in the Institute of Literature and Literature were dispatched, and no one was left behind.

The day before departure, Jia Dashan told Teacher Tang that he did not want to go to Beidaihe.

"Why don't you want to take such a good opportunity?"

"While you are all gone and the dormitory is empty, I will bring my wife and children to Yanjing to play for a few days."

After listening to his words, Teacher Tang didn't persuade him any more.

The classmates in the class were all discussing in private, even though Jia Dashan usually does not show his beauty, he has a beautiful person in his belly.

Departure to Beidaihe, train plus bus, depart in the morning and arrive in the afternoon.

The sea was a few hundred meters away from the hostel where they lived. Everyone became excited and ran to the sea without putting down their things, and then was called back by Gu Jianzhi.

Gu Jianzhi briefly explained to everyone at the meeting, mainly to let everyone have a good rest, have fun, and pay attention to safety. In addition, he should also take this opportunity to promote mutual understanding and break the circle of regions and ages.

After the meeting, we all have dinner first.

The food in the cafeteria of the guest house is much better than that in the hostel, and there are also a lot of seafood, which is very rare in the literary research institute.Transportation and logistics are underdeveloped these days, and many students from the Midwest have never eaten seafood a few times in their lives. This meal of seafood alone makes everyone feel that it is worthwhile to come to Beidaihe this time.

Early the next morning, when Lin Weimin was sleeping dimly, he heard someone get up in the room. Huang Zonghan called him, but he ignored him and continued to sleep. When he woke up, he found that the dormitory he lived in, including the surrounding dormitories, was already empty.

After asking, I found out that everyone ran to watch the sunrise.

For most people who do not live in seaside cities, the sunrise by the sea really needs to be seen once.

After breakfast in the cafeteria, Lin Weimin went out wearing a tank top, big pants and slippers on his lower body.

The guest house is very close to the seaside, and the sun has already risen high at seven o'clock in the morning.

Looking around, the sky is blue, the sea is green, the eyes are wide open, and the heart is heroic.

After walking for a few minutes, he arrived at the seaside, and saw that many of the students from the Institute of Literature and Culture were soaking in the seaside water. Many of them couldn't swim, but since they came to the seaside, it felt like nothing if they didn't go into the water. Come here, just experience the experience like this.

The sandy beaches of Beidaihe should be regarded as the best batch among the northern beaches. The sand grains are very fine, silky and even.

"Thinking back five years ago, how dare you imagine the days like this!" Jiao Yundian lay on the beach, basking in the sun, and said with emotion.

"The future will be a good time!" said Guo Yudao next to him.

Lin Weimin didn't go into the water either, and found a clean beach to lie down next to a few classmates who were basking in the sun.

After the low tide in the morning, many shells, starfish, and flower stones were left on the beach.

After several female students in the class came up from the sea, they picked up these things along the beach.

Since they came up, the atmosphere on the beach has become a little delicate.

The swimsuits worn by the few people were very conservative, with very little exposed, but it still made many male students a little embarrassed.

After a few minutes, everyone gradually got used to it, sitting or lying on the beach and chatting.

The sun slowly rose, the sea surface began to turn golden yellow, and the outside gradually heated up.

It was almost noon when I went back to the guest house for dinner. After a nap, Lin Weimin didn't want to go out and continued writing in the room of the guest house. The plot of "The Cliff" has progressed to the middle and late stages.

At night, Lin Weimin heard the commotion in the room next to him, walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Shixu said: "Aibel received a call from their hometown just now, saying that his wife gave birth to a fat boy for him!"

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "It's a great event, congratulations!"

Abel showed a shy smile, "I'll treat everyone to dinner tonight!"

The students were jubilant.

Seeing that it was time for dinner, Abel walked out in a hurry. Everyone went to the street and found a western restaurant - Qishilin after searching.

Abel was a real hearted person, and he wanted to go in without even thinking about it, but was quickly stopped by the big guy.

According to the standards of this era, just from the facade, the decoration of Qishilin is already very luxurious, and the price is definitely not cheap.

There are more than 30 people in the class, and Abel must be bankrupted.

So everyone went into a state-run restaurant next door, but Abel still didn't give up. Taking advantage of the big guys not paying attention, he went into Shilin and bought some sundaes for everyone as dessert. Finally, the sundaes were given away. Gave it to a few girls in the class.

For today's meal, Abel bleeds heavily and spent more than a month's salary.

Just like Qu Xiaowei's treat last time, everyone gave him the money afterwards.

This time the reason is easier to find, it is as a gift for the child.

Life in Beidaihe is carefree, everyone does not need to go to class, and the leaders and teachers in the institute rarely have a rest. Except for life problems, no one cares about everyone, and the students in the class are always in small groups every day It appears in the seaside and streets of Beidaihe.

In such a relaxed atmosphere, Lin Weimin's first novel was finally completed.

Hearing the news, his manuscript immediately aroused the frantic snapping up of his classmates.

For nothing else, everyone is just curious about how he will write one thing twice, which is refreshing.

A week passed in a hurry, and the Beidaihe vacation trip ended.

Back in the compound of School D of the Chaoyang District Party Committee, the summer vacation is about to usher, and the students feel somewhat dispirited.

Lin Weimin's manuscript was circulated in the class for a few days, and everyone finally read it.

At the same time, several people in the class have completed this special writing, but they are mainly short and medium stories.

It took Lin Weimin such a one-month effort to write a 20-word novel, which is a bit of an exaggeration. I don’t know who started it first.

Lin Weimin attributed this matter to Huang Zonghan, he still remembered the first time he heard this name from this old boy.

"I'm wronged! Really, I'm so wronged! I said it once in the dormitory. Besides, Weimin, you can't understand this, everyone is obviously praising you!"

Lin Weimin thinks about it too. Nowadays, the word "quick shooter" has no special meaning.

On the fourth day after returning from Beidaihe, the institute was going to have a holiday. The holiday lasted for one month, and most of the students in the class chose to go home.

We have studied and lived together for four months, and we are going to part soon, so naturally we have to say goodbye.

While everyone was saying goodbye, Lin Weimin found a few classmates who had finished their works, and asked for their manuscripts. It was so mysterious that no one asked what they wanted to do.

"We'll talk about it when you come back."

With doubts, the students left the Literature Research Institute one by one.

Lin Weimin didn't intend to leave, and he had nowhere to go.

I made an application with Teacher Tang Yuqiu, and he is still living in the dormitory during the holiday.

On the second day after the holiday, Lin Weimin had a late sleep and didn't get up until after nine o'clock.

After dawdling about washing up, he waited for lunch in the cafeteria. After eating lunch, he took a pack of manuscripts and left School D.

(End of this chapter)