1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 5 Great Writer
Lin Weimin felt insulted.

I treat you like a big brother, but you want to be my father?
We are all revolutionary comrades, isn’t it bullying to talk about seniority?

Besides, when you are my father, where do you put the teachers?

Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors!
Jiao Yundian was stunned as Xiaozui baba babbled the vernacular, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

"Hmm... what Weimin said makes sense, then... that..." He was forced to surrender.

Huang Zonghan said: "We are all classmates, why do you care about names?"

"That's right!" Lin Weimin immediately reconsidered, "Why do you always worry about so many details? Go for a walk, eat, eat, eat is a big deal!"

He dragged a few people away, but they couldn't tell the difference, they just felt that this kid was rebellious and didn't look like a son of man.

When I went out, I met Xiao Lin, who was leading a young woman with a handsome face to the dormitory.

"Hello, teachers!" Xiao Lin said hello to them.

"Mr. Xiao Lin, is there a new classmate?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

"Yes, this is Huang Anyi from Shanghai." Xiao Lin introduced the woman behind him.

Lin Weimin's eyes suddenly brightened. He had heard of this name before, so he must be a great writer.

"Student Huang, hello, hello, I will be a classmate from now on. My name is Lin Weimin, you can call me Weimin." Lin Weimin will definitely not call himself Xiaolin, the same name is fine, the most important thing is that he is a generation lower, which is too disadvantageous , not his style.

Several people present did not see clearly how Lin Weimin shook Huang Anyi's hand.

His enthusiasm made the woman's face blush, and she wanted to withdraw her hand without any trace, but she couldn't do so all of a sudden, she could only bite the bullet and squeeze out a smile.

"Hello, Comrade Weimin."

"Eh!"

Lin Weimin responded, and finally let go, Huang Anyi was visibly relieved.

"Then what..."

Lin Weimin also wanted to give full play to his enthusiasm and help classmate Wang arrange the dormitory, but he glanced at Xiao Lin next to him and felt that he still could not deprive him of his tool-man attributes.

"Several of you say hello to classmate Huang?"

Lin Weimin seemed to be leading the big brother to direct the horses. The three standing behind him were more uncomfortable than eating shit.

It's not that the three of them don't want to say hello, it's because Lin Weimin is too fast and reacts too enthusiastically, it's too late!
"Hello, Mr. Huang!"

"Hello, An Yi!"

Huang Anyi hurriedly bowed, "Hello, teachers."

Unlike Lin Weimin, who looked like a melon egg, Jiao Yundian and the others had dimples on their faces, and they were all in their fifties, so Huang Anyi naturally didn't dare to neglect.

Lin Weimin looked at the scene in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.

This team is well-led, and the hearts of the people are available!
"That's it, that's it. Teacher Xiao Lin, take classmate An Yi to work first, and we will talk later."

Lin Weimin walked in front, and three men in their 50s and [-]s behind him looked at this kid dumbfounded.

This kid really deserves to be beaten the more he looks at it!
"If my son dares to talk to me like that, he must be killed!" Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao sneaked behind and bit their ears.

Jiao Yundian nodded silently at the side.

After the few people left, Huang Anyi's face returned to normal, staring at Lin Weimin's back in a daze.

"Mr. Huang, let's go."

"Oh, good!" Huang Anyi responded, and quickly followed Xiao Lin's pace.

Several people walked to the gate of D school. Xiao Jing, who was in charge of welcoming new students, saw several people and asked them what they were doing. Lin Weimin said they were going to eat.

Xiaojing said that there is a cafeteria in the building where they live, which is shared with D school.

Lin Weimin said that everyone wanted to go out for a meal. Xiao Lin glanced at the watch on his wrist, "It's past four o'clock, and the No. 18 bus will run out at six o'clock."

"what!"

Huang Zonghan let out a sigh of regret, "The time is too late, or we should wait for a rest before going out."

D school is a bit out of the way, there is only one bus No. 18, it is very inconvenient to go out without the bus.

"The cafeteria will open at 05:30." Xiao Jing reminded.

"Then let's eat in the cafeteria, and treat it as meeting a new classmate." Guo Yudao said a rare word.

"It can only be this way."

Several people returned the same way, and there was still nearly an hour before eating. Lin Weimin suggested to go to another dormitory, which was unanimously approved by everyone.

They have a total of 34 students in this period. There are men and women. There are more men than women. There is only one dormitory for girls, and there are seven dormitories for boys.

There are still two days before the start of school, most of the students have come, except for one dormitory that is empty, the rest of the dormitories are all occupied.

A few people walked around, and he became acquainted with most of the classmates.

Jia Dashan, a taciturn man from northern Hebei, Qu Xiaowei, a native of Yanjing, Ni Zhanheng, a military writer, Huang Shimei, who came from Jichun like Huang Zonghan, and Huang Xiaoying, a girl who is still in college...

More than 20 students come from all corners of the country, and their industries are also varied, and they are generally decent.

There are very few people like Lin Weimin who have no parents and are still jumping in the queue in the countryside.

After walking such a long circle, this kid should be the youngest writer in this training class.Everyone heard about Lin Weimin's situation, and their hearts were filled with embarrassment.

"Oh, it's not easy for Weimin!" Guo Yudao sighed rarely.

Several of them are in their 50s and [-]s. Looking at Lin Weimin is like looking at their own children. How can such an experience not make people feel distressed?

When everyone was busy lamenting Lin Weimin's youthful promise and poor life experience, he was also busy counting the stars.

"Gu Hua, you know, "Furong Town". Huang Anyi, "Song of Everlasting Sorrow". Jin Ying, "The Bathing Girl". Later, she became the leader of the literary and art circle."

There are more than 30 students in this period, and it seems that these three are the only ones whose names and works can be counted.Among the rest, there are quite a few who are familiar with their works, such as Tang Kangmei, Jia Dashan, and An Shishan.

It looks inconspicuous, but compared with the proportion of graduates from major performing schools in later generations, it is already very high.

After hanging around the dormitory for a while, seeing that the time was approaching 05:30, Lin Weimin shouted at the top of his voice, "Brothers and sisters, it's time for dinner, let's cook!"

The students in the dormitory showed their heads one after another.

Tang Kangmei is the oldest female classmate, she is 30 years old this year, and Lin Weimin only found out during the chat just now that she also joined the team in Longjiang Province before.

She joked: "The word 'dry' for the people is well used, and it has an indomitable momentum."

"That's right! We cooks must have this kind of momentum. Only when we are full can we have the energy to do the revolutionary work well!" Lin Weimin replied with a smile.

Everyone who came out of the dormitory laughed loudly. Eating is eating. This is the first time they have heard the term "cooked rice". They only think it is very fresh, and the description is extremely vivid, which can create images in people's minds in an instant.

The big guy, more than 20 people, talked and laughed and walked towards the cafeteria.

Huang Anyi fell behind, she was still chewing on Lin Weimin's words "cooked food", she just felt that the use of these two words was really delicate, if she didn't have a solid writing skills, she would definitely not be able to say such witty words.

She once again left a deep impression on Lin Weimin in her heart. When she was chatting with each other in the dormitory just now, she mentioned that the novel he wrote seemed to be called "A Thing About a Penny", and she must read it if she had the chance.

(End of this chapter)