1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 508
After dinner, a group of people declined Lin Weimin's suggestion to send them off, and wandered the streets of Yanjing.

Jiang Zilong patted Cheng Shixu on the shoulder, and asked earnestly, "Shixu, are you forty this year?"

"41." Cheng Shixu thought Jiang Zilong was concerned about him.

"It's the age of confusion, it's time to be sensible!"

"What do you mean?" Cheng Shixu was confused.

Several classmates were watching the joke.

Jin Ying said: "It was fine just now, what are you asking An Yi for?"

Cheng Shixu was puzzled, "Didn't I see that she didn't come!"

He has already reacted now, "You guys, it's really not pure at all now."

Everyone laughed, as if they had returned to the days at the Institute of Literature.

"So many years have passed in a flash!" Huang Zonghan sighed.

Jiang Zilong and Huang Zonghan were of the same generation. He asked, "Old Huang, I remember your son was around six years ago, right?"

"Those born in 24 are all [-] years old."

"Is it time to get married?"

"I just talked about a partner, let's see the situation, who can say what about young people is right!"

"It's scary when I think about it, I'm already fifty!" Jiang Zilong said.

"You're still two years younger."

Jiang Zilong smiled and said, "Isn't that just a blink of an eye?"

"It's better for the people! I have been famous for so many years, and I count carefully, and I'm still not thirty! I'm almost as old as my son."

Hearing what Huang Zonghan said, Jin Ying couldn't help but burst out laughing, making everyone laugh inexplicably.

When she was almost laughing, she said to everyone: "When we were in the institute, Weimin always said that his dormitory was the father of the first dormitory!"

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard the words.

The ages of the students in the fifth phase of the Research Institute are very different. The oldest one, Rujiao Yundian, was fifty when he came in, while Rulin Weimin and Abel were only in their early twenties. Becoming a classmate in a class, fate is sometimes so wonderful.

In Yanjing in March, the night was very cold and frosty. Everyone walked and chatted, but they didn't feel the cold at all, and went all the way back to the guest house.

In the morning of the next day, the Shizhu Courtyard on Xi'anmen Street opened its doors early in the morning.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, Lin Weimin and Tao Huimin stood at the door in ordinary clothes.

Yu Hua was the first one to come here, and when he saw Lin Weimin, he was so excited, "Haha, Teacher Lin! Congratulations! Congratulations on the wedding!"

Those who didn't know thought he was the bridegroom, and Mo Yan followed behind him, and the calm Chaolin sent a blessing to the people.

There are few guests at this moment, Lin Weimin still has time to chat with the two, "Why did you two come so early?"

Mo Yan's small eyes seemed to have never woken up, and he said helplessly: "He woke up too early, he was in a hurry, and kept urging me."

"Mr. Lin's lifelong event, why are you not active at all?"

"Ms. Lin's lifelong event is not your lifelong event. What can you be positive about?"

Ignoring the quarrel between the two elementary school students, he blasted them into the yard.

Not a while after Yu Hua and Mo Yan entered the courtyard, the group from Haima Studio came.

Then there are colleagues from the Guowen Society.

Lin Weimin's wedding is different, there is no ceremony, neither worship high hall, nor bridal chamber, Lin Weimin and Tao Huimin stood at the door to welcome the guests, everyone had to write the ceremony book but couldn't find a place when they entered the door, only after explaining. If you dare to set up a banquet at a lover's house, you will not be charged money.

"Oh, Weimin, how embarrassed are you to embarrass us!" Meng Weizai and Lin Weimin laughed and led a few retired old men into the yard without any sincerity.

Today, all the main rooms in the courtyard were cleared up to entertain guests. Unfortunately, there were so many people that there were not enough seats.

A group of middle-aged people and young people chatted in groups of three or five in the courtyard, watching Lin Weimin and his wife greet guests at the gate of the courtyard, guessing the identity of the visitor.

Feng Xiaogang is standing under the eaves of the East Wing, beside Zhao Baogang and Li Chengru. Today, Li Chengru heard that Lin Weimin held a wedding, so he came here specially to join in the fun.

"In the past, I just heard that Mr. Wan is Teacher Lin's teacher, but today I saw him." Li Chengru said, looking around at the main room.

Zhao Baogang said: "Have you seen those old men?"

"Ok?"

"There are quite a few cadres at level 9 and level 10!"

"how do you know?"

"I heard someone greet them just now. They are all presidents and editor-in-chiefs, and the officials are not young."

While a few people were chatting, the guests were still entering the door.

Lin Weimin was a little surprised by the arrival of the Border Agency. He didn't expect the old man to come.

"Old comrades, I also came to join in the fun, for the people, congratulations!"

As soon as the border office entered the courtyard, Teng Jinxian led a middle-aged man to the gate of the courtyard.

"Take the game! This..."

"Xiao Han, Han Shanping."

Lin Weimin apologized, "I'm really sorry, there are too many people here at the moment, and I almost can't remember who is who."

"Today is your day of great joy, so you must be busy. I wish you a loving husband and wife and a happy marriage for a hundred years!" Han Shanping said.

"Thank you, thank you, please come in!"

When Zheng Guo's family came, there was an old man behind them, Lin Weimin asked in surprise, "Uncle, why are you here?"

"Your happy event, how can I, an uncle, not come to attend?" Father Zheng laughed.

The father and son of the Zheng family usually kept a low profile. Father Zheng's presence at Lin Weimin's wedding represented an attitude and proved that the two families were good friends.

"Come in! Come in!" Lin Weimin let the Zheng family into the yard.

As more and more guests came, the atmosphere in the courtyard became more and more lively. Everyone automatically divided into several small groups. The guests who came this year can be roughly divided into several categories.

One is Lin Weimin's teachers and classmates, headed by Mr. Wan, plus a group of people from the Institute of Literature, about 20 people.

Then there are colleagues from the Guowen Society, not only from the editorial department of "Contemporary", but also from other editorial offices in the society, including retired old comrades.There are more than ten people in the editorial department of "Contemporary" alone, plus the acquaintances from the agency, there are four NO.50 people.

Then there are the authors who Lin Weimin was in charge of, Yu Hua, Mo Yan, Er Yuehe, etc., there are more than ten people in total.

Finally, there is Lin Weimin's relationship in society, and this part of the guests has the most mixed composition.

There are people who are talented, so he brought six or seven people this time, all of whom are familiar with Lin Weimin.

There is Haima Studio, headed by Wang Shuo and Zheng Xiaolong, Ma Dudu, Feng Xiaogang, Zhao Baogang, Haiyan, Ge You, Liu Heng... a group of about 20 people.

The rest of the people are scattered, such as Shi Tiesheng's family, "Yanjing Youth Daily" reporter Li Xiangyang, the retired border bureau, Teng Jinxian from the Film Bureau, Chen Xiaoer, Zhou Kaiying and his wife, Liu Shuhua brothers, CCTV's Wang Feng, Ren Hao, Wu Tianming from West Film Studio, Zhang Yimou, Gong Li...

Although the guests who came today have small groups, many of them know each other.

For example, most of the authors Lin Weimin is in charge of are familiar with the editorial department of the editorial department. Many editors of the Guowen Society also know Lin Weimin’s classmates. Mo Yan, Tong Zhonggui and others also know most of the people in Haima Studio. Xiaolong has business dealings with CCTV again...

While the guests were chatting with each other, the cooks and waiters invited by Lin Weimin from Huifengtang were busy.

Everyone has been working in Huifengtang for almost half of their lives, and they have done some weddings and weddings in private, but this is the first time that the whole restaurant has come to help guests.

No way, who asked others to give more money?
In the early spring of Yanjing, there are two temperatures during the day and at night. The temperature is usually a few degrees at night, sometimes even below zero, but it is often more than ten or twenty degrees above zero during the day.

One hundred and fourteen NO.50 guests came today, and nearly twenty tables were seated, all of which were placed in the second courtyard.

It was sunny and sunny outside, and half of the tables were placed in the courtyard. Considering that some old comrades were in poor health, the other half of the tables were placed in the main room and the side room.

The chef over there prepared the dishes and they were ready to be served at any time. The manager of Huifengtang came to ask Lin Weimin for instructions.

"Don't wait, just serve the food!"

The waiters are neat and brisk, with plates in their hands and arms and they serve the dishes swiftly.

Lin Weimin stood in the middle of the courtyard and said loudly: "Today is Huimin and I's happy day, thank you all relatives and friends for coming to the humble house. I didn't plan to hold this wedding at first, but there were too many people asking about it later, so I thought about it Let's do it.

Marriage is a happy thing, we don't do those clichés, nothing else today, just treat everyone to a meal, I hope you can eat and drink well! "

The yard was only about 20 meters in size, and everyone could hear Lin Weimin's simple speech clearly. As soon as his words landed, there was a burst of warm applause in the yard, and many people even blew whistles. The scene was very lively. The old comrades who attended the wedding shook their heads and laughed.

Lin Weimin waited for everyone's applause to stop, and shouted: "Okay, move your chopsticks, if you don't eat enough today, you won't be allowed to leave!"

There was a burst of laughter in the yard, and everyone moved their chopsticks one after another.

While everyone was eating noodles, Lin Weimin and his wife toasted next to each other.

Although there is no red tape, there should be some etiquette.There are too many guests here today, and they simply say hello when they enter the door. Naturally, they need to chat a little more to show courtesy.

When everyone was eating, Li Chengru and his table were still discussing the topic just now.

"That old man with a round face is the former head of the publishing department!" Zhao Baogang heard the news from the next table and shared it with his friends at the same table.

"I also asked about those two people over there. They are the leaders of the Film Bureau." Li Chengru also said.

Sitting at the same table with the two, Ma Dudu looked at their inexperienced appearance with disdain in his heart, "Did you see that tall, thin old man?"

Several people on the table looked in the direction Ma Dudu said, and Ma Dudu said anxiously: "Restrain yourself!"

Only then did everyone turn around, "Who is that?"

"Don't you know? It's at the Shangshu level! It's from the Ministry of Education."

Hey!
Everyone glanced at the table again, and Zhao Baogang asked, "Dudu, do you know him?"

Ma Dudu shook his head, "No, I heard it when I went to the bathroom just now."

The others looked at him contemptuously, thinking how well-informed you are, you are just like us, you are all ears!

Li Chengru sighed: "Mr. Lin's wedding, let alone a dozen senior cadres?"

"What's the matter. Didn't you see that there are still so many writers, Jiang Zilong, Lu Yao, Er Yuehe, Zhang Yimou and Gong Li..."

Speaking of Zhang Yimou, two people began to gossip, "Hey, do you think there is something wrong with Zhang Yimou?"

Everyone quietly glanced at Zhang Yimou and Gong Li's table, "How did you see that? They just attended a wedding together."

"Don't the director and the actress know how to avoid suspicion?"

"It's true to hear you say that."

The content on the table gradually shifted from discussing the identity of the guests to gossip about pornography.

(End of this chapter)