1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 685 Someone is Targeting Me
The human heart is such a delicate thing.

When Li Chengru gained power, he probably didn't want to stand shoulder to shoulder with Lin Weimin.

Now that he is down and out, Lin Weimin made some suggestions, and he immediately regarded him as a life mentor.

After seeing off Lin Weimin and Li Chengru, he won the set of "Ordinary World".

This book is so famous that even he, who is busy with business all day long, knows about it, but he has never had time to read it.

Holding the book in his hand, he gently opened the cover.

I saw a line of text written on the title page-the light boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.

There was no gift name, no signature, but Li Chengru showed a moving smile on his face. He sucked his nose, controlled the soreness of his eyes, opened the following content, and read page by page, indulging in it.

Before I knew it, the sky was already dark.

When Mother Li came home from outside, she was surprised to see her son sitting on the sofa reading a book.

Since going bankrupt, Li Chengru has been in a slump, lying on the bed all day in a daze, but today he sat up and read a book, and he seemed to be very absorbed in reading.

Mother Li was surprised and excited at the same time.

With a snap, the lights in the room were turned on.

Li Chengru pulled away from the state of concentration and looked at his mother.

"Looking with the desk lamp on makes my eyes tired." Mother Li said.

It was still dark when Li Chengru was reading a book, and then the light gradually dimmed, so he turned on the desk lamp next to the sofa.

Li Chengru put down the book and complained: "Why have you been waiting for you to eat for so long!"

"The rice is in the pot, you just eat it!"

"I want to eat fried noodles!" Li Chengru said to his mother.

The mother was not displeased with his request at all, on the contrary, there was a bit of joy on her face. The business had been bankrupt for so long, and this was the first time for the son to order something to eat.

"Hey, Mom will do it for you!"

Mother Li looked at her son with tears in her eyes, and Li Chengru also looked at her mother with a smile on her face.

He suddenly said, "Mom, I want to get my hair cut tomorrow."

"Okay, cut."

"Cut into a bald head!"

"Okay, cut your head bald!"

After finally taking a vacation, Lin Weimin has been very unrestrained for the past two days. He slept in for a whole morning, and when he woke up, he looked out at the sun at noon, and he was a little proud.

Being able to sleep late proves that you are still young.

Putting his hand on the side of the bed, he just wanted to get out of bed.

"Ouch..."

Young is young, but you have to take care of your body, so you can't do this anymore.

Teacher Lin admonished himself silently.

During lunch, Tao Huimin asked Lin Weimin what he planned to do today.

In the past two days, Teacher Tao's face was radiant, as beautiful as a peach or plum.

Teacher Lin had a bite to eat, "I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to Tiesheng's place for a stroll in the afternoon."

Since Shi's family moved to the upper floors of Jintai Road, Lin Weimin went less often.

It's not that I don't want to go, the main reason is that work is busier than before.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Shi Tiesheng shook the wheelchair and opened the door, "You can't ring the doorbell."

"I like this kind of rhythm better."

After entering the room, Cheng Ximi poured Lin Weimin a cup of tea, and asked with a smile, "Why are you free today?"

"Hey, it's vacation!"

Shi Tiesheng said, "Isn't that right? Why did I hear that he was suspended?"

Lin Weimin was surprised, "Who did you listen to?"

"People from the Cultural Association, everyone has been spreading rumors these two days, saying that you offended the officials of the official department and were suspended."

"These people are afraid that the world will not be chaotic!"

Shi Tiesheng joked: "Just tell me if there is such a thing?"

Lin Weimin: ...

"It can't be said to be offended, but the views on the same thing are somewhat different."

Shi Tiesheng gave him a look: just make it up.

Then Shi Tiesheng listened to Lin Weimin's detailed account of job transfer. After listening, he sighed: "This is a good thing that others can't ask for."

"That's true. But I really don't have any interest in this position. I really want a level. I'll make an agreement with you. How easy it is."

Shi Tiesheng nodded when he heard the words, Lin Weimin was not exaggerating.

Since quitting the Association for Literature and Art in 88, the Association for Literature and Art has communicated with Lin Weimin many times, hoping to let him return to the Association for Literature and Art. Given Lin Weimin's status and strength in the domestic literary world, he really wants to go back, and he will be promoted in a few years.

Thinking of this, Shi Tiesheng suddenly asked a question in his heart.

"Hey, you said that when you commented on the Yanbing Literary Award that year, did someone do it on purpose, so as to cut off your way back?"

Lin Weimin looked at Shi Tiesheng with playful eyes, you are an honest person, and you have learned bad things now.

"It's all in the past. Why do you think about those things. The Cultural Association has too many nonsense things. Even if you beg me, I don't want to go back." Lin Weimin said freely.

The two chatted about creation again. Shi Tiesheng has been writing essays and essays almost in the past year, while Lin Weimin hasn't written a new thing.

Shi Tiesheng lamented that after getting older, the creativity of writing novels has been greatly reduced, and on the contrary, he has a soft spot for some speculative things.

"That's why many writers start to study a certain field in their later years." Lin Weimin said.

After chatting for a while, Shi Tiesheng suddenly said: "By the way, An Yi came to Yanjing for a short stay, did you know?"

Lin Weimin was quite surprised, "I don't know, when did it happen?"

"In May, it was said that she was going to write a novel. She was writing in retreat. She didn't want others to know that she was writing in Yanjing, and she didn't contact anyone. She came to my house occasionally."

"If she doesn't tell me, how will I know! It's really hidden, isn't it for writing the novel that promised us?" Lin Weimin said.

"Then I didn't ask. She is writing in closed mode, so it's not easy for me to ask."

The two were talking when the doorbell rang.

Cheng Ximi went to open the door, and there were three people standing at the door.

It's Liu Qingbang, his wife and Huang Anyi.

"Why did you come together?" Shi Tiesheng asked in surprise.

"Wei Ping and An Yi made an appointment to see you today." Liu Qingbang said.

The Weiping he was referring to was his wife Yao Weiping.

Seeing Lin Weimin here, Liu Qingbang and his wife greeted him, while Huang Anyi nodded to Lin Weimin with a cold attitude.

Lin Weimin was used to Huang Anyi's attitude long ago, and greeted her warmly.

"Why didn't you say hello in advance when you came to Yanjing, where do you live now?"

"Xicheng, I found a flat."

"Tell me earlier, my house is full." Lin Weimin said.

Shi Tiesheng joked: "Look at the face of this landlord and rich man!"

Liu Qingbang said with a smile: "An Yi said that she wanted to find a secluded place, preferably without being disturbed by anyone. You two are acquaintances, if you live in your house, how can she retreat and write..."

It was only after listening to Liu Qingbang that Lin Weimin knew that Huang Anyi's house was found by him.

Huang Anyi lives far away from Shi Tiesheng's house, and she is not familiar with Yanjing's roads. Every time she comes to Shi's house, she is with Yao Weiping, or with their husband and wife.

Everyone sat together, talking and laughing, Lin Weimin hadn't experienced this kind of experience for a long time.

Huang Anyi always gives people a cold and arrogant feeling in front of outsiders, but she is very talkative when talking with Shi Tiesheng, and the content of the conversation is also very broad, Chinese and foreign; historical and realistic; artistic and popular...

Where do you think, where do you talk about.

The two asked each other, and the other answered. Sometimes Huang Anyi asked a question, Shi Tiesheng answered it, but she disagreed, shaking her head, saying that she thought it was wrong, and then talked about her own reasons, as if she had already searched for it specially. Arguing for a reason.

Lin Weimin muttered to Liu Qingbang, both of them thought that Huang Anyi was using Shi Tiesheng to stimulate his writing inspiration.

When it was almost evening, Huang Anyi was still chatting enthusiastically with Shi Tiesheng.

At this moment, Shi Tiesheng was obviously stumped by Huang Anyi, he put his hand on his forehead, "This, this, let me think about it."

After thinking for a while, he still couldn't think of how to answer, so he lit a cigarette in an attempt to mobilize inspiration.

Lin Weimin sniggered from the side, now Tiesheng looked more and more like Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Men, specially for people to pass the test.

While the two were chatting, everyone was already preparing dinner.

Jajang noodles.

A large basin of hand-rolled noodles that has been soaked in water is served on the table, floating in the water, which is cool.

Colorful dishes are neatly piled up on the plate, shredded cucumber, bean sprouts, radish, cabbage...

And most importantly, a large bowl of fragrant fried sauce, dried yellow sauce, fresh soybean paste, sweet sweet noodle sauce, mixed together, after the baptism of hot oil, the aroma is overflowing.

Over there, Shi Tiesheng and Huang Anyi were still chatting, but Lin Weimin picked up the bowl, "I'm not welcome!"

After speaking, he picked it up into the bowl of noodles with his chopsticks, and when he came up again, the second bowl in his hand was already full.

Add vegetables, and sauce, all in one go.

Then he squatted next to Huang Anyi, and began to eat baldly.

Huang Anyi, who was chatting happily, was disturbed by his voice, and couldn't help but frowned and looked at him, "Can you keep your voice down."

Lin Weimin puffed his cheeks and said, "Student An Yi, we have already discussed this issue when we were in the Institute of Literature and Literature. This belongs to personal freedom."

Huang Anyi gave him a blank look. When it comes to scoundrels, this man is a professional.

"Hehe, let's eat too." Shi Tiesheng said.

There is no need for a table to eat noodles with fried sauce. After serving the noodles, everyone finds a place to eat.

Huang Anyi ate noodles slowly, Lin Weimin asked: "How is your novel writing?"

"Just start writing."

"Although your initiative to enter the small black room is worthy of recognition, but I want to remind you that several of the writers who signed with you have already submitted their manuscripts."

His words immediately aroused Huang Anyi's displeasure, "You didn't say when the manuscript must be delivered."

Lin Weimin thought seriously, "This is really a loophole, plug it next time."

Huang Anyi mocked: "They're all suspended, you should worry less."

She didn't know about Lin Weimin's suspension at first, and she only found out during the chat in the afternoon.

Although she said so, after hearing the reason for Lin Weimin's suspension, she still admired it in her heart.

"Haha!" Shi Tiesheng couldn't help laughing when he heard the conversation between the two, "Weimin, how many times have you been suspended?"

"Forget, it seems to be the third time."

The few people on the side were taken aback.

Repeat offender!
"Don't look at me like that, there's a reason for this. I'm just too upright, and I'm always being targeted." Lin Weimin explained.

Everyone chewed the noodles in their mouths, and put a big question mark on Lin Weimin's words in their hearts.

"Have you been suspended three times?" Huang Anyi asked.

In her impression, Lin Weimin had been suspended before, but she really didn't expect that this was the third time.

"I repeat, this is someone targeting me."

(End of this chapter)