1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 87 Rabbits don't eat grass on the edge of the nest

Naturally, Wang Shuo didn't know Lin Weimin's thoughts. Under the care of Lin Weimin, a caring elder brother, he made up his mind to do business in the sea.

Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei were riding on the bicycles. Seeing Wang Shuo who pedaled four or five times before finding the pedals, he walked away. Qu Xiaowei sighed: "You fooled this guy."

"Don't talk nonsense. What are you fooling around? I call it a maze."

"You can pull it down, why don't you point out the maze?"

Qu Xiaowei still remembers the scene when Lin Weimin fooled Huang Anyi in the cafeteria of the Institute of Literature and Art until now.

After a few jokes, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei bid farewell.

A few more days have passed, and it seems that the Chinese New Year is coming, and today is the last day of work for the editorial department of "Contemporary" years ago.

Everyone in the office was not in the mood to work, so they sneaked away and chatted.

"This year is so fast, it has passed in a flash." Rong Shihui sighed.

Liu Yin did not know where to get a handful of melon seeds, "It's fast enough. Thinking about this time last year, our editorial department only had seven or eight people and three or five guns..."

She read the libretto from "Shajiabang", and everyone smiled knowingly. Compared with the situation of "Contemporary" last year, this libretto is quite accurate.

Zhu Changsheng said: "Now we are different, the shotgun has been replaced by the cannon! This year is really a new year!"

As he said, "Contemporary" was revised into a bimonthly magazine, and the staff of the editorial department has been greatly expanded. There were only seven people including Meng Weizai and Qin Zhaoyang, but now the number has doubled. more than.

"Hey, is the pay cut soon? Why hasn't there been any movement?" The one who said this was Yao Shuzhi. She had an appointment with a friend to go shopping in the afternoon, and she was counting on the salary paid today.

Now it is the end of the month, and according to the custom, the salary of this month at the end of the year is paid in advance.

"Go to the finance department and ask!" Lin Weimin teased.

"I'm not going, or I will definitely be scolded by Sister Wen."

"You still know, just wait and see."

Liu Yin asked: "Hey, Weimin, how is your book selling?"

Everyone turned their attention to Lin Weimin, and they were equally curious.

"It's okay. I went to the front building the day before yesterday and said that it might be printed after the next year."

"Your boy has really become a great writer." Liu Yin smiled obviously, but Lin Weimin always felt that she was a bit eccentric.

"Don't be envious, you won't be envious."

Liu Yin rolled her eyes at him, "Virtue! What does it matter to you if you sell well?"

This sentence pierced Lin Weimin's lungs, and he was immediately speechless.

Rong Shihui said: "You can't say that. If the books sell well, it must be a good thing for the people. At least the standard for manuscript fees will definitely be raised in the future."

"Yeah, I don't know anything."

"You understand, you understand, you understand."

Liu Yin quarreled with Lin Weimin, causing the colleagues to burst into laughter.

After a while, there was movement from the financial side, and everyone hurriedly queued up to collect the money.

Today is the last day to go to work before the year, and unspoken rules have already been formed in the unit. On this day, only the financial and logistics people are busy.

When Lin Weimin was queuing to receive his salary, he noticed a few beauties, and he couldn't help looking over them eagerly.

The male colleagues in the surrounding agencies were whispering, Lin Weimin listened to it, and they were all talking about the beautiful woman in front of them.

What they talked about most was a lesbian named Na Erjin. Lin Weimin took a look according to the characteristics they said, she was indeed a beauty, with soft and outstanding features, short and medium hair, and stood out from the crowd with an aura that stood out from the crowd.

Seeing Lin Weimin staring at Na Erjin, Rong Shihui said in a low voice, "That's the daughter of Mr. Na from the Ministry of Foreign Languages. Are you excited? Do you want me to tell you something?"

Lin Weimin immediately shook his head, "It's good-looking, but you can't touch it."

"Why?" Rong Shihui was puzzled.

"Rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests."

Rong Shihui's head is full of black lines. You have principles, and you don't use them at this time. Why don't rabbits eat grass by the side of the nest?
If you don't eat this grass, there are plenty of people in the club who want to eat it.

"Her family lives in Hongxing Hutong. This girl is beautiful and has a good literary talent, and we are in the same industry. You can be regarded as a small achievement now. If I mention it to Lao Na, it might be fine. "Rong Shihui said.

Lin Weimin shook his head, "No way."

Rong Shihui was helpless, he couldn't understand what Lin Weimin was thinking.

Lin Weimin actually didn't think about it. He never thought about living among thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching his body, but he couldn't be hanged by a tree either.

If you find a partner in the work unit, what will happen to you in the future?

What's more, the two generations of the family were in the Guowen Society, and they couldn't see each other when they looked up, let alone those who looked down.

He definitely couldn't say this to Rong Shihui, but he made up his mind, it's better to pay less attention to Na Erjin.

That little one is so pretty, if he gets caught up in the color and cooks the raw rice, then his life will be ruined.

A little intolerance will cause chaos and big plans. For the sake of future happiness, you can't die before you leave the teacher.

After queuing up to receive the salary, the salary is not over yet, and there are still benefits from the unit.

In the past few years, the domestic publishing industry has been booming, to the extent that the ministries and commissions convened meetings to solve the problem of printing paper. As the big brother of the domestic publishing industry, the Guowen Society is naturally very profitable.

It was the first time for Lin Weimin, a new employee, to feel the enthusiasm of the unit. Good guy, rice, flour, grain and oil are all available, and he, a young man in his 20s, can't handle it by himself.

After spending the last lunch in the cafeteria a year ago, Lin Weimin rode to Muxidi with the benefits from his work unit.

"Hello, teacher!"

Mr. Wan is not at home at this time, only Li Yuru is at home.

Mr. Wan has a lot of titles on him, and these days are his busiest times.

"What are you doing with these things? There is no shortage of these things at home." Li Yuru said.

"It's all issued by the unit. I'm alone, and I can't eat it."

Lin Weimin naturally knew that Mr. Wan's family did not lack these things, but whether to send them or not was a matter of attitude. He didn't bother to buy things and send them over.

When Lin Weimin was moving things, Li Yuru said, "Weimin, come to our house during the Chinese New Year."

"I won't bother you, Master."

Li Yuru said: "Our family is originally small, and it happened to be lively when you came, so what's the trouble?"

"It's okay, I'm used to it by myself."

The more Lin Weimin said this, the more Li Yuru felt sorry for him, "That's it, come to our house for the New Year."

Seeing that Li Yuru insisted on this, Lin Weimin had no choice but to agree.

After leaving Muxidi, Lin Weimin was not idle, and went to the next house.

No way, the unit gave too much.

(End of this chapter)