1980 My literary era

Even if he didn't see his appearance clearly, Lin Weimin knew that the man opposite him who gave him a bear hug must be a man. His instinct was to push this guy away and say: Who are you?

But his movements were abruptly stopped by the other party's "old uncle".

"Uncle, uncle..."

Lin Weimin was held by the other party like this all the time. Before he could speak, he was slapped on the back and almost couldn't breathe.

"I... said, you... be gentle, kid!" Lin Weimin was clinging to life.

The silly boy opposite finally realized the problem, and he quickly let go of Lin Weimin.

Their eyes met, and Lin Weimin finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

With a wide mouth and nose, a dignified appearance and a majestic figure, he vaguely looks like a child.

"Little Fatty?" Lin Weimin called tentatively.

The strong man opposite said with a sly expression: "Uncle, you little chubby little chubby guy, just call me by my name."

"Han Zhuangzhuang is not good either. Where is he going?" Lin Weimin said.

The tall and stalwart man in front of him was Han Zhuangzhuang, Lin Weimin's sister's only son. Lin Weimin was the son of his parents, and he was seventeen or eighteen years older than his sister.

In Lin Weimin's impression, his sister only returned to his hometown twice after getting married, and Lin Weimin only met Han Zhuangzhuang, his eldest nephew, twice.

His sister got married in her early twenties, and Lin Weimin's parents had a son of old age, so there was only a two-year age difference between him and his eldest nephew.

Han Zhuangzhuang has been fat since he was born. When he was four or five years old, he was as fat as a ball. The adults gave him the nickname "Little Fatty".

It's just that Lin Weimin didn't expect that the chubby little boy back then would turn into such a majestic and majestic man now.

"How did you find me? Where's your mother? Are you here?" Lin Weimin asked happily.

Han Zhuangzhuang's face, which was originally full of joy, immediately dimmed, "Uncle, my mother has been gone for several years."

"Ah!" Lin Weimin was caught off guard, "What's going on?"

"The impact in the past few years has been too severe..."

Han Zhuangzhuang did not continue speaking. Lin Weimin had completely understood and felt sad.

The only sister had lost contact with her family. She had a premonition when her parents were still alive. Lin Weimin had also thought of this answer.

Lin Weimin's ancestors were big landowners, and his brother-in-law's family was a businessman before liberation. They were greatly affected by that wave.

"What about your dad?"

Han Zhuangzhuang put away his gloomy expression and said reluctantly: "My dad is very good. Now I've given him an even F, and my work has resumed."

"well!"

Lin Weimin realized that he was still standing at the door of the reception room. Uncle Zhai was looking at his uncle and nephew with a gossipy face, and colleagues would pass by from time to time.

"Come on, don't stand here, come home with me first."

Lin Weimin took Han Zhuangzhuang to get the bicycle. He asked Han Zhuangzhuang to sit on the back seat of the bicycle. He obviously felt that the frame of the bicycle was shaking and the bicycle almost fell apart.

Lin Weimin pedaled hard, um...

"Uncle, how about I ride?" Han Zhuangzhuang said immediately and wisely after experiencing too many such things since he was a child.

"Fine."

Lin Weimin got on the back seat, and Han Zhuangzhuang got on the bicycle. He directed Han Zhuangzhuang from behind to drive towards Shichahai.

Along the way, Lin Weimin chatted with Han Zhuangzhuang and learned that he was admitted to the amateur acting class of Yanjing Film Academy last year and is now studying at Yanjing Film Academy and will graduate soon.

The car rode to Baimi Xiejie, Lin Weimin opened the door of his house, and Han Zhuangzhuang looked around the courtyard, feeling a bit like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

"Uncle, is this your house?"

"Um."

Lin Weimin first lit the stove and boiled a pot of hot water. Han Zhuangzhuang continued to tell how he found Lin Weimin.

"Our school had a winter break, so I went back to Shanghai. After the Chinese New Year, my dad accidentally listened to a novel being broadcast on the radio one day and heard that the author of the novel was named Lin Weimin. He said that the author has the same name as your uncle.

I said maybe it was my old uncle? My dad didn't pay attention at the time, but he became interested after two days. He kept asking me about the origins of this writer Lin Weimin. In fact, I just said it casually and didn't take it seriously.

When I get back to Yanjing, I'll ask around. The more I ask around, the more information I get, and the more it seems like it.

I finally found out that you now work in the editorial department of "Contemporary", so I came over.

Hehe, I really didn’t expect it to be you.

I recognized you at a glance through the small window in the reception room just now. You are no different from when you were a child. "

Han Zhuangzhuang laughed innocently as he spoke.

Although Lin Weimin is now a time-traveled soul, his original body still has an influence on him. At least he reacted to hearing the death of his sister, and he also felt particularly kind to Han Zhuangzhuang, the adopted nephew.

Lin Weimin asked with a smile: "You have already gone to Yanying, why can't you get rid of this bad smell?"

Han Zhuangzhuang touched his scalp and smiled, "My accent is just like my mother's. I don't want to change it at ordinary times. When I was in school, I definitely spoke with a smooth accent."

Brother-in-law Han Dingbang used to be a director at Shanghai Film Studio. Han Zhuangzhuang has been in Shanghai since he was born and speaks authentic Northeastern dialect, all because of Lin Weimin's sister who died young.

This is probably a kind of nostalgia for his mother, Lin Weimin sighed in his heart.

"By the way, you just said that your dad is dead. How is he now?"

Han Zhuangzhuang is an optimist, but when he talks about his father, his mood drops again.

"My mother's death was a big blow to my father. He is now lame in one leg and is completely depressed. He just goes to work and just hangs around."

Lin Weimin patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Everything is over. Let your dad take a break for two years. Time is a good medicine that can heal everything."

Han Zhuangzhuang forced a smile and asked again: "Uncle, how have you been these past few years?"

"Me..." Lin Weimin's eyes were filled with memories, "After your grandma and grandpa left, I was sent to the countryside to jump in line..."

Han Zhuangqiang said angrily: "How could they do this? You are the only child of my grandma's family..."

Lin Weimin waved his hand, "It's all over."

"Later, I was injured once in the countryside. When I was lying in bed recuperating, I was thinking, I can't continue to be so decadent. I have to find a way for myself.

At that time, I started writing day and night. Later, I was actually asked to finish it and published two novels in a row. Last year, the Literary Research Institute under the Literary and Literary Association was to resume operations. I was lucky enough to get a place and came to Yanjing to study for half a year.

When I was about to graduate, I joined the Chinese Literature Society thanks to my teacher, and now I work as an editor at "Contemporary". "

Han Zhuangzhuang listened with wide eyes to Lin Weimin's narration which was 70% true and 30% false. He sighed: "Uncle, you are so awesome!"

"What's so great about me?"

"Why aren't you awesome? Look at you, you are only two years older than me. Now you are both an editor and a writer.

You also know that I didn’t like studying the most since I was a child. My head hurts when I read books. Ever since I knew you might be a writer, I have bought all the novels you wrote and they are all good. "

Lin Weimin was deeply pleased that his eldest nephew was so supportive.