1980 My literary era

"Oh? Which novel is your favorite?" Lin Weimin asked with interest.

"Um... this... "Cliff"?" Han Zhuangzhuang hesitated for a long time and named a book title.

"I've been muttering for a long time, haven't you read any of it?" Lin Weimin hummed.

Han Zhuangzhuang smiled sheepishly and said, "Uncle, you also know that I don't like reading."

"You still want to be an actor?"

Han Zhuangzhuang said matter-of-factly, "What's the matter? How many words does the script only have? It's tens of thousands of words long, and they're all dry dialogue. It's much simpler than a novel."

"You boy..." Lin Weimin pointed at Han Zhuangzhuang with a look of helplessness.

From the few contacts he had with Han Zhuangzhuang since childhood, he knew that this boy had strong limbs and a simple mind. This was something his sister mentioned in correspondence later.

No wonder the profession of actors in later generations has become more and more stinky.

But after all, he is his own nephew. Even if he is a little stunned, his family cannot be too harsh.

After reminiscing about old times, Lin Weimin pulled Han Zhuangzhuang up and said, "You haven't eaten yet? I'll invite you to a restaurant."

Han Zhuangzhuang suddenly smiled and said, "Thank you, uncle!"

Soon, Lin Weimin paid the price for his recklessness.

"Fat boy, is it almost done?" Lin Weimin watched in fear as Han Zhuangzhuang put down the big porcelain bowl.

The two of them came to the restaurant and ordered three dishes. Lin Weimin felt that it would be enough to eat, and maybe they would have to pack it up and take it back to order.

He didn't expect that Han Zhuangzhuang ate so much. Three dishes and two bowls of rice went into his belly like a whirlwind, and Han Zhuangzhuang didn't feel much.

Lin Weimin ordered three more meat dishes and three bowls of rice. When the food came, Han Zhuangzhuang pretended to be polite to Lin Weimin.

"Uncle, you should eat too!"

Lin Weimin waved his hand, "I'm full, you can eat."

Han Zhuangzhuang was no longer reserved this time. He felt that he was not enjoying his meal. He asked the waiter for a large porcelain bowl and poured all the food into the big porcelain bowl.

Han Zhuangzhuang put down the big porcelain bowl and purred with his sleeve, "Uncle, you are full!"

"Okay, as long as you're full."

Lin Weimin went to pay and led Han Zhuangzhuang, who was burping, out of the hotel.

On the way home, Lin Weimin joked: "Fat boy, with your appetite, your dad is under a lot of pressure, right?"

Han Zhuangzhuang said: "Yes, he sent me more than half of his monthly salary."

"What should he do on his own?"

"He has back pay."

Lin Weimin nodded. With his nephew's appetite, the salary might not be enough to support himself.

"Uncle, I ate with an open stomach today. I don't usually eat so much, it's less than half of this."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "Okay. Don't hold back when you come to my place from now on. Eat as much as you want."

"Um."

Back home, Han Zhuangzhuang's interest in visiting the courtyard house continued and he wandered from house to house.

According to him, his family now lives in an alley, with dozens of households upstairs and downstairs, and the space is cramped.

Lin Weimin arranged for him to stay in the guest bedroom in the west wing, and the two of them chatted together at night.

"So you have been living on campus now?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Yes, I have to go back and explain to the teacher tomorrow." Han Zhuangzhuang was a little worried about staying out at night.

"It's okay. I'll go to school with you tomorrow. From now on, when you're free, come to my place and I'll give you a key."

A night of silence.

Lin Weimin got up early and had breakfast with Han Zhuangzhuang. He first went to the Chinese Literature Society to take a morning off, and then accompanied him to the Yanjing Film Academy.

In the early 1980s, the campus of Yanjing Film Academy was still located in Zhuxinzhuang, Changping, Yanjiao. Outside the south gate of the school was a large field of crops, and next to it was Yanjing Agricultural University.

Looking at the campus surrounded by fields, the rows of red brick houses shaded by trees, and the large wooden sign "Yenjing Film Academy" standing at the door, Lin Weimin felt a little sad. The film academy these days is quite simple.

Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang walked into a tube building where the film school's classrooms and dormitories were concentrated.

Han Zhuangzhuang pushed open a door with a teacher's office sign and walked in. A middle-aged man with glasses saw Han Zhuangzhuang and asked: "Han Zhuangzhuang, what did you do when you stayed up last night? Don't think you are a part-time class. Just dare to do whatever you want.”

Han Zhuangzhuang quickly explained: "Teacher Ni, I had something to do last night."

"Is something wrong? What's the matter?"

"Teacher Ni, let me explain."

Lin Weimin took two steps forward. He looked a little familiar to Teacher Ni, as if he had been to the Capital Theater on the day of the performance of "The Intouchables".

Teacher Ni looked at Lin Weimin, frowned, and caught that face in the flash of memories.

"You...are Teacher Lin Weimin? The screenwriter of "The Intouchables"?"

"I don't dare to take it, I don't take it. I happened to meet you, Teacher Ni, on the day of the performance of "The Intouchables". You really have a good memory."

Teacher Ni smiled and said: "Oh, hello, Teacher Lin, this time you are..."

As he spoke, his eyes looked between Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang.

"That's what happened..."

Lin Weimin briefly described what happened to Teacher Ni. Teacher Ni looked surprised and said, "I never expected that Teacher Lin is actually Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle."

Teacher Ni looked at Lin Weimin, who was gentle and elegant, and then at Han Zhuangzhuang, who was as strong as an ox. He could not associate the relationship between the two of them with uncle and nephew.

"I'm so sorry, Teacher Ni, for causing you trouble."

"Teacher Lin, please don't say that. It's a great joy that you and Han Zhuangzhuang are recognized as uncle and nephew."

Teacher Ni’s name is Ni Zhen, and he is now the instructor, or class teacher, of Yanying’s 80-level star acting class.

After a brief chat, Lin Weimin was there and Han Zhuangzhuang's matter was over.

Lin Weimin was about to leave. Teacher Ni sent him out, and Han Zhuangzhuang followed Lin Weimin.

A few people were walking in the corridor when they heard a female voice shout: "Han Zhuangzhuang, have you finished your homework yet? I've been waiting for you all day!"

Several people looked around and saw a gorgeous face sticking out of the classroom door, shouting towards Han Zhuangzhuang.

"Oh, just come." Han Zhuangzhuang responded.

"Uncle, then I won't send you off!" Han Zhuangzhuang said to Lin Weimin and ran to the classroom.

Teacher Ni explained with a smile: "They have performance homework every week."

Lin Weimin nodded. He didn't pay attention to Han Zhuangzhuang who ran away. The face that just popped out of the door was always in his mind.

That is the king of the daughter country!

Unexpectedly, she is now studying at Yanying.

Lin Weimin deliberately walked back and used the relationship with his eldest nephew to get closer, but now Teacher Ni was sincerely trying to send him out of school, so Lin Weimin had no choice but to walk out of the tube building.

"Teacher Ni, don't send it away. You can go back."

Ni Zhen smiled and waved to Lin Weimin, "Goodbye, Teacher Lin. If you have the opportunity, you must come to our college to give lectures to the students!"

"I'll definitely look back if I have a chance."

Lin Weimin felt regretful that he did not have the opportunity to get close to the king of his daughter's country.

But fortunately, my nephew is here, so there will be many opportunities in the future.