1980 My literary era

Classroom at Yanjing Film Academy.

Several students were rehearsing their sketch assignments for this week. During the break, a young man with a barely Zhou Zheng appearance asked Han Zhuangzhuang, "Hey, Zhuangzhuang, what did you do last night?"

"Nothing done."

The young man didn't believe it and said with a gossipy face, "I heard that you stayed away last night."

Han Zhuangzhuang and his students are part of the amateur acting class recruited by Yanying. The school system is short, and most of the students are already working before enrolling. Han Zhuangzhuang is only nineteen years old this year and is the youngest boy in the class. Everyone likes to tease everyone when they have nothing to do. he.

"I'm going to see my relatives." Han Zhuangzhuang said.

"Looking for relatives? Your family has relatives in Yanjing? Why haven't you heard of me before?"

"I..." Han Zhuangzhuang didn't know how to explain to the other party for a moment.

A smart-looking girl on the side said: "Li Chengru, do I have any relatives in Yanjing that I need to report to you?"

"Qinqin, what you said is wrong. As the eldest brother, I can't care about Zhuangzhuang anymore?"

Li Chengru laughed playfully, darting between Han Zhuangzhuang and Li Qinqin with evil intentions.

Li Qinqin rolled his eyes at him. Han Zhuangzhuang was a little embarrassed by his look and wanted to explain.

"I'm going to find my uncle."

"Your uncle?"

Several people present were interested, and Li Qinqin asked: "Is your uncle in Yanjing?"

"Well, we just met last night and stayed at his house. He was afraid that I couldn't explain it to Teacher Ni clearly, so he said it specifically today."

When Li Chengru heard this, he asked another woman in the classroom, "Zhu Lin, did you see Zhuang Zhuang's uncle when you called him just now?"

Zhu Lin thought for a moment and said, "I didn't see it. I just saw Teacher Ni."

Li Chengru suddenly felt that he had caught Han Zhuangzhuang's hand, "Zhuangzhuang, you are dishonest!"

Han Zhuangzhuang hurriedly shouted to Zhu Lin: "Sister Lin, my uncle is standing with Teacher Ni. How can you say you didn't see it?"

"Together?" Zhu Lin frowned, her beautiful eyebrows were shocking, "You said that young man is your uncle?"

"Yes, my uncle."

Zhu Lin couldn't believe it, "Why is your uncle so young?"

"Didn't I say it? That's my uncle."

Li Chengru tortured and asked: "How many uncles do you have?"

"One!"

"Hey, you kid, you don't even draft a lie."

Han Zhuangzhuang was upset when he was asked. He stood up and explained neatly: "My mother has a younger brother. My uncle is the son of my grandmother and grandfather. He is only two years younger than me."

Li Chengru looked suspicious, "Really?"

Han Zhuangzhuang looked at him and said helplessly: "Why did I lie to you?"

In Zhu Lin's mind, she recalled the handsome young face she saw in the corridor. She didn't expect that the young man was Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle.

He is only two years older than Han Zhuang, so isn't that several years younger than himself?

At such a young age, she has a nephew as old as Han Zhuangzhuang. Zhu Lin thought of the scene of Han Zhuangzhuang calling her uncle, and the corner of her mouth curved into a breathtaking smile.

Li Qinqin asked casually: "Zhuang Zhuang, does your uncle work in Yanjing? Do you plan to stay in Yanjing too?"

Before Han Zhuangzhuang could answer her question, Li Chengru shook his head and thought to himself, this lesbian, your question is a bit too naked, right?

However, he also understood that among the students in his class, Han Zhuangzhuang was from Shanghai and was the youngest boy. Li Qinqin is from Yanjing and is also the youngest girl in the class. She was born in 1963 and is just eighteen years old.

Many of the other students in the class are working adults, and Li Qinqin and Han Zhuangzhuang are similar in age.

Han Zhuang was a tall man, not handsome in appearance, but very manly. Even the teachers in the class said that he was most suitable for playing roles such as ancient generals.

Li Qinqin had been in contact with Han Zhuangzhuang for a long time, so he naturally had some strange thoughts in his mind.

Many students in the class have noticed this, but Han Zhuangzhuang, a silly boy, seems to have not figured it out yet.

"My old uncle works in the editorial department of "Contemporary" of the Chinese Literature Society. I have never thought of staying in Yanjing. My father is still in Shanghai."

Han Zhuangzhuang answered truthfully.

Li Qinqin's main concern was whether Han Zhuangzhuang would stay in Yanjing. When she heard his answer, her eyes flashed with disappointment.

But Li Chengru was interested in the first half of Han Zhuangzhuang's sentence, "Your uncle works at "Contemporary"? Is he the editor?"

Han Zhuangzhuang nodded and said proudly: "My uncle is not only an editor, he is also a writer!"

Li Chengru became even more interested and asked: "Writer? Tell me your name. Let's see if I've heard of it before!"

Han Zhuangzhuang instinctively felt that it was not good to show off his uncle's reputation like this, but he couldn't help it. He finally found his uncle and wanted to let the whole world know.

"Lin Weimin, have you heard of it?"

"Lin Weimin?"

Li Chengru was stunned for a moment, "The one who wrote "The Cliff"? I listened to the radio during the Chinese New Year. Is he your uncle?"

Han Zhuangzhuang nodded seriously, "Yes!"

"Hey!" Li Chengru sighed, but didn't know what to say. He walked around in place for a long time, "Are you his nephew?"

"It's true!" Han Zhuangzhuang puffed up his chest.

Li Chengru's face was full of disbelief, "A few days ago I went to see a new play by Renyi, which was also written by your uncle."

Han Zhuangzhuang was surprised, "My uncle wrote the screenplay?"

"Don't you know I dare to love you?"

Han Zhuangzhuang shook his head and said honestly: "I don't know."

"What's wrong with your nephew? He doesn't even know about this?"

Han Zhuangzhuang had no choice but to continue explaining what happened to him and Lin Weimin over the years.

After hearing this, several classmates around him sighed, and Li Chengru sighed: "I just got in touch, no wonder you didn't know! That drama is very popular now. Your uncle is a character!"

Hearing Li Chengru praise his uncle so much, Han Zhuangzhuang felt extremely honored.

"Zhuang Zhuang, your uncle is so powerful, why don't you stay in Yanjing? If you stay in Yanjing, you will definitely be able to borrow a lot of strength." Li Qinqin said.

A trace of hesitation flashed across Han Zhuangzhuang's face. Li Qinqin's words made sense, but he still shook his head, "My dad is still in Shanghai. Besides, I have to go back to the Shanghai Film Studio after studying."

Li Qinqin felt frustrated at his stubbornness.

While several people were talking, Zhu Lin stood by and listened silently.

Lin Weimin's handsome face flashed through her mind from time to time.

A few people around Zhu Lin didn't know that one of her favorite writers was Lin Weimin.

She first liked Lin Weimin because of his short story "The Death of Yura" published in "Contemporary". Yura, who pursued fairness and freedom until the end of his life, was her favorite character in the novel.

It turns out that he is Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle?

Zhu Lin was inexplicably looking forward to the opportunity to see Lin Weimin again, and she looked at Han Zhuangzhuang.

As long as he is here, Lin Weimin will come again, right?

Back home, vacation officially begins. Two updates in the past two days to recuperate and resume three updates the day after tomorrow.