1980 My literary era

The summer in Yanjing is much more difficult than in my hometown in Northeast China.

Lin Weimin thought it might be because the days were getting better and better. He was a little squeamish, and even sweating a little felt like suffering.

Or to put it another way, those who engage in art cannot live too comfortably, otherwise problems may arise.

It's been almost half a year, and Lin Weimin hasn't released a new work yet. I've been too embarrassed to go to Mr. Wan's house recently.

The old man always told him, "Your current creative energy and inspiration are the most precious." Whenever they met, he would always urge him to write some new works.

Recently, colleagues have been asking him if there are any new works coming out, which makes him a little stressed.

Sure enough, he was too diligent before, giving people around him the illusion that "I am a genius." Lin Weimin secretly regretted it.

He is also thinking in his mind, what should he write in his next work?

The weather was hot, so a deck chair was placed under the jujube tree in the small courtyard. Lin Weimin lay there in his vest and underpants, thinking hard.

"Dang Dang Dang!" There was a knock on the door, and Lin Weimin went to open the door.

Qu Xiaowei walked in with a stern look on his face and didn't say anything. He lay down on the recliner and sighed.

"What's going on?" Lin Weimin asked.

"well!"

Lin Weimin was speechless, "Look at you looking like you're dying!"

After being scolded, Qu Xiaowei didn't get angry or refute, and continued to sigh, which surprised Lin Weimin.

He asked: "What happened? Don't hold it in your heart if you are not happy. Speak out and make me happy!"

Qu Xiaowei might have sighed enough, "Can you be a human being?"

"Whether I am a good person or not depends entirely on what happens to you."

Qu Xiaowei glared at him, and then sighed uncontrollably, "Oh! Haiyan's assignment has been decided. She will stay in Jinling as a teacher at their school."

"Isn't this nice?"

"What a sh*t!" Qu Xiaowei was so angry that he stood up, "You don't care about me at all!"

?

Don't be so ambiguous, okay? Your father and I are a straight man.

"You have something to say."

Qu Xiaowei said resentfully: "Have you forgotten, didn't I say before that I discussed with Haiyan about being transferred to Yanjing?"

"Are you talking about this? You two are a bit crazy."

Qu Xiaowei sighed, "Yes, what I thought at the time was indeed too simple. I also wanted Haiyan to be transferred here before graduation!"

"So what's the situation now? Has it been decided that she will stay in school? Are you still going to stay in such a long distance?"

"I don't know!" Qu Xiaowei's tone was a bit confused, "I can only think of a solution after work. It would be best if I could be transferred to Yanjing."

"What if it can't be transferred?" Lin Weimin asked very realistically.

Qu Xiaowei's eyes were on Lin Weimin, but he didn't focus on it. He muttered: "Can't adjust it? Can't adjust it?"

His eyes turned red as he thought about it, "If I can't adjust it, I will go to Jinling to find Haiyan."

"You don't want to work anymore?"

Qu Xiaowei lowered his head, "If there were no Haiyan, why would I still be doing this job?"

I didn’t realize it, but Comrade Xiaowei is still a sentimental person.

For Chinese people in the 1980s, work was everyone's life. Being able to say "not to work" may be an impulsive idea, but at least it shows Qu Xiaowei's friendship for Liu Haiyan.

Lin Weimin, for example, has no intention of giving up work or writing for anyone.

Lin ZHU? The eight characters haven’t been written yet.

Great nephew? He still has to support his old uncle.

Tie Sheng? Well, it seems like you can consider this.

No, no, think about it like a hammer and just think about it all day long.

Lin Weimin put away the messy thoughts in his mind and patted Qu Xiaowei on the shoulder, "Don't say such depressing words, it's up to people!"

Qu Xiaowei raised his head, with a hint of hope in his eyes, "For the people, do you think you have a chance?"

Lin Weimin shook his head cruelly.

"What the hell..."

Realizing that he had been tricked, Qu Xiaowei was filled with anger and hatred.

Brothers are like this, can't you be kinder?

He planned to get up and give Lin Weimin a big dick to make him understand that Viagra is not something you can wash off just because you want.

Unfortunately, before he could take action, Lin Weimin said something.

"How about I think of a solution for you?"

The big butt was not slapped out, and it became Lin Weimin's helping hand halfway.

Qu Xiaowei knelt down, his face full of flattery, "Sit down, sit down, please tell me what you just said in detail!"

Lin Weimin sat down calmly, "I think you just wanted to take action?"

"No! Absolutely not! I swear to the eighteenth generation of my ancestors." Qu Xiaowei swore, with an upright and reliable look on his face, "Aren't I afraid that your feet will be tired after standing for a long time? I will help you rest for a while."

After joking for a while, Qu Xiaowei asked seriously: "For the people, do you really have any idea?"

"I'm not sure either, I'm just giving it a try to see if there's a chance."

Qu Xiaowei nodded hurriedly and said: "If you have the chance, you will do it. Do you need me to do something?"

"Nothing to do."

Lin Weimin stood up and looked left and right in the yard. The jujube tree was not ripe yet, which was delaying things.

Entering the kitchen, he reluctantly picked up the black beans in the bucket.

More than ten kilograms of watermelon was very expensive to buy. Lin Weimin bought it after spending a long time at the melon stall in the evening.

When people in Yanjing talk about watermelon in later generations, almost everyone knows that Jingxin is round, thick, sweet, and heavy. In the hot summer, Jingxin has become the most pleasant enjoyment for people in the capital.

But at this time in 1981, Jingxin's hybrid watermelon had not yet appeared. The most popular ones on the market in Yanjing were Heibengjiner, Zaohua, and Zhengzhou No. 3. Not only were the yields low, but the taste was not particularly sweet.

If you want to eat a juicy, sweet watermelon, you must have a special skill in picking melons.

There is something special about choosing melons. First of all, you have to choose those that are crooked and cracked with dates. Such melons are generally good.

The second one pays attention to listening to the sound and distinguishing the position. Those with echoes have thin skin and more water.

Lin Weimin came out of the kitchen holding the watermelon. Qu Xiaowei thought he was going to relieve the heat. Before he could say anything, he found Lin Weimin walking out of the courtyard holding the watermelon.

"Let's go!"

"What are you going to do?" Qu Xiaowei looked confused.

"Do you still want your Haiyan?"

Qu Xiaowei was startled and quickly stood up, "Are you going now?"

"Yeah, take advantage of today's free time."

After leaving the courtyard, Lin Weimin stuffed the watermelon into Qu Xiaowei's arms and locked the courtyard door.

The two of them got on their bicycles, and Qu Xiaowei was still asking: "For the people, where are we going?"

"You'll know when we get there."

Lin Weimin didn't mention the destination, which made Qu Xiaowei even more itchy. He felt that he was pedaling the bicycle with a little more strength than usual.

Although I don’t know where Weimin plans to take him or who to look for, what if it can happen?

When he thought of this, Qu Xiaowei felt full of power.

Haiyan, wait for me!