1980 My literary era

Lin Weimin had passed CET-4 in college before traveling through time. As for Nihongyu, the teachers who followed Sowing Love and Peace also received some influence, and he could barely be regarded as a highly sophisticated talent who was proficient in multiple languages.

His level hit the little black Yoko, who belongs to the old lady twisting the screw nut - they met each other.

The exchange between the two of them, stumbling and gesticulating on the spot, was so smooth that they didn't even need a translator.

When Lin Weimin was hooking up with Nihong, Liu Shuhua poked Huang Anyi next door with his finger.

"An Yi, look, look, Lin Weimin, this playboy!"

Huang Anyi looked over, her face instinctively showing a bit of displeasure, but she immediately covered it up, "I just want to chat."

Liu Shuhua glanced at her teasingly and said nothing.

After dealing with Liu Shuhua, Huang Anyi looked at Lin Weimin again with complicated eyes.

At the same time, a question couldn't help but arise in my mind, does Lin Weimin know foreign languages?

When Huang Anyi was a child, her family was very well off, and her mother even hired an English tutor for her. Unfortunately, after so many years, she had long ago returned all her knowledge to the teacher.

"Hahaha, is it true or not? Mr. Lin, you are really funny." Xiao Heiyangzi was amused by Lin Weimin's cold joke.

"Of course I'm joking, there are so many weird things!"

"What, I thought it was true!" Xiao Heiyoko's tone was a little coquettish, and those who didn't know thought she had known Lin Weimin for a long time.

While the two were chatting enthusiastically, foreign students came up to speak on the stage from time to time, mainly talking about the situation in their countries and their feelings after coming to China, which broadened everyone's horizons.

There were also several people at the Literary Research Institute who were asked by the teacher to prepare manuscripts. Lin Weimin was not among them, so he was naturally relaxed and chatted endlessly with this cute girl, Xiaoguo Yoko.

He finally stopped chatting with Xiaohei Yoko, and Qu Xiaowei came over, "For the people, do you know foreign languages?"

Lin Weimin waved his hand with a low-key look on his face, "Hey, they are all self-taught."

Qu Xiaowei looked at his arrogant look and wanted to spit on him, but he still held back.

"How did you learn foreign languages? Can you teach me too?"

"You want to learn?"

"Yes." Qu Xiaowei nodded repeatedly, with a look of longing on his face.

"You've learned how to pretend to be better than your Jinling pen pal, right?" Lin Weimin revealed Qu Xiaowei's thoughts with one sentence.

He chuckled and said, "No conflict, no conflict."

"Pay the tuition first."

"tuition fee?"

Lin Weimin glared, "You still want to have sex for free?"

Qu Xiaowei looked embarrassed. Lin Weimin always used words so fiercely, "What do you mean free prostitution? It's such an unpleasant thing to say. Between classmates..."

"Stop doing this, there is no such thing as a free lunch."

Qu Xiaowei couldn't help but curse in his heart: This evil-hearted thing!

Seeing that Qu Xiaowei stopped talking, Lin Weimin turned around and started chatting with the international students in the back row.

"Hey, don't rub it!"

When this guy came on stage to share his experience, Lin Weimin half-listened to it, knowing that this guy was from the United States.

His free and unrestrained style immediately aroused the favor of his American buddies. After exchanging a few words, Lin Weimin found out that this person was Keith McMahon, and he even gave himself a Chinese name, Mark Meng.

"Read it after me, you're awesome!"

"Foolishness?"

"No, it's awesome!"

"Awesome!"

"Yes!"

Seeing Lin Weimin seriously teaching American young men how to speak Chinese quintessence, many people around him felt a little broken.

Is this how the dialogue will be played?

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Lin Weimin heard the sound of knocking on the table and turned around to see Teacher Tang Yuqiu staring at him eagerly. He immediately shrank his head guiltily and showed a flattering smile.

"If you love speaking so much, go to the podium and speak."

Lin Weimin quickly waved his hand, "Teacher Tang, I won't go up. I'm not even prepared."

"What else do you need to prepare? With your eloquence, wouldn't it be unfair to prepare a manuscript?" Tang Yuqiu said angrily.

well!

Lin Weimin sighed and muttered: "Isn't it just a friendly exchange with foreign friends?"

Tang Yuqiu glared at him and reprimanded in a low voice: "What do you call friendly exchanges? At the smallest level, it is uncivilized. At the largest level, it is detrimental to national dignity and can easily cause diplomatic incidents."

Lin Weimin came up to the stage with his head hanging down. Looking at the dozens of heads below, he felt deeply that what these people had just shared was just like boiled water. Let me give you something fun to watch.

"I am very happy to meet all international friends. Let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Weimin. Today is an exchange and dialogue meeting between domestic writers and foreign students. We who write all serious literature, I think almost all of you are have not seen.

It happened that I thought of a short story some time ago, which is a little mystery story. I will share it with you here. "

When Lin Weimin said this, he paused. What he said was all in Chinese. Not many foreign students present could communicate in Chinese fluently, so they had to rely on translators.

After the translator explained what he meant, everyone present showed curiosity. Not only the international students, but also the students from the Institute of Literary Studies, everyone was looking forward to what kind of story Lin Weimin was going to tell.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, Lin Weimin took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Harlan Sloan is a novelist. By writing mystery novels, he has become a rare rich man in the literary world. Today is his 85th birthday..."

Lin Weimin's language and narration are very concise. As he describes, everyone in the classroom gradually becomes immersed in the story he weaves.

This lecture lasted for more than half an hour, until Lin Weimin stopped. He pursed his lips and his mouth was dry. Fortunately, the translator next to him was very discerning and handed him a glass of water.

Lin Weimin took a sip of tea and said, "Okay, I'll share my little story with you all here, thank you!"

After he finished speaking, he stepped down neatly.

"Wait, this gentleman..."

Among the people who had just woken up from the story described by Lin Weimin, several international students from Omi countries hurriedly spoke up, and the translator stopped Lin Weimin.

"Is there anything else?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Your story is great. Is this a published novel?" asked Sebastian from the Federal Republic of Germany.

"You should have heard just now. This is just a short story I just came up with recently, and I haven't written it out yet." Lin Weimin replied lightly.

"Wow, that's great!" Mark Meng, an American boy on the side, was completely impressed by Lin Weimin's style and clapped his hands crazily.

The way this man greeted him just now made him mistakenly think that he was a Chinese hippie, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be such an outstanding novelist.

"Man, you should really write this novel, it will be popular."

Mark Meng's words won unanimous approval from many international students. Mystery novels, a type of literature, currently has a small domestic audience, but it already has a huge audience abroad.

This is why Lin Weimin thought of telling a mystery story when he came on stage just now.