1980 My literary era

According to the old rules of Yanjing, the Lunar New Year begins on the day of Laba.

The cold weather cannot stop the people's enthusiasm for the New Year. There are obviously many more vendors setting up stalls on the streets these days than before.

In January last year, senior leaders went to the south for inspection, and the atmosphere became more and more loose.

The urban management department, which was only established a few years ago, has become more and more prominent in recent years, playing a hide and seek game with street vendors.

Starting from the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, the people in Yanjing City seemed to become extremely busy.

Lin Weimin drove to the train station after work, waited for half an hour, and waved to the crowd leaving the station.

"Brother-in-law!"

Han Dingbang was carrying large and small bags and was walking hard. Lin Weimin hurried forward to take the things in his hand.

"You can buy everything here. Why do you bring so many things with you every time? It's inconvenient!"

Han Dingbang has bad legs and feet, so it is extremely difficult to bring things all the way from Shanghai every time, but he never tires of it.

"They are all specialties from Shanghai, you can't buy them in Yanjing."

Carrying their things, the two came to the car.

Han Dingbang looked at the magnificent crown, "Zhuang Zhuang told me in the letter that you bought a luxury car, it's too ostentatious! It's too ostentatious!"

Lin Weimin stuffed the things into the trunk, "The money we got is clean and pure, what are we afraid of?"

After getting in the car, Han Dingbang asked with concern: "Xiao Tao didn't come here?"

"No. She has been filming outside for half a year, and she won't be able to come out this year."

Lin Weimin didn't tell Han Dingbang that he planned to get Tao Huimin to join the crew of "The Wind". The script of "The Wind" is still being compiled, and he plans to have Tao Huimin come to Yanjing after the New Year.

It’s not too much to support your own girlfriend, right?

Han Dingbang felt a little regretful when he heard this.

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "Don't care about my affairs, just care about your daughter-in-law of the Han family!"

After hearing what he said, Han Dingbang immediately became energetic.

"How about that girl? What should I pay attention to when contacting these foreigners?"

Lin Weimin turned the steering wheel and said in a relaxed tone: "Nothing to pay attention to. Geli has a very good personality. You will know it when you meet her. She has been in China for several years and studied Chinese. She is very familiar with our culture. Very accepting too.”

After hearing what Lin Weimin said, Han Dingbang's psychological pressure eased a little.

When my son finds a foreign girlfriend, it is not only a matter of whether he can accept it, but also a matter of cultural differences.

After sending Han Dingbang to the Second Admission Courtyard next to the Forbidden City, Han Zhuangzhuang and Yin Geli were already waiting at home.

Today, when his father came to Beijing, Han Zhuangzhuang asked for leave and would not go to CCTV to rehearse in the evening.

A family of four sat together to eat, and Han Dingbang looked at Yin Geli from time to time.

After eating, Yin Geli took the initiative to wash the dishes.

"This foreign girl is also very diligent." Han Dingbang nodded with satisfaction.

He asked Lin Weimin again, "Will Geli stay in China from now on?"

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "It depends on your son's ability!"

"What's the meaning?"

"If you take her life, you can't even stay if you don't want to!"

Han Dingbang glared at Lin Weimin, "You don't look like an old uncle at all!"

"Isn't it unfair? I just told the truth!"

"What does this mean?"

"What do you mean? You'll find out in the evening!" Lin Weimin said meaningfully.

Han Dingbang reacted for two seconds and suddenly realized: "They two live together?"

Then he slapped his thigh and cursed: "This bastard!"

"They are all young people!"

"We're not even married yet, how can we live together?"

Lin Weimin told Han Dingbang in advance, just because he was afraid that he would see the beautiful scene suddenly at night and not be able to bear the excitement, so now he was treating it as a buffer in advance.

"Okay, okay, let's calm down. Anyway, we are rushing to get married, and your son is not someone who always gives up." Lin Weimin advised.

The deal is done, and there is nothing that Han Dingbang can do if he gets angry.

As soon as Han Zhuangzhuang finished his work and entered the house, he saw his father staring at him with evil eyes, which made him shudder and inexplicably recalled the memory of being beaten when he was a child.

"Okay, it's getting late, I'll go back first."

Lin Weimin finished digging the hole, clapped his hands and left.

After returning to Tuanjiehu Apartment, he cleaned up and took a rest. Lin Weimin went to the study to continue writing a novel. Occasionally, the sound of children setting off fireworks could be heard outside the window.

A night of silence.

Two days later, Tong Zhonggui left Yanjing one day early. His home is in the south, and it takes two or three days to come back. If he leaves early, he can stay at home for an extra day.

In the past few days, the editorial department has been completely put into storage, and everyone is sitting lazily in the office, but their hearts have already flown to no one knows where.

Before getting off work, Lin Weimin invited everyone to go to Donglaishun.

Tomorrow is the last day of classes for the year, but they are basically half-day classes. By noon, the building will be empty, not even a ghost can be seen.

So I can only go out to eat today.

At this time, unlike later generations, everyone has little energy in their stomachs. When encountering such an occasion, no one will be absent.

The atmosphere at the dinner was particularly warm. According to colleagues, Editor Lin was wise, wise, calm and dignified, and seemed to be the best candidate to be the leader of the Chinese Literature Society in the future. They did not take Lao Meng and Lao Tan who were sitting together in their eyes at all.

The two old comrades didn't say anything, just eating mutton.

You tell me, if I eat less meat, I lose.

The next day, just like every year, at noon, the Chinese Literature Society was empty.

Lin Weimin walked at the end, and before leaving, he did not forget to throw two packs of cigarettes to Uncle Zhai in the mail room, making the old man happy.

After driving around to deliver New Year's goods, it was already evening and he came to the Workers' Stadium for a walk.

Thousands of cast and crew members from the Spring Festival Gala had already poured into the huge gymnasium, but it still seemed empty.

The most important thing is that this place is well ventilated. Even if you stay here during the day, if you are in a shady place, you will still shiver with cold.

Tonight, not only the cast and crew suffered, but the audience also suffered.

Lin Weimin seemed to have seen the scene of Huang Yihe being pointed at by thousands of people after the party.

It's too awful!

After carefully watching the rehearsal of the sketch by his eldest nephew and Chen Xiaoer, and confirming that there was nothing wrong, Lin Weimin drove back to the Second Entrance Hospital next to the Forbidden City.

He was alone at Tuanjie Lake, and the New Year atmosphere was much worse than in Yanjing City, so this year he spent it at the Forbidden City.

Making dumplings at night, Lin Weimin and Han Dingbang felt indescribably awkward as they brought a foreign wife.

"It would be great if Xiao Tao came too!" Han Dingbang sighed.

While talking, Han Dingbang suddenly realized a problem.

"Isn't there a big age difference between Xiao Tao and Ge Li?"

Lin Weimin hesitated and said, "Is it okay? He's only six or seven years old."

Six or seven years old, still "just"?

An aunt is six or seven years younger than my niece-in-law. Are you embarrassed?

Han Dingbang looked at Lin Weimin as if he were an animal.

"It's done, it's done!"

Teacher Lin didn't resist her brother-in-law's conscience-filled eyes. He looked at the TV and changed the subject.

On the TV at home, the 1985 Spring Festival Gala started as scheduled.

Han Dingbang watched the show and frowned little by little. He only watched it for less than twenty minutes. Out of the professional sensitivity of the director, he said: "This party is ruined!"

The foreign girl was picking up peanuts and watching TV happily, "It was ruined? Where was it ruined?"

Han Dingbang glanced at his future daughter-in-law, and for the first time, he felt a sense of superiority. Even if you dare to fall in love with you foreigners, you are so artistic!

Although the quality of the party was not good, the TV was not turned off. The Chinese New Year is just for fun, it doesn’t matter what you perform.

At around ten o'clock, Han Zhuangzhuang finished his skit and rode his motorcycle back home in the cold wind.

As soon as he came back, he shouted: "It's ruined! It's ruined!"

His sketch was in the middle of the Spring Festival Gala. At that time, the performance had already started for more than an hour, and there were frequent situations at the party.

"But it was freezing to death. It was more than ten degrees below zero outside, and there was no heating inside the workstation. When I was on stage, I almost couldn't speak my lines properly. Some departments' intercoms ran out of power, and they didn't know to prepare batteries in advance. The lights were on and off... Director Huang was so anxious that he almost climbed up a tree."

Han Zhuangzhuang talked about the Spring Festival Gala for a long time, and the last sentence hit the point.

Lin Weimin guessed that Huang Yihe was not only anxious to climb the tree, but also wanted to die.

Because now the most famous movie star in China in the past few years, Chen Chong, is appearing on TV.

A few years ago, she and Liu Xiaoqing were the peerless twins in the Chinese film industry.

As a result, he went to the United States in 1981 and stayed in the United States for three years. This time when he returned from the Spring Festival, he was invited to participate in the Spring Festival Gala, which completely detonated the negative public opinion of the 1985 Spring Festival Gala.

Later, there was a slander on the Internet that Chen Chong used the words "you China" in his Spring Festival Gala speech, which angered audiences across the country, but it was actually false.

She was talking about "China", but the condescension and alienation from the motherland she talked about in her words were real. Such behavior made countless viewers in front of the TV uncomfortable.

Lin Weimin sighed as he looked at Chen Chong's performance on the TV screen.

It was really raining all night, and he felt sad for Comrade Huang.

The family complained while watching the Spring Festival Gala. On a night like today, countless Chinese people are doing the same thing, just like the people of later generations watching the Spring Festival Gala.

The sound of firecrackers outside the window continued one after another, and the room was warm and joyful.

1984 has passed.