1980 My literary era

After eating, a group of people declined Lin Weimin's suggestion to send them off and wandered the streets of Yanjing.

Jiang Zilong patted Cheng Shixu on the shoulder and asked earnestly: "Shi Xu, are you turning 40 this year?"

"Forty-one." Cheng Shixu thought Jiang Zilong was caring about him.

"You're already at this age of confusion, it's time to understand something!"

"What do you mean?" Cheng Shixu was confused.

Several classmates were watching the joke.

Jin Ying said: "You were so good just now, why are you mentioning Anyi?"

Cheng Shixu was puzzled, "Didn't I think she didn't come?"

He had already reacted now, "You guys, you are really not pure at all now."

Everyone laughed, as if they were back in those days at the Literary Research Institute.

"So many years have passed in a flash!" Huang Zonghan sighed.

Jiang Zilong and Huang Zonghan were of the same generation. He asked, "Old Huang, I remember your son was born in his sixties, right?"

"Those born in 1965 are already twenty-four years old."

"Is it time to get married?"

"I just talked to someone. It depends on the situation. Who can say for sure what happens to young people?"

"I feel terrible when I think about it. In a blink of an eye, I'm fifty!" Jiang Zilong said.

"You're still two years old."

Jiang Zilong smiled and said, "Isn't that just a blink of an eye?"

"It's better to serve the people! I have been famous for so many years. If I count carefully, I am not even thirty yet! I am almost a lifetime older than my son."

Hearing Huang Zonghan say this, Jin Ying couldn't help laughing, making everyone laugh inexplicably.

When she was almost done laughing, she said to everyone: "When I was in the institute, Weimin always said that his dormitory was the father of a dormitory!"

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard this.

There is a big age difference among the students in the fifth term of the Institute of Literary Studies. The oldest one, such as Jiao Yundian, was already fifty when he came in, while Ru Lin Weimin and Abaier were only in their early twenties. They were completely different generations, but they were together. Becoming classmates in the same class, fate is so wonderful sometimes.

In Yanjing in March, the night was frosty and frosty. Everyone walked and chatted, but they didn't feel cold at all, and they returned to the guest house all the way.

The next morning, the Shizhu courtyard on Xi'anmen Street opened its doors early in the morning.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, Lin Weimin and Tao Huimin stood at the door wearing regular clothes.

Yu Hua was the first to come and was extremely excited when he saw Lin Weimin, "Haha, Teacher Lin! Congratulations! Happy wedding!"

Those who didn't know thought he was the groom. Mo Yan followed him and gave Lin Weimin a blessing calmly.

There were few guests at this time, and Lin Weimin still had time to chat with the two of them, "Why did you two come so early?"

Mo Yan's little eyes seemed to have never woken up, and he said helplessly: "He woke up too early. He was in a hurry and kept urging me."

"Why are you not active at all about Mr. Lin's life-long event?"

"Teacher Lin's lifelong event is not your lifelong event. What can you be positive about?"

Ignoring the quarrel between the two primary school students, they were kicked into the courtyard.

Not long after Yu Hua and Mo Yan entered the hospital, the gang from Haima Studio arrived.

Then there are colleagues from the Chinese Literature Society.

Lin Weimin's wedding was different. There was no ceremony. There was no worship in the high hall or the bridal chamber. Lin Weimin and Tao Huimin stood at the door to welcome the guests. After everyone entered, they had to write the etiquette account first but couldn't find the place. After explanation, they found out that Dare to hold a banquet at your lover's house without charging any member's money.

"Oh, Weimin, how embarrassing are you for us!" Meng Weizai and Lin Weimin led several retired old men into the yard with no sincerity.

Today, all the main rooms in the courtyard were cleared to entertain guests. Unfortunately, there were too many people, and there was simply not enough room to seat them. Some highly respected seniors were allowed to stay in the room.

A group of middle-aged and young people were chatting in the courtyard in groups of three or five. They watched Lin Weimin and his wife greet guests at the entrance of the courtyard and guessed the identity of the visitors.

Feng Xiaogang was standing under the eaves of the east wing, beside him were Zhao Baogang and Li Chengru. Li Chengru heard that Lin Weimin was holding a wedding today and came here to join in the fun.

"I only heard that Mr. Wan was Teacher Lin's teacher before, but today I saw it." Li Chengru looked towards the main room and said.

Zhao Baogang said: "Have you seen those old men?"

"Um?"

"There are several 9th ​​and 10th level cadres inside!"

"how do you know?"

"I just heard someone saying hello to them. They are all presidents and editors-in-chief, and they are all quite senior."

While a few people were chatting, guests were still coming in.

Lin Weimin was a little surprised by the arrival of the border agency. He didn't expect the old man to come.

"Old comrade, I'm here to join in the fun and serve the people. Congratulations!"

As soon as the border officer entered the hospital, Teng Jinxian led a middle-aged man to the entrance of the hospital.

"Tengju! This..."

"Xiao Han, Han Shanping."

Lin Weimin looked apologetic, "I'm really sorry, there are so many people here right now, I can hardly remember who is who."

"Today is your special day, so you must be busy. I wish you and your wife a happy marriage and a happy marriage for a hundred years!" Han Shanping said.

"Thank you, thank you, please come in!"

When Zheng Guo's family came, there was an old man behind them. Lin Weimin was surprised and said: "Uncle, why are you here?"

"How can I, as your uncle, not come to attend your happy event?" Father Zheng said with a smile.

The Zheng family's father and son usually behave in a low-key manner. The fact that Zheng's father came to Lin Weimin's wedding represents an attitude and proves that the two families are well connected.

"Come in quickly! Come in quickly!" Lin Weimin let the Zheng family into the yard.

As more and more guests came, the atmosphere in the courtyard became more and more lively. Everyone automatically divided into several small groups. This year's guests can be roughly divided into several categories.

The first category is Lin Weimin's teachers and classmates, headed by Mr. Wan, plus a group of people from the Institute of Literature, about twenty people.

Then there are the colleagues from the Chinese Literature Society, not only from the editorial department of "Contemporary", but also from other editorial offices in the society, including retired comrades. There are more than ten people in the editorial department of "Contemporary" alone, and together with acquaintances from the agency, there are forty or fifty people.

Then there are the authors who Lin Weimin was responsible for, including Yu Hua, Mo Yan, Yue Yuehe, etc., there are more than ten people in total.

Finally, there is Lin Weimin's relationship in society. This group of guests is the most mixed.

There are talented people, so this time I brought six or seven people, all of whom were relatively familiar with Lin Weimin.

There is Haima Studio, headed by Wang Shuo and Zheng Xiaolong, Ma Dudu, Feng Xiaogang, Zhao Baogang, Hai Yan, Ge You, Liu Heng... a group of about 20 people.

The remaining people are scattered, such as Shi Tiesheng's family, Li Xiangyang, a reporter from Yanjing Youth Daily, Teng Jinxian, Chen Xiaoer, Zhou Yiying and his wife from the Border Agency and the Film Bureau, who retired, Wang Feng from CCTV, Ren Hao, Wu Tianming, Zhang Yimou, Gong Li from Xiying Studio...

Although the guests who came today have their own small groups, many of them know each other.

For example, most of the authors Lin Weimin is responsible for are familiar with the editorial department. Many editors from the Chinese Literature Society also know Lin Weimin’s classmates. Mo Yan, Tong Zhonggui and others also know most of the people from Haima Studio. Zheng Xiaolong has business dealings with CCTV again...

While the guests were chatting with each other, the cooks and waiters Lin Weimin hired from Huifeng Hall were busy.

We have been working at Huifengtang for almost half our lives, and have done the work of taking care of weddings and weddings in private, but this is the first time that the entire hotel has come to a guest's home to help.

There is no way, who can let others give more money?

In early spring in Yanjing, there are two different temperatures during the day and at night. The temperature at night is usually a few degrees, sometimes even below zero, but during the day it is often more than ten or twenty degrees above zero.

Today, guests numbered 1,400 and 50, and nearly twenty tables were seated, all placed in the second courtyard.

It was sunny and windy outside, and half of the tables were placed in the yard. Considering that some old comrades were in poor health, the other half of the tables were placed in the main room and the side room.

The chef over there has prepared the dishes and is ready to be served at any time. The manager of Huifengtang came over to ask Lin Weimin for instructions.

“No need to wait, food will be served directly!”

The waiters have neat figures and brisk steps. They carry plates in their hands and arms and serve the dishes quickly.

Lin Weimin stood in the middle of the courtyard and said loudly: "Today is a happy day for Huimin and I. I would like to thank all my relatives and friends for coming to my humble home. This wedding was not originally planned, but there were so many people asking about it later that I thought about it. Let’s do it.

Getting married is a happy event, and we won’t do anything cliché. There’s nothing else to do today. I just want to treat everyone to a meal. I hope everyone can eat and drink well! "

The courtyard was only about twenty meters in diameter, so everyone could hear Lin Weimin's simple speech clearly. As soon as his words fell, a burst of warm applause broke out in the courtyard, and many people even whistled. The scene was so lively that it made The old comrades who came to attend the wedding shook their heads and laughed.

Lin Weimin waited for everyone's applause to stop and shouted: "Okay, use your chopsticks, you won't be allowed to leave until you're full today!"

There was a burst of laughter in the courtyard, and everyone started using their chopsticks.

While everyone was eating, Lin Weimin and his wife toasted next to each other.

Although there is no need for red tape, the proper etiquette must be followed. There were really too many guests here today. They all simply said hello when they came in. Now when toasting, it is natural to have a few more words to show courtesy.

While everyone was eating, Li Chengru and the others were still having the same conversation at their table.

"That round-faced old man was the former head of the Publishing Department!" Zhao Baogang heard the news from the table next to him and shared it with his friends at the same table.

"I also asked about those two people over there. They are the leaders of the Film Bureau." Li Chengru also said.

Ma Dudu sat at the same table as the two of them, looking at the two people's inexperienced looks with disdain, "Have you seen that tall and thin old man?"

Several people at the table all looked in the direction Ma Dudu said, and Ma Dudu said anxiously: "Relax!"

Everyone then turned around and asked, "Who is that?"

"Don't you know? It's at the level of a minister! It's from the Ministry of Education."

Oops!

Everyone glanced at the table again, and Zhao Baogang asked: "Dudu, do you know him?"

Ma Dudu shook his head, "No, I just heard someone say that when I went to the toilet."

Several other people looked at him with disdain, thinking how well-informed you are, you are just like the rest of us, you are all following the trend!

Li Chengru sighed: "At least a dozen senior cadres came to Teacher Lin's wedding, right?"

"That's something. Didn't you see there are so many other writers, Jiang Zilong, Lu Yao, Er Yuehe, Zhang Yimou and Gong Li..."

Speaking of Zhang Yimou, two people started to gossip, "Hey, do you think there is something wrong between Zhang Yimou and that person?"

Everyone quietly glanced at the table where Zhang Yimou and Gong Li were sitting, "How did you see that? They were just attending a wedding together."

"Don't directors and actresses know how to avoid suspicion?"

"It's true to hear you say that."

The content on the table gradually shifted from discussing the identity of the guests to erotic gossip.