1980 My literary era

"Director, your..."

Lin Weimin was about to question Xu Gang, but he unexpectedly walked away shaking his head. Lin Weimin glared at his back fiercely.

I hate people like you who talk half-heartedly. Why do you care?

I've blinded my Zhong|Nanhai in vain!

Lin Weimin was arranging Xu Gang in his mind, but he didn't want to let his hand go, and the cigarette case disappeared.

He turned around and saw Qu Xiaowei holding the cigarette case with a surprised look on his face.

"In the red box | South | Sea? Where did you get it from?"

Lin Weimin was in a bad mood, "Do you care about me?"

"Hey!" Qu Xiaowei didn't fight with him. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He put the cigarette case into his pocket, then snatched the match from Lin Weimin's other hand and lit a cigarette for himself. .

"Hiss~" He shook his body like an addict, "If you want to smoke, you have to smoke special | supply cigarettes, this tastes good."

"Virtue!"

Lin Weimin cursed and had no intention of grabbing the cigarette back. He knew that it would be impossible to snatch the cigarette away from Qu Xiaowei's hand.

After arguing with Qu Xiaowei for a while, Lin Weimin began to uncontrollably think about the performance of director Xu Gang just now.

He was confident in Xu Gang's integrity, and there was no way he could just say that he had helped when he didn't.

What he just said was "I can't help you anymore."

At first glance, these words seemed to mean that the job was out of the question, but Lin Weimin thought of Xu Gang's expression, but no one would show such an expression in front of a person who failed to apply for a job.

Then "I can't help you anymore" may have another meaning, that is, before Xu Gang opened his mouth, the Chinese Literature Society had already decided to hire him, or someone else had interceded for him.

No matter which of these two possibilities it is, it is great news for myself.

After straightening out the clues in his mind, Lin Weimin felt comfortable again, that must be the case.

In order to confirm the news, Lin Weimin made another trip to No. 166 Chaonei Street.

"Old Rong, do you have any confidence in your work?"

Rong Shihui looked puzzled, "Didn't you just ask?"

"Just tell me if you have any letters?"

"I told Lao Qin and he said to ask the leader later."

"this……"

Lin Weimin was a little confused. How could this be an unsolved case?

Lin Weimin left "Contemporary" full of disappointment.

In the next few days, Lin Weimin looked worried about work.

Today is a discussion meeting, and Jia Dashan is reciting his exercises on the stage.

"Big straw hats, small straw hats, undulating straw hats, spinning straw hats, straw hats with shining sunlight..."

He read seriously on the stage, and the students below laughed.

Stream of consciousness is a new concept these days, and people often can only guess its true meaning through the name. What Jia Dashan recited on stage was his stream of consciousness creation.

Because of Jia Dashan's "straw hat" speech, the atmosphere at the discussion was lively and everyone rushed to speak.

In the afternoon, Lin Weimin felt depressed, so he rode his bicycle to go out for some relaxation. His first thought was to go to No. 26 Yonghegong Street, which was Shi Tiesheng's home.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!" As usual, Lin Weimin called Shi Tiesheng's name in the yard before entering the door. He thought that Shi Tiesheng would be rolling the wheelchair to open the door for him as usual.

When I walked to the door, I found that their door was locked and there was no one in the house.

He called out Aunt Li in the room next to him. He had been here several times before. Aunt Li was impressed by him and said, "The son of the Shi family is hospitalized. He is in the hospital right now!"

Lin Weimin suddenly became anxious, "Aunt Li, do you know which hospital he is in?"

"Oh, well... let me think about it, their Xiao Lanzi also specifically told me what it was called..."

Aunt Li thought for a long time, "Oh, by the way, it's Friendship Hospital."

After getting the hospital information, Lin Weimin immediately rode his bicycle and went straight to Friendship Hospital.

Lin Weimin was panting all the way to the hospital, and finally saw the erect Shi Tiesheng in the ward.

"Tiesheng, how are you?" Lin Weimin asked with concern.

Shi Tiesheng smiled, his lips turned white and his face was colorless.

"How did you come?"

"I originally wanted to visit your house, but the neighbor said you were hospitalized, so I came over to take a look."

Shi Tiesheng took a breath and said, "It's nothing serious. It's just a urinary tract infection and azotemia. Just give me some fluids. I won't die."

"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay."

In fact, Shi Tiesheng's condition was not as easy as he said.

He was admitted to the hospital this time because of urinary system infection and azotemia, but the most fundamental reason is that he has been paralyzed all year round, his lower limb function has long atrophied, his kidney function is seriously damaged, and he is very likely to be life-threatening by uremia.

Over the past few days, he has been suffering from a high fever. He has been lethargic and vomiting all day long. He cannot eat and can only supplement his nutrition with glucose. His blood pressure was also unstable. For a while, the low pressure rose to 120, and then the high pressure dropped to 60. The doctors were worried about whether he could survive.

Fortunately, after these days of large amounts of penicillin injections, the infection in Shi Tiesheng's body decreased and his body temperature gradually dropped. This is why Shi Tiesheng was still able to talk to Lin Weimin after he entered the ward.

After chatting with Shi Tiesheng for a while, Lin Weimin felt a lot more at ease. Seeing that he was in poor condition, Lin Weimin wanted to leave. Shi Tiesheng asked his father to see Lin Weimin off.

After leaving the ward, Lin Weimin turned around and dug a few times on his body, and then handed a few bills to Father Shi.

"Weimin, you kid, what are you doing?" Father Shi declined immediately.

Lin Weimin held his hand and said, "Uncle, please don't be polite to me. The family needs money now."

"How can that be done?" Father Shi struggled.

"Why not? Friends are meant to make money together. Tiesheng and I are good friends, so please stop being stubborn!"

Lin Weimin held Shi's father's hand tightly, and his hand was stuffed with ten pieces of unity given to him by Lin Weimin.

In this era, there are no convenient mobile payments, and there are no ATMs everywhere on the streets. You have to carry money when you go out. Lin Weimin keeps his money close to his body, giving no chance to thieves, which comes in handy at this time.

Shi Tiesheng's condition was not life-threatening for the time being, which gave him a lot of peace of mind, but he also knew that illness and death would always surround Shi Tiesheng.

At this time, nothing can save lives more than money.

"You kid..."

Father Shi's voice was trembling, his eyes were filled with tears, and he was speechless.

"Okay, uncle, I'm leaving!"

Lin Weimin didn't want to be pretentious, so he waved to Father Shi and left the hospital.

After coming out of the hospital, Lin Weimin looked back and felt sad.

Shi Tiesheng was not his first friend in this era, but he was the friend he cared about the most.

Maybe it's because the weakness of his natural disability arouses deep pity in people's hearts, but Lin Weimin feels that it's more because of Shi Tiesheng's calmness and open-mindedness, which always makes him, a quick and quick profit-seeking soul from later generations, always make him, when getting along with him, Feel safe and relaxed.