1980 My literary era

The small courtyard of Lin Weimin's house had been silent for two months. Today it finally became lively, with noisy people everywhere.

He helped everyone in the kitchen. There were too many people here today and there was not enough room for one table for the housewarming banquet. Qu Xiaowei and Wang Shuo bought things according to the standard of three tables.

Lin Weimin knew that there were many people today, so he went to the neighbor's house nearby to borrow some bowls, chopsticks and plates.

These days, neighbors are close to each other. Even though Lin Weimin is not familiar with his neighbors, when he heard that the neighbor's house was moving, the person next door borrowed it without saying a word.

When I returned, I found that everyone who had been scattered in the courtyard had gathered together. What was going on?

After he walked into the crowd, he saw a familiar face, "Teacher, why are you here?"

Mr. Wan was still wearing his usual white shirt and said with a kind smile: "I have nothing to do today. I heard from Xiao Fangzi that you are moving. Come and take a look."

So that's it.

"Teacher, please come in quickly."

Mr. Wan waved his hand, "No. It's fine in the yard. It's a nice day today."

"Then I'll get you a chair."

Lin Weimin went into the house and took a chair for Mr. Wan and placed it under the jujube tree in the courtyard. The old man sat on it without any courtesy.

Mr. Wan's sudden arrival interrupted the lively scene in the yard.

Most of the colleagues and friends who came today are young people. They regard a literary figure like Mr. Wan as an idol. How can they still be as free and easy as before?

It was Mr. Wan, Meng Weizai, Qin Zhaoyang and other old comrades who took the initiative to find topics and relaxed the atmosphere in the hospital, and everyone returned to being casual.

Mr. Wan heard that Lin Weimin's "Farewell My Concubine" had troubled the editors of the Chinese Literature Society for a long time. He laughed and said: "Your concerns are not unreasonable. But a good work is a good work. Don't worry too much. Readers will respond They evaluated it fairly.”

Perhaps wanting to appease Meng Weizai and Qin Zhaoyang's worries, he added: "I also said before that I would let Weimin change this novel into a script and leave it to Renyi to arrange it. It will definitely be a work that can stand the test of time. Great work!”

Meng Weizai and Tan Chaoyang naturally heard that Mr. Wan was supporting Lin Weimin, but they also felt that what he said was reasonable and felt much more relaxed.

At noon, plates of delicious food were brought out from the kitchen.

The tables for the housewarming banquet were all placed in the main room, three tables in total, thanks to the fact that Li Lidong's family had left a lot of furniture for Lin Weimin.

After the food and wine were served, Lin Weimin arranged for everyone to take their seats. There were not enough chairs and stools at home, so the young people took the initiative to stand and gave up all the seats they could to the old comrades.

"Come on, come on, everyone, fill up the drinks!"

After everyone poured the wine, Lin Weimin stood in the living room and said loudly with a spring face: "Today is my housewarming day. Thank you to all my relatives and friends for coming to my humble home. I hope you all have a good meal and drink today. I won't say anything else. I|did it!”

After a few cheesy remarks, Lin Weimin drank the wine in one gulp, which attracted the applause of many young people in the room. Many people also imitated him and drank the wine in one gulp.

"Everyone eat food, eat food!"

In fact, Lin Weimin didn't need to give in. The guy took a sip of wine and his chopsticks moved immediately.

There are very few opportunities to eat and drink these days, and the food Lin Weimin bought today was extremely good. Each table had eight dishes and one soup, including four meat dishes, which made everyone's appetites whet their appetite.

While eating and drinking, Lin Weimin did not forget to take care of Mr. Wan and Shi Tiesheng.

Seeing that Shi Lan's mouth was as full as a little squirrel, he gave her the chicken legs on the plate and said, "Eat slowly, there are enough dishes for today, and there is still more in the pot."

Shi Tiesheng shook his head and said, "This girl only knows how to eat."

"He's growing taller!" Lin Weimin said with a smile.

Everyone ate happily, and the housewarming banquet was eaten very quickly.

Before everyone had finished eating, Mr. Wan and Wan Fang left early, followed by Meng Weizai, Qin Zhaoyang and the Shi Tiesheng brothers.

Most of the remaining people were drinking and would not end for a while.

Zheng Guo touched his round belly. He had eaten and drank enough during today's trip, and if he ate any more, he would feel better.

He looked at Lin Weimin's table and pulled Lin Weimin outside the house while others were not paying attention.

"For the sake of the people, I will leave first."

"Not for a while?"

Leaving before the meal was finished was a bit inconsistent with Zheng Guo's character, and Lin Weimin was curious.

"No, I'm full." Zheng Guo patted his belly.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll give it to you."

"Not in a hurry."

Zheng Guo said, holding Lin Weimin's shoulders and leading him to the kitchen.

"For the people, I gave you that jar of salted duck eggs."

This behavior is very Zheng Guo. He didn't forget to remind him after giving something away.

Today is Lin Weimin's housewarming. Everyone who came has given something to them. Once there are too many gifts, you may not know who gave them.

It's just that such a large jar of salted duck eggs, apparently thirty or fifty pieces, doesn't quite fit Zheng Guo's character!

Lin Weimin was wondering when he heard Zheng Guo say: "That... for the people..."

His expression was somewhat apologetic.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Actually..." Zheng Guo looked cautious, and finally plucked up the courage to say, "Actually, I made a blind guess about you after drinking some wine that day."

Feeling a sharp glare, Zheng Guo quickly explained: "I really didn't mean it. I just finished reading the novel that day and felt very good. Later, I drank some wine with them and talked about how you write the characters. It’s so vivid…”

He looked at Lin Weimin with apologetic eyes, "Weimin, it's all my bad words. I didn't expect them to spread the word. I'm really sorry for you. I had wanted to tell you for a long time, but in the past two days, I Seeing that you were quite angry, I didn’t dare to..."

Looking at Lin Weimin with full of anxiety, he saw that his expression was serious and he was not angry or intimidating. He felt more and more unsure in his heart. He wanted to give himself two mouths, all because of this mouth.

"I knew it was you!"

Because of his stinginess and taking advantage of others, Zheng Guo often made jokes. At this time, everyone would call him ghost with a homophonic pronunciation.

Zheng Guo looked at Lin Weimin with a nervous face, but saw him smiling, "Okay! I don't even take it to heart, so don't take it to heart."

Zheng Guo finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Weimin, I'm really sorry for you. I usually ask you to take care of me, but in the end I caused you so much trouble..."

Lin Weimin asked in a teasing tone: "No wonder your boy gave me such a big jar of salted duck eggs today. Is this just to make amends?"

Zheng Guo smiled sheepishly and did not deny it.

With his character, if there were no rumors, it would be impossible to give Lin Weimin so many duck eggs.

These salted duck eggs were enough to make him feel distressed for a month.

"I pickled these duck eggs before the Chinese New Year. They are so oily and delicious!"

"Okay, then I'll have a taste. It's not easy for an old prick like you to eat."

Lin Weimin patted Zheng Guo on the shoulder and laughed.