Chapter 226 I'm the only one hurt

This year the Chinese New Year fell on February 12th, so I missed getting paid in time. The last day of work before the holiday lacked a festive feeling.

Lin Weimin has now been promoted to deputy editor-in-chief, one step away from becoming a senior cadre. His salary has tripled to 200 yuan a month, plus various subsidies and bonuses from the unit and the Literary Association, totaling nearly 300 yuan a month.

At that time in the early 1980s, they were definitely part of the high-income class.

It's a pity that Teacher Lin has long passed the stage of living on salary, and this salary can only be regarded as icing on the cake.

On the last day before the holiday, he should have sat in the office in a Ge You-like posture, drinking tea and chatting with colleagues, and then waited for his work to be distributed and ran away.

The problem is that he is now the deputy editor-in-chief, and Lao Meng and Lao Tan have thrown all these chores to him. After being busy for the whole morning, Lin Weimin didn't even have a sip of water.

After finally finishing the work, all the idiots in the office had already run away, even Lao Meng and Lao Qin ran away.

Lin Weimin wiped off the sweat, took a sip of the cold tea, then stood up, picked up the benefits issued by the company and left the back building.

The bicycle shed was already empty. Lin Weimin secured everything, got on his motorcycle, and walked to the gate where he ran into Yan Wenjing who was pushing a bicycle.

"Leader, did you just get off work?"

Yan Wenjing saw Lin Weimin and said, "Yeah, you just got off work too."

"Yeah, I just finished."

Yan Wenjing nodded slightly, "Yes, this deputy editor-in-chief was not mentioned in vain."

Lin Weimin: ???

He wanted to ask, "Old Yan, what do you mean?"

But after thinking about it, I decided to give up. After all, he is a level 8 leader and I can't afford to offend him.

After bidding farewell to Yan Wenjing, I rode a motorcycle on the streets of Yanjing. Judging from the various festival decorations alone, Yanjing of this era was far inferior to that of later generations.

But when you walk on the street and observe carefully, you will find that people at this time walk slowly, move lightly, and the expressions on their faces are full of joy and some kind of expectation.

Lin Weimin rode his motorcycle back to the Shichahai courtyard in a relaxed mood. As soon as he entered Baimixie Street, he heard the crackling sound of firecrackers. It was the children in the alley setting off firecrackers.

I pushed open the gate of the courtyard and pushed the motorcycle into the yard, then I heard noises coming from the kitchen.

"Brother-in-law, just make less food for lunch, it's just the two of us."

"knew."

Han Dingbang, with gray hair, was cutting vegetables with his head down and responded.

During the Chinese New Year last year, Han Zhuangzhuang told him that he would come to Yanjing to celebrate the New Year this year. Han Dingbang took three days off in advance this year and only arrived in Yanjing from Shanghai yesterday morning. When he came, he carried large and small bags, all of which were local specialties for Lin Weimin and Han Zhuangzhuang.

Han Dingbang worked in the kitchen for half an hour before calling Lin Weimin to eat.

Han Zhuangzhuang will participate in the Spring Festival Gala tonight and is currently making intensive preparations in the radio compound. He will not be able to return until he finishes his performance in the evening.

This was supposed to be a reunion dinner, but because of Han Zhuangzhuang, the reunion dinner was moved to the evening when he returned.

Lin Weimin finished his lunch and picked up some things. "Brother-in-law, I'm going to deliver something."

"Okay, go ahead."

Han Dingbang, who is in his forties, is taciturn. In Lin Weimin's childhood impression, he is a very cheerful and talkative person.

After arriving at Muxidi to deliver some gifts to Mr. Wan and his wife, Lin Weimin ran to the radio compound on Nanlishi Road.

There are less than 7 hours left before the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala. The backstage of the studio is full of people busying around and the atmosphere is noisy.

Lin Weimin first greeted directors Huang Yihe and Deng Zaijun, and then went to watch the two sketches he was responsible for.

Chen Xiaoer and Zhu Shimao are both okay. After all, they are actors who have acted in several movies and are relatively calm.

The eldest nephew, Liang Guanhua, and Song Dandan were not like that. They were so nervous that they couldn't even speak, and their expressions were stiff when they saw Lin Weimin.

"You guys can't act like this! Going on stage is not like going to a execution ground. Just treat the audience and the cameras as if they were pieces of wood, and just act your part and calm down."

Lin Weimin comforted them with a few words, and the tense spirits of the few people finally relaxed a little.

They found a small space backstage and a few people performed the skit for Lin Weimin. After watching it, Lin Weimin patted Liang Guanhua on the shoulder.

"We've achieved this level of rehearsal, so what are you worried about? Don't worry about anything, just perform well."

After comforting a few people, Lin Weimin ran around the backstage for a long time and finally saw Tao Huimin mixed in with a bunch of young actresses.

“Hiss, hiss, hiss~”

Lin Weimin stood not far away and made subtle gestures to Tao Huimin for a long time before she realized what was going on and quickly found an excuse to run away.

The two of them came behind the curtain on the second floor of the backstage, which was relatively quiet. Lin Weimin took out a box of butterfly cakes.

"I brought this especially for you. My brother-in-law brought these butterfly cakes from Shanghai. Eat them quickly."

Tao Huimin felt sweet in her heart as she opened the oil paper that wrapped the butterfly pastry. Including the time spent on the train, the butterfly pastry had been out of the oven for three days and the taste was much worse.

Tao Huimin said as she ate: "Is this the butterfly cake from the one on Jinling Road?"

"I think so. My brother-in-law said he waited in line for a long time before he could buy it."

Tao Huimin savoured the taste of the butterfly cake and narrowed her eyes unconsciously. "My father bought me two times when he went to Shanghai on business trips. I will never forget the taste of this cake."

"If you like it, I'll buy it for you often."

"It's only available in Shanghai. Where can I buy it regularly?"

Tao Huimin said, passing a piece of butterfly cake to her mouth, "You have one too."

Lin Weimin swallowed the butterfly cake with his big mouth, and did not forget to hold her scallion-white fingers.

The warm and moist feeling made Tao Huimin feel numb instantly. Her cheeks flushed. She quickly pulled out her fingers and rolled her eyes at Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin, who had taken advantage, laughed twice and urged, "Eat quickly, don't let anyone find out."

Tao Huimin put aside her embarrassment, ate a few more pieces, and said, "I really can't eat any more."

Lin Weimin looked at the remaining butterfly cakes and said, "Then take these butterfly cakes back and eat them with Jiang Yao."

"good."

"What are your plans for the evening?"

Tao Huimin said, "How else can we arrange it? Our turn won't come until after eleven o'clock. We'll go back to the hotel after the performance, and the group will go back to Zhijiang tomorrow."

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"There's nothing we can do. Everyone is in a hurry to go home for the New Year!" Tao Huimin looked a little depressed. She hadn't spent enough time with her lover.

"It's okay. I'll see you off tomorrow morning. I'll come visit you later when I have time."

Tao Huimin's expression was somewhat desolate, "This is the only way."

The two held hands and talked for a while. Tao Huimin pushed Lin Weimin and said, "I have to go back. If I don't go back, the commander will be angry if he can't find me."

Lin Weimin chuckled and let her push him forward, but unexpectedly he saw a charming face when he turned the corner.

"Ah!" Tao Huimin uttered a short exclamation, "Sister Saifei!"

He Saifei's face turned pale, she bit her lip and forced a smile, "Hui Min, is this your boyfriend?"

Tao Huimin's expression was full of nervousness, and she nodded hesitantly, "Yes!"

"Teacher Lin is your boyfriend?" He Saifei confirmed again in disbelief.

Lin Weimin has been in and out of the Spring Festival Gala program crew these days, so how could He Saifei not know him?

Tao Huimin looked up at Lin Weimin, who had a smile on his face and extended his hand to He Saifei.

"It hasn't been long since we confirmed our relationship, so we don't want everyone to know."

He Saifei's hands were soft and boneless, with slender fingers.

She has beautiful apple cheeks, soft and round facial lines, and her appearance gives people a sense of grace and luxury.

Lin Weimin turned his gaze away from her face and looked at Tao Huimin, "Huimin, Comrade Saifei must be here to see you, you should go back first."

Tao Huimin glanced at Lin Weimin with a bit of uneasiness in her eyes, and left with He Saifei.

The distance from the second floor to the first floor was very short, but Tao Huimin felt it was extremely long, "Sister Saifei!"

When they were almost at the place where the troupe members gathered, Tao Huimin couldn't help but call out He Saifei.

He Saifei turned her head and looked at her, "What's wrong?"

Tao Huimin was speechless, and He Saifei smiled, "It's okay, I misunderstood, it has nothing to do with you."

Seeing He Saifei's smile, Tao Huimin felt relieved.

He Saifei said with a relaxed expression: "Teacher Lin is so good to you!"

Tao Huimin blushed and didn't know how to respond to He Saifei's kindness, so she took out the butterfly pastry that she had not finished eating.

"Sister Saifei, please try the butterfly cakes I brought from Shanghai."

He Saifei looked at the confused Tao Huimin and felt angry but couldn't express it.

Her heart was bleeding as she tasted the delicious butterfly pastry.

You two are in love, the man is talented and the woman is beautiful, but I am the only one who is hurt!

"Sister Saifei, can you promise me one thing?" Tao Huimin asked cautiously after trying to please He Saifei.

"You want me to keep it a secret for you?"

Tao Huimin nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

He Saifei was puzzled, "You can't keep it a secret forever, right? It's not shameful to have a boyfriend like Teacher Lin, right?"

"I'm just scared!"

"What are you afraid of?" He Saifei and Tao Huimin have completely different personalities, so she didn't quite understand.

"I'm afraid of the group, and... I'm afraid of everyone..." Tao Huimin hesitated.

He Saifei now understood her worries.

She couldn't help but re-examine this little sister who was several years younger than her. She used to think that Tao Huimin's reluctance to talk might be due to her young age, but today she finally understood that Tao Huimin's silence was often due to her delicate mind, and she saw through things but didn't say them out loud, just like when she had misunderstood the matter of Teacher Lin sending a love poem, she remained silent to save her own face.

He Saifei didn't know how the troupe would deal with Tao Huimin if they knew about this.

But He Saifei knew that if the news of Tao Huimin and Teacher Lin's relationship spread in the group, then those rumors would be enough to cause Tao Huimin great trouble.

Thinking of this, she felt a little pity in her heart, "Don't worry, I will keep it a secret for you!"

After hearing He Saifei's assurance, Tao Huimin finally felt relieved and a clear smile appeared on her face, "Thank you, Sister Saifei!"

He Saifei responded to Tao Huimin's thanks, but Lin Weimin's handsome face flashed through her mind.

Second update.

(End of this chapter)