Chapter 107 Reminiscing about the Past
Even though he didn't see the man's face clearly, Lin Weimin knew that the man who came up to him and gave him a bear hug must be a man. He instinctively wanted to push the man away and say: Who are you?
But his movements were abruptly stopped by the other party's words "uncle".
"Uncle, uncle..."
Lin Weimin was held like this by the other party. Before he could say anything, he was slapped on the back and almost couldn't breathe.
"I... said, you... kid, be gentle!" Lin Weimin was struggling to survive.
The stupid guy opposite finally realized the problem and quickly let go of Lin Weimin.
When their eyes met, Lin Weimin finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.
He has a wide mouth and nose, a dignified appearance, and a majestic figure, vaguely resembling the appearance of a child.
"Xiaopang?" Lin Weimin called out tentatively.
The sturdy man opposite said with an embarrassed expression: "Uncle, what's the point of calling you Fatty? Just call me by my full name."
"Han Zhuangzhuang isn't that good either," Lin Weimin said.
The tall and strong man in front of him was Han Zhuangzhuang, the only son of Lin Weimin's sister. Lin Weimin was the son of his parents in their old age and was seventeen or eighteen years younger than his sister.
In Lin Weimin's memory, his sister only returned to her hometown twice after getting married, and Lin Weimin only met his eldest nephew Han Zhuangzhuang twice.
His sister got married in her early twenties, and Lin Weimin was born after his parents were old, which resulted in him being only two years younger than his eldest nephew.
Han Zhuangzhuang has been fat since he was born. When he was four or five years old, he was as fat as a ball, so the adults gave him the nickname "Xiaopang".
But Lin Weimin never expected that the little fat boy back then would become such a tall and strong man today.
"How did you find me? Where's your mother? Is she here?" Lin Weimin asked happily.
Han Zhuangzhuang's face, which was originally full of joy, immediately dimmed. "Uncle, my mother has been gone for several years."
"Ah!" Lin Weimin was caught off guard. "What's going on?"
"The impact in the past few years was too great..."
Han Zhuangzhuang didn't continue talking. Lin Weimin already understood everything and felt sad.
His only sister had lost contact with the family. Lin Weimin had a premonition about this when his parents were still alive, and he had also thought of this answer.
Lin Weimin's ancestors were big landlords, and his brother-in-law's family were businessmen before liberation, and they were greatly impacted by that wave.
"What about your dad?"
Han Zhuangzhuang put away his gloomy expression and said reluctantly: "My dad is fine. He has been given a F and has resumed work."
"well!"
Lin Weimin realized that he was still standing at the door of the message room. Uncle Zhai was looking at them with a gossipy look on his face. From time to time, colleagues passed by.
"Come on, don't stand here, come home with me first."
Lin Weimin pulled Han Zhuangzhuang to get the bicycle. He asked Han Zhuangzhuang to sit on the back seat of the bicycle. He clearly felt the frame shake and the bicycle almost fell apart.
Lin Weimin pedaled hard, hmm...
"Uncle, how about I ride it?" Han Zhuangzhuang has experienced too many things like this since he was a child, so he immediately said tactfully.
"All right."
Lin Weimin sat on the back seat and Han Zhuangzhuang rode the bicycle. He directed Han Zhuangzhuang from behind to ride towards Shichahai.
Along the way, Lin Weimin chatted with Han Zhuangzhuang and learned that Han Zhuangzhuang had been admitted to the amateur acting class of Yanjing Film Academy last year. He is now studying at the Yanjing Film Academy and is about to graduate.
The bike arrived at Baimixie Street. Lin Weimin pushed open the door of his house. Han Zhuangzhuang looked around the courtyard, feeling a bit like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
"Uncle, is this your house?"
"Um."
Lin Weimin first lit the stove and boiled a pot of hot water. Han Zhuangzhuang continued to tell how he found Lin Weimin.
"Our school was on winter break, so I returned to Shanghai. After the Chinese New Year, my dad accidentally heard a radio broadcast about a novel and heard that the author of the novel was Lin Weimin. He said that the author had the same name as your uncle.
I said maybe it was my uncle? My dad didn't take it seriously at the time, but he became concerned after two days. He kept asking me to find out where this writer Lin Weimin came from. Actually, I just said it casually at the time and didn't take it seriously.
When I got back to Yanjing, I asked around. The more I asked, the more evidence I got, and the more it seemed like it was true.
I finally found out that you are now working in the editorial department of "Contemporary", so I came here to find you.
Hehe, I didn’t expect it to be you.
I recognized you at a glance through the small window in the reception room just now. You haven't changed at all since you were a child."
Han Zhuangzhuang said this with a naive smile.
Although Lin Weimin is now a traveling soul, his original body still has some influence on him. At least he reacted when he heard about his sister's death, and he felt particularly close to Han Zhuangzhuang, his adopted nephew.
Lin Weimin asked with a smile: "You've already been to Yanying, why can't you change your bad taste?"
Han Zhuangzhuang touched his scalp and smiled, "I got this accent from my mother. I don't want to change it. When I'm in school, I speak with a standard accent."
My brother-in-law Han Dingbang used to be a director at the Shanghai Film Studio. Han Zhuangzhuang was born in Shanghai and speaks authentic Northeastern dialect, all because of Lin Weimin's sister who died young.
This is probably a kind of remembrance of his mother, Lin Weimin sighed in his heart.
"By the way, you just said your dad was injured, how is he now?"
Han Zhuangzhuang is an optimist, but his mood becomes depressed when he talks about his father.
"My mom's death was a huge blow to my dad. He is now lame in one leg and is completely depressed. He just slacks off at work."
Lin Weimin patted his shoulder and consoled him: "It's all over. Let your father rest for two years. Time is the best medicine that can heal everything."
Han Zhuangzhuang forced a smile and asked, "Uncle, how have you been these years?"
"As for me..." Lin Weimin's eyes were filled with reminiscence, "After your grandma and grandpa passed away, I was sent to the countryside to work in the production team..."
Han Zhuangzhuang was furious: "How could they do this? You are the only child in my grandmother's family..."
Lin Weimin waved his hand and said, "It's all over."
"Then I was injured in the countryside. When I was lying in bed recovering, I thought, I can't be so decadent. I have to find a way out for myself.
At that time, I started writing day and night, and I finally finished my work and published two novels in a row. Last year, the Institute of Literature and Art under the Literary Association was going to resume its operation, and I was lucky enough to get a place, so I came to Yenching to study for half a year.
When I was about to graduate, I was able to join the Chinese Literature Society thanks to my teacher, and now I am an editor at Contemporary Magazine.
Han Zhuangzhuang stared with wide eyes as he listened to Lin Weimin's narration, which was 70% true and 30% false. He exclaimed: "Uncle, you are too good!"
"What's so great about me?"
"How can you not be amazing? Look at you, you are only two years older than me. And now you are an editor and a writer.
You know, I never liked studying when I was little. I would get a headache when I read. Since I knew you might be a writer, I bought all your novels. They are so good."
Lin Weimin was deeply pleased that his eldest nephew showed such support.
(End of this chapter)
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