Chapter 109 Conversation in Yanying's Classroom
A classroom at Yenching Film Academy.
Several students were rehearsing their skit assignment for this week. During the break, a young man with a decent appearance asked Han Zhuangzhuang, "Hey, Zhuangzhuang, what did you do last night?"
"Nothing."
The young man didn't believe it and said with a gossipy look on his face, "I heard that you didn't come home last night."
Han Zhuangzhuang and his classmates are in Yanying's amateur acting class, which has a short study period and most of the students are already working before they start school. Han Zhuangzhuang is only 19 years old this year and is the youngest boy in the class. Everyone likes to tease him when they have nothing to do.
"I'm going to visit my relatives." said Han Zhuangzhuang.
"Looking for relatives? You have relatives in Yanjing? Why haven't I heard you mention that before?"
"I..." Han Zhuangzhuang didn't know how to explain to the other party for a moment.
A smart-looking girl at the side said, "Li Chengru, do they have any relatives in Yanjing that they need to report to you?"
"Qinqin, what you said is not right. As the eldest brother, can't I care about Zhuangzhuang?"
Li Chengru was laughing and flirting between Han Zhuangzhuang and Li Qinqin with ill intentions.
Li Qinqin rolled her eyes at him. Han Zhuangzhuang felt a little embarrassed by his look and wanted to explain.
"I went to see my uncle."
"Your uncle?"
Several people present became interested. Li Qinqin asked, "Is your uncle in Yanjing?"
"Well, we just met last night and stayed at his house. He was afraid that I couldn't explain it clearly to Teacher Ni, so he specially talked about it today."
When Li Chengru heard this, he asked another woman in the classroom, "Zhu Lin, when you called Zhuangzhuang just now, did you see his uncle?"
Zhu Lin thought for a moment and said, "I didn't see him, but I saw Teacher Ni."
Li Chengru immediately felt that he had caught Han Zhuangzhuang's handle, "Zhuangzhuang, you are not honest!"
Han Zhuangzhuang hurriedly shouted to Zhu Lin: "Sister Lin, my uncle was standing with Teacher Ni, how can you say you didn't see him?"
"Together?" Zhu Lin frowned, her beauty was shocking, "You said that young man is your uncle?"
"Yes, my uncle."
Zhu Lin couldn't believe it, "Why is your uncle so young?"
"Didn't I tell you? That's my uncle."
Li Chengru asked, "How many uncles do you have?"
“One!”
"Hey, kid, you lie without thinking."
Han Zhuangzhuang was upset by the question, so he stood up and explained swiftly, "My mother has only one younger brother. My uncle is the son of my grandparents who were born in their old age. He is only two years younger than me."
Li Chengru was full of suspicion, "Really?"
Han Zhuangzhuang looked at him and said helplessly: "Why would I lie to you about this?"
Zhu Lin recalled the young and handsome face she saw in the corridor. She didn't expect that the young man was Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle.
He is only two years older than Han Zhuangzhuang, so doesn't that mean he is several years younger than me?
At such a young age, Zhu Lin has a nephew as old as Han Zhuangzhuang. When she thought of the scene of Han Zhuangzhuang calling her uncle, a captivating smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Li Qinqin asked casually: "Zhuangzhuang, your uncle works in Yanjing? Do you plan to stay in Yanjing too?"
Before Han Zhuangzhuang could answer her question, Li Chengru shook her head and thought to herself, female comrade, isn't your question a bit too explicit?
But he also understood that among the students in their class, Han Zhuangzhuang was from Shanghai and was the youngest boy. Li Qinqin was from Yanjing and was also the youngest girl in the class. She was born in 1963 and just turned 18 after the Chinese New Year.
Many of the other students in the class are adults who have already started working, and only Li Qinqin and Han Zhuangzhuang are of similar age.
Han Zhuangzhuang is tall and strong, his face is not handsome, but he is very manly. Even the teachers in the class said that he is most suitable for playing the role of an ancient general.
Li Qinqin has been in contact with Han Zhuangzhuang for a long time, so naturally she had some strange thoughts in her mind.
Many students in the class have noticed this, except for the silly boy Han Zhuangzhuang, who seems not to have figured it out.
"My uncle works in the editorial department of Contemporary Magazine of Guowen Publishing House. I have never thought of staying in Yanjing. My father is still in Shanghai."
Han Zhuangzhuang answered truthfully.
Li Qinqin's main concern was whether Han Zhuangzhuang would stay in Yanjing. When she heard his answer, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
Li Chengru was interested in the first half of Han Zhuangzhuang's sentence. "Your uncle works for Contemporary? He's an editor?"
Han Zhuangzhuang nodded and said proudly: "My uncle is not only an editor, he is also a writer!"
Li Chengru became even more interested and asked, "Writer? Tell me the name so I can see if I've heard of it!"
Han Zhuangzhuang instinctively felt that it was not a good idea to show off his uncle's reputation like this, but he couldn't help it. He had finally found his uncle, and he wanted the whole world to know.
"Lin Weimin, have you heard of it?"
"Lin Weimin?"
Li Chengru was stunned for a moment. "The one who wrote The Cliff? I listened to him on the radio during the Chinese New Year. He is your uncle, right?"
Han Zhuangzhuang nodded seriously, "Yes!"
"Hey!" Li Chengru sighed, not knowing what to say. He turned around for a long time, "Are you his nephew?"
"Guaranteed genuine!" Han Zhuangzhuang puffed out his chest.
Li Chengru's face was full of disbelief. "A few days ago, I went to see a new play staged by the People's Art Theater. It was also written by your uncle."
Han Zhuangzhuang was surprised, "My uncle wrote the script?"
"You don't know?"
Han Zhuangzhuang shook his head and said honestly, "I don't know."
"You are such a bad nephew, you don't even know about this?"
Han Zhuangzhuang had no choice but to continue explaining what he and Lin Weimin had experienced over the years.
Several classmates around sighed after hearing this. Li Chengru sighed, "We just got in touch. No wonder you didn't know! That play is very popular now. Your uncle is a big shot!"
Hearing Li Chengru praising his uncle like that, Han Zhuangzhuang felt honored.
"Zhuangzhuang, your uncle is so powerful, why don't you stay in Yanjing? If you stay in Yanjing, you will definitely be able to help a lot." Li Qinqin said.
Han Zhuangzhuang's face flashed with hesitation. Li Qinqin's words made sense, but he still shook his head, "My dad is still in Shanghai. Besides, I have to go back to Shanghai Film Studio after I finish my studies."
Li Qinqin felt annoyed by his stubbornness.
While the few people were talking, Zhu Lin stood by and listened silently.
Lin Weimin's handsome face flashed through her mind from time to time.
Few people around Zhu Lin knew that one of her favorite writers was Lin Weimin.
She first fell in love with Lin Weimin because of his short story "The Death of Yura" published in "Contemporary". Yura, who pursued fairness and freedom until the end of his life, was her favorite character in the novel.
It turns out that he is Han Zhuangzhuang's uncle?
Zhu Lin was inexplicably looking forward to having the chance to see Lin Weimin again, and her eyes turned to Han Zhuangzhuang.
With him around, Lin Weimin should come again, right?
I'm home now, and my vacation has officially begun. I'll update twice in the next two days to recuperate, and I'll update three times the day after tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
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