Chapter 35 You are blessed, kid.
Mr. Wan Jiabao’s request was surprising, but what was even more surprising was his high regard for Lin Weimin.
"The manuscript is in the dormitory. I'll go get it for you."
After Lin Weimin finished speaking, he ran out without waiting for the old man to respond.
In less than three minutes, Lin Weimin came back panting, holding a stack of manuscript paper in his hand.
""cliff"?"
Wan Jiabao looked at the name of the work on the first page of manuscript and read it out softly.
He glanced at the contents of the manuscript for a few times, and after a short while, he had a rough idea in his mind. He glanced at the time again and slowly stood up. "Okay, today's class ends here, everyone, let's go home."
His manuscript was taken away by Mr. Wan Jiabao, and Lin Weimin was left there a little confused. What did this mean?
Before he could come to his senses, Jiang Zilong came up and patted him on the shoulder, exclaiming: "You are so lucky, kid!"
Then it was Jia Dashan who patted Lin Weimin on the shoulder and stared into his eyes, "How enviable!"
Everyone came up to greet him one by one, and Lin Weimin seemed to understand that he had won the old man's favor.
But what do you mean by taking my manuscript?
At lunch time, Lin Weimin saw Mr. Wan Jiabao and Teacher Tang Yuqiu sitting together for lunch. He thought the old man had finished his morning lecture and left.
After finishing his meal, Lin Weimin watched Teacher Tang Yuqiu help Mr. Wan Jiabao to the office.
"Sir, this is this issue of Zhongshan. Lin Weimin's novella is published here. It is a twin of the manuscript you have in your hand."
Wan Jiabao looked at the magazine and manuscript in his hand and smiled slightly: "Young people nowadays are really full of creative ideas."
He gently unfolded "Zhongshan" and said to Tang Yuqiu, "You go and do your work first, don't worry about me."
Tang Yuqiu made him a cup of tea and then sat back in the corner of the office.
Wan Jiabao took out his reading glasses from his pocket and put them on. He held the magazine and read it carefully, taking a sip of tea from time to time.
After about half an hour, he put down the magazine and turned to read Lin Weimin's manuscript.
Time passed slowly, the afternoon class had already begun, and the old man finally raised his head.
Reading in a fixed posture for a long time made him physically and mentally tired. He was over 70 years old and had taught for a whole morning. He should have taken a break at noon, but for Tang Yuqiu's request, he insisted on finishing the manuscript in his hand.
Tang Yuqiu had been paying attention to Wan Jiabao's reaction. When she saw that he had finished reading the manuscript, she went up to him and refilled his tea, and asked softly, "Would you like to get up and move around?"
Wan Jiabao nodded, "Okay."
He stood up and walked around the office, stretching his legs and feet, and the plot of the novel he had just read flashed through his mind from time to time.
"Xiao Tang!"
"Sir." Tang Yuqiu responded.
He first sighed: "Young people today are not like we were back then. Back then, all we thought about was saving the nation and its survival. We wrote as critically and profoundly as we could."
Hearing what he said, Tang Yuqiu felt a little nervous, fearing that what Lin Weimin wrote would not be acceptable to Mr. Wan Jiabao.
After a pause, he continued, "Now, the country is peaceful and the people are safe. Your little friend is rare. The conflicts in the two works are set up naturally, the plots are well-coordinated, and the characters are well-established. The most important thing is that while being popular, he can also integrate metaphysical things such as family and country justice."
Tang Yuqiu asked in surprise: "Sir, so you agree?"
Wan Jiabao pondered for a moment and nodded.
Tang Yuqiu was immediately overjoyed, and rolled his eyes again and again, "Sir, there are actually many good talents in our class, you..."
Wan Jiabao waved his hand before she finished speaking, "I'm old now, my time and energy are limited, and I have too many mundane affairs to attend to. It's not easy to train such a talent for your Institute of Literature and Art."
Seeing the old man's clear attitude, Tang Yuqiu did not insist any further.
It would be a success if we could sell Lin Weimin, this devil.
And on the other side.
After having lunch in the cafeteria with Shi Tiesheng, Lin Weimin took the initiative to push his wheelchair instead of Qu Xiaowei.
While chatting in the cafeteria, Lin Weimin learned that Shi Tiesheng was in very poor health.
On the way to send Shi Tiesheng back, several people continued to chat. Shi Tiesheng is an open-minded person and he doesn't mind sharing his experiences with others.
A few years ago, he went to the northwest to work in the countryside. One winter, for some reason, his legs suddenly became weak. When he returned to Beijing, his legs began to shrink. After a checkup, it was found that the problem was in his spine, where a tumor had grown.
With today's medical conditions, this is almost a terminal illness.
In order to treat his illness, the family owed several thousand yuan in foreign debt, which was an astronomical figure for an ordinary family in the 1980s.
To make matters worse, his mother died at the age of 49, leaving him and his 13-year-old sister alone.
Now, due to years of muscle atrophy and sitting in a wheelchair, Shi Tiesheng's lower limbs are paralyzed, his kidney function is severely damaged, and he suffers from uremia.
Lin Weimin listened to Shi Tiesheng and Qu Xiaowei's intermittent descriptions, his heart filled with sighs. Compared with this old man's misfortune, what was the suffering he had endured in the countryside?
The bus arrived at the station, and Lin Weimin got off with Shi Tiesheng on his back. Shi Tiesheng was a big guy, but he didn't have much flesh on his body, so it was uncomfortable to carry him on his back.
Back to the compound where Shi Tiesheng lived, I went into the house. He lived in a small room, only six or seven square meters. There was a bed and a desk in the room, and the remaining space was just enough for his wheelchair to make a small turn.
Shi Tiesheng was busy pouring water for Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei. A look of joy suddenly appeared on his face. "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that I will be moving in a while."
"Moving? Have you got your disability allowance and housing approved?" Qu Xiaowei asked in surprise.
Shi Tiesheng smiled and nodded, "It's done. We can move in next month. It's over at the Lama Temple, and the area is bigger than it is now."
"Hey, this is really great news, we should celebrate!" Qu Xiaowei was so happy that he was spinning around on the ground, looking even happier than if he himself had received these benefits.
"We should celebrate it when we move."
"Okay, when it's time to move, I'll help you move then."
Lin Weimin stretched out his hand, "Count me in, too."
Several people smiled at each other, their laughter filled with joy.
After staying in Shi Tiesheng's house for more than half an hour, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei left. They had asked for leave because Shi Tiesheng's health was not good and he could not stay outside for too long. They could only take leave in the afternoon and send him back first.
On the way back, Lin Weimin suddenly looked at Qu Xiaowei seriously, which made him feel creepy.
"What are you looking at?"
"It seems that you are not completely useless except for picking up girls."
"You uncle!"
I'm probably a sheep. I woke up several times last night feeling uncomfortable. My throat was tight and my body was sore, which basically matched the initial symptoms. I hope I won't suffer too much in the next few days. I'll post two updates first.
(End of this chapter)
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