Chapter 5 Great Writer
Lin Weimin felt insulted.
I treat you as my elder brother, but you want to be my father?
We are all revolutionary comrades. Isn’t it bullying to talk about seniority?
Besides, if you are my father, where do you put the teachers?
This is disrespecting the teacher and destroying ancestors!
The little mouth kept talking incoherently, and Jiao Yundian was confused, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
"Well...what Weimin said makes sense, then...then..." He had no choice but to surrender.
Huang Zonghan said: "We are all classmates, why do we care about the names?"
"That's right!" Lin Weimin reconsidered immediately, "Why do you always worry about so many details? Go out and eat. Eating is a big deal!"
He dragged a few people out. They didn't know how to argue anymore. They just felt that this kid was a rebellious person and not like a human being.
When I went out, I met Xiao Lin, who was leading a pretty young woman towards the dormitory.
"Hello, teachers!" Xiao Lin greeted everyone.
"Hello, Teacher Xiaolin, are there new students?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.
"Yes, this is Huang Anyi from Shanghai." Kobayashi introduced the woman behind him.
Lin Weimin's eyes suddenly lit up. He had heard of this name before. He must be a great writer.
"Classmate Huang, hello. We will be classmates from now on. My name is Lin Weimin, you can just call me Weimin." Lin Weimin would definitely not call himself Xiao Lin. It would be fine if he had the same name as the other, but the most important thing was that he was one generation lower than the other, which was a disadvantage and not his style.
No one present saw clearly how Lin Weimin shook Huang Anyi's hand.
His enthusiasm made the woman's face flush. She wanted to pull her hand back without leaving a trace, but she couldn't do it that quickly. She could only force a smile.
"Hello, Comrade Weimin."
“Hey!”
Lin Weimin responded and finally let go of his hand. Huang Anyi was obviously relieved.
"What then..."
Lin Weimin wanted to fully demonstrate his kindness and help Wang arrange a dormitory, but he glanced at Xiao Lin next to him and felt that he should not deprive him of his tool status.
"Can you guys say hello to classmate Huang?"
Lin Weimin was like a big brother commanding his men, and the three people standing behind him felt worse than if they had eaten shit.
It’s not that the three of them didn’t want to say hello, it’s just that Lin Weimin was too fast and reacted too enthusiastically, so they were too late!
"Hello, classmate Huang!"
"Hello, classmate An Yi!"
Huang Anyi bowed quickly, "Hello, teachers."
Unlike Lin Weimin, who looked like a greenhorn, Jiao Yundian and his companions had wrinkles all over their faces and were estimated to be over fifty years old. Huang Anyi naturally did not dare to neglect them.
Lin Weimin looked at the scene in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
This team is well led and they have great people's support!
"That's fine, that's it. Teacher Xiaolin, you can take An Yi to do some work first, and we'll talk later."
Lin Weimin walked in front, and three men in their forties or fifties behind him looked at the boy with a dilemma.
This kid really deserves a beating the more I look at him!
"If my son dares to talk to me like that, I will beat him to death!" Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao whispered secretly behind him.
Jiao Yundian nodded silently.
After the few people left, Huang Anyi's face returned to normal and she stared at Lin Weimin's back in a daze.
"Teacher Huang, let's go."
"Oh, okay!" Huang Anyi responded and quickly followed Xiaolin's pace.
Several people walked to the gate of D School. Xiaojing, who was in charge of welcoming new students, saw them and asked them where they were going. Lin Weimin said they were going to eat.
Xiaojing said that there was a cafeteria in the building where they lived, which was shared with School D.
Lin Weimin said that everyone wanted to go out for a meal. Xiao Lin glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "It's already past four o'clock, and the No. 18 bus will not run until six o'clock."
"ah!"
Huang Zonghan sighed with regret, "It's too late then, why don't we wait until we have a break before going out."
The area around School D is a bit remote, and there is only one bus, No. 18. It would be very inconvenient to go out if there were no buses.
"The cafeteria opens for lunch at 5:30," Xiaojing reminded.
“Then let’s eat in the cafeteria. Just treat it as getting to know new classmates.” Guo Yudao rarely said this.
"It's the only way."
Several people returned along the same route. There was still nearly an hour before dinner. Lin Weimin suggested going to other dormitories to take a look, which was unanimously agreed by everyone.
There are a total of 34 students in this class, both male and female, with more males than females. There is only one dormitory for females, while there are seven dormitories for males.
There are still two days before school starts, and most of the students have arrived. Except for one empty dormitory, the rest are occupied.
After walking around for a while, he became familiar with most of his classmates.
The taciturn Jia Dashan from northern Hebei, Qu Xiaowei, a native of Yanjing, Ni Zhanheng, a military writer, Huang Shimei, who is from Jichun like Huang Zonghan, and Huang Xiaoying, a girl who is still in college...
There are more than 20 classmates, coming from all corners of the country, working in a wide variety of industries, and generally speaking they are quite respectable.
There are almost no people like Lin Weimin who have no parents and are still working in the countryside.
After going through so much, this guy should be the youngest writer in this training class. Everyone was filled with sympathy after hearing about Lin Weimin's situation.
"Alas, it's not easy for Weimin!" Guo Yudao sighed rarely.
They are all in their forties or fifties and look at Lin Weimin as if he were their own child. How could such an experience not make people feel heartbroken?
While everyone was busy lamenting Lin Weimin's youth and success but also his miserable life, he was not idle either. He was busy counting stars.
"Gu Hua, I know this, "Furong Town". Huang Anyi, "The Song of Everlasting Regret". Jin Ying, "The Great Bather". He later became a leader in the literary and artistic circles."
Of the more than 30 students in this session, only these three seem to have names and works that can be counted. Among the rest, many are familiar, but their works are not heard much, such as Tang Kangmei, Jia Dashan, and An Shishan.
It may not seem impressive, but compared with the success rate of graduates from major performing arts schools in later generations, it is already very high.
After visiting the dormitories for a while, it was almost half past five, so Lin Weimin shouted at the top of his voice: "Brothers and sisters, it's time for dinner, go eat!"
The students in the dormitory showed their heads one after another.
Tang Kangmei is the oldest among the female classmates. She is thirty years old this year. When they were chatting just now, Lin Weimin found out that she had also worked in the countryside in Heilongjiang Province before.
She joked: "The word 'work' for the people is well used, and it has an indomitable spirit."
"That's right! We who work hard must have this kind of momentum. Only when we are full can we have the energy and sheer sheen to do our revolutionary work well!" Lin Weimin replied with a grin.
Everyone who walked out of the dormitory laughed. Eating is eating. It was the first time they heard the term "dry rice". They felt it was very fresh and the description was very vivid, which could create a picture in their minds in an instant.
More than twenty people walked towards the cafeteria, talking and laughing.
Huang Anyi fell behind. She was still chewing on the two words "干饭" said by Lin Weimin. She felt that the two words were used very skillfully. If she did not have a deep foundation in writing, she would never be able to say such a wonderful word.
She was once again deeply impressed by Lin Weimin. Just now, when she was chatting with him in the dormitory, she mentioned that the novel he wrote seemed to be called "A Matter of One Cent". She must read it if she has the chance.
(End of this chapter)
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