Chapter 61 Graduation
When he was about to graduate from the Institute of Literature, Shi Tiesheng was discharged from the hospital. In fact, it was mainly because the National Day was approaching and Shi Tiesheng's condition had improved greatly, so he chose to be discharged from the hospital.
On the day of discharge, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei went to help. During the hospitalization, Shi Tiesheng had a cystostomy because of frequent urine retention leading to hydronephrosis.
Before leaving, Shi Tiesheng asked the doctor a question: "Doctor Bai, how many years can I live?"
Doctor Bai said: "Optimistically speaking, it will take at least another ten years."
Shi Tiesheng was very happy after hearing this and said, "I have made money for ten years."
What Lin Weimin admires most about Shi Tiesheng is his open-mindedness.
After helping Shi Tiesheng return to his home at No. 26 Lama Temple Street, Shi's father prepared a meal to get rid of the bad luck.
During the meal, they talked about the upcoming graduation from the Institute of Literature, and Shi Tiesheng became concerned about Lin Weimin's work.
"Everything is arranged, just waiting for graduation."
Hearing Lin Weimin's words, Shi Tiesheng showed a relieved expression on his face.
Qu Xiaowei said with envy and hatred: "Don't worry about him. He has Mr. Wan as his teacher and works as an editor for Contemporary Magazine. He is the best in our class."
Shi Tiesheng nodded, "Indeed, not everyone can have such an opportunity. Weimin is a blessed person."
"How can I be considered a blessed person? At best, I am lucky."
"No matter whether it is blessing or luck, it is still enviable," Qu Xiaowei concluded.
“Haha, well said.”
After staying at Shi Tiesheng's home until the afternoon, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei returned to the Institute of Literature.
The institute is in a state of panic right now. The farewell banquet for teachers was a climax of the institute's life. From that day on, the students in the class seemed to be waiting for the day when it would end.
From the start of school in April to graduation in October, half a year has passed in a flash, and tomorrow is the graduation day.
Jiang Zilong and Zhang Lin went from house to house and when they arrived at Lin Weimin's dormitory, they handed several notebooks to Lin Weimin.
"Weimin, please leave your home addresses and contact information so that we can contact you if there is anything in the future."
Jiao Yundian and several others wrote down their addresses and contact information in the notebook one by one, but when it came to Lin Weimin, he was in trouble.
He didn't know what to write.
Longjiang countryside is a place where people work in the countryside, and it is impossible for me to go back. My hometown in Fengtian has nothing but an old house and not even a dog.
He did stay in Yanjing, but now he has no place to live.
After much thought, he could only write the address as "Contemporary Editorial Office, No. 166 Chaonei Street".
"Weimin, you..."
Only a few people in the dormitory and Qu Xiaowei knew that Lin Weimin stayed at "Contemporary" as an editor.
Lin Weimin explained: "I will stay in Yanjing from now on."
Considering that Lin Weimin had previously communicated with "Contemporary" to help his classmates release an album, Jiang Zilong and Zhang Lin immediately understood what he meant. He must have stayed to work at "Contemporary".
"Congratulations!"
"Congratulations, Weimin!"
The two of them congratulated Lin Weimin with a smile, feeling a little envious.
Not everyone can have the same experience as Lin Weimin. Among the more than 30 students in the class, the one who has changed the most since coming to the Institute of Literature is undoubtedly Lin Weimin.
After Jiang Zilong and Zhang Lin left, the news that Lin Weimin was about to work for Contemporary Magazine quickly spread throughout the Institute of Literature.
This allowed Lin Weimin to become famous again as he was about to graduate.
The classmates rushed to congratulate him, and also expressed their envy and jealousy.
The next day, the Institute of Literature held its graduation ceremony.
Compared with the flourishing ceremony at the beginning of the school year, the graduation ceremony was a bit bleak. Several leaders from the Cultural Association came, but most of the people were teachers and students from the institute.
After the leaders finished their speeches, they began to award completion certificates.
Those little red notebooks are the testimony of the past six months.
Lin Weimin held the certificate of completion in his hand, feeling mixed emotions.
The ceremony was basically over at this point, but class leaders like Jiang Zilong and Zhang Lin were not happy and insisted that the teachers say a few words to everyone.
Teacher Tang Yuqiu, who is in charge of student affairs, teachers You Xiaoshan and Wang Yifen, typist Xiaolin, librarian Xiaojing...
Everyone walked up to the podium as their names were called, and their eyes were red before they could say a few words.
After half a year of getting along, everyone has already become familiar with each other, and facing separation, they are naturally sad.
After the teachers finished their intermittent speeches, the students spontaneously went to the podium and talked about what they had gained and felt during their six months of study and life at the Institute of Literature and Research.
For a moment, tears were flowing from the stage and the audience.
After everyone had finally finished speaking, the ceremony finally came to an end.
Director Xu Gang came to the stage and told everyone a good news.
"The institute has applied for three months of creative leave for each of you students. You can write until the end of the year without having to go to work!"
There was an instant burst of cheers from the audience.
For the students, there is no better news than this right now.
After spending half a year of abundant study and life at the Institute of Literature and Research and suddenly returning to work, most people really need a buffer, and this three-month creative vacation is the perfect buffer.
Having said this news, the graduation ceremony is really coming to an end.
Everyone couldn't help but shake hands and hug each other, expressing their true feelings.
After Lin Weimin hugged a few boys in the class who he got along well with, he turned around and saw Huang Anyi looking at him with a complicated expression. Without thinking, he took the initiative to hug her. Huang Anyi's face immediately turned red, and there was a burst of booing around.
The graduation ceremony ended like this.
When everyone returned to the dormitory, many people had already packed their luggage and most of their train tickets had been bought for today and tomorrow.
After a brief farewell, everyone packed their bags.
Those classmates who were leaving tomorrow sent them to the No. 18 bus stop. This was the bus they took when they first came.
The students got on the bus one by one, turned around, waved, and said goodbye.
The No. 18 bus became smaller and smaller in my eyes until it disappeared.
On the last night in the dormitory, everyone pooled their money to buy food and drinks and drank until dawn.
Early in the morning, the No. 18 bus stop repeated the scene of yesterday.
This time, all the students of the fifth batch of the Institute of Literature and Art really showed up.
The only person around Lin Weimin was Qu Xiaowei, a native of Yanjing. He was looking at the back of the bus and muttering to himself.
"Goodbye, Lao Jiao!"
"Goodbye, Old Huang!"
"Goodbye, Lao Guo!"
After standing there in a daze for a long while, Lin Weimin came back to his senses when he heard Qu Xiaowei's call.
"Okay, don't be sad, it's not like we won't see each other anymore."
Lin Weimin said calmly: "How many times can we meet?"
Qu Xiaowei was silent.
Yes, even if we meet again in the future, how can we get back the feelings we had back then?
"Okay, that's enough, let's go! Come to our house and play when you have time!"
Qu Xiaowei left Lin Weimin with a dashing back view.
Lin Weimin returned to the Institute of Literature. The bustling scene of the past had disappeared, leaving only emptiness and loneliness. He sat on his bed in the dormitory, feeling lost.
"For the people!" Teacher Tang Yuqiu's voice came from the door.
"Teacher Tang!" Lin Weimin responded.
"Contemporary Magazine called the institute and said your work transfer order has been sent to the Northeast. You have to go back to handle the transfer of your file and household registration."
Lin Weimin was shocked. He had been busy for such a long time, wasn't this the moment he was waiting for?
"I understand, Mr. Tang. I'll get ready right away."
"Okay, be careful on your way back."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Tang."
Lin Weimin packed up his things and walked out of the Institute of Cultural Research.
At the gate of D School, Xiao Jing was cleaning the entrance with a broom. Today was the graduation ceremony and the entrance was in a mess.
"Weimin, are you leaving?" Xiaojing greeted Lin Weimin.
"Let's go, Xiaojing!"
Lin Weimin said something to Xiaojing and took a big step forward, just as he had done when he came.
The first volume is finished.
(End of this chapter)
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