Chapter 7 Luxurious Lecturer Lineup
Qu Xiaowei took Lin Weimin to travel around half of Yanjing and visited many post offices, but the harvest of Gengshen Monkey Stamps was not rich.
Four full pages of Gengshen Monkey Stamps, plus more than 120 scattered Monkey Stamps.
They even did not let go of the small post office at the gate of Chaoyang District Committee D School and bought out all the remaining twenty or so monkey stamps there.
Lin Weimin was a kind man and he forced more than twenty monkey tickets into Qu Xiaowei's pocket.
"Take this monkey ticket. Trust me, you will have a good time in the future!"
Lin Weimin is mysterious and acts like a charlatan.
Qu Xiaowei couldn't persuade him and could only put all the monkey stamps away.
After a day of getting along, the two of them became more familiar with each other and began to address each other casually. Qu Xiaowei was 27 or 28 years old, several years older than Lin Weimin. When Lin Weimin called him "brother", he didn't mind at all, but joked: "If you were my brother, I would be your father!"
"There are many people who want to be my father, who are you?"
Lin Weimin's self-deprecating remark left Qu Xiaowei speechless, and he gave a thumbs up.
"You're awesome! I can't even bring myself to say that!"
Lin Weimin nodded and said, "That's right. As long as you are shameless enough, your opponents will be afraid of you."
But he wasn't saying this nonsense, after all, he was the father of the same dormitory!
After shopping for a day, I spent nearly 40 yuan on stamps, more than 20 yuan on daily necessities, and more than 3 yuan and two kilograms of food coupons on lunch.
Lin Weimin treated him to lunch, so it at least delayed Qu Xiaowei for a day.
Whenever Lin Weimin thought of Qu Xiaowei's voracious eating at lunch, his heart couldn't help but tremble. It was only this time.
The landlord doesn’t have any surplus food!
He made nearly seventy yuan a day, which was equivalent to nearly one-third of the belongings that Lin Weimin had saved during his more than one year of time traveling. It was really too extravagant.
Keep a low profile! Keep a low profile!
The monkey stamps can't be converted into cash in a short period of time, so I have to spend the money I have sparingly.
When they returned to the District Committee D School, it was already time for dinner in the evening. As soon as they got back, they received a piece of news.
The institute is planning to hold a tea party for the start of the school year, and the date is set for tomorrow.
Just today, all 34 students from the fifth term of the Institute of Literature have arrived.
In order to promote communication between students and teachers and to make everyone get to know each other, the leaders decided to hold this opening tea party.
Tomorrow is the day of the tea party. The Institute of Literature is busy. Lin Weimin meets the leaders of the institute for the first time.
The Institute of Literature has just been restored and now has a preparatory group. The group leader is Xu Gang, who is also the director, a man born in the 1950s. There is also Gu Jianzhi, who is a member of the preparatory group and deputy director, and under him are Huang Jianqing, Li Qingquan and others.
In addition, there are several female teachers stationed on campus, including You Xiaoshan, Tang Yuqiu, Wang Yifen and others. The teachers who actually teach at the institute are all literary giants and top figures in various professions, and they do not usually participate in these mundane affairs.
Even after dinner, the institute was still busy. Everyone was busy with their own tasks, regardless of whether they were leaders or comrades. Even the students were busy, so Lin Weimin naturally couldn't fall behind.
The tea party was held in the classroom of the research institute, which was also the cafeteria of School D. Everyone put four small tables in the cafeteria together to form a large table, and then covered it with a bed sheet to pretend to be a tablecloth.
A temporary podium was set up in front of the classroom. I don’t know which teacher wrote the banner above the wall. It read “The Fifth Opening Tea Party of the Institute of Literature”, a line of majestic calligraphy.
In this way, the venue was arranged into a simple and elegant one.
After finishing the work, the leaders and teachers said a few words and then dispersed. The students returned to the dormitory with some excitement. All they talked about was the tea party that would start tomorrow. More than a dozen people gathered in Lin Weimin's dormitory.
"I heard that Chen Huangmei, Sha Ting and Feng Mu will be here tomorrow!" Huang Zonghan heard this gossip from somewhere.
Lin Weimin didn't know these names before, but he had been traveling through time for more than a year and had some understanding of the literary world of this era. These people were all famous figures.
Each of them is a prolific writer, and although there is still a certain gap between them and the well-known literary masters among the common people, their literary achievements cannot be ignored in this era. The most important thing is that they are now deputy leaders of the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, which is equivalent to deputy ministerial-level cadres.
Come to think of it, although the Institute of Literature looks like a run-down place now, its level is quite serious. Four years later, it will be transformed into a national academy of literature and become the cradle of future Chinese writers.
"This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that I heard that they will also give us lectures!" Qu Xiaowei said with a beaming eyebrow.
"It's not just them..." Gu Hua raised his eyebrows and listed them all, "Xiao Jun, Wan Jiabao, Wu Zuxiang, Yuan Kejia, Wang Chaowen, Wang Meng..."
"Stop, stop, stop. Master, don't think about me. Master, don't think about me!" Cheng Shixu covered his head exaggeratedly.
Everyone in the dormitory laughed.
Every name that Gu Hua just read out was well-known to everyone. They were all well-known names in the contemporary literary world. When they thought that such great people would teach students in the future, everyone felt longing.
"Old Huang, pinch me!"
The dull Guo Yudao suddenly said something that made everyone smile.
really!
Such an opportunity is like a dream.
In fact, many of the people present are already emerging novelists in the literary world. They all have their own representative works and have won national awards. People like Jiang Zilong, Ye Wenling, and Jiao Yundian are even delegates to the Third National Writers' Congress.
Among the students in this period, middle-aged people in their thirties are the backbone, and there are also students in their forties such as Jiao Yundian and Guo Yudao.
The rest, such as Qu Xiaowei, Huang Anyi, Huang Xiaoying and others are all in their twenties. Lin Weimin just turned twenty this year and is the youngest student in this period.
Even though this group of people have already gained some fame and have produced works, they are still filled with anxiety and excitement when faced with such a luxurious lineup of lecturers, and they are filled with certain unspeakable expectations and ambitions for their future.
With so many literary giants giving lectures one by one, even the son of a literary giant doesn’t have this treatment. Who wouldn’t be proud?
Everyone's eyes unconsciously emptied and they fell into fantasy.
"Click!" A crisp sound woke everyone up, and more than a dozen heads turned towards the direction of the sound.
Lin Weimin smiled embarrassedly, "You guys talk about your own things, don't bother with me."
Some people wanted to continue chatting, and Qu Xiaowei pointed at the peanuts in Lin Weimin's hand and asked, "Where did you get these peanuts?"
Lin Weimin pursed his lips and said, "I brought it myself."
"Report!" Cheng Shixu raised his hand, "I report that Lin Weimin just stole the peanuts from the table!"
Everyone despised.
Lin Weimin tried to defend himself, "I'm still young and growing..."
"Eh~"
Not only despise, but also spit on.
"When you are young, you steal needles; when you grow up, you steal gold."
“Don’t do evil, no matter how small it is.”
"This kid has narrowed his path!"
The old men each took a handful, the dormitory was empty, and Lin Weimin’s pockets were empty too!
(End of this chapter)
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