Chapter 8 A hugely expensive tea party for the start of school
That night, the people who shared the dormitory with Lin Weimin didn't see him until after ten o'clock, when he came back with a pile of books.
The next day all the students got up early. Today was a special day for everyone.
Early in the morning, there was a sound of slurping in the cafeteria which served as a classroom and auditorium. The tables originally used for dining were temporarily used as banquet tables, with bed sheets covered on them as tablecloths. Everyone could only eat with lunch boxes in their hands.
Lin Weimin held an aluminum lunch box in one hand, which contained millet porridge mixed with pickles, and a steamed bun in the other. He took a bite of the bun and a sip of the porridge, and his slurping sound was the loudest.
Qu Xiaowei was now Lin Weimin's worst friend in class. He said sarcastically, "Lin Weimin, I can hear your pigs rooting for food from two miles away. Can't you keep your voice down?"
Lin Weimin was not annoyed. He drank the porridge in the aluminum lunch box in one gulp, and stuffed the remaining steamed bun into his mouth, puffing his cheeks, looking very ungraceful yet unusually free and easy.
"We, the working people, cannot compare to you, the old Yanjing people, who are so particular. We are all poor people, so please bear with us. Don't you agree?"
After Lin Weimin finished speaking, he did not forget to incite the people around him.
When it comes to talking, not to mention the old Yanjing guys, even if the guys from Tianjin come, they are no match. Lin Weimin has the confidence.
With just one sentence, he put Qu Xiaowei in opposition to his classmates, and Qu Xiaowei could only stare blankly.
Tang Kangmei seized the opportunity to say, "That's right, Qu Xiaowei, what do you mean? Is it bothering you if we make some noise while eating?"
She was the leader of the girls' dormitory. As soon as she finished speaking, the girls in the dormitory cheered, "That's right!"
The rest of the crowd also started to stir up trouble. Qu Xiaowei saw that the situation was not good and quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong, it was my fault for being mean! Please don't bear grudges against me, gentlemen."
Tang Kangmei was satisfied, "That's pretty good."
Jiang Zilong smiled and said to the person beside him: "When it comes to talking, I'm afraid no one in our class can rival Wei Min."
Jiao Yundian, with wrinkles on his face, nodded sympathetically, and recalled the fear he felt when he was dominated by Lin Weimin when discussing seniority the day before yesterday.
How come this bastard is so good at talking?
When everyone was about to finish their meal, Tang Yuqiu, the teacher in charge of the students, walked into the cafeteria and said, "Everyone, hurry up and eat. Our meeting and tea party will officially start at 9 o'clock. The leaders and lecturers of the Cultural Association will arrive around 8:30. After dinner, the male comrades will help put the food on the table."
Everyone responded in unison and quickened their eating pace. The slurping sounds turned into gulping sounds, and the battle was over in less than two minutes.
The institute specially "spent a huge amount of money" to buy some food for this tea party. It's no exaggeration. I heard from Xiao Lin that it cost more than ten yuan in total.
Although the institute takes meticulous care of the students' lives, other places are very stingy. The expense of a dozen dollars even alarmed the director Xu Gang.
Of course, you can’t buy anything good for a dozen yuan, just some powder biscuits that are not too sweet, low-grade tea with a smoky smell, and big, plump peanuts.
Don’t ask how Lin Weimin knew this, he wasn’t the only one who tasted it.
"Why are there so many fewer peanuts?" Tang Yuqiu asked.
Lin Weimin subconsciously shrank his neck, and the other male students around him were too guilty to dare to speak.
Tang Yuqiu knew what was going on without having to think. She rolled her eyes at the immature male comrades and scolded them unhappily, "Hurry up and separate. Behave yourself!"
Everyone felt guilty and their hands moved more and more skillfully. If you didn’t know, you would have thought they were in court before liberation!
While everyone was busy, the leaders and teachers of the institute also arrived one after another.
The Institute of Literature was restored after being closed in 1980, a full 23 years since it was closed in 1957. The old people, headed by Director Xu Gang, seemed a little excited, with smiles on their faces that they tried hard to suppress.
Lin Weimin felt that this expression was very complex, and if it were put into a movie, it would definitely be a micro-expression performance that would win him the Best Actor award.
Around half past eight, lecturers from the institute arrived one after another. There were not many people, just five: Wu Zuxiang, Yuan Kejia, Wang Chaowen, Wang Meng, and Wan Jiabao.
Wan Jiabao is a monument in the Chinese drama world. The old man is very wealthy and smiles at everyone he sees. Huang Zonghan saw that the old man's expression was almost out of control, and he kept his big hands on Lin Weimin's shoulders, squeezing them until they turned white.
The other students were similar, looking at the lecturers with excitement and delight on their faces.
The only person Lin Weimin recognized by face was Wang Meng. He knew him when he was watching “锵锵三人行” before traveling through time. At that time, Wang Meng was already over 80 years old. At this time, Wang Meng was still a young old man in the prime of life. Well, 56, not too old.
Among the students, Lao Jiaojiao Yundian has the most stable emotions. He is of the same generation as Wang Meng. He published his famous work "Sending Land" a year earlier than Wang Meng published his famous work "A Young Man Comes to the Organization Department".
Of course, Lao Jiao can’t compare with others now.
Lin Weimin bumped Lao Jiao with his shoulder and said with a sly smile, "Lao Jiao, go say hello!"
As a scholar, one must be gentle, respectful, frugal, and take wise people as his teachers. No matter what, one must be decent.
Lin Weimin stared at Lao Jiao's numb face and saw his face twitch. He squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Evil beast!"
Seeing that Lao Jiao had broken down, Lin Weimin was very pleased and said sarcastically, "Look at this, how rude of you to scold the teacher?"
Jiao Yundian finally couldn't control his emotions and bent down to take off his shoes. Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Weimin quickly hid behind Guo Yudao.
Guo Yudao stopped Jiao Yundian, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, why are you fussing over a kid like him?"
Then he turned to Lin Weimin and said, "You too, always being disrespectful."
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "It's just a joke!"
Of course, Jiao Yundian didn't really want to beat Lin Weimin, it was just that the kid was too mean, and sometimes he just couldn't control his emotions and wanted to use the same methods he used on his son on him.
After snorting twice, Lao Jiao didn't bother to argue with Lin Weimin anymore, mainly because the occasion was inappropriate.
Lin Weimin felt much better after he had made Lao Jiao angry.
Last night, the old men scolded him and ate a lot of peanuts. The most important thing was that each of them rubbed his head, and Lao Jiao rubbed the hardest.
Disrespectful to the elderly!
Lin Weimin was laughing and saw the pretty Shanghai girl Huang Anyi looking at him curiously.
There were two tables between the two of them. Huang Anyi must have seen the quarrel between Lin Weimin and Lao Jiao just now. He grinned at Huang Anyi, but the girl shyly avoided his sight and turned her head away.
What an innocent time it was. People would feel shy just by smiling at a girl.
It’s not like in later generations, when you tell a joke to a girl and she tells you something even more shocking, and the guy becomes shy.
Just as he was daydreaming, Xu Gang, who had gone to greet the leader, led several old comrades into the auditorium.
The students began to talk and whisper to each other.
"Hey, Shatin!"
"Chen Huangmei!"
Seeing everyone knowing everything, Lin Weimin couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that he was really ignorant. He only thought that he was a leader. But looking at everyone's reactions, they were definitely literature fans!
(End of this chapter)
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