Chapter 148

Wei Ming didn't expect that the influence of his other pen name among children could radiate to the frontier area. The corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.

Seeing that Wei Ming was not angry because his favorite author was not him, Cui Cuicui took out a January issue of "Children's Literature," opened "The Legend of the Heavenly Book," and said, "I especially like this story. I really, really didn't expect you to come over. It's just like a dream!"

Fan mentality. Cui's father laughed and gently stroked his daughter's head, "Writer Wei writes serious literature. How could he know a children's writer? They are not in the same system."

Wei Ming: "I know."

Cui's father: "..."

Wei Ming took the magazine, took out a pen, and wrote the name "Wei Shenme" on it, along with a blessing for little friend Cui Cuicui.

Cui Cuicui was stunned for a moment before reacting, "I want Wei Shenme's autograph. This belongs to signing on behalf of someone."

Wei Ming put away his fountain pen, "To tell you the truth, I am Wei Shenme, and Wei Shenme is me."

Uncle and cousin didn't understand what happened, but Cui's father and Cui Cuicui had already said that sentence: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

And the two were very confident, firmly not believing that Wei Ming could be two famous writers alone.

Wei Ming smiled, "Please help me get a pencil, and find a piece of white paper with better quality."

Cui Cuicui hurriedly ran into the study and soon came out and asked, "What are you going to do?"

I saw Wei Ming skillfully drawing on the paper surface. Not long after, a picture of an egg-born eating a pancake was completed.

"How about it? Can you prove it now?"

"Prove what? You didn't draw it like it either." Cui Cuicui compared it.

Long Xiaoyang supported his cousin, "I think it's quite like it."

There was indeed a slight difference. Wei Ming coughed awkwardly, "The illustration is mainly the responsibility of my friend Liu Rulong. Wait a minute, I'll draw another one."

Next, Wei Ming drew a picture of the Black Cat Detective.

"In the March issue of 'Children's Literature,' Wei Shenme's new novel 'Black Cat Detective' will be published. When you look at the illustration of the black cat to see if it looks like this, you will know if what I said is true. I can't lie to a child."

Looking at the spirited detective, Cui Cuicui was already half-believing, and Cui's father completely believed it, mainly believing that a famous writer would not lie to a child.

"Writer Wei, you, you are a great talent!" Cui's father said excitedly, "Children's literature is not easy to write. It requires the author to have a childlike heart, and while writing children's literature, you are also writing serious literature. Your brain must be very split!"

Wei Ming nodded vigorously, "Brother Cui, you are right. Every time I write children's literature, I have to think about my two five-year-old cousins. Thinking about the way they look at things, sometimes I become very childish myself."

At this time, Long Xiaoyang had already borrowed the magazine from Cui Cuicui to read Wei Shenme's works, and then he was pleasantly surprised to find that his cousin's novels also had things he could understand!

Wei Ming said to Cui Cuicui again, "Next month, 'The Legend of the Heavenly Book' will be published as a book. When the time comes, I will send you an autographed copy, and there will be many new illustrations that haven't been released before."

Cui Cuicui immediately beamed with joy, "Thank you, Brother Wei Shenme!"

After a while, Dr. Xu brought Zhu Lin over. Wei Ming hurriedly gave up his seat and let her sit, "Sister Lin, sit here. Do you feel better? Can you eat?"

Others were seeing Zhu Lin's appearance clearly for the first time, and they were instantly amazed. Although her face was pale from illness, it didn't hide her natural beauty.

"Much better." Then she looked at the others.

Wei Ming hurriedly introduced them. Zhu Lin saw that Wei Ming's elders were also there, hesitated, but still called them "Uncle."

And Cui Cuicui felt that Zhu Lin should be about the same age as her mother. She hesitated and called her "Sister."

Wei Ming cast an appreciative look at her.

"Sister, you are so beautiful. Are you an actor?" Cui Cuicui asked again.

Zhu Lin smiled and responded, "I am not a professional actor, but I am indeed filming now."

Wei Ming asked Dr. Xu, "Sister Yingying, can she return to the crew in her current situation?"

"What return? It's so cold at night. If she jolts again, my medicine will be in vain. Stay here tonight. Let Xiao Zhu live with Cui Cui. I will give her another injection tomorrow, and it should be almost done."

Wei Ming laughed, "Actually, I think so too."

Although the fever had temporarily subsided, Zhu Lin couldn't eat anything now. It was a pity for this pot of delicious mushroom soup, so Dr. Xu suggested letting her lose some glucose.

If there is no one watching the infusion now, it is easy to have blood return. Wei Ming took the task of watching her, accompanied her to lose the infusion in the clinic, where there was a light, and Wei Ming could also read the books and magazines of Cui's father.

Seeing that Long Xiaoyang was still stretching his neck to see what his cousin and the beautiful sister were doing in the clinic, Xu Cunmao grabbed his collar, "Go, go to sleep!"

Seeing Wei Ming holding a book about Yunnan geography and reading with relish, Zhu Lin supported her chin with one hand, thinking that this broken book is better-looking than me.

"When are you leaving?" Finally, Zhu Lin broke the silence.

Wei Ming first looked at the infusion bottle, and then said, "I plan to go back tomorrow. My parents are still waiting for us in Sichuan and Chongqing. This time I didn't find Little Aunt. I plan to run to a few more places during the summer vacation."

Tomorrow, huh. Zhu Lin didn't expect that she had just experienced the joy of meeting an old friend, and she was about to part ways in a blink of an eye.

Seeing Zhu Lin's obvious reluctance, Wei Ming smiled, "We can communicate by letter in the future. You like listening to songs, right? I have been developing in the music circle recently. Do you know about this?"

Zhu Lin looked at him in surprise, "I don't know."

"Oh, that's a waste," Wei Ming said, "I wrote a few songs recently and am about to release a tape. Do you want to listen?"

"You, write lyrics?"

Wei Ming: "Five lyrics, four of which I composed."

Zhu Lin's interest increased greatly, "Then sing it to me now."

Wei Ming: "After all, I am not a professional singer, so I declare in advance that if I sing badly, it doesn't mean my songs are written poorly."

Zhu Lin had a bad premonition. Could it be that you wrote it poorly? Wei Ming: "Four of them are children's songs, so I won't sing them. I'll sing the last one for you, called 'In the Hopeful Fields'."

Zhu Lin was startled, and then she heard Wei Ming sing the familiar melody and lyrics.

Wei Ming didn't sing very well, but it wasn't bad either. As he sang, he suddenly found that Zhu Lin was singing along.

So Wei Ming gradually lowered his volume, and the duet became Zhu Lin's solo.

It's just that people like to gesture with both hands when singing now. Seeing that Zhu Lin had this trend, Wei Ming hurriedly got up and pressed her arm that was losing the infusion. If you want to gesture, gesture with that one.

In this posture, Zhu Lin finished a song and said excitedly, "You wrote this song?!"

"Right, it seems you listen to it often."

"Of course. Although I didn't bring it, our crew has a recorder. I can often hear it on the radio recently, and almost everyone in our crew can sing it!"

Wei Ming: "That's good. I'll send you a tape when it comes out."

"But how can you write songs?" Zhu Lin was still suspicious.

!

Wei Ming: "I can learn many things at Peking University. I learned it from a musician who was collecting folk songs at Peking University. One of the songs I wrote, 'The Little Girl Picking Mushrooms,' was composed by her."

"How to sing it."

"I will be very ashamed to sing this."

Zhu Lin laughed wickedly, "So how to sing it."

Wei Ming went all out and sang it once.

Zhu Lin was indeed amused, showing her big teeth and laughing.

Fortunately, Wei Ming had been pressing her arm, so it didn't go out of the vein.

"You are so talented!" she praised, "But this song of yours reminds me of a Yunnan folk song, which is also related to mushrooms."

"What you want to say wouldn't be white stems, red umbrellas..."

Zhu Lin: "After eating, lie on the board together! You have heard of it too!"

She was very surprised, feeling that this little Wei was on the same frequency as her, and could always talk to the same place. This is called having a common language.

And Wei Ming looked at her happy and jumping appearance, feeling that her illness had already healed.

Wei Ming looked at the infusion bottle again, and it had only gone down half. That is to say, they could still chat for a while. It's really good.

Next, Wei Ming asked Zhu Lin which hospital in Yanjing was the best for rheumatism.

This was asking the right person. Zhu Lin recommended him to go to Peking Union Medical College Hospital, not just because of its fame, but because the hospital had just established a Department of Rheumatology and Immunology, which was one of the earliest hospitals in China to establish this department.

They probably went to sleep at ten o'clock, and didn't disturb Dr. Xu. Zhu Lin pulled out the needle herself. Only then did she realize that Wei Ming was still holding her arm.

Wei Ming didn't let go, and supported her to Cui Cuicui's room.

Early the next morning, Zhu Lin was refreshed. Dr. Xu didn't give her another injection, but Zhu Lin added some common medicines from her.

Next, Dr. Xu would send Zhu Lin back on horseback, and she would visit several villages around to see patients.

Brother Cui Sheng helped Wei Ming and the others contact a car to Yuxi.

Wei Ming took out his camera from his bag, "Let's take a photo before leaving!"

There were two photos in total. One was Zhu Lin taking a picture of Wei Ming and the others and the Cui family of three. Although the search for relatives failed, meeting is fate.

There was also one taken by Brother Cui Sheng for Wei Ming and Zhu Lin.

Wei Ming thought to himself, he already had a group photo with Sister Xue, but not with Sister Lin. This won't do. He had always treated everyone equally, so he must arrange it.

However, there were two light bulbs in the group photo with Sister Xue, so he had to make up for it later.

Zhu Lin attached great importance to their first group photo, and tidied up in front of the mirror for a long time. Dr. Xu also thoughtfully applied her cream to her. Zhu Lin's skin was indeed darker under the Yunnan sun, but it was much better after applying it.

"Sister Lin, then let's see you again. Let's keep in touch by letter."

"Well, don't forget your tape, and this photo."

Cui Cuicui: "And my 'The Legend of the Heavenly Book'!"

Zhu Lin, who returned to the crew, was warmly welcomed by everyone, and she found that the actor Yu Ping, who stayed behind at the Yuxi guesthouse, also came.

Yu Ping grabbed her arm and asked, "Xiao Zhu, where is your friend, the great writer Wei Ming? Director Wu Tianming wants to talk to him about cooperation. Can you help me introduce him?"

"Ah? He just left."

"Where did he go?"

Zhu Lin: "Where you came from."

Yu Ping: "..."

(Is there any monthly ticket~)

(End of chapter)