Chapter 152

Mei Wenhua looked at the guesthouse with great reluctance: "Brother Ming, have the uncle and aunt eaten? Or should I go get some."

Wei Ming: "They ate at the train station."

Biaozi was still the honest one, asking what was in his heart: "Brother Ming, don't you just have one younger sister? How come they say you brought two back?"

"Oh, one is my biological sister, one is my cousin from my uncle's side." After Wei Ming finished speaking, he suddenly realized why these two guys were so active.

He hummed lightly: "My sister is only 14, and although my cousin is 18, my uncle has a very violent temper. There was a guy locally who had designs on my sister. He was quite a spirited young man originally, but now he's only less than 1.6 meters tall."

"Why?" Biaozi was shocked.

Mei Wenhua had the look of a smart aleck: "Don't even understand this? Must have broken his legs!"

"Scared me to death, I thought his head was gone!" Biaozi hurriedly assured: "Brother Ming, you know me, I already have Yanzi!"

"Oh, then how are you two progressing?"

Biaozi: "We two are doing great now. During the time you were gone, we kissed quite a few times."

Looking at his smug appearance, Mei Wenhua's teeth ached with anger, and then he also assured: "Brother Ming, you also know me, I like older women."

Wei Ming: Why do I feel like you're being sarcastic toward me?

Next, Wei Ming said to Biaozi: "Kissing is fine, but don't let people see you. Be careful of being swept away as a hooligan."

Although it's not '83 now, still be careful.

Biaozi nodded: "We are careful, it's just that Little Li saw us twice."

Wei Ming was amused. He loves watching that much? Once wasn't enough?

Later, when the three of them passed the small shop, Wei Ming bought quite a few envelopes, letter paper, and stamps. He had quite a few letters to reply to.

Returning to the long-lost South Gate post, Wei Ming was quickly surrounded by his colleagues. They chattered and praised Wei Ming's novels and music, and inquired about his experiences during the Chinese New Year. After all, everyone yearns for legends.

Wei Ming focused on talking about the experience of catching the panda, which made this group of people incredibly envious.

"When I get the photos developed, I'll let everyone see them. They're color photos too."

After the crowd dispersed, the colleague at the gate post handed him a small notebook.

"Brother Ming, this is the record of calls and people coming to Peking University to find you during this time."

"Oh my, too much trouble for you guys," Wei Ming glanced at it. There were times, numbers, names, and events.

For example, editors from several major literary journals had contacted him, Pacific had also made several calls, and the key was several film studios; there were too many who wanted to cooperate with him.

Among them, Director Wu Tianming of the Xi'an Er Yingchang was the most active. Not only did he make multiple calls, but the message was also very long, expressing full sincerity for cooperation, wanting to film his "Herding Class."

As for the Beijing Er Yingchang and the Shanghai Animation Er Yingchang, they were mainly urging for manuscripts. He still owed them three scripts, two long and one short.

"Too detailed, thank you brothers for your hard work. Let's eat together when I'm done!" Wei Ming always kept his word; if he wanted to treat, he would treat everyone at this post.

Afterward, they went downstairs to the dormitory. Brother Feng and his wife went back to Shandong to visit relatives after the New Year, so it was just the three of them.

Wei Ming's bed was covered with various letters, and he was also troubled. He couldn't buy another cabinet, that would take up too much dormitory space.

Biaozi said: "Brother Ming, these are reader letters, these are editor letters, maybe there are manuscript fee slips inside. You can look at them first later."

Wei Ming scanned them and found one from Pacific and one from "Children's Literature." There should be money inside.

He nodded: "What about those two from Hong Kong?"

Mei Wenhua dug the letters out from under the office cabinet Wei Ming bought: "Here, I hid them."

Wei Ming took them and looked. The handwriting of one of them was the same as the first one received earlier, obviously written by a young woman, the handwriting light and handsome.

The handwriting of the other letter was much more vigorous. One look and you could tell the writer had some age.

Both letters were sent from Sai Wan, Central and Western District, Hong Kong Island, but the specific addresses were not the same.

The sender of the first letter wrote "Mao Mao Amin," and the latter was "Old Ghost."

Wei Ming was most concerned about the letters from Hong Kong, but he didn't expect there to be two.

He turned and said: "Alright, you guys go do your own things, I have something to do, leaving first."

Wei Ming didn't open them in front of the two, but found a quiet, empty place to tear open the letters.

He first looked at the one signed "Mao Mao Amin," after all, the first one was written by her.

"Wei Ming:

Hello, I am a middle school student in Hong Kong. You can call me Mao Mao Amin. Can we be friends?"

Just looking at the first paragraph, Wei Ming frowned. What the hell, this is actually a letter asking to be friends?

Could it be a code?

He continued reading. "You must be someone with excellent academic performance, but don't look down on me. Although I am only a Form 1 student and my academic performance is average, living in Hong Kong, we have access to a wider range of information. I know many things about the outside world that you don't know. If you want to know anything, you can ask me. I will do my best to help you understand the world outside."

Tsk tsk tsk, this full sense of superiority, but she is a warm-hearted person.

"After all, pen pals should know everything and help each other. Then if I ask about some things on your side, you will tell me too, right?"

Wei Ming immediately became vigilant. Could this be a spy? Suddenly felt this letter was a bit hot to handle.

"I really like music. What music is popular in the mainland now? Do you have pop music there? Are there any famous singers?"

Wei Ming rubbed his chin. The popular music now should be the "The Spring of the Herding Class" album, right?

He continued reading.

"You probably haven't heard of the Top Ten Chinese Gold Songs. The one just announced is the second one. Many songs are very good, like Qi Yu's 'Olive Tree,' Zheng Shaoqiu's 'Chu Liuxiang,' Wang Mingquan's 'Like White Clouds Like Clear Breeze.' I super like Sister Wang Mingquan. She can sing, act, and host. I like the 'Enjoy Tonight' she hosts the most, but Mom won't let me watch too much, saying TV will hurt my eyes..."

Wei Ming: Your mom is right.

He patiently finished this paragraph and basically ruled out the "spy hypothesis." This is completely a little girl talking to herself. None of the questions are confidential, and she's quite a chatterbox. Is she really planning to be pen pals with him?

He turned the page and continued reading.

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"What about movies? I saw in the newspaper that you only have eight movies to watch. Is this true?"

False. Besides the eight model opera movies, there were actually classic ones like "Sparkling Red Star" and "Sea Mist" born during the movement. In the years after '76, many excellent works also emerged, but it is true that it hasn't reached the peak of film creation art yet.

Next, Mao Mao Amin briefly talked about an impressive movie she just watched.

"This month, my classmates and I went to see a movie called 'Modern Mud' starring a singer named Lin Zixiang. I feel it's still very good-looking, very funny, and very fashionable."

Then she turned from movies to TV series. She really seems to love watching TV. She knows the famous TV series of '79 and early '80 like the back of her hand. She knows them very clearly.

Although "Silk Worm Change" is very popular and "Magic City Beach" is even more explosive, as a little girl, she seems to prefer urban dramas.

"Last year, my favorite was TVB's 'Little Couple'..."

She also briefly talked about the plot of this drama. Wei Ming also had some impression, it seems to be a work written by the fat guy Wang Jing.

Speaking to the end, she suddenly reacted.

"Sorry, have you never seen a TV? You should know a radio, right? A radio can receive sound through signals, while a TV can receive pictures. You can watch TV series and variety shows. My family's color TV is only 17 inches."

It seems it's not a wealthy family either. Wei Ming laughed when he saw it. It's too belittling. Who hasn't seen a TV?

However, as he laughed, he couldn't laugh anymore. If he hadn't come to Yanjing, if he had stayed in his hometown, wouldn't he have never seen a TV? At most, he would have known there was such a thing from Liu Rulong.

This Mao Mao Amin from Hong Kong has a very strong desire to express and communicate. She wrote three pages of letter paper. Wei Ming flipped to the last page.

"Although I was born and raised in Hong Kong, my mom and dad both came from the mainland with their ancestors. Mom often tells me about her life in the mainland, but that was during the Anti-Japanese period after all.

"I am also very curious about the mainland. I heard that the mainland has many famous mountains and rivers and beautiful scenery, and the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River are also very yearning. I hope we can write to each other often, looking forward to learning about the real appearance of the mainland from a mainland friend."

"Finally, according to our Hong Kong way of calling, can I call you A Ming?"

Wei Ming held this letter and flipped through it repeatedly, confirming there was no code in the letter. She really came to make friends from afar.

And she knows his name and address, so she must have received his previous reply.

So did she see the content in the letter?

This cannot be determined for the time being, maybe another letter is needed to give him the answer.

As for making friends, forget it. He is a literary newcomer king who earns ten yuan per thousand words. How could he waste time on you? His time is money!

Immediately, Wei Ming opened the second letter from Hong Kong signed "Old Ghost."

After finishing the letter, he immediately stood up and ran toward the guesthouse.

Wei Jiefang was in good spirits. Xu Shufen had already lain down to rest, and he could still go downstairs to chat with Wang Jingli, by the way, promoting his glorious deeds in Sichuan and Chongqing.

"Old Wang, you've taken photos with so many celebrities, have you ever taken a photo with a panda? The kind in the zoo behind the wire mesh doesn't count, the kind held in your arms."

Wang Jingli shook his head: "I really haven't."

"I have!" Lao Lao Lao Wei laughed, "Listen to me tell you in detail, that was a dark and windy night..."

He was just speaking with great enthusiasm, and Wang Jingli was also listening intently, when Wei Ming suddenly returned.

"Dad, come with me for a second, I have something to tell you!"

Wei Jiefang: What is more important than me showing off?

Seeing Wei Ming's serious expression, Lao Lao Lao Wei asked Wang Jingli to wait a moment, the exciting part would be back soon.

(End of chapter)