Chapter 158

Wei Ming and A Long walked to Dongdan, thinking about having dinner here before returning.

The geographical location here is good, it's just a few steps away from the East Ward of Peking Union Medical College Hospital and Wang Fujing Pedestrian Street. In the future, there will be large shopping centers like Oriental Plaza.

They found a restaurant in a hutong. Just as they sat down, Wei Ming suddenly saw a person riding a bicycle stop outside the door, and the other party curiously looked at his motorcycle a few times.

After the person came in, someone greeted him immediately, obviously an old neighbor living here.

There were no empty tables in the restaurant, Wei Ming and A Long occupied one table, and there were empty seats.

He looked over and asked with a smile if they could share a table.

Looking at this old acquaintance, Wei Ming laughed: "Of course, please."

Someone in the restaurant called him "Brother Li," and someone called him "Guangfu."

He is exactly Wei Ming's old colleague Li Guangfu in his previous life in the Beijing People's Art Theatre. Wei Ming called him Old Li, 15 years older than himself.

It's not surprising to meet him here. Old Li's family lives here, in a two-entry courtyard in the third hutong of Beijige. The whole courtyard belongs to his family. Wei Ming was a guest at his house in his previous life.

Although Old Li is only 34 years old now, he has more than 20 years of acting experience. He entered the actor training class of the People's Art Theatre at the age of 13 and has been staying in the People's Art Theatre since then. Although he hasn't played any big roles, his acting is vivid and natural.

Later, people became familiar with him through TV series roles like "Broken Pot Hou" in "Zhengyangmen Under," "Third Uncle" in "Full of Courtyard," and "Zheng Xipo" in "In the Name of the People."

Liu Rulong didn't know him and continued the previous topic with Wei Ming.

"If you buy a house in this area, it will be too far to go to work in the future."

Wei Ming nodded: "Yes, I still prefer Xicheng or Haidian, at least closer to Peking University, but I don't have enough money now, just looking blindly."

Immediately, Wei Ming turned to look at Li Guangfu: "Brother, like this area, if a small courtyard is sold, how much does it cost?"

Li Guangfu just ordered his meal and sat down. Didn't expect this person to be so unreserved, asking a passerby directly about buying a house and setting up property.

"Oh my, I can't say for sure, haven't heard of anyone wanting to buy or sell a house, but I guess, it shouldn't be taken for less than ten thousand yuan, after all, the location here is good."

Although Li Guangfu kept some reservations, he also liked to chat. Soon Wei Ming chatted with him and "knew" that he worked at the People's Art Theatre and was an actor.

"People's Art Theatre is a good unit, the actors inside are all this," Wei Ming gave a thumbs up, "When I was young, I had a few meetings with Mr. Cao Yu and Mr. Yu Shizhi of the People's Art Theatre, and even took photos."

"Oh my, those are our two deans!" Li Guangfu was incredibly surprised, didn't expect this young man met casually had some origin with the People's Art Theatre.

"Did you come to our theater to watch a play?" He asked.

Wei Ming shook his head: "I saw them when attending a meeting at the Great Hall of the People."

At the Great Hall of the People? Attending a meeting?

Wei Ming's words had a kind of calm and free-spiritedness of an old Yanjing person bragging without regard for life or death, but Li Guangfu looked at Wei Ming so young, he shouldn't have that kind of skill.

"Are you also going to attend a meeting?" He had switched to honorifics.

"Hmm, I am a representative of the Writers Association."

"Oh my, you are still a writer? Writer..." Li Guangfu seemed to have thought of something, suddenly pondered, "Recently heard that there is a young writer who is quite famous, surnamed Wei, and is from the same hometown as our theater's old Mr. Lan Tianye."

Wei Ming laughed: "It's me."

Seeing him admit it, Li Guangfu immediately bowed in surprise: "Didn't expect to meet a true god!"

"Brother, you are flattering me, just a primary school student in the literary world. This is my classmate, Liu Rulong from the Film Academy."

Li Guangfu asked: "Is he studying acting?" Doesn't look like it.

Liu Rulong: "I am in the animation class."

"Oh my, animation is good, has a childlike heart, people with a childlike heart are not easy to age, and they all live long." Li Guangfu is very good at speaking.

Immediately, he pointed to the motorcycle outside: "That is also Writer Wei's?"

Wei Ming nodded.

"Big hand!"

Wei Ming waved his hand: "I live at Peking University, but I always enter the city, just for convenience. Met Brother Li today, must go to the People's Art Theatre to watch your play when there is a chance."

"Then you have to watch carefully, otherwise it might pass in the blink of an eye."

"Brother Li is humorous, haha, eat together, eat together." Now it really became sharing a table, and the dishes were shared.

Wei Ming was very happy. Meeting Li Guangfu today, it can be considered having a target when visiting the old unit in the future. However, Dan Dan, Wang Xiaoji, Liang Xiaopang, and Brother Pu, whom he is familiar with, should not have entered the People's Art Theatre yet.

After eating and walking out of the restaurant, it was already dark. Li Guangfu even invited them to recognize the door with him.

"Come to my house to sit when you come to Dongdan in the future, then we will chat slowly."

"Haha, definitely, definitely, I also have a lot of knowledge about old Yanjing that I want to ask Brother Li for advice. You are an expert in this regard."

Wei Ming sent A Long back to the Film Academy first. A Long sighed: "First time feeling it's so easy to enter the city!"

Before, he entered the city once for more than two hours, and it took five hours on the road back and forth. Riding a bicycle and taking a bus took about the same time. The difference was that riding a bicycle was more tiring, and taking a bus was easier, but the time was not certain. If he didn't catch the last bus, it would be miserable.

Wei Ming put him down: "If our comics can really make a name for themselves in Hong Kong, let alone motorcycles, cars are also beckoning to us!"

Their eyes collided, all full of ambition.

Immediately, Wei Ming returned to the South Gate, where he saw Liu Zhenyun and Liang Zuo. These two are not first-year students either, don't know how they got together.

Liu Zhenyun laughed: "Brother Liang said he suddenly knows how to write poetry now, and insists on showing off in front of you."

"What's there to show off about knowing how to write poetry, even Mei Wenhua, who is so uncultured, knows how to write poetry."

"Brother Ming, I'm still here!" Mei Wenhua was wiping the motorcycle with a rag. Wei Ming said, the maintenance of the car is handed over to him, and he can ride it whenever he has something to do in the future.

Wei Ming laughed: "Little Mei, you know me, I never speak ill of people behind their backs."

Mei Wenhua: So you are stabbing in the heart to the face!

Liang Zuo, the little fat guy's glasses reflected a ray of light: "Then what if it's poetry in seven steps."

"Yo~" Wei Ming exclaimed, "Did Little Liang make such great progress in one vacation?"

Liang Zuo said proudly: "Look at each other with new eyes after three days of separation, please give me a proposition, Brother Ming, I will write it for you immediately."

Wei Ming thought about it: "Then write 'Ideal,' this was the theme of my first poem."

Liu Zhenyun clapped his hands: "This is good, I feel it should be very difficult to surpass Brother Ming's 'Ideal' with this theme. Brother Liang, please walk, I'll count steps for you."

Only to see Liang Zuo really walking in the gate post room, walking very slowly, but seven steps were completed in less than half a minute.

!

He first stacked the buff: "I didn't say I would definitely surpass Brother Ming's 'Ideal' ha, just said I write fast."

Liu Zhenyun: "You hurry up, I feel you are delaying time."

Liang Zuo coughed:

"If you want to write about ideals, you can't just write about ideals.

Write about confusion, write about desperation, write about inner struggle and others' misunderstanding.

Write about full passion, but unable to sleep every night.

Write about being alone, write about freedom and soul, write about the loneliness and worry under a lamp..."

Liang Zuo couldn't write anymore, so he stopped there, which counted as a poem.

Liu Zhenyun touched his chin: "Eh, a bit interesting ha." Although it can't be said how profound, it's fast after all.

Wei Ming hehe: More than a bit interesting!

He said to Liang Zuo: "You have indeed made great progress in skill now, then write another one with Peking University as the theme."

This is exactly what Liang Zuo wanted, no need for seven steps, he had already written it!

But he still pretended to walk three steps, then said:

"If you want to write about Peking University, you can't just write about Peking University.

Write about the weeping willows by the Weiming Lake, write about the simple and majestic Boya Tower.

Write about the wind and clouds of the Red Building a hundred years ago, the horn of the New Culture Movement is loud, the sparks of thought collide here, illuminating the confusion of the era!"

Liu Zhenyun finally realized something was wrong: "Why are your poems all in the same routine!"

Liang Zuo laughed and slapped his thigh: "Because this routine is too easy to use, as long as you name a theme, you can immediately write a poem."

Liu Zhenyun thought about the principle of this kind of poem, it seems it really is, feeling he could also fix one.

"Which heartless person figured this out?" Liu Zhenyun couldn't help asking.

Wei Ming sneered: "May I ask how I am heartless!"

"Ah, this, this is what you created?" Liu Zhenyun was surprised, "This is too genius, from now on teachers don't have to worry about me not knowing how to write poetry!"

Afterward, Liang Zuo took out a "Stars" poetry journal and found Wei Ming's "Chengdu."

"This was brought back from his hometown by a classmate from Sichuan and Chongqing in our class. On the train, he wrote more than a dozen poems according to this pattern. When we saw the first one, we all sighed that it was written too well, but when we saw that there were more than a dozen such poems, we were dumbfounded. Only then did we know the source was actually from you."

Wei Ming: "At that time, I received enthusiastic hospitality from an editor of 'Stars' poetry journal in Chengdu, so I thanked him with a poem, just wrote it casually."

Liang Zuo laughed: "You wrote it casually, now everyone in our class has a few 'Chengdu styles' in their hands, even Chen Boss imitated one."

Wei Ming didn't expect his own casual little poem to go out of the circle in this way, and even got the title of "Chengdu style." Since learning "Chengdu style," even a dog can write poetry.

That evening in the dormitory, Mei Wenhua also decided to return to the poetry circle.

"If you want to write about youth, you can't just write about youth.

Write about, write about..."

Biaozi saw him stuttering for a long time, slapped the bed and laughed wildly: "Ah Mei, save it, you are not this material."

Mei Wenhua sighed: "I feel I am still suitable for doing business. Biaozi, you said we went to the south to earn money, basically I was talking, is my contribution bigger?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Biaozi didn't deny it.

Mei Wenhua: "If there is a chance, I must go again! I am not reconciled!"

Biaozi also wanted to earn money: "Now that school has started, we can take a small long vacation again."

Wei Ming said: "You guys wait, maybe I will go south with you."

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