Chapter 167: The She Who Is Slippery

With the release of "Popular Cinema" in March, Gong Xue became famous, but it was not a good name. Many commentary articles believed that she was not suitable for the simple and kind rural girl Wei Fenfang just based on a still photo.

For the past few days, Gong Xue couldn't sleep well after seeing these articles, fearing that she would be replaced by Xie Dao.

Today, she specifically went to the town to make a phone call, just to report the progress of her experience of life and let Xie Dao feel at ease.

"Little Gong, wait a moment." Xie Jin covered the microphone and told Wei Lin that this was Gong Xue, and also mentioned the public opinion Gong Xue had encountered recently, asking if he wanted to chat for a few words.

Wei Lin took the phone and then signaled to Xie Dao with his eyes, asking if he felt the room was a bit too bright.

Xie Jin smiled and left the office.

"Sister Xue, it's me."

"Ah, Ma Xiaowei?!" Gong Xue's tone couldn't hide her surprise.

"Yes, I am at the Shanghai Film Studio to find you, but unfortunately you haven't returned yet."

Gong Xue lowered her head and laughed: "I wrote you a letter in the Northwest. Didn't you receive it?"

"I've been out during this time and haven't returned to Beijing yet," Wei Lin said, "Guess what I saw today?"

"What?"

"Snow in the Magic City."

"It's snowing?" Gong Xue felt even more surprised. It wasn't every year that it snowed in the Magic City.

Wei Lin asked with a smile: "So, could today be your birthday?"

Gong Xue reacted for a moment before saying: "No, tomorrow is. If you hadn't said it, I would have almost forgotten it myself."

Wei Lin: "Then I will wish you a happy birthday in advance."

"Thank you." Gong Xue didn't expect Wei Lin to still remember the origin of her name.

Wei Lin said again: "I also saw some commentary articles about that still photo. You should actually be happy. Their comments are actually implying that you are too beautiful and have too good a temperament. If others received this kind of comment, they would have been secretly happy long ago."

Gong Xue couldn't laugh or cry, not expecting that there could be this kind of interpretation.

"Hearing you say that, I seem to be happy indeed," Gong Xue laughed, "But I will definitely make myself meet the director's requirements and will never become the part that holds this movie back."

"I believe it, and Xie Dao believes it too, so you can experience it with peace of mind. I will come to see you when you officially start filming."

After giving Gong Xue a reassurance, Wei Lin walked out of the office, and Xie Dao was also preparing to go home.

This old man didn't even say to invite him to dinner, so Wei Lin took the initiative to propose: "Xie Dao, why don't we go out to eat? I'll treat you."

Xie Jin waved his hand: "I'm used to eating at home. I'm afraid the old woman can't handle it alone."

Wei Lin suddenly thought of the situation in Xie Dao's family and didn't force it anymore. Xie Dao was a pitiful person. Of his four children, three had intellectual problems. The daughter was okay, at least she had a family, but the intellectual problems of the two sons were more serious than the daughter's, almost becoming a burden for the couple for a lifetime, and they couldn't rest assured even when they closed their eyes.

So after the reform and opening up, Xie Dao was much more diligent in filming than his peers, and later he even started an art school. He had to earn enough money for his two sons for the rest of their lives.

The next day, Wei Lin continued to wander around the Magic City. This city was also the place where many major events in modern history occurred, and it was worth exploring.

Two days later, Wei Lin boarded the train to Nanjing. Before getting on the train, he bought the newly published March issue of "Story Club." The old man selling newspapers said that this magazine was sold out.

At this time, the second part of "Heroes Come from Youth" had just been published in "Story Club," and there was still the last third left.

After reading this magazine on the train, Wei Lin could feel that the attractiveness of the stories selected by "Story Club" was getting stronger and stronger, and it was getting more and more of the flavor he was familiar with, so it was no wonder that sales were climbing steadily.

However, Wei the Madman's fame was still a big gap compared to Wei Lin and Wei Lin.

Arriving in Nanjing, Wei Lin had no connections at all. Although the "Zhong Shan" magazine had asked him for a manuscript, he didn't give it to them, so naturally, he was embarrassed to trouble them.

Fortunately, his goal was clear: one was the Nanjing Nationalist Government, and the other was the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.

After visiting, Wei Lin returned to Beijing quickly. When he got off the train at Beijing Station, Wei Lin had been out for 11 days. If it weren't for being too embarrassed, he would really want to go back to his hometown to see his grandmother and cousin.

After returning to the dormitory, Biaozi and Xiao Mei were on duty patrolling. Wei Lin opened the door and saw the letters from Sister Xue and Sister Lin on his bed, but he didn't see the letter from Hong Kong.

He opened them and looked. There was nothing very important. They just simply missed him.

So Wei Lin wrote a letter back to each of them. They talked about their own things, and Wei Lin also talked about his experience of creating a new novel during this period.

However, after writing, comparing the two letters, Wei Lin was happy.

Fortunately, it was not writing a thesis, otherwise, this thing would definitely not pass the plagiarism check, even before the first year of Tianlin.

Wei Lin still had many empty envelopes and stamps here, so he quickly put the letters in and sealed them, confirming several times that he didn't pack them wrong.

Clearly everyone was just ordinary friends, Wei Lin didn't know why he would have a scumbag-like caution.

Just after doing all this, someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in... Uncle, why are you here?"

It was Wei Anping.

Wei Anping laughed: "I came to ride your motorcycle to pick up Lele. She is studying at Teacher Gu's house."

Wei Lin: "I saw the motorcycle was still in the gatehouse. You haven't ridden it these days?"

"I've ridden it a few times, and put it back after use. It's still safe at your gatehouse. There have been stolen bicycles in our residential area recently. I'm not at ease leaving your thing worth thousands of yuan downstairs."

Wei Lin suddenly remembered something: "Why don't I help you pick up Lele."

"You just came back from the south, aren't you tired after sitting on the train for so long?" Wei Anping said with some unbearable heart. Wei Lin laughed: "I am young after all, and I also have something to do with Teacher Gu."

"That's fine," Wei Anping said, "Come directly to the house for dinner when you come back, and it just happens to send off your aunt and the others."

"Send off?"

"Yes, Xie Dao called, hoping that Xizi can also go to experience rural life, grind away the atmosphere of a city child, and at the same time get along with Comrade Gong Xue to cultivate mother-son feelings. In a few days, the mother and son will leave."

Wei Lin nodded. He took the key and was about to leave when Wei Anping mentioned the house again.

"Those professors in our school who live in the Overseas Chinese Apartments haven't thought about selling their houses, but they said that there are indeed people in the residential area who want to sell, and they will help you inquire."

"Good, good, good!" Wei Lin was very happy. There was finally some progress, but he hadn't saved enough money yet.

Wei Anping keenly captured the change in Wei Lin's expression and asked with a smile: "Haven't you saved enough money? It's okay, I'll lend it to you when the time comes."

"This, this is not good, right?"

This was not a small amount of money.

!

Wei Anping laughed: "My nephew is so capable, am I still afraid you won't pay it back? As long as someone really wants to sell the house, no matter what the price, you should buy it. I will continue to keep an eye on it for you."

"Uncle, you are truly my own uncle!" Wei Lin hugged Wei Anping excitedly. Now he had no worries at all.

Hong Kong.

Old Ghost sneezed. There was a bit of a cold spring recently.

Before getting off work, he received a letter from "New Evening Post." After opening it, he took a look and immediately went home happily to prepare to write back to his grandson.

Besides martial arts novels, another way for Wei Lin to earn Hong Kong dollars was music, and it was faster than martial arts novels.

This time he found Teacher Gu Jianfen, also wanting to ask her to correct a song he had just "created."

"Big Brother!"

"Lele."

Wei Lin and Lele hadn't seen each other for many days, so they first got close for a while, then he put his sister aside. Just as he was about to take out his lyric book, Teacher Gu took the initiative first.

"Ma Xiaowei, come here. I just wrote a melody recently. Come and take a look."

"Oh." Wei Lin took it and looked at it. The song was called "Young Friends Come to Meet."

Good fellow, this song was too famous!

Wei Lin sang it out as he looked at it. He sang, and Lele followed along. Obviously, she had already learned it.

Seeing Wei Lin sing it directly, Gu Jianfen smiled very brightly and even helped beat the rhythm. It was so catchy, exactly the song she wanted to create for young people, and it must be loved by young people.

Wei Lin didn't stint on praise: "Good, this song is too good!"

Gu Jianfen said: "I also saw this lyric published by writer Zhang Meitong in "Lyric Journal" recently. It has a very good feeling, so I composed the music for it."

Subsequently, Gu Jianfen criticized Wei Lin again: "It's you, you don't write songs anymore after writing "The Spring of the Sheep-Herding Class." Don't waste your talent."

She felt that Wei Lin's talent for writing songs was no less than hers, but he knew too many things and couldn't focus on one item. Hearing from Lu Xiaoyan, he was actually still writing children's literature.

Since Teacher Gu said so, Wei Lin immediately took out his lyric book: "Who said I didn't write."

Gu Jianfen took it over immediately: "'The She Who Is Slippery'? Let me take a look."

After Gu Jianfen sat down, she looked at it seriously.

"I heard you went to Sichuan and Chongqing after the New Year. This song seems to have been influenced by 'Kangding Love Song'."

"Teacher Gu has sharp eyes," Wei Lin laughed, "My grandmother's house is not far from Kangding. I also heard people sing this kind of slippery tune on the train, and then I spent a day writing the lyrics and half a month to complete the music. However, I am still not very professional in composition, so I want to ask you for advice."

According to Wei Lin's simplified score, Gu Jianfen hummed directly.

"You have never seen me, I have never seen you, young friends meet, feelings are harmonious..."

Speaking of which, "The She Who Is Slippery" and "Young Friends Come to Meet" had certain similarities in theme. Both were about making friends, which could be considered a special fate. When Wei Lin "wrote" this song, he didn't expect Teacher Gu was creating "Young Friends Come to Meet."

After reading the lyrics and simplified score, Teacher Gu hummed directly, while in her heart she couldn't help but sigh, this kid has improved so much!

After singing, Wei Lin asked: "How is it?"

Teacher Gu said bluntly: "It is indeed written very well, but you haven't listened to less Taiwan songs recently, right?"

It was not that he didn't listen to less, but this was simply a Taiwan song. This song made the newcomer Qi Qin an overnight success. It was originally called "Seeing the She Who Is Slippery Again," and later Fei Xiang covered it in the mainland and changed it to the more familiar "The She Who Is Slippery."

Wei Lin smiled and nodded.

Teacher Gu worried: "Recently, the criticism of 'Country Love' in China has become more and more serious. The radio station doesn't even let it be broadcast. I'm afraid this song of yours will encounter the same fate, unless the music is adjusted."

Adjusted to be more in line with the style of today's mainland music.

Wei Lin shook his head and said: "Teacher Gu, what do you think if I send this song to Hong Kong to earn Hong Kong dollars~"

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