Chapter 194

Zhu Lin wasn't as fragile as Wei Ming thought. When she walked out of the unit, she was laughing and talking with her colleagues.

Isn't it just a 28-year-old single old girl, no partner, no children? What's the big deal? She isn't dead yet, right? As long as she's alive, there's hope.

She wanted to eat fried sauce noodles today and was preparing to go to a restaurant when she suddenly saw a motorcycle parked at the unit entrance, and the guard was staring at the other party vigilantly.

Although there was no stereotype of "ghost fire riding a motorcycle" now, those who could afford a motorcycle were generally the elite class, and such people were usually a bit arrogant, and the probability of causing trouble was also high.

However, under the guard's vigilant gaze, the unit's flower, Zhu Lin, actually walked toward the other party.

Little thing, can't I recognize you after you put on toad glasses?

And she also knew from Wei Ming's letter that he had bought a motorcycle.

Wei Ming grinned: "Sister Lin, do you want to come up and experience it?"

"You came to find me?"

"Of course. You didn't tell me when you returned to the capital, so I could only find my way here myself."

"How did you know?"

Wei Ming: "I can't sell Sister Rong."

Zhu Lin laughed "puchi," knowing he was deliberately acting weird, and then got on his car.

"Let's find a place to eat," Wei Ming said. He came to block Zhu Lin after work and hadn't eaten either.

Zhu Lin gave an "hmm." According to Wei Ming's consumption habits, she probably wouldn't be able to eat fried sauce noodles today. She didn't know if it was Donglaishun or Quanjude.

However, a few minutes later, Wei Ming parked the car at a small noodle shop, which was exactly Zhu Lin's original destination.

She teased while walking: "Why, have you switched to eating vegetarian recently?"

"No, they add minced meat to the noodles too."

The two spent a total of five jiao. Two bowls of fried sauce noodles and a cold dish. Affordable!

Sitting opposite each other, Wei Ming could clearly feel that Zhu Lin's little face had been tanned by a few degrees, appearing much more determined.

"Your crew hasn't finished filming yet, right?" he asked.

"Not yet. But my scenes have already been filmed. I stayed in the crew for another half a month. I really had nothing to do, so I came back. I've been gone for half a year, and I'm afraid my skills will get rusty."

"Aren't you preparing to take the amateur performance class at the Film Academy? Why are you afraid of your skills getting rusty?"

Zhu Lin: Looks like Mu Rong sold herself very cleanly. He knows this, so he must also know that she just broke up with her partner.

Zhu Lin slurped noodles and said: "Amateur class, amateur class. Class time is all in the evening and weekends, these amateur times. Usually, I still have to go to work. If I don't go to work, who will support me?"

She was already 28 years old and had an unpleasant time with her family. She couldn't thicken her face and sponge off her parents anymore.

"I..." Wei Ming was about to pat his chest, but then said, "I can't support you now either."

Zhu Lin smiled coquettishly: "Who wants you to support me? But being so humble doesn't seem like your style."

Wei Ming: "It's not humility. I just bought a house recently, and I'm a bit tight on money."

Zhu Lin's action of eating noodles immediately paused. Good guy, so you weren't humble; you came to show off!

So the topic immediately shifted to Wei Ming's big flat in the Overseas Chinese Apartments. Although the two spoke very quietly, the surrounding diners were all listening.

Yanjing men love to brag and love to listen to others brag, especially with food.

The two didn't mention Zhu Lin's emotional problems in the restaurant, but Wei Ming still wanted to ask, so he took the opportunity to issue an invitation to "recognize the door."

"When you have time, do you want to come to my place and sit? I'll live there permanently in the future, so you have to know which way the door opens." Wait until he gets to his own home to enlighten her.

Going to his house alone, Zhu Lin felt a bit hesitant, but thinking she was a free person, and it was broad daylight, what was there to be afraid of?

"Alright then, wait until I get off work in the afternoon. I've long heard of the great name of the Overseas Chinese Apartments, so I'll see it for myself."

The two agreed that Wei Ming would come to pick her up after work. After the meal, Zhu Lin returned to the unit to work, and Wei Ming returned to his own home to unpack Mao Mao Amin's package first.

There were quite a few books in this package, probably because Wei Ming sent his own novel collection to her last time, so Mao Mao Amin returned the favor.

Of course, there were also the whitening skincare products Wei Ming mentioned, and they were two different brands. She was afraid that Wei Ming's white face would turn black, and she even added some money into it. Anyway, the song royalties she earned from Wei Ming hadn't been spent yet.

Wei Ming opened her letter. The letter first replied to the question about the few songs Wei Ming was concerned about.

These four new songs hadn't been listed yet.

"I asked Brother Mingmin, and he said the record will be officially launched on the market at the end of this month. The company attaches great importance to it this time. It will be sent to me when the time comes, and I will send it to you." Under Zhang Mingmin's strong request, Mao Mao Amin finally changed her address to "Brother." He was also only twenty-something.

Next, Mao Mao Amin talked about her reading experience of *Fierce Animals*.

"I specifically bought a simplified-traditional dictionary. It was very hard to read. If only there were a traditional version."

Wei Ming: I want to too. How fragrant is earning foreign exchange? But there really isn't much cultural exchange between the two places, especially literary exchange.

The contemporary social background difference is too big to talk about together, so only talking about the past can be talked about together, so Wei Ming chose to write about the Qin Dynasty.

Mao Mao Amin: "But I still finished reading it. The one I like most is the novel *Spring in the Sheep-Herding Class*. It feels very warm and very inspiring. If a person can meet a good teacher in this life, it is a very happy thing..."

Although it is also about the fate of people in that era, *Sheep-Herding Class* has the story layer of "children's education." It's not strange that Mao Mao Amin, who is a child, can understand and like it.

In fact, Wei Ming felt that the novel in the *Fierce Animals* series most likely to go out was this one.

Mao Mao Amin analyzed the core ideas of the article with Wei Ming like a student doing reading comprehension, which made Wei Ming very gratified.

Regardless of whether she was right or wrong, she was thinking seriously, which showed that she had read into it, and even copied some sentences to prepare for writing compositions.

It was just limited by the lack of in-depth understanding of the historical background of that period in the mainland, so there would inevitably be deviations.

Afterwards, Mao Mao Amin also introduced some books she and her classmates usually read and sent a few to Wei Ming.

"What is popular in Hong Kong now is martial arts and romance. I prefer romance more, but you are a boy, so you should like martial arts more, right? I bought a copy of Jin Yong's *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* for you."

Condor, the great hero, Wei Ming shook his head.

When opening this brand-new traditional version of Condor, Wei Ming found a drawing tucked inside.

If he wasn't mistaken, it should be Guo Jing and Huang Rong. This should be drawn by Mao Mao Amin herself, and it was also the Guo Jing and Huang Rong in her mind. Guo Jing was silly and very sturdy, while Huang Rong was delicate and cute. He didn't expect this little girl's drawing level to be quite good.

Wei Ming looked at the *Purple Grapes* that hadn't been mounted on the table and missed Sister Xue a bit. She was on the train now.

In addition, there were three other books, which looked like they had been flipped through by the little girl.

They were Qiong Yao's *Mist and Rain*, Yan Qin's *Green Villa*, and Cen Kailun's *Prince Charming*.

Among these three, Wei Ming was most familiar with Qiong Yao. *Mist and Rain* was the later *Deep Affection and Rain*, Ruping, Yiping, Shuhuan, Du Fei.

And Yan Qin and Cen Kailun were also romance novelists who were popular for a while in Hong Kong and Taiwan, but the vitality of their works was far less than Qiong Yao's, and their writing style had nothing to take from, but they could still compete with Qiong Yao in Hong Kong during this period.

Among them, Yan Qin was the descendant of an Air Force general who went to Taiwan from the mainland, and Cen Kailun's identity was mysterious. It wasn't even certain whether it was a man or a woman. It was only known that this person wrote books extremely fast and had a large number of works. Mao Mao Amin couldn't afford so many, so she exchanged them with classmates.

Wei Ming wasn't very interested in this kind of romance novel and was too lazy to flip through it, but Mao Mao Amin didn't say to return it to her after finishing it, so he kept it.

Finally, Mao Mao Amin also asked about the situation of mainland college students, what they usually did, whether they were focused on studying, and whether there was no entertainment life?

Although it was still far from college, it couldn't stop the little girl's longing.

Wei Ming looked at the time; it was time to go to work. He should go back to the school journal office and reply to her. In addition, he had to tell her the new address.

Oh, and he had to tell the old man too. In the future, letters placed at home wouldn't need to be destroyed.

After arriving at the unit, Wei Ming wrote a letter to Mao Mao Amin and Old Ghost respectively, explaining the new address.

He told Old Ghost more specifically, including the area and price. In just over half a year, he earned a big house through writing. He believed his grandfather would definitely be proud of him.

He even said shamelessly: If you don't want to return to the mainland, I will buy you a house this big in Hong Kong in the future, and we will go over to accompany you from time to time.

For Mao Mao Amin, Wei Ming talked about how Peking University students dated based on the experience of Liu Zhenyun's pair.

"The girlfriend occupied a seat in the library for the boyfriend, and the two of them could accompany each other to study all day, which was the greatest romance for them. Opportunities to go out and play were still few. Peking University is in the northwest of Yanjing, which is relatively remote and desolate. The only places to play nearby are the Summer Palace, but these couples prefer to go to the Old Summer Palace because it's free..."

In addition, Wei Ming also talked to Mao Mao Amin about the article *The Road of Life, Why Is It Getting Narrower... * that mainland young people were discussing recently, and asked Mao Mao Amin about her plans for the future, whether there were times of confusion.

After writing the two letters, Yang Hao came over to chat with Wei Ming about the "Gwangju Incident" that was in full swing in South Korea next door. This was one of the hottest international news recently.

What they could see was basically second-hand news from North Korea. It felt very intense, as if Chun Doo-hwan was about to be overthrown.

But Wei Ming knew Chun Doo-hwan's wrist. He not only suppressed it but also led South Korea's economy to take off, creating the "Miracle on the Han River" with his predecessor Park.

Several other colleagues also joined the discussion. At this time, Deputy President Zhou Junfeng came over and called Wei Ming to his office.

Wei Ming thought it was his frequent leave and early departure that made Old Zhou dissatisfied. As a result, he hoped that Wei Ming, the great writer, would write something in the school journal about the recently discussed Pan Xiao incident to point out a path for the confused young people.

Wei Ming was strange: "It's fine for young people in society to be confused, but are the proud sons of heaven at Peking University also confused?"

Now the most confused thing for young people in society is the job problem, how to establish themselves in society, and how to support themselves.

And our college students are supported by the state during school, issued so much money every month, and are cadre status after graduation. They can all be assigned jobs, and they are from Peking University, which is also superior to ordinary college students in terms of job assignment.

President Zhou: "How can they not be confused? Various thoughts are emerging in society now. Chaotic, too chaotic! Some students are also worried that the state will not cover assignments after they graduate."

Wei Ming said in his heart, your generation of college students won't catch up.

The special treatment of this generation of college students is determined by policy, which determines their strong political worship characteristics. Everyone is incomparably concerned about national affairs and international affairs, and every new change in the country can touch their sensitive nerves.

Eyes look too far, but can't see the present and the side.

Wei Ming took the job and indicated that he would give him an answer within three days.

"President Zhou, I still have something to do..." Wei Ming wanted to leave early again.

"Oh, you go ahead."

President Zhou was very happy. He really couldn't bear to let Wei Ming leave their school journal office. Although Wei Ming didn't write often, every high-quality piece was obvious to all. What a good pen! However, if he left, the school journal should not refuse to write for him.

Wei Ming left work an hour early and first mailed the two letters.

Then he went to the Wang Fujing Department Store to buy a new sofa cover and bought some vegetables, preparing to eat at home in the evening.

Wei Ming was now throwing away and selling the original owner's things bit by bit and replacing them with new things he bought. New home, new atmosphere!

He just didn't have enough money; otherwise, he would have replaced everything with new ones at once.

After he arrived at Zhu Lin's unit, he waited for a few more minutes before she came out.

This time Wei Ming didn't even take off his helmet before she came over. Wei Ming let her carry the vegetable basket and hold the sofa cover.

Now she only had one hand left. For safety reasons, she could only hold Wei Ming's waist firmly. She could even clearly feel the distinct muscles on Wei Ming's waist and abdomen.

It seemed to be even more impressive than when she applied medicine to him!

Zhu Lin swallowed her saliva. At this time, the car started with a rumble, and she held Wei Ming's waist tightly. The night was cool, so it was warmer this way.

On the way, Zhu Lin glanced at the vegetables in the basket. Ma Xiaowei is really poor now; he actually has to cook for himself, and there is no meat.

!

She touched her pocket. Although she wasn't very rich, it was still possible to borrow some money to help him with emergencies.

At the entrance of the Overseas Chinese Apartments, the sky darkened and was no longer broad daylight.

Old Man Sun opened the door directly. Hmph, still saying it's not a partner? Brought another one this time, and brought a vegetable basket. Won't stay overnight after eating, right?

This old man took Zhu Lin as the Gong Ruzheng from that day. Anyway, they wore the same helmet, and sitting on the motorcycle, he couldn't see the figure clearly.

This community looked pleasing to the eye. These tall trees, these dense lawns, and the quality of the building, it felt like the bourgeois countries were just like this.

Wei Ming opened the door and turned on the light. This wide living room also surprised Zhu Lin.

Still the same sentence, one living room was enough to top their family.

Although Zhu Lin had no hobbies in art, she was also attracted by Mr. Wu's *Panda Holding Bamboo* as soon as she entered.

She was looking at the picture, while Wei Ming nimbly changed the sofa cover.

Then Zhu Lin stopped looking: "You didn't even wash the new one before changing it."

Wei Ming: "I don't have a washing machine at home."

"Still a washing machine, really treating yourself as a bourgeois young master. I'll wash it."

Those who do this kind of work have some cleanliness, love cleanliness. She started working before she even started visiting.

Zhu Lin wanted to wash, Wei Ming didn't stop her: "Then you wash the sofa cover, I'll wash the vegetables and prepare to cook."

"Can you cook?"

"I'm okay, not as good as my mom. In the future, I'll have a chance to let you taste my mom's craft. In my heart, it's stronger than the Sichuan Hotel."

Of course, this is a subjective statement. The Sichuan Hotel is still very powerful; they are all contemporary Sichuan cuisine masters.

Zhu Lin thought in the restroom, what kind of opportunity would she have to eat the food cooked by Wei Ming's mom?

The two of them were washing in the kitchen and splashing in the restroom, chatting loudly with the door open.

This wouldn't work if it were Sister Xue; she was too soft-spoken.

Zhu Lin rinsed the sofa cover once, hung it up, and went to the kitchen to help.

The kitchen was large enough to accommodate three or four people operating at the same time.

The two simply stir-fried cabbage and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. In addition, there were deli meat dishes bought yesterday, which was enough.

In another two months, this meat wouldn't be able to be kept. Wei Ming started craving a refrigerator again.

The round table was a bit big. With only three dishes, the two sat next to each other. Wei Ming faced Zhu Lin with his golden left face.

He first praised Sister Lin's scrambled eggs with tomatoes for being well-made.

"This dish can be said to be the essence of Chinese food. Being able to stir-fry this dish so well, your other dishes definitely won't be bad. Such a wife who can enter the hall and go to the kitchen, your partner actually said he didn't want it. He's really crazy."

Zhu Lin knew he would say this. She said stubbornly: "I didn't want him."

"Oh, did he do anything to apologize to you?"

"That's not it. It's me who apologized to him," Zhu Lin paused eating, "He said I made him feel insecure."

Actually, his mother asked more ugly things, directly asking her if she had someone outside when filming.

It was just that Zhu Lin didn't want to expose those ugly things to a sunny boy like Wei Ming.

Zhu Lin picked up chopsticks and continued to pick up vegetables, appearing very calm: "Since he feels insecure, then let's separate. He can go find someone who makes him feel secure, and I will pursue my dream. Everyone is safe."

Wei Ming looked at her cute appearance of chewing food with her cheeks bulging and laughed: "You are so good-looking. It's actually very normal for men who are not excellent enough to feel insecure."

Wei Ming praised people while playing a good game of stepping on others. There was one sentence he didn't say, let Zhu Lin think for herself: If it were Ma Xiaowei, he definitely wouldn't feel insecure, right?

Then he was kicked on the calf by Zhu Lin: "Stop putting high hats on me. In the final analysis, it's still a lack of trust."

"Yes, it shows that you didn't walk into each other's hearts."

"Alright, don't mention him." Zhu Lin didn't want to mention this past anymore. She reached into her pocket and took out six big groups of ten and slapped them on the table.

"You just bought a house and still need to buy furniture. Take this money first."

Gong Ruzheng: No, why did you give sixty! I only gave fifty!

Wei Ming praised: "Sister Lin is generous!"

However, he only took five of the six tickets and stuffed one back into her pants pocket: "You are living in the dormitory now, and there are many places to use money. Keep some for yourself."

The two declined for a while, and Zhu Lin finally accepted helplessly: "You don't have to rush to pay it back. I still have money in my account."

After all, she had been working for so many years, and her family hadn't asked her to hand over money, so there were still some savings in the bank.

Wei Ming laughed: "Okay, then when I earn money, I will buy a color TV first, then a refrigerator, then a washing machine, and realize modernization before paying back the money."

"Then how is your novel writing?" Zhu Lin asked.

"A thousand threads, long-form novels are not easy to handle. I'll look at the materials again," Wei Ming sighed. In fact, he had already started writing the timeline outline, and might be able to start work in the summer vacation. Before that, earn some small money.

After eating, Wei Ming brewed another pot of tea. This time there was no choice; the coffee had been sent to Sister Xue.

However, Sister Lin was a Yanjing girl, and her ancestral home was Shandong, so coffee didn't match.

Drinking tea, Zhu Lin saw Wei Ming's tape recorder and the tapes placed next to it.

She walked over and looked at them. Except for a few Chinese tapes, the rest were English songs. She estimated that the copied tapes she had were copied from here.

"This was left to you by your international student partner?" She turned her head and asked Wei Ming, paying attention to Wei Ming's expression.

Wei Ming expressed very calmly: "Hmm, you pick a tape and play it. I haven't listened to it for a long time."

Zhu Lin could only choose blindly. As a result, she chose a pure music tape, and a pleasant melody came from inside.

"This is the musical accompaniment when international students dance the tango, called *Por una Cabeza*." Later, the famous movie *Scent of a Woman* used this piece of music.

"Tango dance?"

Wei Ming became interested: "Sister Lin, can you dance the tango too?"

"No, I've heard of it. I haven't danced for several years."

Almost forgot she was once a dancer.

Wei Ming got up and said: "Then do you want me to teach you?"

"It was also taught to you by your partner, right?" she asked.

"It was an ex-girlfriend. I am also a lonely person now," Wei Ming solemnly declared.

Now dancing is very popular in big cities like Yanjing and the Magic City. Peking University and Tsinghua University are just about which family has a dance party today, and the neighbors come to join in the fun.

Zhu Lin couldn't resist the temptation: "Okay, I'll warm up first."

Looking at her stretching her long arms and legs and eager to try, it seemed she was really suffocated in the Health Research Institute.

Wei Ming also specially changed into leather shoes and took off his coat.

"Alright, come on."

Wei Ming walked in front of her and grabbed one of her hands: "Put your other hand on my back."

Zhu Lin listened to his words, and then Wei Ming's hand was placed on her waist, and it was very low, between the waist and hips.

At this time, there was still a large gap between the two. Wei Ming pressed Zhu Lin's waist hard, making the gap between the two smaller and smaller, until they could feel each other's breathing.

Ballroom dancing is an ambiguous sport, but this was a bit too much for this big sister Zhu Lin. She felt her chest could almost touch Wei Ming's chest.

"Is this dance decent?" Zhu Lin couldn't help but ask the question in her heart.

"Tango originated in Africa, flourished in Latin America, is one of the world's five major dance projects, and even has international competitions. It's very decent."

Wei Ming put his finger on the tape recorder button: "Can we start now~"

(Based on 3000 words per chapter, more than 6000 words count as two chapters, less than 6000 words count as one chapter. There is more today! Old Buddha wants to start the daily ten thousand mode! Asking for monthly tickets!)

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