Chapter 266

Tuanjie Lake.

Wei Ming, who was passing by, glanced at Little Mei and Seeing Biaozi's room. The lights were on, and the curtains were drawn. They should still be enjoying the aftertaste of their newlywed life.

He walked straight into Zhu Lin's house in the other building and saw that Sister Lin had already changed into pajamas and was leaning on the bed reading a book.

"Look what I brought you!" Wei Ming shook the bag in his hand, and the sound of glass colliding could be faintly heard.

Zhu Lin put down the book she used for pastime: "Canned yellow peaches?"

Wei Ming took out two bottles of canned yellow peaches, but what was inside was chili sauce.

"This one was made by my mother, this one was made by my grandmother, both are their little intentions."

Zhu Lin was about to show joy, but suddenly withdrew it: "Gong Xue has it too, right."

"Gong Xue? Oh my, you reminded me. I'll send her a bottle later. Don't look at her as a Magic City person, but she lived in Jiangxi for several years, can be sweet and spicy, unlike Sister, who loves to eat sour."

Zhu Lin threw a pillow over, Wei Ming caught it, and both laughed.

This answer basically satisfied Zhu Lin. He didn't deliberately avoid the name Gong Xue, but chili sauce was first considered for her.

So Wei Ming took off his coat, got into the quilt, hugged Sister Lin tightly, and buried his face in her chest.

At this time, Zhu Lin was still thinking about Gong Xue, thinking they might have some ambiguity, but didn't cross the bottom line, thinking Gong Xue might not be clear about her relationship with Ma Xiaowei, and didn't subjectively want to dig the wall.

It's all men's fault!

However, thinking that this man was leaving tomorrow, those messy thoughts became unimportant. She gently hugged Wei Ming's furry head, closed her eyes comfortably, and soon let him succeed.

He was roaring, she was screaming, the Simmons was roaring!

"Tell me about your movie script, what's the name?"

After the first time ended, before Wei Ming wanted to start the second time, Zhu Lin suddenly brought up this topic.

Wei Ming didn't hide it: "It's called 'Mom, Love Me Once Again.' Before talking about the script, I'll tell you a story first..."

Zhu Lin: Sure enough, it's the name Gong Xue said. It seems they had communicated long ago!

When Wei Ming finished telling the story of the crazy mother he experienced in Zigong, the script plot was already clear. There was no need to say anything more. Zhu Lin's eyes were already moist.

She had no defense now, so Wei Ming took advantage of the situation, and Sister Lin cried even harder.

At the same time, she realized that this pitiful mother role was simply too suitable for Gong Xue. She looked very pitiful, while she, a Yanjing big girl with ancestral roots in Shandong, didn't look weak or bullyable at all.

It might be that this was a script tailored by Wei Ming to please Gong Xue!

Thinking of this, Zhu Lin cried even harder. In these tears, there was both the grievance of unwillingness and the physical instinct of excitement.

Then the third time was proposed by Zhu Lin. Her idea was simple and plain: to feed him full so that he wouldn't have that kind of thought when he returned to the Magic City.

Although she knew this was her wishful thinking, Wei Ming was young and strong, recovered quickly, and no matter how much he consumed that night, he could quickly replenish it the next day, but she just wanted to do this, playing a role of psychological comfort.

Wei Ming was also inexplicable, not knowing why Sister wanted to reward herself.

And there was a reward early the next morning!

She patted her butt and went to work at the Beijing Er Yingchang, but Wei Ming took a long time to get out of bed. Oh my, he still had to catch a plane!

Zhu Lin, refreshed, rushed to the Beijing Er Yingchang, and then saw Gong Xue registering at the gate.

Zhu Lin frowned, thinking the other party came to find her. With this kind of small fry, she shouldn't be her opponent, not to mention she had just been injected with energy this morning.

As a result, she heard the gatekeeper uncle pointing out the location of Factory Director Wang Yang's office to Gong Xue.

"Comrade Gong Xue." Zhu Lin changed to a smiling face and went up to greet her.

Gong Xue was stunned: "Ah, Comrade Zhu Lin, hello. Are you not living in the Beijing Er Yingchang?"

"I'm a local, occasionally I go home to live." Zhu Lin walked into the factory area side by side with her.

"Oh, that's right. When I was at the Shanghai Er Yingchang, I also often went home to live." Gong Xue replied with a smile.

"What are you looking for the factory director for?" Zhu Lin asked.

Gong Xue didn't answer directly: "There are some official matters between our unit and the Beijing Er Yingchang to discuss."

Zhu Lin didn't know what official matters these two units had to discuss, but they had some private matters to discuss.

"Then are you eating at the Beijing Er Yingchang at noon? I'll treat you." Zhu Lin took the initiative to invite.

Gong Xue's fists clenched slightly, but her face remained relaxed: "Why don't we eat outside at noon? I saw a small restaurant."

Zhu Lin thought for a moment: "Alright."

At this time, Wei Ming had already climbed up. It was a bit late to go home and then to the airport. Fortunately, his things were all brought over yesterday.

So he brought his luggage downstairs to Seeing Biaozi and Little Mei and shouted: "Mei Culture, Zhao Debiao, are you at home?"

Then he saw that both of them actually appeared on the balcony, on their respective balconies.

Wei Ming was a bit surprised: "What's the situation? Didn't go to work at this time?"

"I was originally going to, didn't you see I'm already dressed." Seeing Biaozi said.

Mei Culture was still wearing pajamas, his eyes a bit dark, maybe he just slept.

Wei Ming: "Then Seeing Biaozi, you send me to the airport, and then ride the motorcycle to the Overseas Chinese Apartments."

After a while, Seeing Biaozi and Little Mei both came down.

Mei Culture yawned, looking like his body had been hollowed out by sex: "For safety's sake, I won't send you. I'll go to the shop later."

Wei Ming was too lazy to talk about him, indulging in female sex, what big things can he achieve.

Seeing Biaozi laughed and teased: "Little Mei, are you planning to have children? We haven't seen you come out of the room for two days."

Mei Culture: "That's right, my parents are anxious, and I gave out five bed-rolling red envelopes. Taking advantage of this heat, maybe we got pregnant."

Seeing Biaozi was surprised: "I also gave five, totaling fifty yuan, but my wife is already pregnant. Didn't I spend this money in vain!"

As the initiator, Wei Ming hurriedly changed the subject: "That, remember to hang the business license in the shop later. This can also be a propaganda point for our shop."

Mei Culture nodded, then handed him a copy of yesterday's "People's Daily."

The third page reported on Oriental New Territories and the two young store managers of this shop, as well as their photos holding the individual business license.

This was established as a positive example by the official, and the possibility of them being in textbooks was even higher.

Wei Ming told them: "Since the top is taking such good care of you, then you can improve your political status next. Aren't all districts holding representative elections recently? You work hard, maybe there is hope. With this identity, we don't play privilege, but at least we have one more ability to protect ourselves."

Mei Culture listened and nodded seriously.

Seeing Biaozi started Wei Ming's motorcycle: "Brother Ming, let's go."

Busy with the wedding for the past two days, everyone had limited time to get along. On the road, Wei Ming happened to chat with Seeing Biaozi.

"Yanzi is pregnant now. Does she have any ideas about her future career planning?" Wei Ming asked.

"Anyway, I can't let her fight. Originally there was a national competition at the end of the year, but now she's not participating. I'm thinking of letting her help out in the shop." Seeing Biaozi said.

This was still a bit regretful. Originally, these two years were the main period for Huang Jiaoyan to win the championship, but now it's all gone.

Wei Ming: "Health and children are the most important. This is also something that can't be helped."

Seeing Biaozi said again: "She said she likes filming quite a bit. Although it's bitter, she can go to many places, but this has to wait until after the child is born."

Wei Ming could help in this regard. There really weren't any female kung fu stars with great fame in the mainland, and Huang Jiaoyan had this potential.

"What about you, Seeing Biaozi?"

Seeing Biaozi thought for a moment: "I'm quite confused. I'm not as smart as you and Little Mei. Doing business is not flexible. If I film, besides good appearance conditions, my acting is not as good as Yanzi's. I don't even know what I can do in the future."

Wei Ming laughed: "At least you can be a good father first."

Seeing Biaozi was like a divine enlightenment: "Right, right, right, I can be a good father. I've decided, I want to have five with Yanzi, and I will take them to learn literature and martial arts all day long, cultivating them into talents!"

"Forget it, you'll be fined to death."

"Why?"

"Just wait and see the new policy."

Arriving at the airport, Seeing Biaozi watched Wei Ming board the plane and leave before walking away.

And at this time, Zhu Lin also finished work, walked to the factory gate, and saw Gong Xue waiting for her outside the gate.

The two tacitly came to that small restaurant, two bowls of noodles, two small dishes.

Zhu Lin even took out a jar of chili sauce from her bag.

"I heard you were an educated youth in Jiangxi, you should be able to eat spicy food, right? Do you want to try it."

"Alright," Gong Xue accepted Zhu Lin's kindness and praised it endlessly, "Delicious, too fragrant, is this made by your mother?"

"How could my mother have this skill? This was made by Auntie Xu." Zhu Lin replied.

"Which Auntie Xu?"

"It's Wei Ming's mother."

Gong Xue's action of eating noodles immediately paused.

Zhu Lin showed a successful smile, eating noodles calmly, really fragrant!

Gong Xue looked at Zhu Lin and asked: "Comrade Zhu Lin, how old are you?"

"I'm 52, birthday this month, what's wrong." Speaking of age, Zhu Lin became sensitive.

Gong Xue smiled: "I'm 53, then I'll call you sister like Ma Xiaowei. I plan to transfer to the Beijing Er Yingchang. We will definitely deal with each other often in the future. You must take care of me then."

"What, you want to transfer to the Beijing Er Yingchang?" Zhu Lin put down her chopsticks, "You came here today for this matter."

Gong Xue nodded: "Yes, our unit is restructuring. The leader asked me if I plan to focus on drama or film in the future. I thought about it, I still like film more, so I also need a film studio unit to receive me."

Before, she had been hesitant between Wei Ming and her hometown, but since the relationship between the two broke through, she understood that she already belonged to him wholeheartedly. Where he is, she is.

She invited Zhu Lin to dinner today, and the reason she hinted at her relationship with Wei Ming was also for this reason. She wanted to defend her hard-won happiness.

She could see that Zhu Lin must also have that meaning for Wei Ming. This is not strange. After all, her man is too excellent, but sorry, I came first, so you should be our good sister.

It just so happens that Zhu Lin also thought so. She also wanted to reveal her relationship with Wei Ming to make Gong Xue retreat in the face of difficulties, but she didn't expect her to meet the difficulties.

Now both of them put down their chopsticks, staring closely at each other.

"You..."

"I..."

Both made a sound at the same time, Gong Xue gently said: "Sister, you speak first."

Zhu Lin lowered her voice: "Do you know what relationship I have with him."

Gong Xue countered: "I think you might not know much about my relationship with him either."

Zhu Lin laughed, then touched her stomach.

Gong Xue's face was horrified, pointing at Zhu Lin's stomach.

Zhu Lin gently said: "That's right, I'm full."

"..." Gong Xue wiped the sweat on her forehead, almost thinking the other party used a killer move on her.

"Originally I thought we could become friends. Now it seems we'd better be opponents," Zhu Lin got up and said, "Then we will rely on our own abilities in the future. Let's see who he chooses."

"Wait a minute." Gong Xue called Zhu Lin.

Zhu Lin looked back, what, scared, ready to quit.

Gong Xue pointed at Zhu Lin's bag: "Can I add another spoonful of that chili sauce."

What a greedy girl, Zhu Lin was speechless, went back and gave her another spoonful: "Eat it."

After saying that, Zhu Lin left. Gong Xue ate the noodles in big mouthfuls. As she ate, tears rained down in the bowl.

"So spicy!"

Gong Xue ate everything including the soup and noodles masochistically because she ate too much, and her throat hurt from the spiciness.

Although she didn't know to what extent the relationship between Ma Xiaowei and Zhu Lin had reached, she didn't seem to be the only one in Ma Xiaowei's heart.

Alright, she was never his only one. There had always been a place for Melinda in his heart. First love, she could understand, could tolerate, anyway, they were separated by the ocean, but now there was another Zhu Lin.

Does liking an excellent man mean facing constant challenges?

And is that Zhang Yu also going to fight with her for a man?

Hmph, I'm not easy to bully either. After shedding tears and sweating, Gong Xue walked out of the small restaurant and reorganized her drums.

Zhu Lin, let's wait and see, let's see who can laugh last!

Now Ma Xiaowei and I have had a substantial relationship, and we have a love nest in the Magic City. We have so many common experiences and memories. I don't know how I can lose!

The solution Gong Xue could think of was to transfer the relationship to Yanjing, guard Ma Xiaowei in the future, and resolutely not have a long-distance relationship.

She guessed that it might be that Ma Xiaowei was empty during the time she was in the Magic City, and then Zhu Lin took advantage of the emptiness. She didn't blame her; she might also be unaware.

And Zhu Lin didn't sit still. She felt she had to know herself and the enemy, so she ran to the Jingshan Clothing Factory to find her classmate Li Chengru after work in the afternoon.

"Oh my, classmate Zhu Lin, how did you think of coming to find me." Li Chengru looked at the envious eyes of his colleagues next to him, and his vanity was greatly satisfied.

"I forgot when the class starts, came to ask you."

"Class starts in January." Li Chengru said.

"Oh, January, then our crew should be finished by then, can focus on learning," Zhu Lin smiled and asked again, "Chengru, do you still help people look at houses? I heard you say before that Wei Ming's courtyard was introduced by you."

"It's a coincidence. At that time, a childhood friend of mine wanted to go abroad, so he transferred the ancestral home to Writer Wei. I just helped pass the word."

"When was that?"

"Oh, this must have been half a year ago."

Zhu Lin's mouth twitched, half a year, actually half a year!

Half a year ago, she and Wei Ming were worrying about where to make love, but in fact, Wei Ming already had a courtyard at that time, but he kept his mouth shut. Then is there any secret about this courtyard that cannot be revealed to her!

Originally Zhu Lin felt that Gong Xue was the third party intervening in her and Wei Ming's feelings. Now she is a bit vague. Who of us is the third party?

After Wei Ming returned to the Magic City, he immediately went to the "Harvest" editorial department to get the manuscript of the next 100,000 words and modification opinions. Taking advantage of Sister Xue not coming back, he hurriedly started working. Maybe he could catch up with Sister Lin's birthday.

He, who was no longer short of money, could have lived more easily, but unfortunately, he owed too many debts.

The next morning, he also received a letter mailed from Xi'an by Director Wu Tianming, in which he talked about his idea of wanting to film "A Terracotta Warrior."

"I haven't touched this kind of fantasy story before, but because this is a story about terracotta warriors and a story written by Wei Laoshi, I am willing to try and hope to get your permission. You still write the script..."

Forget it, another debt collector came. Wei Ming thought for a moment and wrote a letter back to Wu Tianming, discussing how to film this movie.

He still hoped that this movie could be made into a co-production with Hong Kong, made more trendy, and then push the movie overseas, at least push it to Hong Kong, and promote the Xi'an business card of the Qin Shi Huang Terracotta Warriors through the movie.

Two days later, Gong Xue returned from Yanjing, and the two met outside and had a meal for the first time.

Gong Xue's expression was as usual, and she didn't mention the showdown with Zhu Lin at all.

Although she felt aggrieved in her heart, thinking of Ma Xiaowei's age, young people must be greedy for play, and their hearts are not settled, but he really has nothing to say to her.

Nearly 30,000 yuan for an old foreign-style house, plus thousands of yuan for renovation and refurbishment, he gave it without blinking. Such a man can't be found even with a lantern.

"Sister Xue, let's go see how the house renovation is going tonight." After dinner, Wei Ming proposed to do some after-dinner exercise.

Gong Xue gave him a white eye: "You only know that thing, do you miss me or that thing?"

"I want to do that thing with you. Sometimes I don't know how to express my love, feeling that language is too pale, so I'll just use practical actions."

Gong Xue thought, you have specific moves for this practical action, and she has been spoiled by him.

On the way to the old foreign-style house, Gong Xue recommended Xizi to Wei Ming.

"What do you think if Xizi plays the little gourd?"

Wei Ming was a bit worried: "The little gourd has a lot of crying scenes, can Xizi do it?"

Gong Xue: "Eat candy in front of him without giving it to him, and he can shed tears immediately. I have experience."

Wei Ming looked at Sister Gong Xue, alright, that's how you are a sister-in-law!

"Then okay, when the film studio comes, I will recommend you two together, bundled sales." Speaking of bundling, I don't know how acceptable Sister is to this way of playing.

Wei Ming touched his chin and entered the fantasy land.

Didn't let Wei Ming wait long, a few days later, the last issue of "Huacheng" this year was released.

Peking University.

Liu Zhenyun told Wei Ming about writing a book review in advance at the wedding, and Wei Ming said he would lend him the spare manuscript after he returned from the Magic City.

However, what Liu Zhenyun didn't expect was that Wei Ming actually had other works.

Before class, Dai Jinhua in the class walked into the classroom with a copy of "Huacheng," sat behind Liu Zhenyun, and told the classmate next to her: "Hey, this issue of 'Huacheng' has Wei Laoshi's work."

The classmate laughed and asked: "What good things did Wei Laoshi eat this time?"

She thought Wei Ming wrote gourmet essays again, but Dai Jinhua said: "Not an essay, but an original movie script. Looking at the name, it doesn't feel like Wei Ming, but I haven't read the content yet."

"Ah? A script written by Wei Ming, Old Dai, let me see." Liu Zhenyun turned back.

Dai Jinhua: "We are in class."

"It doesn't matter in the ideological cultivation class. My ideological and moral character is already very noble."

Dai Jinhua had to listen to the class seriously anyway and had no time to read, so she lent the magazine to him: "Return it to me after class."

"Thanks, Old Dai!" Liu Zhenyun was beautiful, and could save another yuan to buy the magazine.

This issue of "Huacheng" didn't have any strong works, and there weren't many famous authors. Although there was a short story "Brothers" by Shi Tiesheng, it couldn't be called a representative work. As everyone knows, Shi Tiesheng's essays are more worth watching.

So although Wei Ming presented a script, judging from the directory, this work was really the most attractive.

However, after watching for an hour, Liu Zhenyun decisively closed the magazine, didn't watch it, and made a gesture of listening carefully.

Dai Jinhua behind saw this and was a bit strange. Did Wei Laoshi lose his horse this time and write poorly?

Sure enough, novels and scripts are not the same thing. People who can write novels well may not be able to write scripts well.

However, after class, Liu Zhenyun immediately opened the magazine and read it again.

Dai Jinhua patted Liu Zhenyun: "Zhenyun, it's time to return the magazine to me."

Liu Zhenyun turned back, scaring Dai Jinhua: "You, you cried?"

Liu Zhenyun wiped his nose: "No! A man doesn't shed tears easily!"

Dai Jinhua added a sentence: "Only when it's not time to be sad. What on earth is wrong with you?"

Liu Zhenyun pointed at the text on the magazine: "Too, too damn touching!"

When Liu Zhenyun realized that Wei Ming had buried a tear-jerking bomb for the readers in class, he decisively stopped reading, otherwise he would have cried out in class.

But this thing is addictive. Finally, the inch-stop challenge failed. After class, Liu Zhenyun immediately read it again.

Dai Jinhua saw that he was like this, so let him finish reading before talking.

In the evening, Dai Jinhua got the magazine back and calmed down to read it in the dormitory.

And there were other roommates in the dormitory who bought this magazine. Because they read it earlier than her, they had already started crying.

This scene scared Dai Jinhua. This, do I still want to watch this?

A roommate who had already finished reading sobbed and said: "If you are holding the expectations of 'Herdsman' and 'Spring in the Sheep-Herding Class,' then don't read it. The literary and artistic qualities are far behind, but it's really too touching."

Dai Jinhua sneered: "I am the most cold-blooded person. A mere script wants to make me cry, impossible, absolutely impossible."

After the lights went out, the roommates said one after another: "Old Dai, have you finished crying? We have to get up at eight tomorrow!"

(End of chapter)