Chapter 273: A Night of Xue and Lin

Wei Ming had already arrived at Tuanjiehu, and the Casio electronic watch was also worn, but after waiting for an hour, it was dark and Sister Lin still hadn't come.

Did she go home again? Or was she held back by something at the Beijing Er Yingchang?

It was a pity that this house in Tuanjiehu didn't have a telephone, and there wasn't even a television. Bored, Wei Ming left a note and simply went downstairs, glancing at the room of Seeing Biaozi and little Mei in another building. The lights were on.

So he went upstairs and knocked on Mei Mei Wenhua's house.

"Brother?" Xu Xu Yunyun was a bit surprised that Wei Ming suddenly came to the door.

Wei Ming asked: "Is little Mei at home?"

"He is."

Now Dongfang Dongfang Xintiandi was on the right track, with a store manager and an advanced system, and the boss didn't need to accompany the employees to stay up late every day.

Wei Ming asked again: "Then have you eaten?"

Xu Yunyun: "Just about to eat."

Wei Ming: "I haven't eaten either."

Xu Yunyun laughed: "Brother, hurry in. Or should I go call Sister Yanzi and the others over?"

Wei Ming laughed: "That would be great. It's been a while since we gathered together."

He entered the room and saw Mei Mei Wenhua wearing an apron and turning around the gas stove. Wei Ming was greatly surprised: "You are the one cooking at home? Xu Yunyun is too outrageous."

Mei Mei Wenhua laughed: "Usually Xu Yunyun cooks, but I'll take care of it from now on."

Wei Ming: "What's wrong? Her cooking doesn't suit your taste? Too spicy?"

Mei Mei Wenhua put the plate on the table: "No, no, no, it's especially delicious. I originally wanted to talk about it in two months, since you asked, then..."

Wei Ming hurriedly stopped him: "No need to say, I understand."

He drank a sip of tea somewhat depressed. *Sigh, two buddies are going to be fathers. From now on, they are all a family of three playing together. Who will take me along? *

He didn't know if Sister Xue and Sister Lin were willing to become a family of three with him.

After a while, Seeing Biaozi and Yanzi, the couple, also came, and brought two bottles of wine, preparing for the three brothers to have a good drink.

Huang Huang Jiaoyan didn't show much pregnancy yet, and even wanted to drink a couple of sips, but was strongly suppressed by Seeing Biaozi.

After eating, Mei Mei Wenhua first reported the turnover of last month, which was also the last month of '80.

"Although facing the imitation of our peers, our turnover in December still easily exceeded 250,000. The down jacket you mentioned, big brother, is really good, light and warm. Although the price is expensive, the market is very buying it. Just this down jacket sold 1,000 pieces, and it's the only one on the market."

This was a suggestion Wei Ming made for winter clothing. Because of this, the goose feathers and duck feathers in the suburbs of Jingcheng could sell for a good price.

However, Wei Ming took a careful look and could see the goose down penetrating from the clothes on Seeing Biaozi and little Mei.

And the filling amount was large, and the clothes looked very bloated. The craftsmanship was still immature.

Seeing Biaozi, who was responsible for the clothing production link, said: "But now farmers are a bit afraid to sell duck and goose down. The higher-ups have issued documents twice recently and started to crack down on stealing chickens and dogs again."

Wei Ming just wanted to introduce advanced craftsmanship from Xiangjiang clothing factories when going to Xiangjiang, to engage in self-production and self-marketing, but hearing Seeing Biaozi say this, he suppressed the words. The wind direction was starting to change again. They, as a typical example established, should still be low-key.

Little Mei comforted him: "It doesn't matter. Our goose feather stock is enough to support this winter anyway. But next year, other families will definitely make down jackets. By then, those goose feathers won't be so easy to collect."

At this time, Xu Yunyun made a suggestion: "Can we collect them from the hometown in Hengzhou? The distance is not far, and there are many ducks and geese raised in the countryside there."

Wei Ming laughed: "When I go home for the New Year, I can mention it to the old branch secretary. The domestic down jacket market can be considered opened up by us. Even if we don't collect them, they don't have to worry about selling."

After eating, the two pregnant women went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Mei Mei Wenhua said to Wei Ming: "The Personal Income Tax Law will be implemented starting this year, so will our dividends also drop?"

Wei Ming didn't care: "As long as you have enough money, I'm fine."

He still had more than 20,000 in his hands now, and a large amount of foreign exchange, so he wasn't short of money.

Seeing Biaozi also agreed. He only had one wife, and his expenses were even smaller than Wei Ming's.

Thus, Mei Mei Wenhua decided that Wei Ming would get a fixed dividend of 1,000 yuan every month from now on, and they would also follow this proportion. The excess profit would be placed in the company's account.

"When the wind direction turns good, I must enter the production link." He said.

After ten o'clock, Xu Yunyun began to yawn. Wei Ming, Seeing Biaozi, and the three got up to say goodbye. Seeing Biaozi and his couple went home laughing and talking, while Wei Ming went to Building No. 2 alone.

Looking up, the lights were still dark. Opening the door, sure enough, Sister Lin didn't come. Wei Ming, who had two girlfriends, could only keep an empty room alone.

The next day.

Zhu Lin finally woke up from her hangover. She instinctively hugged the person in her arms, thinking it was Wei Ming, and even rubbed her two long legs against her.

However, when she touched the chest of the person in her arms, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Although it wasn't particularly big, it definitely wasn't the feel of a man's pectoral muscles!

Zhu Lin opened her eyes and saw that the person sleeping with her was Gong Ying, and both of them were wearing very little. At this time, as the day dawned, the heating was not burning enough, and she couldn't help but feel a chill, hurriedly wrapping the quilt on the two of them.

*I remember now. * She and Gong Ying drank yesterday. She didn't expect a Modou person to be quite capable of drinking. Zhu Lin originally thought she had it in the bag, but the result was that the two of them finished a bottle of wine.

This was a catty of white wine!

And taking advantage of the wine, the two also told many stories about each other and Wei Ming, which was called frankness.

Zhu Lin told Gong Ying about the object she had before. Gong Ying also confessed that when she went to the countryside before, an educated youth confessed to her. She was moved, but later she was admitted to the army, so it ended without a disease.

Later, they drilled into the quilt, took off until only underwear was left, compared the sizes of each other, and even asked about the details when having sex with Wei Ming.

In this regard, Gong Ying was much worse. Her number of times was not dominant, and Wei Ming didn't dare to do too excessive things, and the movements were relatively traditional.

Zhu Lin immediately showed off the high-difficulty movements she could pose after dance training and yoga learning, which made Gong Ying stunned.

Zhu Lin also let Gong Ying lie underneath, and she taught her how to do it comfortably as Wei Ming.

*I'm really crazy! * Thinking of that scene last night, Zhu Lin covered her face, feeling that she had no face to see anyone. Why don't I suffocate Gong Ying to death now, and then suffocate myself to death.

Just as this thought popped up, Gong Ying also opened her eyes, patted her head for the first time, and her eyes were still a bit unclear. She was indeed not as capable of drinking as Zhu Lin. She was completely holding on yesterday.

"Sister, you're awake. What time is it?" Gong Ying asked in a daze.

"What did you call me?" Zhu Lin was stunned, and the corners of her mouth began to lift.

Gong Ying: "Comrade Zhu Lin, what time is it?"

Zhu Lin laughed and hooked Gong Ying's neck: "I'm at least a bit older than you. You calling me sister is not a loss."

Hearing her say "a bit older," Gong Ying immediately thought of the scene where the two hugged together and compared sizes through touch yesterday. She didn't know if men would compare length, but as a woman, she felt so ashamed.

"I, I want to leave." Gong Ying blushed and looked for her clothes. Through putting on clothes one by one, the memory of taking off clothes yesterday was also found piece by piece.

*Sure enough, I can't drink casually in the future. Drinking ruins things! *

Seeing Gong Ying's shy look, Zhu Lin, who was also embarrassed, immediately felt a sense of accomplishment. She took her pants: "Alright, if you want to talk about leaving, I should be the one leaving. This is your room."

Gong Ying slowed down. *Oh, right. *

"Then what are you going to do next?" She asked.

Zhu Lin: "I'm leaving soon, of course I'm going to date little Wei."

Gong Ying laughed: "Pah, shameless."

Zhu Lin pinched Gong Ying's cheek: "Don't worry, I'll use it for the last time. Once I leave, it will be yours."

Gong Ying was even more shy, but she didn't dislike her pinching her cheek. After yesterday's three-year covenant and confession bureau, they could already calmly accept the other party saying some large-scale words.

She asked back: "Where do you usually date?"

"Yesterday?" Zhu Lin thought about it, "It seems it wasn't really said. He bought a commercial building in my name, in Tuanjiehu."

Gong Ying immediately widened her eyes. She thought she was the only one who had a house!

Zhu Lin put on her clothes, feeling that the fact she said was a bit cruel to little Gong. A house was worth more than 10,000 yuan.

Thus, she hooked Gong Ying's shoulder and said: "After all, I have been with him longer. When your feelings are deeper, with his temper, he will definitely buy you one too."

"He..." Gong Ying stopped talking, but still didn't say about the old Western-style house in Modou. Anyway, she was going back to Modou in a few days. By then, the house would be almost renovated. She would simply invite Zhu Lin to be a guest.

Gong Ying was secretly proud of her belly darkness: *I am simply too bad! *

Walking out of the Beijing Er Yingchang facing the morning sun, Zhu Lin was in a great mood. It was said, no need to guard against each other, and there was a unified program, just sit and wait for little Wei to be 22 years old three years later.

As for the next things, just date low-key.

However, when approaching Tuanjiehu, Zhu Lin thought, what if he doesn't choose me three years later?

The question Gong Ying considered first, she was now thinking about it unhurriedly.

Zhu Lin was actually a person who could endure loneliness. When she was a child, there was a period when her parents were not at home and went to a farm. Her sister lived in the university, and she went to school and came back alone, feeling quite self-entertained.

But after 31 years old, she was alone. Could she endure this loneliness?

If she was the loser, why not ask little Wei for a child?

Thinking and thinking, Tuanjiehu arrived. She wasn't sure if she could see little Wei, but she was lucky. The brat was still sleeping, and he was wearing the electronic watch she gave him on his wrist.

*Smell of wine? *

Zhu Lin thought it was hers, so she hurriedly washed up and changed her clothes. As a result, Wei Ming still had the smell of wine on him. It was estimated that he had been drinking with friends.

Zhu Lin, who originally wanted to give Wei Ming a good morning kiss, changed her mind. She remembered Gong Ying said that she and Wei Ming had tried "cross-mouth assistance" in addition to normal communication methods.

She, a medical worker, felt it was exciting. Gong Ying, this weak Jiangnan woman, was really unexpected.

Thinking and thinking, Zhu Lin reached out to Wei Ming's long johns.

A few minutes later, Wei Ming woke up, and before he woke up, someone had already stood up in advance.

Wei Ming didn't plan to go to work in the morning. Zhu Lin was leaving tomorrow. Today, either she dies or I die. Fight!

Zhu Lin didn't tell Wei Ming about the agreement between her and Gong Ying. This was also what she and Gong Ying had agreed on in advance, otherwise it would seem they were too cheap.

Although Wei Ming's physical quality was hard, it was not realistic to do it all day. Fortunately, Zhu Lin had the script of *Joyous Reunion* on her, so he analyzed the plot and characters for the good sister, helping her enter the role better.

*Joyous Reunion* had one of the highest viewing numbers in '81. In his past life, Wei Ming had watched it more than once in the countryside, and later watched it several times on the movie channel. It could be said that he was very familiar with the plot and characters.

Zhu Lin was immersed in the aftertaste just now at first, but soon realized that what little Wei said was all dry goods. His insight into the film was unique. Previously, she was able to get the female lead of *The Withered* thanks to his help, so she began to take it seriously.

Later, she not only listened, but also borrowed a notebook from Wei Ming to start taking notes.

Later, Wei Ming wanted to reignite, but Zhu Lin didn't agree: "Tell me again what to pay attention to when the second sister-in-law plays against the eldest sister-in-law."

Wei Ming: "You beg me."

"Beg you."

Wei Ming: "Call me brother."

"Brother, beg you."

Wei Ming: "Call me dad... ah ah ah, I say, I say."

Zhu Lin: *Hmph, I am not some delicate queen! *

She twisted Wei Ming's waist, and Wei Ming confessed everything, letting him say whatever he wanted.

Happy time was always short. 24 hours a day seemed a bit unusable. The next day, Zhu Lin went to the Beijing Er Yingchang early, returned to Modou with the people from the Shanghai Er Yingchang. Da Da Shichang also left. Now Zhang Yu wanted to find someone to speak Shanghainese, she could only find Gong Ying.

But she couldn't find her. After Sister Lin left, Wei Ming, who had neglected Sister Xue for the past few days, naturally had to accompany her well, and even took her into Peking University, leading her to listen to two English classes for freshmen. She said she wanted to learn foreign languages.

Yu Yu Minhong was the first to notice this girl wearing a mask. Winter had come, and many people had colds recently, so wearing a mask was not strange. What was strange was that the eyes exposed were too good-looking, and the person sitting next to her was Wei Ming!

Now Peking University students all had to call him Wei Laoshi, the 19-year-old Wei Laoshi.

Wei Laoshi even talked to that girl.

"Is it difficult to listen?"

"A bit."

Wei Ming: "This is the slow class of the Western Language Department. The teacher teaches relatively shallowly. Other classes in the same grade will listen even more difficultly."

These words happened to be heard by Yu Yu Minhong, making his face red with shame. Although they were all in the Western Language Department, they would still be divided into three, six, and nine grades according to their grades. He was likely not to be a translator for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

After the two classes ended, Wei Ming and Gong Ying left the scene for the first time, preparing to go out to eat.

"Sister Hong, that was your brother just now, right?" Roommate Qiao Cui asked.

Wei Hong glanced at the departing back: "Right, the height is about the same."

Ning Xin said: "There is also a woman next to him, wearing a mask, looking like Gong Ying."

Guo Qian: "You can recognize her even wearing a mask?"

Ning Xin: "Didn't you notice when Xu Yunyun got married? She also came to participate. I remember the hairstyle is the same, and the figure is about the same."

Qiao Cui asked excitedly: "Sister Hong, what is the relationship between your brother and Gong Ying?"

She particularly liked the female lead in the film version of *The Herdsman*. *China Youth Daily* selected the "Top Ten Most Favorite Young Screen Images," and she even specifically voted for Gong Ying.

Ning Xin answered on her behalf: "What relationship can there be, a cooperative relationship."

Wei Hong nodded ignorantly: "Right, a cooperative relationship."

How old was she? Now she was completely immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and was even more dull about feelings.

A while back, a freshman from the International Politics department who supposedly scored the highest in the country for liberal arts had someone reach out to their dorm, wanting to get to know Wei Hong. She shut him down immediately: "No time, not interested."

At that time, she was busy writing books and establishing theories, and indeed had no interest in this kind of dating activity.

Two days later, Gong Ying and Director Wang Wang Haowei, as well as the confirmed male lead Ma Ma Xiaowei and others, also set off to the South, first to Modou to survey the scene, and then to Northern Jiangsu. By then, they would film with a combination of real scenes and studio scenes.

After Gong Ying left, Peking University also entered the final exam period, and Wei Ming also began a new creation.

He originally wanted to write that science fiction novel about dinosaurs first, but at this time he received a letter sent by Director Li Li Hanxiang from Xiangjiang.

He didn't urge himself to write the script, just chatting, chatting about the secret history of the Qing Palace, chatting about Ming and Qing furniture, chatting about celebrity anecdotes, and chatting about the film situation in Xiangjiang last year.

Wei Ming knew what he meant, so he picked up the reference books Li Li Hanxiang left for him and began to read.

Because he liked Liang Liang Jiahui very much, Wei Ming had studied his emperor-sealing works *Burning of the Old Summer Palace* and *Listening to Politics Behind the Curtain* deeply. And Li Li Hanxiang left the labor results left by the previous three screenwriters. In fact, this work had been completed by 50%. What Wei Ming needed to do was to turn one film script into two.

So this work was relatively simple. However, based on the idea of not letting Party A pick out faults, Wei Ming didn't write immediately, but first finished reading the books Li Li Hanxiang left, and then went to the ancient book library of Peking University to read for a few days.

Afterwards, under the introduction of Lao Lao Lao Wei, he met his friend of different generations, Mr. Wang Wang Shixiang, and personally listened to this old man tell some stories he had learned about the Forbidden City, about palace maids, about eunuchs, and about Aisin Gioro.

Benefited a lot!

However, the one who benefited the most was Lao Lao Lao Wei. Through Mr. Wang, he met Mr. Zhu Jiajin, Mr. Mei Baojiu, etc., and learned a lot of skills from them.

By accident, he mixed into the cultural circle! And people didn't know his son was Wei Ming at first, all relying on his own mouth.

A mouth that was so annoying in Gouzitun, but in the Four Nine City, it was liked by these old gentlemen. The key was that he knew how to play, and the old men all loved to play.

Recently, Lao Lao Lao Wei had been tinkering with a lot of Ming and Qing furniture in the Sihe Academy, and even started to scrape porcelain, and even set up a Qing Dynasty huanghuali display shelf to arrange his Ru kiln, Jun kiln, and blue and white porcelain.

Wei Ming didn't care about him, and occasionally asked him if the money was enough, and then gave him some to let him buy whatever he wanted.

Every time he went to the Sihe Academy, Wei Ming didn't look at what he bought, focusing on cultivating feelings with the dog Ginkgo, sometimes even tying a rope to take it for a walk through the streets and alleys.

In this era, tying a rope was not to protect passersby, but purely to protect the dog Ginkgo. If it ran around, it would be in someone's stomach in eight or nine cases.

Dog meat was top-grade meat.

Occasionally, Wei Ming would also let Ginkgo sit on his motorcycle to take it to the suburbs to run wild.

This day, Wei Ming brought Ginkgo back to the Sihe Academy from the suburbs. His mother had just finished cooking lunch, and Lao Lao Lao Wei went to Dongfang Dongfang Xintiandi to deliver meals.

Wei Ming originally wanted to change him a motorcycle, but Lao Lao Lao Wei didn't want it, saying that if he rode a motorcycle to collect objects in the future, people would definitely raise the price. He actually wanted Wei Ming's old broken 28-inch bicycle more.

Wei Ming just put the dog down, and Xu Shufin pulled him and said: "Your father spent more than 100 yuan today to buy a piece of porcelain. You don't even say anything about him."

"More than 100?" This was indeed a bit beyond Lao Lao Lao Wei's usual consumption level. The most expensive furniture he bought didn't exceed 100.

"What porcelain?" Wei Ming asked.

"Said it was blue and white, oh, Yuan blue and white."

"Oh?"

Wei Ming ran to Lao Lao Lao Wei's collection room and took a look. The blue and white was indeed a blue and white, but whether it was Yuan blue and white, he didn't know, but it was definitely not the very famous *Guiguzi Descending the Mountain* jar and the *Xiao He Chasing Han Xin* plum vase.

Wei Ming couldn't understand, so he let Lao Lao Lao Wei go. Anyway, 100 yuan, not enough to lose money.

It wasn't that there were no fakes in the early 80s, but many fakes were Tang and Song ancient objects imitated in the late Qing and early Republic, which were also considered antiques, just not that expensive.

And Jingcheng didn't let him raise donkeys or cows, so he had to cultivate some hobbies.

Immediately, Wei Ming also urged his mother: "Must close the door, don't let Ginkgo come in and mess around."

"I know, it's just that this thing is too expensive."

As they were talking, Lao Lao Lao Wei came back, and didn't mention the Yuan blue and white he bought for 100 yuan, but said to Wei Ming: "I met a little friend who wants to visit you. Do you have time?"

Wei Ming laughed: "You were with old men before, how come you are playing with kids now?"

Is the range of friends so wide?

"It's not a kid, a few years older than you. This young man I met when collecting things, later we met often and gradually got familiar. Don't look at him as a worker, he has a lot of heart, and likes to collect things, and also thinks about writing novels. I told him about you."

"So he is looking for me to?"

"Want you to help look at the novel he wrote, whether he can eat this bowl of rice."

Wei Ming thought about it, this face of his father had to be given, so he said: "The novel can be looked at, but the person won't be seen. I'm busy writing a script for Li Li Hanxiang recently. Later, you take his work home, and I'll take a look for him."

"Hey, that's fine. I'll just say my son is helpful!" Lao Lao Lao Wei was very happy. He finally didn't lose face in front of his friends.

Two days later, he brought a novel manuscript, titled *The Moon is Round Tonight*, a short story.

The story was about a workshop worker being loved by the workshop goddess. The novel's writing was average, and the ideological content was not high. This author's education should not be high, and he didn't go to school much, but the story was written interestingly, the words had spirit, and there was no craftsmanship of those academic schools.

Wei Ming felt it was okay. Even if it couldn't reach the four great masters, it could still be published in secondary journals.

Looking at the end, there was also an author signature—Ma Ma Weidu.

Wei Ming took a look, *Whoa, it's him! *

Thus, the final comment: Suggest submitting to *China Youth Daily*~

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