Chapter 342

"You're talking about 'In the Heat of the Sun,' right? I've heard friends around me talk about it, a kind of character that loves and hates, unable to stop. Is it really that awesome?" Wang Shuo took the magazine and said somewhat unconvinced.

"You'll know when you look at it. You look at his, I'll look at yours," Zheng Xiaolong said.

The Wang Shuo work he was looking at was a short story called "The Story of the Seagull." Because Wang Shuo was from the navy, this novel also told the story of a young navy sailor.

Coincidentally, it also showed some ideological collisions of the male lead during puberty, and there were similarities in the theme.

When Zheng Xiaolong finished reading, Wang Shuo was reading intently. Feeling someone staring at him, he looked up at Zheng Xiaolong and said: "This novel is a bit long. Prepare me some dinner; I'll eat at your place."

"Okay, you read first."

Wang Shuo: "By the way, throw mine into the trash can."

Zheng Xiaolong laughed: "No need to be self-deprecating. Writing worse than Wei Ming is nothing shameful. I know several people from the 77th grade of the Chinese Department of Peking University, basically all of whom published articles in journals and newspapers as soon as they entered school. As a result, two years ago, when Wei Ming entered Peking University, the entire Literature Department was defeated by a gatekeeper, and they didn't dare to say they were cultural people."

Wang Shuo sighed: "Keep it. I'll change it later and publish it, earn some manuscript fees, and have a good meal."

At this time, Wang Shuo had not yet formed his unique style. He had read "The Story of Two Donkeys" before, and just felt that this kind of stinky poor language style was very interesting, the same as his usual behavior.

Now seeing "In the Heat of the Sun," which continues and carries forward the style of "The Story of Two Donkeys," Wang Shuo has gained some insights into the clever combination of Beijing-style ruffianism and text. Perhaps this is a path more suitable for him.

He could even go more extreme on the basis of Wei Ming. This work of Wei Ming still has a literary temperament, and he can go forward on the path of ruffianism completely!

Beichizi Sihe Academy.

The bedroom window was suddenly knocked open by Gong Xue, and there was a Wei Ming behind her.

Although it was dark, although the courtyard was big enough, the movement wouldn't spread to the outside, although Wei Ming had driven away the cats and dogs that came to watch the fun, this was still too challenging to Sister Xue's sense of shame.

At this time, Gong Xue, with half of her white body sticking out of the window, felt that the outdoors was very bright, not like eight or nine o'clock.

She looked up and saw a large, bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Sister Xue suddenly realized: "Today is the Wang Wang Zhongqiu!"

"That's right~" Wei Ming pulled one of her arms.

Gong Xue: "Then you should go home today."

Wei Ming: "I ate at home at noon. I have two mooncakes in my bag. We can pad our stomachs if we are hungry at night."

"I mean you should accompany your family tonight."

Wei Ming: "Accompany them tomorrow. Accompany you today, so you don't miss home."

Hearing this, Gong Xue's nose felt sour with emotion. Forget it, let him mess around. Fortunately, it's a Sihe Academy, and fortunately, they have such a large private space in Beijing to have fun.

The next day, Wei Ming really wanted to accompany his family at home. He didn't come back for Wang Wang Zhongqiu yesterday mainly because Lao Lao Lao Wei didn't come back, so his grandmother was invited by Mei Wenhua to the Mei family to spend the festival together.

Now his grandmother is a bit in a dilemma, wanting to watch her granddaughter give birth and also thinking about the post-disaster reconstruction work in her hometown. She can't stay, and she can't leave.

Today Lao Lao Lao Wei returned gloriously from his hometown, his grandmother also came back, his cousin Long Xiaoyang was also there, and Uncle Ping'an's family of four was also called over, which can be considered as a delayed Wang Wang Zhongqiu.

"Xizi, this is yours, Lele, yours." After seeing the two primary school students, Lao Lao Lao Wei first gave them each a Black Cat Detective doll.

Wei Ming took a look. The needlework was fine, but the image was slightly rough, mainly reflected in the fact that the detective's black cloth was not black enough, the white cloth was not white enough, and there was no fluffy feeling of a cat. In addition, the eyes were two yellow buttons.

From the perspective of Wei Ming, who accompanied his girlfriends to catch dolls in his previous life, these two cloth dolls are definitely unqualified and not industrialized enough.

However, the two little ones liked them very much and held them all the time during the meal. In such an era of material scarcity and cloth shortage, it is already very rare to have such toys, and the children are not picky.

Lao Lao Lao Wei told Wei Ming: "This was sewn by Widow Zhao in one day."

Wei Ming: "That hand speed is okay. What did the supply and marketing cooperative say?"

Lao Lao Lao Wei smiled: "The supply and marketing cooperative said that for this quality, 50 cents each, they want as many as there are. Now those skillful ladies in the village are all working hard. Everyone thanks you for finding them such a way to make money."

Wei Ping'an said on the side: "The ways to make money that Little Ming found for the fellow villagers are not few. Planting in greenhouses is one, collecting goose down and duck down is one, and this Black Cat Detective doll."

Uncle Ping'an was very emotional. His big nephew is indeed practicing the sentence "let those who get rich first lead those who get rich later" with practical actions.

Wei Ming said: "Greenhouses and goose down and duck down will have to wait until this winter to see the results. I hope I can help the fellow villagers."

Wei Jiefang said: "Now that the land has been divided, everyone has enough enthusiasm. Even the lazy people usually have become better at living. This year will definitely be better than last year, and it will definitely be better year by year in the future."

Afterwards, Lao Lao Lao Wei showed everyone a group photo of him with county leaders at the foundation laying ceremony of Wei Ming Bridge, and even a big leader from the region came.

Finally, Uncle Ping'an, who was at the department level, raised his glass and mentioned: "Let us toast to the health of our relatives far away, and wish our great motherland prosperity."

Wei Ming looked out the window. The moon is full on the 15th and 16th. The moon today must be more effective in helping people realize their wishes.

In addition to prosperity, everyone also hopes that the country can be peaceful, and no one wants to experience troubled times again.

Lao Lao Lao Wei said: "When I came back, I heard on the train that the Russians held a military exercise, and the formation was quite large. It won't be aimed at us again, right?"

The former big brother, now the people in the country all call them Russians, and the feelings have completely faded.

Wei Ming said: "The August military exercise lasted for eight days and mobilized more than 500,000 troops. The formation is indeed large."

Wei Ping'an continued: "This is also the largest military exercise in human history. It is a show of force, but it is not aimed at us, but to deter NATO. Poland is a bit chaotic now."

Men together must talk about politics. Even Long Xiaoyang participated, feeling that these two months in Beijing were too eye-opening.

At this time, Lu Xiaoyan said: "Wait and see, we are going to have a military exercise too."

Early the next morning, Lao Lao Lao Wei and Uncle Ping'an were going to Shanghai together. Uncle Ping'an was going to a meeting, and by the way, he would accept the old foreign-style house with Lao Lao Lao Wei.

However, after the house was collected, no one lived there, and it had to be maintained and managed, which was also a troublesome thing.

And Uncle Ping'an had been hiding this matter from Aunt Xiaoyan. He was looking for a suitable opportunity to confess a part of it to her.

The next day, after sending Lao Lao Lao Wei away, Wei Ming took out the newspapers and letters in the mailbox. The newspaper indeed reported the movements of our country.

Wei Ming remembers this vividly. In his previous life, he watched this documentary in his rural hometown at this time. All the villagers felt very proud and had a sense of security.