Chapter 361

Zhu Lin, who hung up the phone, was puzzled. Why did Wei Ming's mother ask her to eat?

Could it be, could it be that Ma Xiaowei confessed to his parents!

Zhu Lin blushed, and her heartbeat began to accelerate. She sat on the sofa, and then saw two pieces of paper pressed on the coffee table.

The first piece of paper was written by Little Xue to Ma Xiaowei, saying that the Shanghai Er Yingchang had sent her a script, a period piece from the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. The role was very good, virtuous and talented, and she really liked it, so she planned to go to the Magic City today and would be back soon.

Zhu Lin smiled dotingly: "I film period pieces, and you film period pieces too, copycat."

The letter below read: "Ma Xiaowei, I met your parents, grandmother, and sister-in-law..."

"What!" Zhu Lin became nervous. Stinky girl, you are running ahead, aren't you!

After reading the content behind, she knew that it was not Gong Xue's initiative, but she was called to the Overseas Chinese Apartment by Wei Ming's mother to enlighten grandmother, and she even ate there and spent the night.

But seeing the scene she described of getting along harmoniously with Wei Ming's family, Zhu Lin still felt sour in her heart.

She hadn't even been to her parents' place since returning to Yanjing. The first stop was to find Little Xue here, and she even wanted to have a grand reunion of the north and south with her. You are good, you almost stole the house.

The letter was written by Little Xue to Ma Xiaowei, but she didn't expect that she would suddenly kill back from the Northeast and intercept such heavyweight information.

Now she understood why Aunt Xu made this phone call. It turned out to be to Little Xue, but she didn't know that this was actually her own home.

It doesn't matter. I'll pretend I don't know about the previous things, and I'll go to eat with a thick skin. Whatever treatment Little Xue gets, I want the same treatment.

But of course, I have to dress up now. Seeing the parents formally for the first time, I must attach importance to it. Zhu Lin turned out Gong Xue's makeup box and used her mask.

Zhu Lin had already figured it out here, but Xu Shufen was just a little puzzled. Why did Little Xue's voice sound a bit wrong?

Usually, she couldn't hear Gong Xue's southern accent. Her Mandarin was very standard and her articulation was clear, so she had been a host many times later. But why did it sound a bit like a Beijing accent now?

Xu Shufen didn't take it to heart, just thinking that the child had lived in Yanjing for too long and was smoked with the taste.

She started to get busy preparing vegetables, with fish and meat, and a greedy Black Cat Detective waiting to eat the scraps she cut off.

Now Xu Shufen also knows how to enjoy life. There is a tape recorder in the kitchen, playing the Hong Kong version of the *Tomorrow Will Be Better* album, humming songs while working.

Around five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhu Lin arrived. She arrived relatively early, thinking that she could help do some work.

But she knocked on the door for a long time and didn't hear Ginkgo's call. She saw the door was ajar, so she pushed the door directly.

"Auntie!" Zhu Lin, carrying two large bags, shouted.

"Coming, coming," Xu Shufen wiped the water on her hands, "Why are you here so early? Auntie hasn't..."

Halfway through, Xu Shufen's voice stopped abruptly.

She blinked her eyes. Why does today's Gong Xue look so much like Zhu Lin?

Zhu Lin stepped forward: "Auntie, you haven't finished cooking yet. It just so happens that I can help you. Oh, I also brought some local specialties from the Northeast for you. See if there is anything you can use."

Back from the Northeast?

Xu Shufen confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her eyes. It was the phone that had a problem. This is called a crossed line, right?!

"Little Lin, you are here, why bring gifts?" After the initial surprise, Xu Shufen hurriedly changed her thinking. No matter who came, Gong Xue or Zhu Lin, aren't they both Ma Xiaowei's good friends?

Xu Shufen looked at the things Zhu Lin brought with a slightly unnatural look. She didn't have as good acting skills as Lao Lao Lao Wei after all.

"Oh my, these are all good things. These mushrooms smell so fragrant," Xu Shufen asked, "You said you came back from the Northeast?"

"Yes, back from Changchun. Filming a play at the Changchun Er Yingchang."

Xu Shufen immediately thought of the time when her son disappeared. When he came back, he also brought a lot of Northeast specialties. Could it be...

"Then is this finished?" Xu Shufen asked again.

"Not yet. Previously, it was all studio filming. Next, there are some location scenes. I have to transfer to Suzhou to film in two days."

Xu Shufen: "Oh my, Suzhou. That must be very far away, right? Do you have to take a plane?"

Zhu Lin: "Then I have to ask. If there is an airport there, I will take a plane."

"There is heaven above, Suzhou and Hangzhou below. Such a big city as Suzhou, can't there be an airport." Xu Shufen smiled and welcomed Zhu Lin in.

Only then did Xu Shufen have the leisure to look at Zhu Lin carefully. Beautiful, really beautiful, with a kind of beauty of national peace and people's security.

Zhu Lin is less than half a year older than Gong Xue, but she looks more mature and atmospheric. It's not that she is old. This skin is also quite hydrated. Although not as white as Little Xue, it is not comparable to ordinary people. It's just that there is an obvious sister feeling standing with her son.

Being scrutinized by the mother of the man she loves, Zhu Lin is also a bit shy.

So as soon as she sat down, she said: "Auntie, I'll help you cook. What shall we do?"

"Oh, you sit and rest. I'm almost done."

"That won't work. If Ma Xiaowei knows, he will say I'm lazy again," Zhu Lin smiled and followed Auntie's butt, "My cooking skills are average, but I am obedient. Whatever you ask me to do, I will do."

Xu Shufen was happy in her heart. Other people of the same age are worrying about the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Both of these in her hands are so sensible and well-behaved, and they are beautiful big stars. It is really hard to find them with a lantern.

For a time, I didn't know which one to choose. Oh my, I'm laughing with Little Lin here. Little Xue won't know, right?

Although her son is a scumbag, Xu Shufen doesn't have the psychological quality of a scumbag mother-in-law at all, and her heart is more tangled than her son's.

When the sky darkened, there was a roar of motorcycles outside. Wei Ming is back!

Why not come back, keep an empty room alone~

Seeing her parents again, Wei Ming, who understood that he had been exposed, not only didn't show embarrassment, but also found a reason for his late return.

"I went to Tuanjiehu to see Yunyun and grandmother. It is estimated that they will be born in a week or so. Little Mei is worrying about the name."

Lao Lao Lao Wei smiled: "Their family name is really not easy to name. Look at their family's names, Mei Heping, Mei Shengli, Mei Wenhua."

Wei Ming thought, your Wei Jiefang and Wei Ping'an are not much better.

Xu Shufen said: "The names of the three father and son are not very pleasant. This is another boy. I don't know what Mei will be this time."

Wei Hong asked: "Then did Yunyun and the others ask you?"

"Asked, of course. I asked Little Mei to prepare a big red envelope for me on the day of the birth, and I will give him a good name." Wei Ming laughed and sat down.

"Son," Lao Lao Lao Wei leaned to Wei Ming's side, "I saw in the newspaper that you were killing all sides in West Germany this time and earned a lot of foreign exchange. So how much did you earn?"

"More than one million," seeing that his parents were shocked to stand up, he added, "I mean RMB."

"We are standing for RMB!" Lao Lao Lao Wei exclaimed, and was a little worried. It is still reassuring to spend some money, "If it weren't for taking care of Steel Egg, I really want to go back to my hometown to build a road."

Wei Ming smiled: "Building a road is no problem, but everyone is busy. You can build it when you go back to your hometown for the New Year."

Xu Shufen sighed: "Can this New Year still be spent in my hometown?"

Wei Hong smiled: "It's not bad to spend it in Hong Kong. At that time, the whole family will really be reunited."

Lao Lao Lao Wei and Xu Shufen looked at their daughter unexpectedly: "Little Hong, you..."

Wei Ming smiled: "We met Grandpa when we transferred in Hong Kong. Little Hong knows everything."

Wei Hong said: "Don't worry, I will definitely not talk about this kind of thing, it must rot in my stomach."

Lao Lao Lao Wei asked: "Then did you see Uncle Ping'an?"

"Yes, they chatted alone behind our backs for a few words." Wei Hong said.

Lao Lao Lao Wei was a little guilty, thinking, could it be that they were talking about the aunt?

It was getting late, and the family of four went to sleep. However, Wei Ming read English novels for a while before sleeping.

In the days without a girlfriend, he could only put all his energy into work and study.

The next day, Wei Ming and Wei Hong returned to Peking University to work and study, galloping all the way.

On the way, the two discussed, Wei Ming said: "After the Publishing Bureau gives me the money, I will hand over the part you plan to donate to the Rubik's Cube Club to you."

"That should be a lot of money!" Wei Hong was excited.

"It should be forty or fifty thousand. I will just give you fifty thousand directly. It is not necessarily a good thing for a small club to suddenly get so much money."

Wei Hong: "I have already thought about it. We will also deposit it in the bank, and then set up a scholarship to subsidize poor students in the name of the Rubik's Cube Club."

"That's a way. This can be considered part of social practice. I wish you success."

Wei Ming entered the library and naturally ushered in a compliment from his colleagues.

He took out the special sausage brought from Germany at the right time to share with everyone, and his colleagues shouted that Teacher Wei was virtuous and artistic.

There was also a colleague who told him, "Teacher Wei, don't forget that you are going to take an exam."

Their correspondence students also have to take exams, so Wei Ming returned to his post and, in addition to reading English books and writing those serialized stories, he also had to review the relevant knowledge of library science. After two years, he had to write a thesis when he graduated.

However, the news of Wei Ming's return from Germany spread quickly in the school. At noon, Liu Zhenyun ran to find him.

"Teacher Wei, have you seen the latest *Literary Newspaper*!" he asked.

"No, is it about Germany?"

"More than that, there is *In the Name of the People*. The *Literary Newspaper* reprinted the preface Mr. Mao Dun wrote for you, and also said that Mr. Yang Xianyi and Ms. Dai Naidie are going to translate books for you. Finally, it reported the good news that the sales of this book exceeded one million. It's only been half a month!"

Sold 1 million in half a month. It seems that 1.6 million sets can't be stopped, and it has to be reprinted.

*In the Name of the People* even set off a small climax of creation in that period of time in the field of popular literature, especially with *Story Club* and the newly launched *Legend of the Past* as the main positions.

Liu Zhenyun added: "With the influence of our book, the Mao Dun Literature Prize is estimated to be like exploring a bag."

Wei Ming waved his hand: "You kid, stop praising me. Do you have anything to do?"

"Hehe, hehehe," Liu Zhenyun was a little embarrassed, "I recently borrowed Liang Zuo's camera to take some photos. There are mine, Meizi's, and that giant panda of Uncle Jiefang's. They haven't been washed out yet."

Wei Ming: "Bring it over. I also have to wash a batch of photos taken in Germany."

Photography is one of Wei Ming's hobbies, and he can gain pleasure from it.

Liu Zhenyun saved a sum of money, so he readily invited Wei Ming to have a meal in the student cafeteria. This time, he even ordered a meat dish.

While eating, this table of theirs, as well as the surrounding tables, were surrounded by familiar Chinese department students. Wei Hong saw her brother and couldn't squeeze in.

The students asked Teacher Wei about what he saw and heard at the Frankfurt Book Fair, as well as the dynamics of international literary development trends.

Wei Ming said: "Now Latin American magic realism can be considered a trend in the international community. I expect Marquez of *One Hundred Years of Solitude* will soon win the Nobel Prize in Literature."

*One Hundred Years of Solitude*? Marquez?

These terms are still too strange for the literary youth of Peking University now. It will not be until 1984 that the Chinese translation will be officially published. Once published, it will be popular all over China and deeply influence a large number of writers such as Mo Yan, Yu Hua, and Su Tong.

According to the time, it may be in the translation process now, just without the consent of the original author.

Until it was almost time for class, Liu Zhenyun and the others were reluctant to leave. Wei Ming smiled: "Wait, I will write a series of articles about this trip to Frankfurt. You just wait and see."