Chapter 369: Unlock new songs, Zhou Huimin elopes to the mainland

Wei Ming hadn't been to the girls' dormitory for a long time. He used to come often when patrolling, to protect the peace, after all.

Thinking back to when he first came to Peking University as a guard, these students were only sophomores. Now they were about to step into society, and some were even about to start families. Wei Ming heard several pieces of happy news along the way.

There were at least twenty people sitting in the six-person dormitory now, and quite a few were squeezed at the door. There were more women than men. The few boys were basically the backbone of the Chinese department, like Chen Jiangong, Liang Zuo, Su Mu, and Huang Ziping. The girls were mainly from the Chinese department, but there were also some from the history, foreign language, and law departments. They were basically all liberal arts departments; as everyone knew, Wei Laoshi favored the arts.

"Warmly welcome Wei Laoshi to Dorm 304 to provide guidance!" Wang Xiaoping took the lead, and warm applause and laughter erupted in the dormitory.

Wei Ming had been busy laying out plans for Hong Kong, Europe, and America recently and had indeed been a bit distant from the masses, so before starting to sing, he chatted with them first, slowly restoring a sense of familiarity.

"Wei Laoshi, that article you published in *People's Daily* was written so well. I didn't expect that there would still be such unfair things in the world today!" Huang Ziping was talking about the Mandela article. Wei Ming had already translated and published it, and it quickly set off a Mandela fever across the country. Moreover, official media subsequently reprinted some related reports from European and American newspapers, maintaining this heat.

Liang Zuo said: "It's just a bit of a translation tone; it doesn't look like your article at all."

Wei Ming smiled: "That's exactly the translation tone I wanted, but I will create some articles about foreign experiences in Chinese in the future. Let's not talk about me. Liang Zuo, where were you assigned?"

The assignment of university graduates basically runs through the entire senior year, and is usually confirmed and implemented two months before graduation.

Liang Zuo said: "I was assigned to the Ministry of Education."

A good unit. Wei Ming asked about other familiar people. Su Mu was assigned to the Film Academy, Chen Jiangong chose to go to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to be a professional writer, Cen Xianqing went to *People's Daily*, and Wang Xiaoping went to *People's Literature*, smiling and asking Wei Ming to submit his newly written foreign essays to him.

Why were they all such good units? And each one was ambitious and couldn't wait to do a great cause. This made it hard for him to be sentimental!

Finally, a girl from the philosophy department said she was assigned to the Daliang Mountains. She was a Hebei girl who had never seen mountains and looked very frail.

Students who knew the situation in the Daliang Mountains felt sympathy for this girl, and the happy atmosphere took a sharp turn for the worse. Then several others spoke about their assignments not very optimistically.

In principle, the country's job assignments cannot be refused and must be obeyed; otherwise, one cannot enter a state-owned unit for five years, which is equivalent to giving up cadre status.

It would probably take until this year's batch of university students graduate to have a two-way selection policy, giving students a certain degree of autonomy in choice.

Although people in this era had high ideological realms, some came from remote rural areas, especially girls. They knew that some places were very unsuitable for survival, and in serious cases, there could even be life-threatening dangers. Not everyone was willing to contribute their youth to the most difficult areas, especially when compared with close classmates. The better their assignments, the harder it was for them to reconcile internally.

Thinking of this, Wei Ming's hands moved, and a musical note floated out. The scene immediately quieted down, and Wei Ming also began his performance.

"That day I knew you were leaving, we didn't say a word."

"When the midnight bell rang at the door of parting, it couldn't open your deep silence."

Wei Ming wasn't very good at singing, but some songs were relatively simple, and he had sung them too many times, so there was no difficulty in mastering them. Some students even commented in a low voice: It sounds really good.

"That day I sent you to the end, we didn't say a word."

"When the crowded platform pained the people seeing off, it couldn't squeeze away my deep sorrow."

A female student thought of her partner. He had already left school early and went to a very far place. That day at the train station, it was just like what was sung in the song; they really didn't say a word because she stayed in Yanjing. Whether their relationship could continue in the future, no one dared to promise.

"I know you have thousands of words, but you won't say them."

"You know I'm so worried, I'm so sad, but I dare not say it."

Wang Xiaoping also thought of the scene when sending Zha Jianying to the United States. In the departure hall, two very close friends hugged each other, and many things they wanted to say couldn't be said, such as: "Don't worry, Little Zha, I will definitely go to the United States to find you. You wait for me there!"

When Wei Ming sang "When you carry your luggage, take off that glory, I can only let the tears stay in the bottom of my heart," it finally hit the point!

"Wish You a Smooth Journey," a golden song for the graduation season, and this lyric just now successfully made some students break down, and tears began to swirl in their eyes. They could already imagine the scene on the day they graduate and leave school.

This lyric also revealed a fact: after leaving Peking University, the Peking University halo on them would dim. Whether their future life could still be brilliant would depend on their achievements in their units. That was another exam, another kind of fate.

Crying is contagious. At first, it was just a few girls whose assignments weren't very satisfactory who were crying, and later, best friends who had good relationships but were about to be separated also hugged and cried.

When Wei Ming finished singing the whole song, the atmosphere was completely in place. The people in this dormitory, and those girls outside the dormitory door, couldn't help but sob in a low voice. At the same time, they thought that this was already the second time they had been moved to tears by Wei Ming's songs recently.

Although crying, the students didn't forget to offer sincere applause to Wei Laoshi. Huang Beijia asked Cen Xianqing: "Dorm leader, have you learned it?"

Cen Xianqing wiped her tears: "How can I learn it in one go?"

Li Zhihong said: "Then let Wei Laoshi do another one, okay!"

"Good! Good!"

Everyone followed suit. Liang Zuo hurriedly handed his tea mug to Wei Ming to moisten his throat.

Wei Ming took out the lyrics and handed them to Liang Zuo: "I sing, you copy, and then everyone copy them for each other."

"Alright."

"Wait a minute, I have to record it." Wang Xiaoping took out a tape recorder and a blank cassette. The lyrics were easy to remember, but the melody could only rely on this.

"Wait, I'll go back and get the tape recorder too!" Several other girls ran back in a hurry, also preparing to record and learn.

And Liang Zuo, after passing the lyrics to other girls, cheekily begged Sister Xiaoping to give the cassette to their boys; otherwise, they were afraid of singing off-key with only the lyrics.

Wang Xiaoping was naturally unwilling. Wei Ming waved his hand: "I'll go to your dormitory to sing it again in a while. Remember to record it."

When Wei Ming arrived at the boys' dormitory building, even a few girls followed to listen to the live version. There were even more boys. Even Liu Zhenyun from the '78 class came to join the fun, and a wave of sorrow hit him as he listened to the song.

In another half a year, it would be their turn, and at this time, the problem of job assignment had already been placed in front of all the students. Because he had made some achievements during his university years, he had some certainty of staying in Yanjing, but the few brothers in their dormitory were all honest rural children who studied hard. In half a year, I'm afraid it would be his turn to wish them a smooth journey at the train station.

When Wei Ming returned to Tuanjiehu, it was already past 11 o'clock, but Sister Xue was still waiting for him; she had something to say.

"I'm going to Modu tomorrow."

"Ah, it's only been half a month!" And it was too sudden.

"The movie shooting plan has been adjusted," Gong Ying said with regret, "so I have to go back early to read the script. But Wu Lao said that my current level is no problem for acting. Remember not to waste it later, and continue to practice diligently."

Gong Ying had long been prepared for parting, but... she hugged Wei Ming gently: "It's just a pity I can't spend your birthday with you."

"Birthday?" Oh, right!

If Sister Xue hadn't reminded him, Wei Ming would have almost forgotten. In a few days, it would be A-Min's birthday, and after A-Min's birthday, it would be his turn.

Wei Ming kissed Sister Xue wildly: "I didn't expect you to have such a strong sense of ritual. Then have you thought about what gift to give me in advance?"

Gong Ying: "I'm wearing Sister Lin's clothes today. Is that enough?"

Wei Ming: "Not enough, this trick was played before."

"Then~" Sister Xue suddenly got out of bed, and then took out a... calendar from the closet!?

Gong Ying said with some embarrassment: "Then I'll give you this."

Wei Ming was stunned: "This is... a 1982 calendar?"

"Yeah, the factory asked us to shoot it, saying it was to generate revenue. It will go on sale next month."

Wei Ming flipped through it. It was a proper calendar, just a bit more fashionable than the average person's, and some were even winter clothes.

"These clothes look very much like the Dongfang Dongfang Xintiandi style."

"They are Dongfang Dongfang Xintiandi's. Where else would there be such fashionable clothes?" Gong Ying said, "I suggested it to them, saying Dongfang Dongfang Xintiandi would definitely be willing to provide clothing for free. Later, it was indeed negotiated. These few pieces were even designed by A-Ying."

"So many first-line actresses wearing Dongfang Dongfang Xintiandi clothes, it's not bad if they don't ask Dongfang Dongfang Xintiandi for money," Wei Ming smiled, and suddenly said, "Why are you the only one?"

Gong Ying smiled: "Liu Xiaoqing, Li Xiuming, and the others also shot it. Some of us are on one calendar, and some are separate."

"Then theirs definitely won't sell as well as yours." These fashionable clothes felt better when worn by Gong Ying; Sister Xiaoqing and the others were more suitable for simple styles.

Gong Ying pinched Wei Ming lightly: "After I leave, you hang up the calendar. If you miss me, just flip through it."

Wei Ming was even happier. Doesn't this mean you put me in your heart, and I hang you on the wall?

He put down the calendar and picked up Sister Xue: "If I miss you, I'll just fly over to find you. I won't wrong myself."

Gong Ying wanted to say no, how bad it would be if seen by others, but the words reached her lips and she didn't say them after all. When the time really came to be separated for a long time, she might not be able to be as stubborn as she was now.

She touched the bad boy's face with love, then let him lie down and close his eyes; she still had a "gift" for him.

The next day, Wei Ming personally sent Gong Ying to the airport to let her take a plane to Modu.

After sending her off, he returned to school to work. He had just finished reading a copy of *1587, A Year of No Significance*, which he also bought in Frankfurt.

This book didn't have a Chinese version yet, but according to the comrades from Zhonghua Book Company who went to Germany together at the time: it's coming soon.

This book does not yet have a Chinese version, but according to a comrade from the Zhonghua Book Company who went to Germany at the time: it's coming soon.

And it is being "translated and written" by the original author himself, but since the other party has lived overseas for 30 years, their Chinese has already somewhat regressed, so it is currently being polished and revised by the classical literature expert Shen Yucheng.

That's right, this book that Gao Zhiwu loves most is actually an English work originally; as soon as it was released this year, it caused a heated response in American academic circles and was cited as a textbook by many prestigious universities.

"The Stories of the Ming Dynasty" is actually quite interesting. Wei Ming put down the book; he had been back from Frankfurt for a month now, and he felt that his speed in reading original English works was getting faster and faster.

Wei Ming hadn't written much in this past month, and he wanted to continue trying his hand at English creative writing now.

He took out a new notebook, and an image of a spaceship flashed through his mind—that's the one!

Wei Ming ate at school in the evening, and after finishing, he strolled over to the male dormitory to chat with his classmates who were about to graduate; occasionally, he could even hear "Wishing You a Smooth Journey" drifting from the neighboring room.

"Old Pan, what were you just saying?" Wei Ming asked Pan Weiming, who was from the Class of '78 Chinese Department, a classmate of Liu Zhenyun, and also the current Student Union President.