Chapter 39: Wei Ming's Gift (Seeking follow-up reading!)

Wei Ming didn't have a partner either. On the bus back to Peking University, Professor Qu also chatted with him about this topic.

"After these few works of yours are published, I'm afraid even the female students at Peking University will fight to grab you."

Wei Ming asked with a smile: "Then may I ask Professor Qu, which department's girls at Peking University are the prettiest?"

Professor Qu laughed: "Why are you the same as that young man in your novel, only focusing on appearance when looking for a partner?"

"Because people's hearts are separated by skin, so at first, I can only look at the face."

Professor Qu shook her head, but thinking about it carefully, it really made some sense. Weren't men and women attracted by external things like faces and figures at first? Old Jin also said he looked at her beauty when he was pursuing her.

"I mainly teach the Chinese department. Liberal arts girls are relatively prettier, but foreign language department girls are more fashionable. After all, they are basically from cities, and there is no lack of children of high-ranking officials, but..."

She turned: "But even the prettiest in the foreign language department still has some distance compared to that Comrade Gong Ying."

That's true. After all, she was the recognized number one beauty of the 80s, and just a few works made a generation remember her generation after generation.

The two of them parted ways with Sister Chen Chong at the bus stop. Chen Chong lived in the *People's Daily* family compound and got home earlier.

Because she had called in advance to inform them of her return date, her husband and children were all waiting at home. Her youngest son also returned from the Tank Sixth Division in the suburbs of Jingcheng.

The youngest, Liang Huan, hugged his mother and asked if she had bought him White Rabbit candy.

Chen Chong said lovingly: "Bought it, bought it."

Liang Tian, whose eyes were so small they could be ignored, leaned over: "Mom, I want to eat White Rabbit candy too."

"How old are you? I think you look like a White Rabbit!" Chen Chong scolded, then looked at her eldest son, "Little Zuo, have you heard of a person named Wei Ming at school?"

Liang Zuo almost blurted out: "Ideal is stone, knocking out sparks of fire; ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp..."

Father Fan Rongkang put down the newspaper: "Whose poem is this? Never heard of it."

Liang Zuo: "It's Wei Ming, the famous temporary worker poet of Peking University. Now the whole school, including next door, is spreading his poems."

Liang Tian asked curiously: "What kind of temporary worker?"

"Standing guard at the school gate."

Chen Chong said: "You can't look down on people's work. I revised articles for *Harvest* with him. This person's talent seems to be brought from the womb. The editors praise him highly. I didn't expect him to have such poetic talent."

Fan Rongkang was surprised and asked: "He can write poetry, and he published a novel in *Harvest*, yet he is just a gatekeeper at Peking University? This Peking University is really hiding dragons and crouching tigers."

"How old is he?" Old Fan asked his wife.

"Although he is not old, we call each other brother and sister. Little Zuo, you want to write novels, you have to learn from him. He is too good at writing."

Liang Tian leaned over and teased: "Brother, then you should call him uncle."

Liang Zuo's face turned red. He thought, do you know how old he is? He's even younger than you!

He remembered Wei Ming was standing guard at the south gate of Peking University. He narrowed his eyes and secretly made up his mind: South gate, right? Hmph! If I walk through the south gate again, I'm a dog!

When Wei Anping talked to Wei Ming on the phone in Modu, it was decided that he would eat his first meal at home after returning.

So Wei Ming directly sent Professor Qu downstairs to her building in Weixiu Garden, then ran to Wei Anping's house.

Uncle Anping and Aunt Xiaoyan were at home, preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Wei Anping looked at his dusty big nephew: "Little Ming, hurry up and sit on the sofa and rest for a while."

Lu Xiaoyan also put down the kitchen knife for a moment: "This trip must have been tiring."

"It's okay, I'm young after all." Wei Ming first poured a cup of tea, then began to open his luggage bag.

"Aunt, this is a silk scarf I bought for you on Nanjing Road. See if you like it."

Hearing that he had brought her a gift, Lu Xiaoyan was really pleasantly surprised. She couldn't wait to unwrap it and compare it on herself. She had silk scarves, but compared to this one, they were far behind. She thought it was because the quality of Modu silk scarves was good; in fact, it was Wei Ming's high aesthetic sense.

"You child, why spend this money?" Lu Xiaoyan scolded with a smile.

"It's okay, *Harvest* pre-paid the manuscript fee this time, 160 yuan, this is just a small matter."

"Wow!" Lu Xiaoyan exclaimed, "Little Ming, your income has caught up with your uncle!"

Wei Anping's grade 13 salary was 159 yuan a month, just happened to be pressed by Wei Ming by a small margin.

Wei Anping didn't feel jealous that his nephew's income exceeded his own, but he was sour about him bringing a gift to his aunt, and his eyes kept glancing at Wei Ming's bag.

Wei Ming slapped his head: "Oh, almost forgot. Uncle, this is Ginseng-Angelica Nourishing Wine I brought for you. It contains ginseng and longan, tonifying both Qi and blood. Aunt can also drink it. Just drink 25 grams each time."

"Oh my, ginseng soaked in wine, this is too precious!" Wei Anping scolded while looking at Lu Xiaoyan, "This must be much more expensive than that silk scarf!"

Wei Ming: "Oh, this didn't cost money."

Wei Anping: "..."

Lu Xiaoyan: "Gaga gaga!"

!

"No, why is there free wine?" Wei Anping didn't understand.

Wei Ming explained: "Liu Shi from the school bus team who sent us to the station asked me to bring him a bottle of this wine, so I went to buy it. This wine was popular in Modu at the beginning of the year because it was the first time in the country to advertise on TV."

"Sigh, now that you mention it, I seem to have some impression." Lu Xiaoyan said, after all, they had a TV at home.

Wei Ming: "I was curious about this matter at the time, so I visited the pharmaceutical factory and the TV station, and then used my spare time to write a short story and submitted it to *Wenhui Bao*. And this pharmaceutical factory also has business dealings with *Wenhui Bao*. They happened to see my article, and to express their gratitude, they specially gave me two bottles."

He opened the bag, revealing three bottles of medicinal wine with labels: one for Liu Shi, one for Uncle, and he planned to bring the remaining one to his parents.

Hearing that his nephew was so capable and filial, Wei Anping was very gratified. With so many happy things, why not open this bottle of wine today!

"By the way, haven't Xizi and Lele finished school yet? I also brought them gifts."

Lu Xiaoyan carefully folded the silk scarf: "It just so happens you are back. You go pick them up from kindergarten; we'll handle dinner."

"Okay." Saying that, Wei Ming took out a large bag of White Rabbit candy from his bag.

"Oh, can't give them so much; just taste one or two."

Wei Ming laughed: "This is for Little Hong. Their gifts are pressed underneath."

This was the second time Wei Ming came to pick them up from school. This time, the grandpas and grandmas around him actually took the initiative to chat with Wei Ming.

"You are Wei Anping's nephew, right?"

It seemed Uncle Anping had been promoting him at school these past few days. Wei Ming nodded and admitted it.

The old lady praised: "Good job. Families with children can't stand human traffickers doing evil."

It seemed this one had learned about his deed of saving people from the school newspaper or her children.

The old man next to him said: "I heard you are going to publish an article in *Harvest*? When is it?"

"November." It seemed this one had heard of his ability to write articles.

The school bell rang. When they saw Wei Ming coming to pick them up, Xile ran more happily than usual, especially Xizi.

"Brother Ming, you finally returned!" Xizi's eyes shone, and at the same time, he stretched out his hands. If you are a brother, give me a sugar-coated bullet!

Then Wei Ming smiled and put the sugar-coated... into his hand...

(Seeking monthly tickets, seeking follow-up reading, it's dangerous!)

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 40 =====