Chapter 419: Wei Ming

After eating, Wei Ming returned to the Overseas Chinese Apartment. Xiao Hong had also returned; Wei Ming had called her back because the Overseas Chinese Apartment would also be conducting a census tomorrow.

Unlike other Peking University students whose household registrations were at the school, Xiao Hong's registration had long been moved to the Overseas Chinese Apartment, and Wei Ming was the head of the household.

The next day, the two were eating fragrant, oily Gaoyou salted duck eggs when someone knocked on the door. Opening the door, they saw Grandpa Sun with Auntie Sun from the neighborhood committee; they were a couple.

Behind the two was a police officer, Brother Sun, their son.

Wei Ming was amused: "The three of you are here as guests. Come, come, come, we're just eating."

Grandpa Sun smiled: "Wei Laoshi is joking. We are here for the census."

"Oh, okay, tell me how to cooperate and I will."

Auntie Sun asked: "Wei Laoshi, where are your parents' household registrations?"

Wei Ming: "Still in my hometown. This household is just me and Xiao Hong."

Auntie Sun took the form and began to record, including items such as name, relationship to the head of the household, gender, age, ethnicity, marital status, education level, occupation, and origin.

After Wei Ming finished his, Wei Hong followed up, while he chatted with Grandpa Sun and Brother Sun.

"This time, our country's population must break one billion, right?" Wei Ming remembered that the second census was 720 million, and that was in 1964.

Grandpa Sun: "I think it's about right. And Beijing's population is estimated to reach ten million. It's still good to have a Beijing household registration. Haven't you seen that even the big star Gong Ying has settled in Beijing?"

Later, it was proven that Wei Ming was right; the total population exceeded one billion, but Grandpa Sun had overestimated Beijing, which ended up with over 9 million, while Shanghai had indeed broken ten million.

Brother Sun said: "Although family planning is strictly enforced now, I think the population will still rise. With so many mouths, I guess we'll have to tighten our belts and live a few more years of bitter life."

After completing the census, Xiao Hong went to school. Wei Ming first went to Houhai to deliver the bicycle his mother usually used to the courtyard house there, and only then did he go to work.

Saying he was going to work, he was mainly busy with the script for *The Spring of the Sheep-Herding Class*. In the middle, Liang Xiaosheng even ran to Peking University to show some concern.

According to his understanding of Wei Ming, a mere script would probably be finished in half a month. After all, Wei Laoshi was famously fast, and it wasn't his first time writing a script.

But Wei Ming told him to wait a bit longer, no rush, no rush.

Liu Zhenyun was also a bit anxious. In two months, their '78 class would graduate and leave.

"Wei Laoshi, it's almost the school anniversary. That song you promised us..." He represented all the '78 Peking University students to ask at the library.

Wei Ming laughed: "I wrote it a long time ago. Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll bring my guitar to your dormitory."

"Good, good, then we'll sweep the couch and wait!"

Wei Ming asked with concern: "Has your assigned unit been determined?"

Liu Zhenyun whispered: "Basically, it's *China Farmers' Daily*, continuing to exert my ability as a pen-pusher."

This unit was quite good. The newspaper was a central-level newspaper founded in '80, and the unit was in Beijing, so he wouldn't have to be in a long-distance relationship with his girlfriend.

After getting off work, Wei Ming first went to Tuanjiehu; his guitar was kept there. Only after getting the guitar did he start playing, singing, and composing the music.

Zhu Lin had just come out after taking a shower. The bath towel could only cover part of her body, looking incredibly sexy.

Wei Ming had no mood to play the guitar or compose music. He immediately wanted to transform into a werewolf, but Zhu Lin said: "I'll tidy up your things later, and this guitar, you take them all back, so as not to be discovered that we live together."

"Ah? That shouldn't be necessary, right? Then it will be so inconvenient for me to come over and stay the night in the future. I won't even have a change of clothes."

"You can bring your own change of clothes. You can use my pajamas. It was our carelessness before. Today, I also saw people from the neighborhood committee going up and down the stairs, checking household registrations door to door. It was too scary," Zhu Lin said.

After speaking, she lay on Wei Ming's lap like a little cat: "You keep playing. It sounds good, I love listening to it."

Wei Ming put away the guitar: "Not playing anymore, I want to practice percussion!"

The next day, Wei Ming brought his guitar to work. In the afternoon, he was invited by Liu Zhenyun to eat at the Garden No. 1 Canteen, and it was him and several classmates who bought the food for Wei Ming, with both meat and vegetables, full of sincerity.

Liu Zhenyun kept saying: "Wei Laoshi has worked hard. How difficult it is to write a song, it's just because our feelings are deep."

The surroundings were also basically '78 class students, Chinese department, Law department, Library Science department, surrounded by many acquaintances.

Everyone already knew that Wei Laoshi had created a new song for the '78 class who were about to leave school, and they were all very interested. Even though they were busy with graduation theses and defenses, they still followed Wei Ming into the boys' dormitory after the meal.

And it wasn't limited to boys. Many female students who loved music and admired Wei Ming also came, and basically all of them were carrying tape recorders, preparing to record the song as soon as possible to listen to and learn slowly.

Entering Liu Zhenyun's dormitory, their roommates were all there, as well as Liu Zhenyun's girlfriend Guo Jianmei, his Henan fellow villager Li Shulei, and female generals like Zhang Manling and Dai Jinhua from the '78 Chinese department.

People like Luo Yihe and Hu Chunhua from the '79 Chinese department could only stand outside the door.

Wei Ming gently plucked the strings, feeling that he was about to be forced into becoming a powerful singer. The song that followed wasn't difficult to sing, but it was a bit higher than *Wish You a Smooth Journey*. He would still have to find a suitable person to sing it later.

"Last year, what I said to the '77 class was 'Wish You a Smooth Journey'. This year, for you all, it's just two words—Goodbye."

Liu Zhenyun winked: "Sounds a bit perfunctory."

Before Wei Ming could make a move, Guo Jianmei started to make a move on him, twisting his waist hard.

"Wei Laoshi, please continue," Guo Jianmei said politely.

Wei Ming: "A self-played and self-sung *Goodbye* for you all. The lyrics are here, you can pass them around to copy."

This was a song from the 21st century. The musical style was too trendy for this era, but the atmosphere was too suitable for sending off these college student friends.

Wei Ming didn't do any complicated arrangements, just a guitar, expressing his feelings.

"I'm afraid I won't have the chance / To say goodbye to you / Because perhaps I'll never see you again / Tomorrow I'm leaving / This familiar place and you / We must separate / And my tears fall down..." ===== CHAPTER 420 =====