Chapter 61

Zhu Lin was from Yanjing, but she wasn't a "hutong girl." Her father was a professor at the Yanjing Institute of Technology (the predecessor of Beijing Institute of Technology), and her mother was a doctor. Such a bare-chested situation was still very rare in her life.

Especially such a youthful and vibrant big boy. The eighteen-year-old young flesh in front of her was indeed very tempting. Clearly, Wei Ming's injured part was on his shoulder and back, but her gaze was attracted to Wei Ming's chest and abdomen. She even suspected that she might be swallowing her saliva.

"Sister," Wei Ming called out teasingly, "I'd better do it myself."

Wei Ming's words woke Zhu Lin from her fantasy.

She picked up the medicine and went around behind Wei Ming.

"Since you called me sister, let me rub it for you." Zhu Lin started directly, rubbing back and forth on Wei Ming's back.

This was her first time having this level of intimate contact with a male, and her heartbeat accelerated significantly.

So this is what a man is!

Zhu Lin was afraid that Wei Ming would be embarrassed, so she tried to resolve the awkwardness with a joke.

"You don't look like a writer at all, but rather like someone from the Shichahai Sports School."

Wei Ming laughed: "My main job is a security guard; writing is just a side job. Of course, I have to exercise my body well."

Zhu Lin blushed. She didn't mean to praise his good figure.

Wei Ming added: "Sister, you even know about the Shichahai Sports School."

"More than just know, I practiced there when I was a child."

"What?!" Wei Ming turned his head in surprise.

Zhu Lin was afraid that her blushing face would be seen, so she twisted him back.

"When I was a child, in order to let me develop comprehensively, my family sent me there to learn gymnastics for a period of time. But it wasn't a specialized study; it was all in my spare time. I'm also very good at basketball and swimming."

"No wonder I feel that you stand very straight, sister. So you practiced it. I thought you were a soldier."

Zhu Lin smiled: "I was. I was a literary soldier for a few years, dancing in the army."

"Ah, then why did you go to the Institute of Health? Shouldn't someone like you go to a drama troupe?" Wei Ming thought of another good sister in the General Political Department Drama Troupe.

Speaking of this, Zhu Lin sighed: "My family wanted me to do this, so after being demobilized, I went to the Academy of Medical Sciences for further studies."

"Listening to you, it seems you don't like your current job very much."

Zhu Lin: "Every day is repetitive work. I feel like I can see the end at a glance. It's boring."

Zhu Lin chatted deeply all of a sudden. She hadn't even revealed her dissatisfaction with the status quo to her partner.

"What about you? Do you like your current job?" she asked again.

"Of course. I get a salary at work, and I can earn royalties after work. When I'm free, I can attend classes by famous Peking University teachers at will. I wouldn't do it even if I were given a high official position."

Zhu Lin said sincerely: "I really envy you, living so freely."

The two chatted for half an hour like this, until the doctor came back and shouted: "Oh my, rubbing for a few minutes is enough. Aren't you afraid of rubbing your brother's skin off?"

Zhu Lin blushed deeply.

Wei Ming explained: "It's fine, my sister has a light touch. Half an hour is about the same as your few minutes, doctor."

Zhu Lin was even more embarrassed. These words sounded strange, as if she had been stroking him for half an hour, and her hands were numb.

Although her hands were numb, she still had to carry the radio with one hand to the department store, and the other hand had nowhere to rest.

At this moment, Wei Ming was carrying Zhu Lin, his heart full of worry. Tire, oh tire, you must not drop the chain, you must hold on!

Fortunately, the tire held on. It was just that some roads were uneven, and Zhu Lin held onto Wei Ming's waist several times to avoid falling off.

How should I describe this waist? It was hard, and felt even more powerful than it looked. Zhu Lin didn't dare to touch it too much and stopped after a taste.

"Writer Wei, can I call you brother from now on?" Upon arriving at the department store, before parting, Zhu Lin made such a request. Wei Ming laughed: "You're taking advantage of me~"

Zhu Lin scolded playfully: "I am older than you, so you don't lose out."

Wei Ming smiled even more brightly: "Alright, sister, then I'm going back."

"Take it slow on the road." Zhu Lin showed the most beautiful and sincere smile since she met Wei Ming today, which made Wei Ming dazed for a moment.

In the month since I came back, why do I keep meeting such top-tier big sisters?

I am clearly not a sister-complex!

Because there was still a family waiting at Peking University to thank him, and it was getting late, Wei Ming didn't go to the consignment store again and headed straight home.

With a watch on his hand, he could feel time passing from him more clearly. Before, he always felt like he was living in a daze.

About a hundred minutes later, Wei Ming passed a repair stall near Peking University.

"Master, change the tire!" Wei Ming stopped the bike, deciding to solve a hidden danger.

The repairman opened the outer tire and laughed: "Are you sure you want to change such a new inner tube?"

!

"Hmm?"

Wei Ming guessed it must have been changed by Zhu Lin. This sister didn't even say a word; she did a good deed without leaving a name.

"Not changing it anymore, sorry, see you later!"

Wei Ming pedaled hard all the way to the South Gate, and the colleague on duty at the gate stopped him.

"Brother Ming, you have letters, quite a few."

Wei Ming took them and saw there were letters from *Guangzhou Youth Daily*, *Youth Daily*, and *China Youth Daily*. These should be royalty statements for reprints.

But there was actually one from *Poetry*, which was a bit unexpected.

*Poetry*, just from this concise name, one knows it is the number one poetry magazine in the country, supervised by the China Writers Association, founded in 1957. The first issue started with 18 old poems by the Great Man, and it was also approved for resumption by the Great Man himself in 1976.

It can be said that this magazine is on the same level as *Harvest* and *People's Literature*, and its sales are also very considerable, with a very wide coverage. Although the audience for poetry is far inferior to novels, this is the only one that can compete among poetry publications, belonging to the absolute king of this track.

Just as he was about to open the envelope, his colleague urged again: "Oh, by the way, the leader wants you to go to his office immediately after you return. The family of the little girl you saved is here."

"Oh, okay." Wei Ming had no choice but to tuck the four letters away and go see the guests first.

In the office of the Security Department leader, the leader was receiving the Li family.

Father, mother, grandfather, and the little girl involved were all there.

They had been there for a while, and the leader was a bit anxious. This Ma Xiaowei, knowing they were coming today, couldn't you have stayed?

He had already told the other party about Wei Ming being a poet and writer, and had received countless praises. Now he had nothing left to say.

The scene was awkward.

Just at this moment, the office phone rang.

"What, our Peking University security guard, Wei Ming? Yes, yes, yes, he is from our unit! Ah! Uh-huh, okay, okay, okay..."

Hanging up the phone, the leader said excitedly to the guests: "No wonder Ma Xiaowei hasn't returned yet. It turns out he went into the city today and encountered a knife-wielding robbery. Our Ma Xiaowei stood up at the first moment, easily subdued the knife-wielding criminal, and by the way, sent a pregnant woman to the hospital. The police station just called to thank us."

Before the guests could react with amazement, Wei Ming knocked on the door and entered.

The leader introduced: "This is Comrade Wei Ming!"

"Daughter, hurry up and call him!"

The little girl, about three years old, walked up to Wei Ming under her mother's urging...

(Last week of the new book list, brothers, roll up your sleeves! Three updates today!)

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