Chapter 85

"Sister Xue, you are waiting for me!" Wei Ming parked his bike in front of Gong Xue, his long legs poking there.

Gong Xue came a bit earlier, wanting to wait for Wei Ming to go in together.

However, really seeing Wei Ming, her mood was not that open.

Because she had already seen the introduction of Wei Ming in *Yanjing Literature and Art*.

Wei Ming, age 18.

He is actually so young!

Gong Xue thought the two might only be four or five years apart. After all, although Wei Ming's face was young, his way of doing things was not impulsive, very steady. Who could have thought he was eight years younger than her!

When she was sent down, he might still be wearing open-crotch pants!

Hearing Wei Ming's "Sister Xue," Gong Xue pouted: "Don't call me Sister Xue, call me Aunt Xue instead."

"Okay, Aunt Xue."

Gong Xue: "……"

Her blood pressure rose on the spot. This stinky kid is so annoying!

Wei Ming parked the bike and chased after her to go in side by side.

This Fengzeyuan is known as one of the eight great gardens of Beijing. It is a famous old brand of Lu cuisine. It had been renamed twice before, and recently it just restored its original name.

It has also undertaken many foreign guest banquet activities, and the consumption is naturally not low. The Li family chose to treat guests here, and the sincerity is still very sufficient.

"Right, what have you been busy with recently?"

Wei Ming responded with a smile, and Gong Xue had to respond gently: "Acting in a stage play, and recently went to the Northeast for a consolation performance."

"Wow, is it snowing in the Northeast now? Is it cold?"

Gong Xue: "We went to Shenyang. It is cold, but it hasn't snowed yet. I heard that it's already snowing ten thousand miles away in Heilongjiang."

Wei Ming laughed. He suddenly remembered one thing: "Judging from your name, you should have been born when it was snowing, right? Is the date coming soon?"

Little brat, why are you asking this? Gong Xue didn't say, only replied: "Still early."

After going to the second floor, she saw the little girl's mother.

She said apologetically: "I was just about to go downstairs to see if you had arrived. Didn't expect you to come so early. It's really impolite."

"Not at all, not at all."

After entering the door, the little girl started calling her godmother.

Gong Xue hugged her and was affectionate for a while. The girl's mother also urged her: "Call people."

The little girl took a glance at Wei Ming: "Hello, brother."

Wei Ming kept a straight face: "How many times have I said it, call me uncle."

Hearing this, Gong Xue's heart moved slightly.

The little girl had a bitter face. How do I remember being told to call him brother? Who modified my memory?

In the end, the girl was forced to change her words to call him "uncle," and Gong Xue inexplicably loved to smile much more.

Although it is one of the eight great gardens, it has been transformed by socialism after all. There are no famous dishes like braised sea cucumber with scallion. Considering there are ladies, they didn't order braised intestines, which is a great pity.

However, dishes like dry-fried meatballs, crystal pork knuckle, and stir-fried three are still very good, showing more craftsmanship than what Wei Ming ate in later generations. One look and you know it's operated by an old master.

Before the end of the meal, Wei Ming suggested using his newly bought camera to take a few group photos as a souvenir. The most meaningful one was taken by the girl's father, a group photo of Wei Ming, Gong Xue, and the little girl.

At the same time, he also harvested two addresses, which he would mail out by then.

After leaving the restaurant, Wei Ming asked Gong Xue: "Sister Xue, how did you come?"

This time she didn't say anything like Aunt Xue: "Oh, bus."

"Is it the station at the turn ahead? I'll send you over."

"Right, Xiao Xue, let Xiao Wei send you." Others also suggested this.

Thus, Gong Xue got on Wei Ming's bike. How honored this old broken bike is, both South Gong Xue and North Zhu Lin have sat on it. Wei Ming felt that if this bike is auctioned in the future, its value can at least double.

After a moment of silence, Wei Ming first said: "What do you think of my bike?"

Ah? Gong Xue was stunned. Oh, it's asking about the bike. She thought it was asking about the person.

"Hmm, quite sturdy." She praised hard.

Wei Ming turned his head: "I'm asking about my bike."

Gong Xue hammered him lightly: "I'm talking about the bike."

She didn't touch him at all! But hammering this is indeed sturdy~

Wei Ming laughed: "This is a second-hand bike I bought for 40 yuan. I feel I've made a profit. Why don't you buy one?"

"Usually don't go out much." She smoothed her hair blown messy by the wind.

"Is it because you feel this city is very strange."

"Hmm, a little."

Wei Ming analyzed: "Maybe it's mainly because there are no relatives or friends, so you feel lonely. We are friends now, right? Your goddaughter is also half your relative. In the future, you can actually come out and walk around often. Peking University and the nearby Summer Palace have good scenery."

Wei Ming's words made Gong Xue feel warm in her heart. She softly said "Hmm," and then realized: "Ah, it's already past. Go back, go back."

"Oh my, I was just talking. Then let's go to the next station. It's all the same."

A few minutes later, Gong Xue got on the bus under Wei Ming's gaze. After the bus went far away, she leaned on the window to look back and found that Wei Ming had already turned around and left.

Gong Xue thought about Wei Ming's words just now. Why not just be friends? Otherwise, she is indeed too lonely in this city.

Returning to the dormitory, Wei Ming's camera triggered enthusiastic discussion among roommates. Biaozi asked: "Have we never taken a group photo?"

Mei Wenhua suggested: "How about one?"

Wei Ming said: "The basement is a bit dark. Wait until tomorrow. Let's go up and take it tomorrow."

There are also people among the colleagues who know how to use cameras, so the four had their first group photo, with the South Gate of Peking University as the background.

As for the washing of photos, Wei Ming is not good at it. In later generations, he is used to digital cameras, but he can learn. After all, for many years to come, photos can only be washed.

If he doesn't know how, he can't take some precious photos that shouldn't be seen by outsiders, so this skill must be mastered.

Peking University has its own school newspaper, and there are people specifically responsible for taking photos in the school newspaper, and naturally there is their own darkroom.

After *Er Niu* became popular in the literary scene, Wei Ming once accepted a text interview from the school newspaper and was familiar with their people, so he easily obtained the qualification to enter and exit the darkroom, and had someone specifically guide him.

!

"No way, Writer Wei, you have a child?!"

The one responsible for guiding Wei Ming was the school newspaper photographer Yang Hao, who was especially good at portrait photography and could capture the most photogenic moments for leaders.

When seeing the photo of Wei Ming, Gong Xue, and the little girl, he exclaimed. It's not that the brother hasn't seen the world, it's really that the sister-in-law is too good-looking.

Wei Ming: "Teacher Yang, I am eighteen, and this child is three. What do you think?"

Yang Hao scratched his head embarrassedly: "Sorry, I heard that people in the countryside marry early."

"This is the child I saved on the train who was abducted," immediately Wei Ming said again, "Bai Chongxi a few more of this one."

After learning to wash photos for a few days, Wei Ming mailed the letters out separately, and the roommates' group photo was also taken back, one for each person.

Mei Wenhua liked it more and more as he looked at it: "I feel you guys are like my bodyguards!"

In order to make the composition look good, he let the shortest Mei Wenhua stand in the middle, and this could make him show off.

Biaozi put away the photo but felt heavy in his heart: "Brother Ming, you taking this group photo, does it mean you are about to leave?"

It turned out he felt that Wei Ming was already such a famous writer, and he estimated he would fly far away and seek a better job.

Wei Ming laughed: "Where can I go? I haven't gotten the Yanjing household registration yet."

Mei Wenhua: "Understood, leave after getting the household registration."

Wei Ming clamped his head with his increasingly strong biceps: "Xiao Mei, you'd better go with me. Time for work."

Today Wei Ming, Biaozi, and Xiao Mei are on the same shift. While they were patrolling, they were called to help set up the scene.

It turned out that tomorrow is the 90th anniversary of the birth of Comrade Li Dazhao. A memorial meeting will be held in the auditorium of the office building tomorrow, and an exhibition of Comrade Li Dazhao's glorious life will also be held in the library.

His fate with Peking University is very deep.

In November 1917, Master Shouchang was hired by Peking University. In January 1918, he served as the director of the Peking University Library Department. Half a year later, a new librarian was deeply influenced by him.

At the same time, Master Shouchang also guided progressive associations and participated in progressive movements. He was the first person in Peking University, and also in the whole country, to systematically spread Marxism.

While moving and organizing these exhibition materials, Wei Ming was also learning this modern history, which might be useful in his future work about the Wei brothers.

I heard that Master Shouchang's son, President Li, will also come. In order not to delay the proper business, the three of Wei Ming even worked overtime for two hours.

At the activity site the next day, Wei Ming saw Yang Hao taking photos and also took two photos with his camera. Later, the two met in the darkroom and compared who took better photos.

When patrolling at night, just arriving at the male dormitory, they heard enthusiastic cheers erupting from the TV room.

Wei Ming and Biaozi rushed over following the sound: What happened, what happened, did the men's football team win?

There happened to be a 79-level little poet Luo Yihe whom Wei Ming knew in the TV room.

He explained: "Comrade Wei Ming, our legal seat in the Olympic Committee has been restored!"

The TV was the screen of the News Broadcast, which had just broadcast a hot piece of news.

Just during the day, at the International Olympic Committee Executive Board meeting in Nagoya, Japan, the resolution was passed with an overwhelming advantage of 62 votes in favor, 17 against, 1 invalid vote, and 1 abstention, restoring the legal seat of the Chinese Olympic Committee.

That is to say, in principle, China can participate in the Olympic Games next year.

Biaozi listened with a puzzled face. Olympic Games, this term is still somewhat strange to most Chinese people at present, but the well-informed Peking University students understand the meaning in this.

The significance of sports is too important for a nation waiting to rise. At least everyone has heard of Ping-pong Diplomacy.

After work and returning to the dormitory, even Mei Wenhua knew about this. He even bought a pair of rackets and called Wei Ming and Biaozi to play table tennis tomorrow.

"Maybe we can also go to the Olympic Games to win gold and silver!" Mei Wenhua said while talking in his sleep.

"Xiao Mei, table tennis is not an Olympic event." Wei Ming punctured his dream.

However, after writing continuously for several days, Wei Ming still dragged Mei Wenhua to play a few games of table tennis the next day. The rackets couldn't be bought in vain.

In the future, as a morning grandpa, Wei Ming's table tennis strength can basically reach the level of foreign champion players, playing until Mei Wenhua completely lost interest in table tennis in his heart.

Besides the good news of the Olympic Games yesterday, there was another big news internationally today. Brother Feng, who was a soldier, didn't know where he heard it.

"That old Park of the stick people was killed by his subordinates..."

(End of chapter)