Chapter 88

Hearing Chen Jiangong's words, Mei Wenhua completely abandoned (abandon), and simply pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

Wei Ming was also strange. The Literary Congress is almost over, why did you think of me?

Chen Jiangong: "Listen to me slowly..."

It turned out that tonight, the *Poetry* magazine agency was going to hold a poetry recitation and singing party to celebrate the successful convening of the Literary Congress.

The program prepared by the famous actor and director Sun Daolin of the Art Er Yingchang was the recitation of *Ideal*.

After knowing this, Wu Zuxiang suggested that the original author should be invited.

Thus, Mr. Mao Dun specially approved, and Wei Ming caught the last train of the Literary Congress, and could participate in the activities of the Literary Congress for the last three days.

Tonight's recitation party must be attended. *Poetry* specifically invited him, and the editor-in-chief wanted to chat with him to see if such a good poem as *Far and Near* could be submitted directly to *Poetry*.

Wei Ming: "Does that mean, these three days I don't go to work, it doesn't count as absenteeism?"

Chen Jiangong: "Of course. I haven't attended class for half a month, it doesn't count as absenteeism, and it even includes meals!"

Mei Wenhua drooled two lines of saliva enviously.

Originally Wei Ming was going to find Mei Lida to get the tapes, but now he got up directly, changed clothes, and prepared to go to the Great Hall!

The key is to bring his own camera. On the way, he also taught Chen Jiangong how to use it. In case there are seniors he likes, he will rely on him to help take group photos.

However, the activities during the day today were a bit boring, which was the election.

After Guo Moruo passed away, the Literary Federation had no formal chairman. Before, Mr. Mao Dun took the lead. Today can be considered a replacement of the old with the new.

Mr. Mao Dun was already 83 years old, and his health had always been not very good. This time it was considered taking off the burden, only retaining an "Honorary Chairman" title.

And because Wei Ming was not yet an official member of the Writers Association, he had no voting rights and could only sit there smiling.

It wasn't until the intermission for free activities that he could take a few photos, and he was bold, directly finding Ba Lao whom he already knew, and through him, he knew Cao Lao, as well as Mr. Mao Dun.

"Old Chen, must take it well, don't shake your hands!"

Under Wei Ming's thick skin, he got a group photo opportunity and collected "Mao Ba Cao" all at once. It's a pity that the other three had already ascended to immortality, and "Lu Guo Mao Ba Lao Cao Wei" would never have the possibility of merging.

When returning the camera to Wei Ming, Chen Jiangong wiped his sweat: "You are truly brave!"

"Brave people enjoy the world first" has become the most appropriate evaluation of Wei Ming by those who know him. Afterward, Ba Lao also talked to two old friends about the thick skin of this child Wei Ming.

"Obviously the ones he likes most are Mr. Lu Xun and Mr. Lao She, but he used flowery words to cheat a signed book from me, hahaha!" The old gentleman didn't mind and took it as a beautiful story.

When eating at noon, a few familiar people gathered at a table. Those around Wei Ming were all Peking University people like Wu Zuxiang and Chen Jiangong.

His appearance here was quite eye-catching because he was too young.

And those participating in the meeting here, even if they were not old artists, had certain achievements in the literary and art field.

Before Wei Ming came, the youngest was probably Li Xiuming of the Beijing Er Yingchang, 26 years old this year, also one year younger than Sister Xue, and also Sister Xue's enemy for life. Sister Xue failed several auditions to her.

Now Li Xiuming hasn't reached the peak of her acting career, but she has already cooperated with three great directors: Xie Jin, Xie Tian, and Xie Tieli.

At this moment, even Liu Xiaoqing had to avoid her edge, and only Chen Chong could fight, but this one had already made up her mind to go abroad to study, and the Art Er Yingchang was considered to have cultivated her in vain.

Because of his youth, many people were inquiring about who this young man was. Once *The Prophet of Ducks*, *Ideal*, and *Er Niu* were mentioned, basically everyone had heard of at least one, and then there was another sigh of "he is actually so young."

The morning was the election, and the afternoon was the literary seminar. Wei Ming still had no chance to speak and could only sit obediently for a whole day, finally waiting until the evening to watch the program.

And at this time on the Peking University campus, although Wei Ming was not there, his sense of presence was higher than when he was there.

Melinda waited for a day and didn't wait for Wei Ming to come to pick up the goods. She thought Wei Ming wanted to default on the debt, so she chose to take the initiative.

She first went to the West Side Gate nearest to Shao Garden, where there were two security guards.

"Excuse me, do you know where Wei Ming lives?" Melinda went up and asked directly.

Under the expression of the security guards mixed with eating melons, watching the play, and envy, jealousy, and hatred, she was sent to the Nanmen.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the Nanmen was the time when the flow of people was most dense. At this time, Melinda stood directly outside the gate post room and asked: "Where is Wei Ming? Where is he? Is he hiding from me?"

Wei Ming, this name, almost no one in Peking University doesn't know.

And this girl in front of her could also be determined at a glance: she is an international student, and she is tall and cool.

These two actually have a story!

Thus, those who wanted to go out didn't go out, and those who wanted to come in hurriedly came in to occupy a good position.

At this time, the security guard on duty was confused and very nervous in the face of the righteous female foreigner. The already not many English vocabulary reserves were disordered and unable to be called at this moment.

"Ah, that, uh, this, I say..."

Finally, Northern Qiao Feng came back and told her: "Wei Ming is not here. What's the matter with finding him?"

"Then when will he be back?"

"Should be soon." Northern Qiao Feng also knew about Wei Ming going to the Literary Congress.

Melinda was not stupid either and didn't mention their transaction: "If he comes back, please go find me immediately. I am very urgent."

Northern Qiao Feng nodded. Melinda flicked her long hair and turned to leave.

The onlookers called it a pity: just those few lines, this play is too short!

However, short is more convenient for secondary creation, and there is room for free play!

"Do you know? Wei Ming, that writer Wei Ming, is dating an international student!"

"Have you heard? Wei Ming is dating a foreign girl! Good-looking and well-proportioned, it's too face-saving for us Chinese!"

"Good guy, that foreigner is too tall. If they have children, they must be suitable for playing basketball!" "Wei Ming is simply my god. He actually got the international student pregnant! Yes, yes, yes, that red-haired foreign girl!"

"Have you heard, Wei Ming is getting married, the bride is a foreign girl..."

Finally, this matter actually spread strangely to Wei Ping'an's ears.

He was picking up Xile from school. Forgot which staff member's mother-in-law congratulated him: "Director Wei, congratulations, congratulations. You will have overseas relations in the future!"

"What?"

"You don't know yet? Your nephew is going to immigrate with his partner, going to that England!"

Wei Ping'an: "???"

……

At the poetry recitation and singing party, Sun Daolin was chatting with Wei Ming.

He is a Magic City person now, used to be a Yanjing person, and was also from Yanda. Speaking of Wei Ming working at Peking University, he also laughed and called the two alumni.

!

Then he also chatted with Wei Ming about the poem *Ideal*.

At this time, actor Wang Tiecheng on the stage was performing his performance segment in *The Great River Flows*.

And Wei Ming's attention had always been on Ms. Xia Meng in front and Grandma Deng next to her.

He was thinking about who he should ask to help him take a group photo later. His photography partner Chen Jiangong went back to school after the seminar ended in the afternoon.

Although there were some twists and turns in the middle, in the end, Wei Ming still got this precious group photo. It was taken by Old Uncle Sun Daolin for him. After all, he recited Wei Ming's poem, so he should help.

And the two ladies looked at Wei Ming as just a child, and they were quite cooperative, encouraging him to write more good works.

Ms. Xia Meng had actually retired from the entertainment industry for many years at this time. She lived in Canada before and just returned to Hong Kong a while ago to run a clothing store with her husband.

However, after being invited to attend the Literary Congress this time, under the encouragement of several leaders, she returned to the old profession of film. After returning to Hong Kong, she got an investment from the Huo family and founded the Bluebird Film Company.

The films produced by this company are all masterpieces, it's just that the quantity is too small, the output is too slow, and it's not that profitable.

Holding the camera in his hand, Wei Ming sighed: It's truly a day full of harvest!

When going back, there were people from the school bus team who sent him back. When he arrived at school, he almost fell asleep.

But seeing Uncle Ping'an and Brother Feng squatting at the gate post, and then being blown by the night wind, he immediately became energetic.

"Did something happen?"

Uncle Ping'an: "You kid has become famous today!"

Wei Ming: "My going to the Literary Congress was known?"

Brother Feng: "Bigger than that."

"Impossible, what else is bigger than this now."

Brother Feng: "That red-haired foreign girl came to find you, asking you to go find her immediately after returning. Now the school is spreading it wildly, saying you are going abroad with her."

"What the hell?!"

Seeing his reaction, Wei Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief: "Looks like you don't intend to go abroad."

Wei Ming: "I'm not that familiar with her!"

Uncle Ping'an: "Also not dating?"

"No!"

Uncle Ping'an laughed: "Actually, it's fine if you are dating. Our country doesn't prohibit foreign-related marriages."

In '77, French female international student Odile Pierquin and Chinese student Tian Li received a certificate in the Magic City, which can be considered as setting a precedent. In the following '78, the number of foreign-related marriage registrations in the Magic City reached as high as 148 pairs, and even more this year. The Magic City has always been a bridgehead for foreign-related marriages.

Wei Ming: "This is really worrying too much. I just bought some things from her, and I haven't paid yet."

"Ah?"

At first, Wei Ping'an was indeed worried, but hearing that the fact was like this, he was inexplicably disappointed. His nephew is so excellent, should be able to attract foreign girls, right?

Wei Ming said again: "Did this cause a bad influence? Do I need to issue a statement publicly?"

His sensitivity in this regard has always been relatively poor. After all, some of his thinking is still stuck in 2025.

Wei Ping'an shook his head: "You are not teaching staff. If you were teaching staff, it would involve the moral issue of teacher-student love. You are just logistics staff, so there is no need for that. It's just that everyone is too concerned and too sensitive about matters involving foreigners. In the future, if you want to meet, you should go find her. Don't let her come find you."

Wei Ming nodded: "I'll go find her right now. Uh, wouldn't it be not so good late at night?"

Wei Ping'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You'd better go quickly, otherwise she will come again tomorrow."

This time, the one who came down from the female international student dormitory building was Xiao Cha. She told Wei Ming: "I have already educated Melinda. She knows she brought you some trouble."

Wei Ming shook his head: "Not a big deal."

Cha Jianying: "But you are in big trouble. She recorded 12 tapes for you, just waiting for payment."

Wei Ming's blood pressure and voice soared at the same time: "What!"

(Finished writing, a total of 30,000 words! How many more chapters to add today depends on you readers~)

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