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Chapter 157: The Fat Little Liang Zuo Provoking Ming Ge (Extra chapter for the leader Wu Se Violence!)
Wei Ming and A Long were strolling around when they arrived at Dongdan, and they thought about having dinner there before going back.

The location here is good, just a few steps away from the East Campus of Union Hospital and Wangfujing Pedestrian Street. In the future, there will be large shopping malls like Oriental Plaza.

They found a restaurant in the alley. Just as they sat down, Wei Ming suddenly saw a man on a bicycle parked outside the door. The other person looked at his motorcycle curiously.

As soon as the person came in, someone greeted him. It was obviously an old neighbor living here.

There are no empty tables now, only Wei Ming and A Long occupy a table, and there is still an empty seat.

He looked over and asked with a smile if he could share a table.

Looking at this old acquaintance, Wei Ming smiled and said, "Of course, please."

Some people in the restaurant called him "Brother Li" and some called him "Guangfu".

He was Li Guangfu, Wei Ming's old colleague at the People's Art Theatre in his previous life. Wei Ming always called him Lao Li. He was 15 years older than himself.

It was not surprising to meet him here. Old Li's family lived here, in a courtyard house with two entrances in San Tiao Hutong, Beiji Pavilion. The whole yard belonged to them. Wei Ming had been a guest in their house in his previous life.

Although Lao Li is only 34 years old now, he has more than 13 years of acting experience. He entered the actor training class of the People's Art Theater at the age of and has stayed in the theater ever since. Although he has not played any big roles, his acting skills are vivid and natural.

Later, he became well-known for his roles in TV dramas such as "Under the Gate of Zhengyang·The Broken Marquis", "Love in the Courtyard·The Third Uncle" and "In the Name of the People·Zheng Xipo".

Liu Rulong didn't know him and was still continuing the previous topic with Wei Ming.

"If you buy a house in this area, it will be too far to go to work in the future."

Wei Ming nodded: "Yes, I still prefer Xicheng or Haidian, at least it is closer to Peking University, but I don’t have enough money now, so I’m just looking around."

Wei Ming then turned to look at Li Guangfu and said, "Brother, in an area like ours, how much would a small courtyard cost?"

Li Guangfu had just ordered his meal and sat down. He didn't expect this man to be so forthcoming and directly ask a stranger about such matters as buying a house.

"Oh, I can't say for sure. I haven't heard of anyone wanting to buy or sell the house. But I guess it won't be sold for less than 10,000 yuan. After all, the location here is great."

Although Li Guangfu spoke with some reservation, he also liked to strike up a conversation. Soon Wei Ming started chatting with him and "knew" that he worked at the People's Art Theatre and was an actor.

"The People's Art Theatre is a good unit, and all the actors there are like this," Wei Ming gave a thumbs up. "I remember that I met Mr. Cao Yu and Mr. Yi Shizhi from the People's Art Theatre a few times, and we even took photos together."

"Oh, those are our two deans!" Li Guangfu was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that this young man he just met casually actually had some connection with the People's Art Theatre.

"Have you ever been to our theater to watch a play?" he asked.

Wei Ming shook his head: "I saw him at a meeting in the Great Hall."

In the town hall? Meeting?
Wei Ming's words sounded calm and unrestrained, like an old Yanjing man bragging without caring about his life or death. However, Li Guangfu thought that Wei Ming was so young and should not have such skills.

"Are you going to a meeting too?" He had already changed to a respectful title.

"Well, I'm a representative of the Writers Association."

"Oh, you are also a writer? Writer..." Li Guangfu seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said thoughtfully, "I recently heard that there is a very famous young writer named Wei, and he is from the same hometown as Mr. Lan Tianye from our troupe."

Wei Ming smiled and said, "It's me."

Seeing that he admitted it, Li Guangfu immediately cupped his hands in surprise and said, "I didn't expect to meet a true god!"

"Brother, you flatter me. I am just a primary school student in the literary world. This is my classmate, Liu Rulong from the Film Academy."

Li Guangfu asked: "Are you studying acting?" He didn't look like it.

Liu Rulong: "I'm from the animation class."

"Oh, animation is great. It makes people with a childlike heart. People with a childlike heart don't age easily and live long lives." Li Guangfu is very good at speaking.

Then he pointed at the motorcycle outside and said, "That belongs to Writer Wei too, right?"

Wei Ming nodded.

"What a big deal!"

Wei Ming waved his hand and said, "I live in Peking University, but I always go into the city for convenience. Today I met Brother Li, and I will definitely go to the People's Art Theater to watch your play if I have the chance."

"Then you have to look carefully, otherwise it might pass by in the blink of an eye."

"Brother Li is humorous. Haha, let's eat together." Now they really share a table and eat the dishes together.

Wei Ming was very happy. He met Li Guangfu by chance today. It would be a good idea for him to visit his old unit in the future. However, the Sister Dandan, Wang Xiaoji, Liang Xiaopang, and Brother Pu that he was familiar with probably haven't joined the People's Art Theatre yet.

It was already dark when they walked out of the restaurant after dinner. Li Guangfu even asked them to follow him to get familiar with the place.

"Next time you come to Dongdan, please come to my house and we can talk slowly then."

"Haha, of course, of course. I also have a lot of knowledge about Old Yanjing that I want to ask Brother Li for advice. You are an expert in this area."

Wei Ming first sent A-Long back to the Film Academy. A-Long was filled with emotion: "This is the first time I feel so relaxed coming to the city!"

In the past, it took him more than two hours to get into the city, and it took five hours to go back and forth. The time taken by bike and bus is almost the same, the difference is that riding a bike is more tiring, while taking the bus is easier, but the time is uncertain, and if you miss the last bus, it will be terrible.

After Wei Ming put the man down, he said: "If our comics can really make a name for themselves in Hong Kong, not only motorcycles, but cars will also be waving at us!"

The two men's eyes met, both full of ambition.

Wei Ming then returned to the South Gate, where he saw Liu Zhenyun and Liang Zuo. These two were not first-year students either, and they somehow ended up together.

Liu Zhenyun smiled and said, "Senior Brother Liang said that he can write poetry all of a sudden, and he wanted to show it off in front of you."

"What's so great about being able to write poetry? Even someone as uneducated as Mei Wenhua can write poetry."

"Brother Ming, I'm still here!" Mei Wenhua was wiping the motorcycle with a rag. Wei Ming said that the maintenance of the motorcycle was left to him and he could ride it whenever he needed to.

Wei Ming smiled and said, "Xiao Mei, you know me well. I never speak ill of others behind their backs."

Mei Wenhua: So you hurt me in person, right?
A gleam of light flashed from the glasses of the little fat man Liang Zuo: "What if it is a poem in seven steps?"

"Wow~" Wei Ming exclaimed, "Xiao Liang has made such great progress in just one winter vacation?"

Liang Zuo said arrogantly, "When a man has been away for three days, he should be treated with new eyes. Please give me a topic, and I will write it for you right away."

Wei Ming thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll write about 'ideal'. This is the theme of my first poem."

Liu Zhenyun clapped his hands and said, "This is great. I think it will be difficult to surpass Brother Ming in this topic. Senior Brother Liang, please go ahead. I will help you count the steps."

I saw Liang Zuo really walking in the gate room. He walked very slowly, but he completed seven steps in less than half a minute.

He started by stacking buffs: "I didn't say that I could definitely surpass Mingge's "Ideal", I just said that I wrote it fast."

Liu Zhenyun: "Please hurry up, I feel like you are stalling for time."

Liang Zuo coughed and said:
“If you want to write about ideals, you can’t just write about ideals.

You have to write about confusion, about being reckless, about the inner struggle and about the misunderstanding of others.

I am so excited to write, but I have trouble falling asleep every night.

Write about being alone, about freedom and soul, about loneliness and worry under a lamp..."

Liang Zuo felt a bit overwhelmed, so he stopped here. It can be considered a poem.

Liu Zhenyun touched his chin and said, "Huh, that's quite interesting." Although it's not very profound, it's fast after all.

Wei Ming hehe: It’s more than interesting!
He said to Liang Zuo: "Your skills have really improved greatly now, so write another poem with Peking University as the theme."

This was exactly what Liang Zuo wanted. It didn't even take seven steps. He had already written it out!

But he still pretended to take three steps and then said:
“If you want to write about Peking University, you can’t just write about Peking University.

Write about the weeping willows by the Weiming Lake and the ancient and majestic Boya Pagoda.

I want to write about the turbulent times of the Red Mansion a hundred years ago, the clarion call of the New Culture Movement, the sparks of thought that collided here, and illuminated the confusion of the times! "

Liu Zhenyun finally realized something was wrong: "Why do all your poems follow the same pattern?"

Liang Zuo laughed and slapped his thighs: "Because this routine is so useful, as long as you name a topic, you can write a poem immediately."

Liu Zhenyun thought about the principle behind this kind of poetry, and it seemed to be true. He felt like he could write an entire one.

"Whose brainless person came up with this?" Liu Zhenyun couldn't help but ask.

Wei Ming sneered: "Excuse me, why am I so stupid?"

"Ah, this, this is your creation?" Liu Zhenyun said in surprise, "This is too genius, from now on, teacher will no longer have to worry about me not being able to write poetry!"

Liang Zuo then took out a copy of the poetry magazine "Xingxing" and found Wei Ming's poem "Chengdu".

"This was brought back from his hometown by a classmate from Sichuan and Chongqing. He wrote more than a dozen poems following this pattern while on the train. When we saw the first poem, we were all impressed by how well it was written. But when we saw there were more than a dozen such poems, we were dumbfounded. Only then did we realize that the source was actually here with you."

Wei Ming: "At that time, I was warmly received by an editor of the poetry magazine Xingxing in Chengdu, so I rewarded him with a poem, which I just wrote casually."

Liang Zuo laughed and said, "You wrote this so casually. Now everyone in our class has a few Chengdu-style poems in their hands. Even Boss Chen has imitated one."

Wei Ming never expected that this unconventional little poem of his would become popular in this way and was given the title of "Chengdu style". Since learning the "Chengdu style", even a dog can write poetry.

That night in the dormitory, Mei Wenhua also decided to return to the poetry world.

“If you want to write about youth, you can’t just write about youth.

I have to write, I have to write…”

Seeing that he was stuck for a long time, Biaozi slapped the bed and laughed wildly: "Amei, you should just give it a try. You are not cut out for this."

Mei Wenhua sighed: "I think I am still suitable for doing business. Biaozi, you said that we went to the south to make money. I was basically the one who negotiated. Don't I have a greater contribution?"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes." Biaozi did not deny it.

Mei Wenhua: "If I have the chance, I will definitely go again! I won't give up!"

Biaozi also wanted to make money: "Now that school has started, we can take a short vacation again."

Wei Ming said: "Wait a minute, maybe I will go south with you."

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