Exciting 1979!

Chapter 192: Taking advantage of the opportunity and defeating them one by one (a big chapter, please give me a monthly ticket!)
On the first night living in the Overseas Chinese Apartment, Wei Ming first put all the books and letters on the bookshelf, and then, unable to bear the loneliness, he decided to write a love story.

Otherwise, if you don't write for a long time, your hand will easily become rusty, so you still have to keep the feel for it, and you can also earn some money from royalties.

The property fee for living here is eight yuan per month, and after getting the phone, there is also a fixed expense of about 20 yuan per month. In addition, I have to support my family, so I can't just live off my savings.

In the past, he would sit cross-legged on the bed in the dormitory to create, and both the posture and the environment would cause some interference. This was the first time he felt completely free of distractions and was in full swing, so he was in an excellent state and finished more than 4,000 words before going to bed.

If it weren't for the fact that it involved some historical knowledge that made him hesitate, he could have written faster. He would have to go to the library to borrow two books tomorrow.

Also, the desk is not very good. I will see if I can buy a better one later.

The next day, Wei Ming rode his beloved scooter to work, and then changed to a bicycle when he arrived at the South Gate. Riding a motorcycle on campus was a bit too ostentatious and also consumed a lot of fuel.

After work, Yang Hao glanced at Wei Ming who was studying at his desk.

"Oh, are you studying the history of Qin again?"

"Just looking around, looking around," Wei Ming asked with a smile, "Are there any special news recently?"

Yang Hao flipped through the newspapers and magazines at hand.

"Nothing much, it's just that 'Nezha Conquers the Dragon King' was shortlisted for the Cannes Film Festival in France, and Tang Guoqiang also represented 'Little Flower' to attend."

The opening ceremony of the Cannes Film Festival is on the 13th. The news he read was a report before the departure of the Chinese film delegation. The head of the delegation is Wang Shuchen, the director of the two films "Nezha" and "The Book of Heaven". The group should have arrived in France now.

This time, "Nezha Conquers the Dragon King" was successfully shortlisted for the main competition unit. Regardless of whether it wins the award or not, this is exciting news for domestic animation and even Chinese-language films.

As early as 16 years ago, the ink-and-wash animation "The Tadpole Looking for Its Mother" by the Shanghai Animation Film Studio won an honorary award on the Cannes stage, stunning the world.

Wei Ming took the "China Youth" magazine. In addition to seeing the news related to Cannes, he also saw an interesting title "Why is the road of life getting narrower and narrower...", signed by "Ordinary female worker Pan Xiao".

In his previous life, he knew about the big discussion on "What is the meaning of life" in the countryside, and even wrote a letter personally to participate in the discussion.

From May to December, for more than half a year, confused young people across the country were discussing this issue, with China Youth as the main platform. The problem encountered by "Pan Xiao" was empathetic to many people and was very representative.

One of the important reasons why it is so relatable and seems to have hit the pain points of all contemporary young people is that "Pan Xiao" is not just one person.

The editor combined the experiences of two readers, Pan Yi and Huang Xiaoju, in the letters and put them into one person. Some artistic processing by the editor may have been added in the middle, so that the experience of "Pan Xiao" was so resonant that it triggered a nationwide discussion.

Gong Xing from the General Political Department Repertory Theatre was also reading this article in a magazine. This article had a great influence on many young actors in the troupe who could not play the leading role.

The opening paragraph is very suffocating: "Dear editor: I am 23 years old this year, and should be said to have just started my life, but all the mysteries and attractions of life no longer exist for me, and I seem to have reached its end..."

Next, "Pan Xiao" recounted his own experiences, in many of which Gong Xing could see his own reflection.

In fact, before the age of 20, Gong Xing was as confused and even desperate as her. He didn't know what to do in the future and felt that he would spend his whole life in the rural area of Jiangxi.

Fortunately, she later became a cultural and artistic soldier. Compared with the educated youth around her at that time, she was lucky. However, after joining the army and the General Political Department, she still sat on the bench for five years. Even playing the leading role in a movie could not change her destiny.

It was not until I met Wei Ming and he strongly recommended me to star in "The Shepherd" that my life began to get on the fast track.

When the crew was in contact with director Xie Jin, he "accidentally" revealed that in order to get her to play the leading female role, Wei Ming devalued Shanghai Film Studio's direct descendants such as Chen Chong and Zhang Yu.

Wei Ming can be said to be her greatest benefactor, who enabled her to get this precious opportunity.

So now she has new entanglements and confusions. Will she be able to come back after filming at the Shanghai Film Studio this time?

She even thought that the unit should simply refuse her transfer and let Director Song Chong choose someone else.

However, as she was thinking about it, a little girl in the dormitory came to find her.

"Sister Xue, the leader is looking for you!"

Gong Xing knew it was probably an application matter and put down the magazine.

This colleague, who was only in her early twenties, walked beside Gong Xian affectionately and said, "Sister Xue, when you become a movie star in the future, if you have the right opportunity, you must think of me."

Gong Xing smiled and nodded: "Sure."

The theater troupe is also a small society, and Sister Xue has also learned to treat people hypocritically. She knows that she definitely won't do that. This little sister made a lot of sarcastic remarks when her performance "Jiehong" failed.

If there is a suitable opportunity, she will definitely give priority to Gong Ying.

Arriving at the leader's office, Gong Xing received a certificate of approval, which meant that she could buy a ticket back to Shanghai as early as tomorrow to prepare to join the crew. Everything was ready there, just waiting for her to become the heroine.

After thanking her leader, Gong Xing left the office building. She wanted to call Wei Ming to say goodbye, but she didn't expect him to come again.

Wei Ming said astride his motorcycle: "Let's go, I'll take you somewhere."

"Where is it?" Gong Xing asked, but got into the car without hesitation.

This time Wei Ming rode a little faster and the wind was a bit strong, so Gong Xing had no choice but to hold his waist loosely and did not dare to hold him tightly.

Even so, the two of them would still attract a lot of attention when driving on the street. If they were stopped by the old lady from the Bound-Foot Detective Team, they would have to lie and say that they were in love.

Thinking of this, Gong Xing's face turned red again. Fortunately, he was wearing a helmet and no one could see his face. Thanks to the helmet.

"Come to my house. I've already moved there. I'll show you the way."

When Gong Xing heard that they were going to Wei Ming's house, he was very nervous: "Why don't we go during the day?"

It's evening now, it's not appropriate.

Wei Ming: "I still have to go to work during the day. Don't you have to go to work?"

Gong Xing thought that he would be going back to Shanghai soon and might leave tomorrow, so he stopped objecting.

Xiao Wei is a decent person, there is nothing for him to be afraid of.

When he entered the door, he greeted the gatekeeper. Wei Ming said he was bringing a friend to get acquainted with the place, and the gatekeeper let him in.

After all, most of the residents here are overseas Chinese or the powerful class, and Old Sun has seen the world and is not surprised by anything.

Wei Ming parked the car downstairs and went up to the third floor, and only then did Gong Xing take off his helmet.

Wei Ming also introduced: "The neighbors living over there are Mr. Wu Zuoren and his wife, old lady Xiao Shufang."

"What!" Gong Xing was shocked.

Her father and brother are both painters, and she herself has also learned painting since she was young. Although she cannot be called a professional, it is her biggest hobby besides acting. Naturally, she has heard of Wu Zuoren's name.

I heard that Wu Zuoren was Xu Beihong's favorite student, and was well-versed in both Chinese and Western culture. He even brought a foreign wife back from abroad. This should be something in common with Wei Ming.

Then as she entered the door, she saw a painting by Wu Zuoren.

Wei Ming pointed to the "Panda Holding Bamboo" painting and said to her: "This is the gift Mr. Wu gave to my new neighbor. He regretted it afterwards and said that he drew two more panda paintings, but neither was as vivid and lively as this one."

Gong Xingyu, who loves painting, stood in front of the painting and studied it carefully, and said with deep emotion: "It is indeed the work of a master!"

She compared it with some of her father's similar animal ink paintings and found the difference to be quite large. Then she admired a lotus painting by old lady Xiao Shufang, who is also a professor at the Central Academy of Fine Arts and has superb skills.

At this time, Wei Ming held up a big red thermos and asked, "Tea or coffee?"

"You have coffee here?" Gong Xing was pleasantly surprised. Drinking coffee is a deep-rooted hobby of Shanghai people.

"It seems you like coffee. You can take it away later. There is also a large can of Nescafe."

When Wei Ming was making coffee, Gong Xing realized how big Wei Ming's house was. It felt like the living room alone was larger than their living area.

They are just an ordinary family in Shanghai. Every time he goes home, he has to occupy his sister's single bed. A family of seven, three generations, live in a space of 50 to 60 square meters.

So you can imagine how much Xiao Wei paid for this house.

However, although Wei Ming's house is big, it is also very empty. Gong Xing realized that he should buy some gifts to fill it up.

"What gift or no gift? Your coming here is the best gift." Wei Ming added some milk candy to Gong Xing's food to make it easier to swallow.

I don’t have a coffee cup at home, so I’ll just use a glass cup. It’s just a container.

Holding a hot glass, Gong Xing visited Wei Ming's study. As there was a bookshelf and a desk, the room was relatively full, especially the beautiful bookshelf, which was already full of books, and the cabinets under the bookshelf were filled with letters from readers.

In addition, Gong Xing also saw a copy of "Records of the Grand Historian" and a copy of "Shuihudi Qin Bamboo Slips" on the desk.

She asked curiously, "Why are you doing historical research again recently?"

Wei Ming: "I'm writing a novel and it's useful for me."

She was even more puzzled: "Isn't your new work going to be about the story before the founding of the People's Republic of China?"

Wei Ming pointed at the huge empty house and said, "That's a long novel that I haven't started yet, and I don't know when I can finish it. But buying a house has emptied my savings, and I don't have a phone yet, so I can only write a novella to earn some royalties." Speaking of this, Wei Ming took out the draft of "Heroes Have Always Been Young" and handed it to her.

"Give it to Auntie when you return to Shanghai. I'll also get a share of the royalties, which should help alleviate some of the pain."

Gong Xing carefully collected it and said, "I want to leave tomorrow. Director Song is also in a hurry."

Wei Ming thankfully said, "It's a good thing I went to look for you today, otherwise I would have come to nothing."

Gong Xing took two sips of coffee, squinted his eyes, and enjoyed it very much. He felt that it was more fragrant than the one-dollar-a-cup coffee from the shop next to Zhang Ailing's former residence in Shanghai.

Wei Ming asked with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

“It tastes good.”

Wei Ming stretched out his hand: "Then let me try it."

"You haven't drunk your own?"

Wei Ming: "I find it bitter when I drink it myself, but you drink it so deliciously that I want to try it again."

Gong Xing wanted to say, "Make yourself a cup," but that seemed impolite, so he handed the cup over.

Wei Ming was even more rude. He drank directly from the place she had just used. After drinking, he wiped his mouth and handed it to her again, asking her to continue drinking. It turned out that he had overthought it. It still tasted like that.

Gong Xing shyly took it and drank it again, feeling a different feeling again.

Gong Xing just came here to get acquainted with the place and couldn't stay too long. She was afraid that the security guard would misunderstand her, so she wanted to leave after drinking her coffee.

Although he was reluctant to give up the popularity brought by Gong Xing, Wei Ming did not stop her. This family member had seen enough, and he couldn't let her visit the bed in her bedroom.

Before leaving, Gong Xing borrowed the bathroom in Wei Ming's house, but Wei Ming did not hear the sound of the toilet flushing.

Because Gong Xing just wanted to withdraw money.

She had just received the allowance from the crew for this period of time, and before she had time to deposit it in the bank, she put it in her underwear pocket.

"Here's 50 yuan. It's not much, but it's enough for an emergency. Take it."

Wei Ming did not refuse because he could feel that the fifty yuan had warmth.

"Well then, I dare not refuse the elder's gift."

Gong Xing raised his fist and said angrily in dialect: "I'm going to hit you!"

Wei Ming stretched his face over and replied in Sichuan dialect: "You hit me, you hit me."

Gong Xing pouted and touched his face, imitating the way Wei Ming touched his own face that day.

Xiao Wei seems to have the potential to be a pretty boy, he has very good skin, superior facial features, and a short stubble on his chin which feels great.

Fearing that he would become addicted to touching her, Gong Xian stopped his hand in time and said something to break the ambiguous atmosphere: "Let's go, take me back."

"Oh."

Wei Ming also restrained himself and endured it with great difficulty.

If he only knew Gong Xian now, he felt that he would also attack with a straight ball even if there was an age difference and even if the final result might not be ideal.

But I happen to know an equally good sister named Zhu Lin, and she is single now because of me, so I should just think that she is doing this for me.

Therefore, Wei Ming didn't dare to take any risks against any of them, as he was afraid of losing his balance.

However, Wei Ming was somewhat reluctant to let her leave like this.

"Sister Xue, since you're here, you should leave something behind."

Gong Xing said aggrievedly: "I have already left fifty yuan."

Wei Ming: "That's borrowed. I will return it. Wait for me."

Wei Ming went next door and knocked on Mr. Wu's door. After a while, Wei Ming came back with a few brushes, some rice paper, an inkstone and paint in his hand.

"Sister Xue, please save some of your talents."

It turned out that he was asked to draw a picture. It was a false alarm. Gong Xing breathed a sigh of relief, but then he felt guilty.

"You have Mr. and Mrs. Wu's paintings hanging in your living room, and you want to hang my paintings too? You have no dignity."

Wei Ming advised: "Then I can hang it in the bedroom or study. It will be ok if guests can't see it."

Seeing that he had already started grinding the ink, Gong Xing had no choice but to agree. There were already bamboo and lotus flowers in the house. She looked at the color palette that Wei Ming brought, which had green and purple.

"Then I'll draw a grape."

So Gong Xing left her "Purple Grapes" at Wei Ming's home and signed it.

She said ashamedly: "My painting is not good this time. I will practice again when I get home. When I draw a good one, I will replace this one."

Wei Ming thought to himself, I won’t exchange with you, this hastily completed painting is more meaningful, and I still need to find someone to frame it.

It was even colder on the way back, so Wei Ming said, "If you feel cold, just hold on tighter."

"No, it's not cold." Sister Xue's mouth was very tough, but when she saw Wei Ming walking on a sparsely populated road, she began to wrap her arms around his slender waist and pressed her whole body against his tiger back.

Gong Xing: I feel so safe!
Wei Ming: It feels so flat~
The next day, Wei Ming arrived at the south gate of Peking University. The gatekeeper told him that he had just received a package from Hong Kong. He said with a little disappointment, "Brother Ming, do I have to help you receive mail in the future?"

Wei Ming patted his shoulder and said, "Some of them will definitely be sent to the school. I'm sorry to trouble you guys."

"Oh, and I just received a call from Uncle Wei from my hometown. He said he knew about the house purchase and would come over to see Xiaohong after she finishes the college entrance examination."

Wei Ming was stunned: "What, Xiaohong is taking the college entrance examination?!"

~
Wei Jiefang called Wei Ming from the county post office.

Early in the morning, he drove a donkey cart to the county No. 1 Middle School to deliver milk to his daughter, and then met teacher Zang Kefu, who told Wei Jiefang that the preliminary college entrance examination results were out.

"Congratulations, Principal Wei. Wei Hong ranked first in the county this time, more than 40 points higher than the second place. Several teachers in the graduating class of the school unanimously believe that Wei Hong has the ability to impact Tsinghua University and Peking University!"

Old Wei wanted to tell Wei Ming the good news right away and ask about the specific issues regarding the house. He couldn't wait to write a letter, so he decided to call. Unfortunately, his son was not in the dormitory at the time.

Old Wei thought that his son had probably already moved into the new house. Wow, it was as big as three Ping An homes. The more he thought about it, the more beautiful it became.

When he returned to the village and the village primary school, Lao Wei felt even more satisfied when he saw the students studying hard.

The final exams are just over a month away. In addition to the graduating class who can get scholarships, the top three in other grades can also travel to Yenching University. These naughty kids are really competing with each other.

When he arrived at the office, Qi Kezheng sighed. Seeing "Principal Wei" coming in, he hurriedly put away a letter and then put on a smiling face to his brother-in-law.

There was no way. Wei Jiefang was now the honorary principal, equivalent to the dean of studies, and in July he wanted to go back to Yanjing with the outstanding students. When you are under someone's eaves, you have to bow your head.

Wei Jiefang still had to raise cattle, so he sat for a while and then left. As soon as he left, Qi Kexiu took out the rejection letter from "Story Club" again.

It also contains a 1000-word short martial arts novel titled "Heroes Have Always Emerged in Middle Age," which took him several months to write.

He originally thought that the serialization of "Heroes Have Always Been Young" had ended, and that "Story Club" needed a new masterpiece, and that his novel was just the right fit. If they had a keen eye for talent, he could continue writing and turn the short story into a novella or even a novel.

As a result, he was blind and Qi Kexiu could only continue to be a pearl covered in dust.

~
Outside the Institute of Health, Academy of Medical Sciences.

Wei Ming took off his helmet and put on sunglasses.

He came over and waited for her after work at noon. If Zhu Lin came out for lunch at noon, he would be able to meet her.

If she chooses to eat in the company cafeteria, I will come again tomorrow until I meet her.

But Wei Ming would not go to someone's house to look for her. Her breakup with her partner had already caused her some speculation and controversy at work.

He didn't want to cause her any trouble.

As he waited, a familiar beautiful figure appeared in Wei Ming's black and white world!
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