Exciting 1979!

Chapter 265, "Mom, Love Me Once Again," brought tears to the eyes of the entire nation.

Unity Lake.

Wei Ming, who was passing by, glanced at Xiao Mei and Biao Zi's room. The lights were on and the curtains were drawn, so they were probably still enjoying the afterglow of their newlywed life.

He went straight into Zhu Lin's house in another building and saw that Sister Lin had changed into her pajamas and was sitting on the bed reading a book.

"Look what I brought you!" Wei Ming shook the bag in his hand, and the sound of glass clattering could be faintly heard.

Zhu Lin put down the book he was reading for amusement: "Canned yellow peaches?"

Wei Ming took out two jars that looked like canned yellow peaches, but they were filled with hot sauce.

"This was made by my mother, and this was made by my grandmother. They are both a token of their love."

Zhu Lin was about to show a look of joy when she suddenly looked away: "Gong Xue must have one too, right?"

"Gong Xue? Oh, you reminded me. I'll send her a bottle later too. Don't let her being from Shanghai fool you; she's lived in Jiangxi for several years. She can handle both sweet and spicy food, unlike my sister who prefers sour flavors."

Zhu Lin threw a pillow at Wei Ming, who caught it, and they both laughed.

This answer basically satisfied Zhu Lin. He did not deliberately avoid mentioning Gong Xue's name, but he prioritized his own chili sauce.

So Wei Ming took off his coat, crawled into bed, and hugged Sister Lin tightly, burying his face in her chest.

At this moment, Zhu Lin was still thinking about Gong Xue. She thought that there might be some ambiguity between them, but nothing had crossed the line. She thought that Gong Xue might not know about her relationship with Xiao Wei and was not intentionally trying to steal her away.

It's all the man's fault!

However, the thought that this man was leaving tomorrow made those messy thoughts unimportant. She gently hugged Wei Ming's fluffy head, closed her eyes comfortably, and quickly let him have his way.

He was roaring, she was yelling, and Simmons was howling!

~
"Tell me about your movie script, what's it called?"

Before Wei Ming could start a second round after the first one ended, Zhu Lin suddenly brought up the topic.

Wei Ming didn't hold back: "Tell Mom to love me again. Before I talk about the script, let me tell you a story..."

Zhu Lin: It really is the name Gong Xue mentioned. It seems they had communicated before!

After Wei Ming finished telling the story of the crazy woman he encountered in Zigong, the plot of the script was already clear, and there was no need to say anything more. Zhu Lin's eyes were already wet.

She was off guard, so Wei Ming took advantage of her vulnerability, and Sister Lin cried even harder.

At the same time, she realized that this pitiful mother role was perfect for Gong Xue. She looked so endearing, while she, a girl from Yanjing whose ancestral home was Shandong, didn't look weak or easily bullied at all.

This might just be a script that Wei Ming tailored specifically for Gong Xue to win her favor!

Thinking of this, Zhu Lin cried even harder, her tears containing both resentment and a primal excitement.

The third time was Zhu Lin's initiative. Her idea was simple and plain: to feed him well so that he wouldn't have that kind of thought again when he returned to Shanghai.

Although she knew it was wishful thinking on her part, and that Wei Ming was young, strong, and healthy, and would recover quickly, even if he expended a lot that night, he could quickly replenish himself the next day, she still wanted to do it for psychological comfort.

Wei Ming was also puzzled, not understanding why his sister wanted to reward him.

And there's a reward first thing the next morning!

She got up and went to work at the Beijing Film Studio, but Wei Ming took a while to get out of bed. Oh dear, he still had to catch his flight!
~
Feeling refreshed and energetic, Zhu Lin rushed to the Beijing Film Studio, where he saw Gong Xue registering at the main gate.

Zhu Lin frowned, thinking the other party had come to find her. This little brat shouldn't be a match for her, especially since she had just been injected with energy this morning.

As a result, the gatekeeper pointed out the location of Director Wang Yang's office to Gong Xue.

"Comrade Gong Xue," Zhu Lin greeted him with a smile.

Gong Xue was taken aback for a moment: "Ah, Comrade Zhu Lin, hello, don't you live at the Beijing Film Studio?"

“I’m a local, and I sometimes go home to stay.” Zhu Lin walked into the factory area alongside her.

"Oh, that's right. I often went home to stay when I was at the Shanghai Film Studio," Gong Xue replied with a smile.

"What do you want to see the factory manager about?" Zhu Lin asked.

Gong Xue did not answer directly: "There are some official matters between our unit and Beijing Film Studio that we need to discuss."

Zhu Lin didn't know what official business the two organizations had to discuss, but the two women did have some personal matters to discuss.

"Are you having lunch at the Beijing Film Studio? I'll treat you," Zhu Lin offered.

Gong Xue clenched his fist slightly, but his expression remained relaxed: "How about we eat out for lunch? I saw a small restaurant."

Zhu Lin thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

~
By this time, Wei Ming had already gotten up. It would be too late to go to the airport after going home, but luckily he had brought all his things with him yesterday.

So he took his luggage and went downstairs to Biaozi and Xiaomei's building and shouted, "Mei Wenhua, Zhao Debiao, are you home?"

Then I saw that the two of them were both on their balconies.

Wei Ming was somewhat surprised: "What's going on? Why aren't you at work at this hour?"

“I was going to go anyway, didn’t you see I was already dressed?” Biaozi said.

Mei Wenhua was still wearing pajamas, and her eyes had dark circles, probably because she had just fallen asleep.

Wei Ming: "Biaozi, could you take me to the airport? Then you can ride the motorcycle to the Overseas Chinese Apartment later."

A short while later, Biaozi and Xiaomei came downstairs.

Mei Wenhua yawned, looking completely drained by the lewdness: "Just to be safe, I won't see you off. I'll go to the shop later."

Wei Ming didn't even bother to say anything to him; how could someone so obsessed with women achieve anything significant?

Biaozi chuckled and joked, "Xiaomei, are you planning to have a baby? I haven't seen you two leave the house these past two days."

Mei Wenhua: "Of course! My parents are getting anxious, and I've already given out five red envelopes for our 'rolling in bed' ceremony. Maybe I'll get pregnant while things are still going strong."

Biaozi was surprised: "I also have five portions, which is fifty yuan in total, but my wife already has one. Isn't my money wasted?"

As the instigator, Wei Ming quickly changed the subject: "Hey, remember to hang the business license in the store later, it can also be used as a promotional point for our store."

Mei Wenhua nodded and then handed him a copy of yesterday's People's Daily.

Page 3 featured a report about Oriental Plaza and the two young store managers, along with photos of them holding individual business licenses.

This is a positive example set up by the authorities, so there's a higher chance they'll include it in their textbooks.

Wei Ming told them, "Since the higher-ups are taking such good care of you, you can improve your political status. Recently, various districts have been holding representative elections. If you work hard, you might have a chance. With this status, we won't play the privilege game, but at least we'll have more ability to protect ourselves."

Mei Wenhua listened attentively and nodded earnestly.

Biaozi started Wei Ming's motorcycle: "Brother Ming, let's go."

These past two days have been so hectic with the wedding that we haven't had much time to spend together. Wei Ming took the opportunity to chat with Biaozi on the way.

"Yanzi is pregnant now. What are her thoughts on her future career plans?" Wei Ming asked.

“Anyway, we can’t let her play anymore. There was a national competition at the end of the year, but now she’s not participating. I’m thinking of having her work as an assistant in the store,” Biaozi said.

It's still a bit of a shame, because these past two years were supposed to be Huang Qiuyan's main period for winning championships, but now they're all gone.

Wei Ming: "Health and children are the most important things, and there's nothing we can do about it."

Biaozi added, "She said she really enjoys acting. It's tough, but it lets you go to a lot of places. However, she'll consider it after she gives birth."

Wei Ming can help with this. There haven't been any female kung fu stars with great fame in mainland China, but Huang Qiuyan has the potential.

"And what about you, Biaozi?"

Biaozi thought for a moment and said, "I'm quite confused. I'm not as smart as you and Xiaomei. I'm not good at business, and as for acting, apart from my good looks, my acting skills are not as good as Yanzi's. I don't know what I can do in the future."

Wei Ming laughed and said, "At least you can be a good father now."

Biaozi suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, I can be a good father! I've thought it through. I'm going to have five kids with Yanzi, and I'll spend all my time teaching them literature and martial arts, and raising them to be successful!"

"Come on, you won't be punished to death."

"Why?"

"Just wait and see what the new policy will be like."

Upon arriving at the airport, Biaozi watched Wei Ming board the plane and leave before leaving himself.

~
At this moment, Zhu Lin also finished work and walked to the factory gate, where she saw Gong Xue waiting for her outside.

The two of them tacitly went to the small restaurant and ordered two bowls of noodles and two side dishes.

Zhu Lin also took out a jar of chili sauce from her bag.

"I heard you were sent to the countryside in Jiangxi. You should be able to handle spicy food, right? Want to try some?"

“Great!” Gong Xue accepted Zhu Lin’s kindness and praised it highly. “It’s delicious, so fragrant! Did your mother make it?”

“My mom doesn’t have that skill; Aunt Xu made it,” Zhu Lin replied.

"Which Aunt Xu?"

"That's Wei Ming's mother."

Gong Xue paused immediately while eating his noodles.

Zhu Lin revealed a triumphant smile, calmly eating his noodles. They were delicious!

Gong Xue looked at Zhu Lin and asked, "Comrade Zhu Lin, how old are you?"

"I was born in 52, my birthday is this month, what's wrong with that?" Zhu Lin became sensitive when talking about her age.

Gong Xue smiled and said, "I was born in 53, so I'll call you 'sister' just like Xiao Wei does. I plan to transfer to the Beijing Film Studio, and we'll definitely be dealing with each other a lot in the future. Please take good care of me then."

"What? You're being transferred to the Beijing Film Studio?" Zhu Lin put down his chopsticks. "You came here today just for this?"

Gong Xue nodded: "Yes, our unit is undergoing restructuring. The leaders asked me if I planned to focus on stage plays or make movies from now on. I thought about it and decided that I still prefer movies, so we need a film studio to take me in." Before, she had been torn between Wei Ming and her family and hometown, but since their relationship took a turn for the better, she understood that she belonged to him wholeheartedly, and wherever he was, she would be there too.

She invited Zhu Lin out to dinner today, implying that her relationship with Wei Ming was for the same reason—she wanted to protect her hard-won happiness.

She could tell that Zhu Lin definitely had feelings for Wei Ming too. That wasn't surprising, after all, her man was too outstanding. But sorry, I came first, so you can be our good older sister.

Zhu Lin had the same idea; she wanted to reveal her relationship with Wei Ming to make Gong Xue back down. Unexpectedly, she took on the challenge head-on.

Now both of them put down their chopsticks and stared intently at each other.

"you……"

"I……"

The two spoke at the same time, and Gong Xue said gently, "Sister, you speak first."

Zhu Lin lowered her voice: "Do you know what kind of relationship I have with him?"

Gong Xue retorted sharply: "I think you probably don't know much about my relationship with him either."

Zhu Lin smiled and then touched her stomach.

Gong Xue looked horrified and pointed at Zhu Lin's stomach.

Zhu Lin said gently, "That's right, I'm full."

"..." Gong Xue wiped the sweat from his forehead, almost thinking that the other party was about to use a killing move on him.

“I originally thought we could be friends, but now it seems we’re better off as rivals,” Zhu Lin said, standing up. “From now on, let’s each rely on our own abilities and see who he chooses.”

"Wait a minute," Gong Xue called out to Zhu Lin.

Zhu Lin turned around. What's wrong? Are you chickening out? Are you planning to back out?

Gong Xue pointed to Zhu Lin's bag: "Can I add another spoonful of that chili sauce?"

"What a gluttonous girl!" Zhu Lin was speechless. He took the spoonful back and gave her another spoonful: "Eat it."

After saying that, Zhu Lin left. Gong Xue ate her noodles in big mouthfuls, and as she ate, tears started falling from her bowl.

"so spicy!"

Gong Xue, somewhat self-destructively, finished the soup and noodles, because eating so much made her throat hurt from the spiciness.

Although I don't know the extent of Xiao Wei and Zhu Lin's relationship, it seems that I am not the only one in Xiao Wei's heart.

Well, she was never his only one. Melinda always had a place in his heart. It was his first love, so she could understand and tolerate it, since they were separated by oceans. But now there was another Zhu Lin.

Does falling for an outstanding man mean facing constant challenges?

And is Zhang Yu also going to try and steal my man?
Hmph, I'm not someone to be bullied either. After shedding tears and breaking out in a sweat, Gong Xue walked out of the small restaurant to regroup.

Zhu Lin, just you wait and see who has the last laugh!
Now that Xiao Wei and I have had a real relationship and even have a love nest in Shanghai, and we have so many shared experiences and memories, I don't know how I could lose!
The only solution Gong Xue could think of was to transfer the relationship to Yanjing, stay with Xiao Wei from now on, and resolutely avoid a long-distance relationship.

She guessed that Xiao Wei might have felt lonely during her time in Shanghai, and Zhu Lin took advantage of that. She didn't blame her; Xiao Wei was probably unaware of the situation.

Zhu Lin did not sit idly by. She felt that she needed to know herself and her enemy, so after finishing work in the afternoon, she immediately went to the Jingshan Garment Factory to find her classmate Li Chengru.

"Oh, Zhu Lin, what made you think of coming to see me?" Li Chengru felt his vanity greatly satisfied as he looked at the envious looks of his coworkers.

"I forgot when the class started, so I came to ask you."

"Classes don't start until January," Li Chengru said.

“Oh, January? Then our crew will probably be wrapped up filming by then, and we can focus on our studies,” Zhu Lin smiled and asked, “Cheng Ru, do you still help people look after houses? I heard you mention before that you were the one who introduced Wei Ming’s courtyard house.”

"It was quite a coincidence. At that time, one of my childhood friends wanted to go abroad, so he transferred his ancestral home to Writer Wei. I was just helping to pass on the message."

When did this happen?

"Oh dear, it must have been half a year."

Zhu Lin's lips twitched slightly. Half a year has passed! Half a year has actually passed!

Six months ago, she and Wei Ming were worried about where to make love. But actually, Wei Ming already had a courtyard house at that time, but he kept it a secret. Was there some secret about this courtyard house that he couldn't tell her?
Originally, Zhu Lin thought that Gong Xue was the third party who interfered in her relationship with Wei Ming, but now she is a little confused. Who is the third party between the two of us?
……

After returning to Shanghai, Wei Ming immediately went to the editorial department of *Harvest* magazine to retrieve the remaining 100,000 words of the manuscript and the revision comments. He quickly began working on it before Sister Xue returned, hoping to make it in time for Sister Lin's birthday.

He was already well-off and could have lived a much easier life, but unfortunately, he had too much debt.

The next morning, he also received a letter from director Wu Tianming in Xi'an, in which he expressed his idea of ​​filming "The Battle of Qin Terracotta Warriors".

"I've never done a fantasy story before, but because it's about the Terracotta Army, and it's a story written by you, Professor Wei, I'm willing to give it a try. I hope to get your permission, and that you'll write the script..."

Well, another debt collector has arrived. Wei Ming thought for a moment and wrote back to Wu Tianming to discuss how to make this movie.

He still hopes that this film can be made into a co-production with Hong Kong, made in a more fashionable way, and then promoted overseas, at least to Hong Kong, to promote the Terracotta Army of Qin Shi Huang, a symbol of Xi'an.

Two days later, Gong Xue returned from Yanjing, and the two met outside and had a meal together immediately.

Gong Xue remained calm and made no mention of his confrontation with Zhu Lin.

Although she felt wronged, she thought that at Xiao Wei's age, young people are bound to be playful and restless, but he really hadn't said a word to her.

He paid nearly 30,000 yuan for an old villa and several thousand yuan for renovation without batting an eye. You couldn't find a man like that even with a lantern.

"Sister Xue, let's go check on the house renovation tonight," Wei Ming suggested after dinner, adding that they do some exercise.

Gong Xue rolled her eyes at him: "All you know is that. Are you thinking about me or that?"

"I want to do 'that' with you. Sometimes I don't know how to express my love. I feel that words are too pale, so I might as well use actions."

Gong Xue thought to himself, "You even have specific methods for your actions. I've been corrupted by you."

On the way to the old villa, Gong Xue recommended Xizi to Wei Ming.

What do you think about Xizi playing Xiao Hulu?

Wei Ming was somewhat worried: "Little Gourd has a lot of crying scenes, is Xizi up to the task?"

Gong Xue: "If I eat candy in front of him and don't give it to him, he'll immediately burst into tears. I have experience with this."

Wei Ming looked at Gong Xue and said, "Well, so this is how you act as a sister-in-law!"
"Okay, once the production company contacts you, I'll recommend both of you together, as a bundled deal." Speaking of bundling, I wonder how much my sister would accept this approach.

Wei Ming stroked his chin and entered Gensokyo.

~
Wei Ming didn't have to wait long; a few days later, the last issue of "Huacheng" magazine for the year was released.

Peking University.

At the wedding, Liu Zhenyun told Wei Ming about writing a book review in advance, and Wei Ming said that he would lend him the spare draft after he returned from Shanghai.

However, Liu Zhenyun did not expect that Wei Ming had other works.

Before class, Dai Jinhua, a student in the class, walked into the classroom with a copy of "Huacheng" magazine and sat behind Liu Zhenyun. She said to the classmate next to her, "Hey, this issue of 'Huacheng' has a piece by Teacher Wei."

A classmate asked with a smile, "What delicious food did Teacher Wei eat this time?"

She thought Wei Ming had written another food essay, but Dai Jinhua said, "It's not an essay, it's an original movie script. The title doesn't sound like Wei Ming at all, but I haven't read the content yet."

"Huh? Wei Ming wrote the script, Lao Dai, let me take a look." Liu Zhenyun turned around.

Dai Jinhua: "We're in class."

"Ideological and Moral Cultivation class doesn't matter, my moral character is already very noble."

Since Dai Jinhua had to focus on the lesson and didn't have time to read it, she lent him the magazine, saying, "Return it to me after class."

"Thanks, Lao Dai!" Liu Zhenyun was delighted, as he could save another dollar on magazine purchases.

This issue of "Flower City" magazine doesn't have many strong works, and there aren't many well-known authors. Although there is a short story by Shi Tiesheng called "Brothers," it can't be considered a representative work. As everyone knows, Shi Tiesheng's essays are more worth reading.

So although Wei Ming presented a script, judging from the table of contents, this work is indeed the most attractive.

However, after reading for an hour, Liu Zhenyun decisively closed the magazine, stopped reading, and began to listen attentively.

Seeing this, Dai Jinhua wondered if Teacher Wei had made a mistake and written poorly.
Indeed, novels and screenplays are not the same thing; someone who can write a good novel may not be able to write a good screenplay.

However, after class, Liu Zhenyun immediately opened the magazine and started reading again.

Dai Jinhua patted Liu Zhenyun: "Zhenyun, it's time to return the magazine to me."

Liu Zhenyun turned around, startling Dai Jinhua: "You, you're crying?"

Liu Zhenyun wiped his nose: "No! A man doesn't easily shed tears!"

Dai Jinhua then asked, "It's just that it's not time to be sad yet. What's wrong with you?"

Liu Zhenyun pointed to the words in the magazine: "It's so damn touching!"

When Liu Zhenyun realized during class that Wei Ming had planted a tearjerker bomb for the readers, he decisively stopped reading, otherwise he would have definitely burst into tears in class.

But this thing was so addictive that even after failing the challenge, Liu Zhenyun immediately started watching it again as soon as get out of class was over.

Seeing that he was already like this, Dai Jinhua told him to finish reading before saying anything more.

It wasn't until evening that Dai Jinhua brought the magazine back and settled down to read it in her dormitory.

Meanwhile, her other roommates had also bought the magazine and, having read it earlier, were already crying.

This scene terrified Dai Jinhua. "Do I still want to see this?" she thought.

One of my roommates, who had already finished watching it, sobbed and said, "If you're expecting something like 'The Herdsman' or 'The Shepherd's Spring,' then you shouldn't watch it. It's far inferior in terms of literary merit and artistic merit, but it's really too touching."

Dai Jinhua scoffed: "I'm the most cold-blooded person. A mere script can't make me cry. Absolutely not."

After lights out, his roommates said to him, "Old Dai, are you done crying? You have to go to work at 8 am tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)