Exciting 1979!

Chapter 43 Yan Nanyuan and the Cat (asking for monthly tickets!)

In a military camp outside Beijing.

Feng Xiaogang, secretary of the propaganda team of the 6th Tank Division, was looking for newspapers in the reading room.

Liang Tian, who was recently assigned to the propaganda team because of his ability to edit and write, came over.

"Mani-ma-ni."

"Hey, Brother Tian," although Feng Xiaogang is one year older than Liang Tian, he knows that Liang Tian has a good family background, so he is willing to be his younger brother, "I saw a very interesting novel in the newspaper yesterday, and I am preparing to read the sequel."

"What newspaper?"

“Wenhui Daily.”

"Isn't this it?" Liang Tian stretched out his hand and found today's Wenhui Daily from the pile of newspapers.

Feng Xiaogang gave a thumbs up: "As the old saying goes, small eyes focus light, your eyes are really awesome."

Liang Tian rolled his eyes and said, "If you want to praise me, just do it. Why do you have to criticize my small eyes?"

Fortunately, he was not the petty type and asked, "What novel?"

"That's it, 'The duck knows first when the river water warms in spring.'"

Liang Tian took a look and saw the writer's name.

"Hey, Wei Ming?"

"What's wrong? Is this person famous? I haven't heard of him before." Feng Xiaogang likes reading very much. He has been in the army for more than a year, and he knows all the writers who have emerged recently.

"If it's the Wei Ming I know, he probably wouldn't be famous now, but I can't say for sure about the future."

"Hey, what do you mean, is this still a latent dragon?"

Liang Tian: "You used this word well, maybe it's a hidden dragon."

Then he told Feng Xiaogang the information about Wei Ming that he had heard from his mother and elder brother.

He published a novel called "Harvest" and composed a poem in seven steps. The key premise is that he is just a gatekeeper!

Hearing this, the eyes of Feng Xiaogang, a small-time scheming man, were lighting up. This is so inspiring. So as long as you have talent, no matter how humble your background is, you will not be buried, right?
Then Liang Tian asked him again: "How is the novel?"

Feng Xiaogang, who originally thought it was just generally awesome, immediately said, "It's absolutely awesome. The style is unique, the whole article is full of jokes, and it uses small details to see the big picture. Although it's about selling goods, I feel it's actually about reform and opening up."

Feng Xiaogang had a good eye. After only reading one-third of the video, he guessed Wei Ming's intention hidden in the last third.

Then he found yesterday's Wenhui Daily and gave it to Liang Tian, and the two of them sat side by side reading the newspaper.

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After half a day of training, Wei Ming basically knew what to do on patrol: as long as nothing happens, you don't have to do anything; as long as something happens, you have to take care of everything.

But there is no surveillance these days, so it’s okay to be lazy occasionally.

At noon, he went to the school store to buy a pack of cigarettes. Just as he was about to go to the staff cafeteria, he was met by Liu Zhenyun.

"Oh, you're finally back. You didn't forget to treat me to a meal, did you?"

Judging from his anxious tone, it seemed as if Wei Ming wanted to invite him to dinner.

"Remember, right now?"

"Yes, now!" The girls couldn't wait.

Just like that, Wei Ming was dragged to the school cafeteria by Liu Zhenyun. This was also the first time for Wei Ming to eat in the student cafeteria. Although he was already wealthy, Wei Ming felt that every meal he could save was worth it.

He was wearing a uniform and attracted a lot of attention as soon as he came in, and many people whispered.

“Is this the gate god of Nantianmen?”

"The great poet who wrote 'Ideal'?"

"I heard that just after returning from Shanghai, Mr. Ba designated him as the successor to the literary world..."

Although he is not a student at Peking University, Wei Ming is obviously already a well-known figure in the school.

By drawing lots, the person who invited him to dinner today was Wang Xiaoping, who was from the Chinese Department of the Class of 77, a native of Yenching University and a future famous screenwriter.

Wei Ming likes her work "Gua Sha" which shows the conflict between Eastern and Western cultures, but the one he watched the most is "The Legend of Zhen Huan". Although there is an original novel, the screenwriter deserves credit.

He watched it on TV and then on Douyin. Today, Zhen Huan fired a machine gun at the harem, tomorrow, Concubine Hua started to cultivate immortality and suppress everyone, and the day after tomorrow, the Queen learned black magic. This drama is always new no matter how many times you watch it.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaoping didn't ask him what he wanted to eat, but asked him if he could write a poem by walking seven steps.

"No, I told you, I have no inspiration, let alone poetry, I can't even fart."

I didn't expect a great poet and writer to speak so vulgarly. He is so special! Then the two of them lined up to get food. Liu Zhenyun crossed out Wang Xiaoping in his notebook.

Liu Zhenyun continued to eat simply, his 1-cent portion of pot-fried tofu and steamed buns. After Wei Ming and Wang Xiaoping got their meals, he invited them to sit at his table.

Then he swallowed his saliva. A serving of braised pork, a bowl of rice, and a four-happiness meatball!
All of this must have added up to about fifty cents, but the key point was that Wang Xiaoping didn't seem to have any grudges.

Wang Xiaoping was very curious about Wei Ming's experience of going to Shanghai to revise manuscripts. When he heard him talk about meeting Ba Lao and getting a signed copy of "New Life", he was very envious.

Liu Zhenyun only envied Wei Ming's stomach. He couldn't help but ask, "You said that these four-joy meatballs can't be pure meat, right? They should have flour added to them."

Wei Ming: "Let me try it."

He picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and said, "There's starch, tofu and eggs, but the main thing is meat."

After saying that, he ate the Four Happiness Meatballs in just a few bites, and Liu Zhenyun turned a blind eye to it.

After finishing the meal and parting with the satisfied Wang Xiaoping, Liu Zhenyun flipped through the notebook and said, "The one who invites you to dinner tonight is..."

"I'm not free tonight. I made an appointment with some people from our dormitory to go out for dinner."

"Oh, then tomorrow at noon..."

"It's not possible at noon tomorrow. I have to go out tomorrow. It's possible in the evening."

"Okay, then let's have dinner tomorrow." Liu Zhenyun carefully helped Wei Ming schedule the shifts.

"Brother Zhenyun, if you don't mind that we are all security guards tonight, you can come along. It will be more lively with more people."

"Ah? You said you want to go out to eat? Where are we going to eat?"

"It's the Long March Canteen."

Liu Zhenyun swallowed instinctively. He had never eaten meat or vegetables in the school cafeteria, let alone the Long March canteen.

Once, when he passed by the Changzheng canteen, he could smell the fragrance from outside, so he ate an extra steamed bun when he returned to school.

But he immediately refused: "I won't go there, the cost is too high."

One meal is equivalent to three days' worth of food at school.

"You don't have to spend any money. Today I'm treating you. Just bring your mouth and food coupons."

"Then you can't go." No reward without merit.

Wei Ming: "Then you just look down on security guards."

Seeing Wei Ming provoking him with these words, Liu Zhenyun had no choice but to say shyly, "In order to prove that workers and peasants are one family and that we are all class brothers, I have to go this time."

Anyway, he often went to the South Gate during this period, and became familiar with Zhao Debiao and Mei Wenhua, so there were no outsiders.

After separating from Liu Zhenyun, Wei Ming went to find his senior and prepared to start his first official patrol.

The two first came to the Yannanyuan villa area.

In the southern part of the Peking University campus, near the dining hall, there is a special area surrounded by a short wall. The terrain is slightly higher than the surrounding area and covers an area of 48 acres. 17 historical buildings made of gray bricks are located here, numbered from 50 to 66. This is Yannan Garden.

The school's top professors and scholars live here, so it is also a top priority for patrols. In the past, Wei Ming had only passed by and had never gone in.

The senior pointed to Courtyard 66 and said, "Mr. Zhu Guangqian lives here. Before that, it was Bing Xin and her family. Mr. Zhu is now years old and his health is not as good as before, but he still insists on supervising graduate students."

"No. 62 is occupied by Mr. Lin Geng, a professor of Chinese and a poet. If you meet him and introduce yourself, he will probably ask you to discuss poetry."

"No. 61 is occupied by geographer Mr. Hou Renzhi, who is also the head of the Geography Department. He has not been home recently. He has gone to Xinjiang to study the desert."

Then he pointed to Courtyard 56 and said, "This is the home of our principal, Mr. Zhou Peiyuan. He is a physicist who studies mechanics."

Wei Ming listened to him telling stories about every courtyard and every scholar with a smile. It was obvious that the senior had a deep love for Peking University and knew every courtyard like the back of his hand.

As I was talking, I heard someone shouting, "Mei Er, come down quickly~"

The senior hurriedly took Wei Ming to the outside of Courtyard 57.

"Mr. Feng, wait a minute, I'll go get the ladder!" said the senior.

I saw an old man with a white beard standing under the tree with a crutch. On the tree was a beautiful long-haired white cat. It was howling anxiously in the tree, and the sound was like a clip.

Wei Ming smiled lightly and rolled up his sleeves: "Why do we need a ladder?"

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(End of this chapter)