Exciting 1979!

Chapter 47 Liu Rulong

These people didn't care where Wei Ming came from or where he was going, but asked all of them at once.

“Can I take a picture of you?”

"It's free."

"Just think of it as a favor, buddy."

Gu Changwei squeezed to the front with the advantage of being young and short, and was the first to grab Wei Ming's arm.

However, Wei Ming took a step back with dignity and pointed at the old farmer-looking guy behind the crowd.

"Let him take the picture for me."

Everyone looked at Zhang Yimou behind him. Zhang Yimou didn't expect that this person would choose him.

They were puzzled as to why it was him.

Wei Ming: "He is older and looks more experienced."

Hearing this, Zhang Yimou immediately showed his signature smile, with wrinkles all over his face. At that time, he was 29 years old, just in his sophomore year, married and had no children, but he had wrinkles.

After hearing Wei Ming's decision, Gu Changwei ran away. He wanted to find Zhou Lijing from the Acting Department, whose face also told a story.

Because the assignment models cannot be repeated, it is better to act first. If you go too late, you can only find Zhang Tielin.

Zhang Yimou actually doesn't care about models. He is the most skilled photographer in the class, and he can also take good photos of ordinary people.

If he didn't have this ability, he wouldn't have been able to go from being an auditor to a regular student, and he was the only one in the class who didn't take the college entrance examination.

"We are from the photography department and are taking photos of our homework," Zhang Yimou first explained what they were doing, then asked, "My name is Zhang Yimou, what's your name, classmate?"

"Wei Ming, Ming tomorrow," Wei Ming asked, "can you give me a copy of the photos you took?"

Wei Ming knows a little about photography, and can make Professor Qu and Sister Chen marvel at it, but compared with this person, he is just at the level of an elementary school student.

Zhang Yimou readily agreed: "Okay, I'll wash an extra portion then."

Zhang Yimou took Wei Ming to a willow tree in the school. Wei Ming asked, "Should we shoot under the tree or on top of the tree?"

Zhang Yimou: "Why climb a tree? Just lean against it."

Wei Ming: "I've gotten used to climbing trees lately."

Zhang Yimou asked Wei Ming to adjust his posture and expression: "It would be better if you had a book with your temperament." Unfortunately, he didn't have any.

"If you only pat my head and neck, I can pretend I'm reading a book."

"A performance without props, all right, all right," Zhang Yimou took a photo, very satisfied, "You have a strong sense of conviction, you are not from our school, right?"

Wei Ming: “No.”

He said no, and Zhang Yimou didn't ask any further questions.

"Can I take one more set of photos?" He had a good feeling for Wei Ming.

"alright."

"Next, I want you to pretend that you have a knife in your hand and carve the name of the girl who abandoned you on the tree." Zhang Yimou arranged a topic for the composition, which was getting more intense.

After all, Wei Ming has been in the People's Art Theatre for so many years. Although he has not become an actor, it is still a piece of cake for him. Moreover, he is experienced and has experienced being abandoned when he was in his thirties.

"Oh, not bad, very good, very good!" Zhang Yimou only framed his profile above the shoulders, but his eyes and the muscles on his face were very dramatic, better than the previous one.

In order to prevent him from filming a third group, Wei Ming quickly asked: "By the way, I'm here to look for someone. Do you know someone named Liu Rulong?"

"do not know."

"Then do you know where the animation class of the Art Department is held?"

"I know, but all the students from the art department went to see the exhibition today."

"Ah, to see an exhibition?"

"Yes, it's the National Art Exhibition for the 30th Anniversary of the Founding of the People's Republic of China, at the National Art Museum of China. It seems to have just started, so I guess it's not the same route as you." "Thank you, Lao Zhang. Just give the photo to Liu Rulong later." After saying that, Wei Ming prepared to make another trip.

Zhang Yimou didn't think about continuing to shoot. Film costs money, and developing the film costs money. He is also short of money. Now he depends on his wife's salary at home, so he can save as much as he can.

However, what Wei Ming never expected was that just as he rode to the door, he saw a big boy with a slightly round figure, medium height, and who walked with his feet turned inward, pushing a bike back.

"Aaron?"

Liu Rulong was stunned for a moment, looking up with eyes wide open: "A Ming!"

Aaron met Ah Ming on a starless morning. The two were very happy at the school gate, but they were both pushing bikes and couldn't get close to each other, so they stopped the bikes and started chatting with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"When are you coming to Beijing?!" Liu Rulong spoke excitedly in Cantonese.

"I came to college when you did," Wei Ming said with a smile, "My uncle found a class for me at Peking University."

"Ah, so you're not going to take the exam?"

Wei Ming: "I won't take the exam anymore. I've found another way to live."

In fact, what Liu Rulong was most worried about was that his good brother would be completely defeated after three failures in the college entrance examinations and would never recover from that.

Since he has found another way to live, Liu Rulong is happy for him.

"By the way, I heard that your department went to see the exhibition. Why are you back?"

Liu Rulong sighed: "Look, the tire is punctured. Luckily, I didn't ride far. There was an old man repairing bicycles outside the school, but he didn't go out to work today."

Wei Ming took a look and saw that it was a brand new Phoenix bicycle, which was probably much more expensive than Mei Wenhua’s Fei Ge bicycle.

“Is this exhibition important?”

"The National Art Exhibition for the 30th Anniversary of the Founding of the People's Republic of China is, of course, very important. It is the first time that such a large-scale art exhibition has been held since Buzz Buzz," Liu Rulong said, "But it doesn't matter. It's not going to close tomorrow. I'll accompany you today."

Wei Ming smiled and said, "It doesn't matter where you stay. Let's go. Get in the car. I'll take you there."

"Oh, your car is pretty good."

"colleague's."

After getting on the car and going out, Liu Rulong looked at his wrist and said, "Let's take turns riding. It's exactly 10 o'clock now. Let's have a meal first and then visit the exhibition."

Wei Ming glanced sideways and almost exclaimed "Fuck!"

If I remember correctly, the watch on Liu Rulong's hand should be a Rado Swiss radar watch!
It was the billboard he saw in Shanghai, and it was also the first product to be advertised on domestic television. Wei Ming recognized it at a glance because of its shape, which was very different from domestic watches.

This all-gold watch is said to “never wear out”, and since it’s a foreign product, it can be sold for around one thousand yuan, which is several times more than the top domestic watch, the Shanghai brand!
"Aaron, where did you get the watch ticket?"

"Oh, you mean this watch? My dad gave it to me after I was admitted to university."

"What about your bike?"

"Oh, I did buy it, but I didn't use a ticket. My dad sent me money in Hong Kong dollars, and then I exchanged it for overseas remittance coupons and bought it at the Overseas Chinese Store."

Wei Ming knew that his father had faked a divorce in order to protect them and his daughter. Later, they gave birth to a younger sister for A Long in Hong Kong. However, he did not expect that Long's father had become so powerful at this time.

Wei Ming, who originally wanted to help Aaron earn some pocket money from Children's Literature, felt a little embarrassed to mention it.

At this time, there was a slope ahead and Wei Ming had some difficulty riding.

"How about I walk a distance?" Liu Rulong was a little embarrassed. He was 10 centimeters shorter than Wei Ming, but their weight was similar.

Wei Ming insisted: "Don't worry, just sit tight!"

Then Wei Ming stood up and started kicking, and sparks were about to come out.

~
At the south gate of Peking University, Mei Wenhua did not serve as a volunteer today. Instead, he was sitting on duty at the gate. His heart was pounding. He had a bad feeling, as if something was breaking.

Just then, a phone call came.

Mei Wenhua: "Hello, this is the South Gate of Yenching University. What? What! Okay, okay, we'll go over there right away..."

(End of this chapter)