Exciting 1979!

Chapter 85 Good News and Big News (710 first order required)
"Sister Xue, are you waiting for me?" Wei Ming stopped the car in front of Gong Xing and stretched out his long legs in that direction.

Gong Xing arrived earlier and wanted to wait for Wei Ming to go in together.

But when I really saw Wei Ming, I didn't feel so cheerful.

Because she had already seen the profile of Wei Ming in Yenching Literature and Art.

Wei Ming, 18 years old.

He is so small!

Gong Xing thought that the two of them might only be four or five years apart in age. After all, although Wei Ming had a young face, he was not rash and was very calm in his conduct. Who would have thought that he was eight years younger than him!

He might even be wearing open-crotch pants when he cut in line!
Hearing Wei Ming call her "Sister Xue", Gong Xing pouted: "Don't call me Sister Xue, call me Aunt Xue instead."

"Okay, Aunt Xue."

Gong Xing: “…”

Her blood pressure rose on the spot. This brat is so annoying!

Wei Ming parked the car, chased after her and walked in side by side with her.

Fengze Garden is known as one of the eight great gardens in Yanjing. It is a well-known time-honored brand of Shandong cuisine. It had changed its name twice before and recently restored its original name.

This place has also hosted many banquets for foreign guests, and the consumption is naturally not low. The Li family chose to entertain guests here, which shows their sincerity.

"By the way, what have you been busy with recently?"

Wei Ming responded with a smile, and Gong Xing had to respond in a gentle voice: "I am performing in a play, and I recently went to Northeast China to give a consolation performance."

"Wow, is it snowing in the Northeast now? Is it cold?"

Gong Xing: "It was cold in Shenyang when we went there, but it hadn't snowed yet. I heard that it was already snowing in Nagada, Heilongjiang."

Wei Ming was amused. He suddenly remembered something: "Judging from your name, you must have been born when it snowed. Is the day coming soon?"

Little brat, why are you asking this? Gong Xing didn't say anything, but just replied: "It's still too early."

When I went up to the second floor, I saw the little girl's mother.

She apologized, "I was just about to go downstairs to see if you guys had arrived. I didn't expect you to come so early. How rude."

"Where."

As soon as she entered the door, the little girl started calling her godmother.

Gong Xing picked her up and kissed her affectionately. The girl's mother also told her to "call someone."

The little girl glanced at Wei Ming and said, "Hello, brother."

Wei Ming said sternly, "I've told you so many times to call me uncle."

Hearing this, Gong Xing's heart moved slightly.

The little girl looked bitter. Why did I remember asking him to call me brother? Who modified my memory?

Finally, the girl was forced to change her words and call him "Uncle", and Gong Xing laughed a lot more for some unknown reason.

Although it is one of the eight major gardens, it has undergone socialist transformation after all. There are no famous dishes such as braised sea cucumber with scallions. Considering that there were ladies present, we did not order the nine-turn large intestine, which was a pity.

However, the dishes such as dry-fried meatballs, crystal pork elbow, and stir-fried three kinds of food are still very good. They show more craftsmanship than what Wei Ming ate later. It can be seen at a glance that they were made by a master chef.

Before the show ended, Wei Ming suggested taking a few group photos with his newly bought camera. The most meaningful one was taken by the girl's father, which was a photo of Wei Ming, Gong Xing and the little girl.

At the same time, he also received two addresses, which he would mail out when the time came.

After leaving the restaurant, Wei Ming asked Gong Xing: "Sister Xue, why are you here?"

This time she didn’t say anything like Auntie Xue or something like that: “Oh, the bus.”

"Is it the station around the corner ahead? I'll take you there."

"Yes, Xiaoxue, let Xiao Wei take you there." Others also suggested this.

So Gong Xing got on Wei Ming's car. It was such an honor to ride in this old and broken car as both Gong Xing in the south and Zhu Lin in the north had ridden in it. Wei Ming felt that if this car was auctioned in the future, its value would at least double.

After a moment of silence, Wei Ming asked first: "What do you think of my car?"

Huh? Gong Xing was stunned. Oh, you are asking about the car. I thought you were asking about the person.

"Well, it's quite solid," she praised.

Wei Ming turned around and said, "I'm asking about my car."

Gong Xing gave him a light tap: "I'm talking about the car."

I didn't touch him at all! But the blow was really strong~
Wei Ming laughed: "This is a second-hand car I bought for 40 yuan. I think I got a good deal. Why don't you buy one?"

"I don't go out much." She smoothed her hair that was messed up by the wind.

“Do you feel that this city is very strange?”

"Well, a little bit."

Wei Ming analyzed: "Maybe it's mainly because you don't have any relatives or friends, so you feel lonely. We are friends now, and your goddaughter is half your relative. You can actually go out more often in the future. Peking University and the nearby Summer Palace have nice scenery."

Wei Ming's words made Gong Xing feel warm in her heart. She said "hmm" softly, and then realized: "Ah, it's over. Go back, go back."

"Oh, I was just busy talking. Let's go to the next station. It's the same anyway."

A few minutes later, Gong Xing got into the car under Wei Ming's watch. After the car drove away, she leaned over the window to look behind and found that Wei Ming had turned around and left.

Gong Xing thought about what Wei Ming had just said. Either they should really get along as friends, otherwise he would be too lonely in this city.

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Back in the dormitory, Wei Ming's camera sparked a heated discussion among his roommates. Biaozi asked, "Haven't we ever taken a group photo?"

Mei Wenhua suggested: "How about one?"

Wei Ming said: "The basement is a bit dark, let's wait until tomorrow and go up there to shoot tomorrow."

Some of my colleagues knew how to use a camera, so the four of us took a group photo for the first time, with the South Gate of Peking University as the background.

As for developing photos, Wei Ming was not good at it, as he later became accustomed to digital cameras, but he could learn. After all, photos could only be developed for many years to come.

If you don’t know how to do it, you won’t be able to take precious photos that are not suitable for outsiders to see, so this skill must be mastered.

Peking University has its own school magazine, which has people who are specifically responsible for taking photos, and naturally it also has its own darkroom.

After Erniu became popular in the literary world, Wei Ming once accepted a written interview for the school magazine. He was familiar with their people, so he easily obtained the qualification to enter and exit the darkroom and had special guidance.

"No, Writer Wei, you have a child?!"

The person in charge of guiding Wei Ming is Yang Hao, the photographer of the school magazine. He is particularly good at portrait photography and can capture the most photographic moments for the leader.

When he saw the photos of Wei Ming, Gong Xing and the little girl, he exclaimed, it was not that he had never seen the world, it was just that his sister-in-law was so pretty.

Wei Ming: "Teacher Yang, I am eighteen years old and this child is three years old. What do you think?"

Yang Hao scratched his head embarrassedly: "Sorry, I heard that people in the countryside get married early."

"This is the kidnapped child I rescued on the train," Wei Ming said, "Print a few more of this one."

After learning how to develop photos for a few days, Wei Ming mailed the letters and took back the group photos with his roommates, one for each person.

Mei Wenhua liked you more and more: "I feel like you guys are my bodyguards!"

In order to make the composition look good, he let the shortest Mei Wenhua stand in the middle, which makes him feel proud.

Biaozi put away the photos but felt heavy-hearted: "Brother Ming, does taking this photo mean that you are leaving soon?"

It turned out that he felt that Wei Ming was already such a famous writer, and he might want to leave and seek better opportunities elsewhere.

Wei Ming laughed out loud: "Where can I go? I haven't even got a Beijing hukou yet."

Mei Wenhua: "Do you understand? Once you get your household registration, you can leave."

Wei Ming clamped his head with his increasingly strong biceps: "Xiao Mei, you should come with me. It's time to go to work."

Today Wei Ming was in the same class as Biaozi and Xiaomei. While they were on patrol, they were called over to help set up the scene.

It turns out that tomorrow is the 90th anniversary of Comrade Li Dazhao's birth. A memorial meeting will be held in the auditorium of the office building tomorrow, and there will also be an exhibition on Comrade Li Dazhao's glorious life in the library.

He has a deep connection with Peking University.

In November 1917, Mr. Shouchang was hired by Peking University. In January 11, he became the director of the Peking University Library. Half a year later, a new librarian was deeply influenced by him.

At the same time, Mr. Shouchang also guided progressive societies and participated in progressive movements. He was the first person in Peking University and the whole country to systematically spread Marxism-Leninism.

While moving and organizing these exhibition materials, Wei Ming was also studying this period of modern history, which might be useful in his future work about the Wei brothers.

Hearing that Mr. Shouchang's son, President Li, would also be coming, Wei Ming and the other two worked two hours overtime in order not to delay their work.

At the event the next day, Wei Ming saw Yang Hao taking pictures, so he also took two pictures with his camera. Afterwards, the two met in the darkroom and competed to see who took better pictures.

When they were on patrol at night, as soon as they arrived at the boys' dormitory, they heard warm cheers coming from the TV room.

Wei Ming and Biaozi rushed over following the sound: What happened, what happened, did the men’s football team win?

The young poet Luo Yihe, who was born in 79 and was known to Wei Ming, happened to be in the TV room.

He explained: "Comrade Wei Ming, our legitimate seats in the Olympic Committee have been restored!"

The TV was showing the news broadcast, which had just broadcast a piece of hot news.

During the day, at the International Olympic Committee Executive Committee meeting in Nagoya, Japan, a resolution was passed with an overwhelming majority of 62 votes in favor, 17 votes against, 1 invalid vote and 1 abstention to restore the legal seat of the Chinese Olympic Committee.

In other words, in principle, China will be able to participate in the Olympic Games next year.

Biaozi looked puzzled. The term Olympic Games is still unfamiliar to most Chinese people today, but the knowledgeable Peking University students understand its meaning.

The significance of sports is too important for a nation that is in urgent need of rising. At least everyone has heard of ping-pong diplomacy.

When I got back to the dormitory after work, even Mei Wenhua knew about this. He even bought a pair of rackets and asked Wei Ming and Biaozi to play table tennis tomorrow.

"Maybe we can also win gold and silver medals in the Olympics!" Mei Wenhua talked in his sleep.

"Xiaomei, table tennis is not an Olympic event." Wei Ming shattered his dream.

However, after writing for several days in a row, Wei Ming still dragged Mei Wenhua to play a few games of table tennis the next day. The rackets cannot be bought for nothing.

As an old man from Chaoyang, Wei Ming's table tennis skills can basically reach the level of foreign champion players, which made Mei Wenhua completely lose interest in table tennis.

In addition to the good news about the Olympics yesterday, there was another big news in the international arena today. Brother Feng, who is a military man, heard about it from somewhere.

"That old Pu from Korea was killed by his men..."

(End of this chapter)