Writer 1978: I Need to Give the Literary World a Lesson

Chapter 82 Zhu Lin's Thoughtful Gift

At 5:30 p.m., Liu Yimin rode his bicycle toward the Chinese Academy of Medical Sciences and immediately saw Zhu Lin and Chu Hong standing at the entrance. The two were so cold that they kept stamping their feet, rubbing their hands, and pulling their ears.

"Comrade Liu Yimin, over here!" Zhu Lin waved to Liu Yimin.

After Liu Yimin pushed his bicycle over, Zhu Lin glanced at Chu Hong and said apologetically, "Comrade Liu Yimin, I misspoke when I left last time. It was actually a party we were hosting with Xiehe, not a dance."

"I know, if it were true, I wouldn't dare to come!" Liu Yimin said with a smile.

Chu Hong glanced at Zhu Lin and said as she led the way, "Last time, Zhu Lin forgot to tell us which gate to wait for you at, so our dormitory split into four groups to wait for you separately. We two were lucky enough to find you here."

Zhu Lin quickly said, "It's all my fault. I didn't explain anything clearly when I got back that night."

"Comrade Zhu Lin, don't keep apologizing. Everything's fine now, nothing's been delayed," Liu Yimin said casually, glancing at Zhu Lin.

Chu Hong said, "Today, our dormitory is going to recite your latest poem, 'Ideal,' together. The sun is shining brightly, and the weather is fine on the road!"

"It's a pity it's nighttime now, there's no sun!"

The three of them then gathered the remaining people together, and the group, chatting and laughing, rode towards the classroom where the party would be held. The National Academy of Medical Sciences and Peking Union Medical College were a unified institution; the Academy was a research-oriented organization, and students from both frequently held joint parties.

Zhu Lin and the others led Liu Yimin inside. Upon seeing Liu Yimin, enthusiastic applause erupted in the classroom.

"You really managed to invite Comrade Liu Yimin here!"

Chu Hong, standing at the front, spoke loudly and like an older sister, "Comrade Liu Yimin has joined our party! A warm welcome!"

Liu Yimin glanced at Zhu Lin, who was moving closer. Today she was wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket, carrying a red checkered cloth bag, with a pink scarf tied around her neck and a red hair tie.

Looking around, you see that most of the people inside are girls. If you didn't know better, you'd think Liu Yimin had really come to a land of women.

A group of people pushed Liu Yimin up to give a brief speech, and then the party officially began, with poetry recitations interspersed with patriotic songs.

There are other songs like "Jiaocheng Mountain," which is adapted from a folk tune from Shanxi Province, and "Toast Song."

The aroma of fine wine fills the air, and songs soar through the sky.

My friend, let's have a drink!

Please have a drink.

The singing was enthusiastic, and Liu Yimin was constantly signing autographs below, with notebooks being passed around to him every now and then for his signature.

Finally, it was Zhu Lin's turn to recite "Ideal." Zhu Lin, a former dancer, had even designed several movements specifically for the occasion. She danced gracefully to the accompaniment of the recitation.

Liu Yimin exclaimed, "This is the life a human being should live!"

Just as I was listening intently, a female student next to me leaned over and asked, "Comrade Liu Yimin, when will you publish a collection of poems?"

"A collection of poems?" Liu Yimin was taken aback. He had never really thought about publishing a collection of poems, especially since he hadn't published many poems in the Poetry Journal.

"I've only written a few poems; I'm not at the point of publishing a collection yet!"

"Comrade Liu Yimin, you are too modest. Not all the poems in your poetry collection have been published before. You must have many more that can be published together. I believe that the poems published in 'Poetry Journal' are your best, but the others are certainly good as well. Look at 'Today,' there are many ordinary ones. My classmates and I are all looking forward to your poetry collection!"

"Classmate, I haven't written much, and I'm definitely far from publishing a collection of poems."

"Comrade Liu Yimin values ​​quality over quantity," someone chimed in.

After speaking, he looked at Liu Yimin, who nodded, confirming that his classmate had guessed correctly.

When the music ended and the crowd dispersed, Liu Yimin took out his watch from his pocket; it was already around 8:30. It was too cold in winter, so he always kept his watch in his pocket.

"Goodbye, Comrade Liu Yimin!" "Goodbye, comrades!" Liu Yimin waved goodbye to everyone as he walked away, saying, "The female comrades from your medical school are so warm and welcoming."

“We’ve wanted to invite you for a long time, but we haven’t been able to get in touch with you,” Chu Hong explained.

"I never expected literature to have such a vibrant life force in medical school. We should exchange ideas more often in the future!"

As Liu Yimin left the medical school, she remembered that Zhu Lin seemed to have stuffed something into her handbag. Supporting herself on her bicycle, she took advantage of the streetlights to rummage through the bag and retrieve the item.

Looking at the woven object in his hand, Liu Yimin fell into deep thought. What was this thing for? It wasn't a hat, and if it were, it would be too shallow.

But it's not a hat, so it can't be anything else.

After sitting on the bicycle for a while and just as I was about to ride off, I felt a cold sensation on my bottom. On a whim, I jumped off the bicycle and put something that looked like a hat on the bicycle seat!

Hey, that's perfect, it's like a hat made for a bicycle seat.

This is a good solution because bicycle seats get cold in winter!

After pedaling my bicycle for more than an hour, sweating profusely, I finally made it back to Yenching University. As I entered the campus from the south gate, I faintly heard someone say something.

"Let's go, it seems Liu Yimin isn't coming today!"

"De Ning, I suspect Liu Yimin might be avoiding us?"

"I don't think so!"

Back in his dormitory, he realized it wasn't a hallucination, but rather the legendary Comrade Zhou Yanru, whom he had always heard of but never met.

The group of people who were discussing Cao Yu's book review of "Mr. Donkey" immediately stopped their discussion, leaned over, and asked with a smile:

"How was the dance?"

"It wasn't a dance party, it was a social gathering. That lady misspoke in her excitement." Liu Yimin returned to his dormitory and quickly poured himself some hot water from the thermos to soak his feet.

I worked up a sweat cycling, and soon after returning to the dormitory, I started to feel cold. I soaked my feet and went straight to bed, ready for a good night's sleep.

"Old Cao's book review is excellent. It's much more insightful than ours, far superior to other book reviews, and its art theory is on a whole new level. Yimin, shouldn't you be excited that Old Cao wrote a book review for you?" Liu Zhenyun looked puzzled. If he could get some guidance from Old Cao, he would be so excited that he would jump off the dormitory building.

"Today is the 5th, and I wrote it on the 1st. I can't stay excited forever!"

Li Xueqin interjected, "That's true. It's mainly because people have seen so much of this that they find it commonplace!"

What makes Cao Lao's book review so good is that it was written by Cao Yu.

The next morning, Liu Yimin groggily felt someone pushing him. He turned over and mumbled in his sleep, "Stop it, Your Majesty..."

A burst of laughter reached his ears, followed by a cold touch from the blankets, and Liu Yimin woke up instantly.

He tugged at his messy hair, opened his sleepy eyes, and saw a weathered face in front of him. Instantly, all sleepiness vanished: "Professor Yang!"

"Dreaming?" Yang Hui said sarcastically, his hands behind his back and his face upturned.

The other three people in the dormitory covered their mouths to stifle their laughter, while Liu Zhenyun's shoulders shrugged the most.

"Get up! Let me introduce you. This is Lan Tianye, a director from the Beijing People's Art Theatre!"

Wearing a blue cotton-padded coat with a trench coat over it and a long black scarf, Lan Tianye smiled and extended his hand to him: "Hello, Comrade Liu Yimin!"

"Get dressed, we'll wait for you downstairs!"

(End of this chapter)