1980 My literary era

At eight o'clock in the morning, the smoke of fireworks in the cafeteria that also serves as a classroom has not yet dissipated, and the first class of the fifth period of the Institute of Literature and Literature has begun.

The lecturer of "Prehistoric National Culture" is Mr. Pei Wenzhong, a domestic prehistoric archaeologist and paleontologist, a member of the Academy of Sciences, and a researcher at the Institute of Vertebrate Paleontology and Paleoanthropology of the Academy of Sciences.

The old gentleman is seventy-eight years old this year and has been retired for many years. It is not easy for him to come to teach students as entrusted by the Institute of Literary Studies.

To put it simply, Mr. Pei's course is an advanced version of the first volume of the junior high school history textbook. Lin Weimin knew for the first time that writing these days requires learning about prehistoric culture.

Are they all so curly?

He fell asleep repeatedly in class and couldn't help but want to have a heart-to-heart talk with Duke Zhou.

"Jingle bell," the bell after class was very traditional, just like the mechanical bell used in school when he was a child. Lin Weimin stretched his arms.

He noticed the look in Qu Xiaowei's eyes next to him, "Look at me | What are you doing?"

"Keep it up!"

Lin Weimin quickly reached out to wipe the corners of his mouth, but found that there was none. He immediately realized that he had been cheated.

"What the hell..."

"You, you, you, you pretend to be our old Yanjing, you can't kill you when you go out!" Qu Xiaowei retorted.

This guy helped Lin Weimin smooth things over yesterday, and it's so swollen.

After joking for a while, Qu Xiaowei said seriously: "I said you are really good. Such a good and authoritative teacher is teaching us up there, and you can actually sleep?"

Although Qu Xiaowei has the attribute of being a big grudge, he is still very serious in his studies.

In fact, Lin Weimin is also very distressed. He vowed to perform well last night, but the problem is that he has been a bad student since he was a child. It is too difficult for him to sit quietly in class and listen to lectures. Difficult.

"I don't want to either, but Mr. Zhou is really worried about my sleep quality and insists on letting me catch up on my sleep."

"cut!"

Qu Xiaowei was disdainful. This boy was indeed ignorant.

Lin Weimin ignored Qu Xiaowei and took advantage of the time after class to open the notes of his classmates one by one.

He sadly discovered that he seemed to be the only bad student in the entire class.

Brothers and sisters are all in their thirties and forties, do you want to work so hard? Give young people a way to survive.

No one heard Lin Weimin's inner wail. Many people were still discussing the content of the class just now. Seeing their enthusiasm for learning, Lin Weimin actually felt a little ashamed.

The twenty-minute break between classes passed quickly. The classes in the Institute of Literary Studies were big classes, one and a half hours each, and they were taught intensively. One course basically lasted a few days, and there were no other classes in between.

The main reason for this is that lecturers' time is precious and it is impossible to take time to attend classes every day. They can only arrange intensive courses over a few days. They spare a few days from their busy schedules to teach everyone.

This morning, Lin Weimin was extremely stimulated. Everyone was laughing and joking a few days ago and didn't realize it. Today, it seems that these students are not ordinary people!

What can be done?

Learn!

Lin Weimin's thighs turned purple and he finally didn't fall asleep this morning.

He encouraged himself in his heart, yes, it was a good start.

There are still ten minutes until lunch, and everyone has to put away their desks and chairs after class.

The cafeteria is not only used by the Institute of Literature and Art, but also by the cadres and students of School D.

Class continued in the afternoon, and Lin Weimin's performance was a little better than in the morning.

Probably because of the atmosphere, the students around him were very serious about listening to the lectures at such an age. In this environment, it was easier for Lin Weimin to listen to the lectures as long as he overcame the drowsy habit of a scumbag student.

At the end of the day's class, inviting famous experts to the class was not for nothing. Even Lin Weimin, a poor student, felt that he had benefited a lot.

After dinner in the evening, many students rested for a while and then stayed in the cafeteria to write. The place is very spacious.

The students dispersed inside one by one, making the canteen, which had a strong smell of food in the air, feel bookish.

Lin Weimin couldn't sit still, so he followed the crowd and stayed in the cafeteria for a while before getting up and walking in the courtyard.

The campus of D school is full of bungalows, and there is nothing to wander around. But Lin Weimin found a good place. It was a small conference room on the other side of the yard.

The area was not large, with a long table in the middle and chairs surrounding it. He decisively moved his books, paper, and pens here.

Qu Xiaowei noticed Lin Weimin's movements, followed him, then turned back to the canteen to promote.

"We found a good place for the people, go quickly." He picked up the things and left.

This is probably the nature of people's herd behavior. When everything is still unclear, as long as there are pioneers, everyone will always flock to it.

Many people were curious about the good place Qu Xiaowei mentioned and followed him.

After going there, some people returned to the canteen.

The canteen is large and the meeting room is small; the canteen is open and the meeting room is hidden; the canteen is popular and the meeting room is quiet.

Turnip greens, all have love.

Therefore, Comrade Lin Weimin is a quiet and profound person at heart.

Qu Xiaowei has a fiery personality and came to the conference room just to be fresh. He ran back to the cafeteria in less than five minutes.

On the contrary, several female classmates in the class and older classmates like Lao Qiao stayed in the conference room.

The atmosphere in the small conference room was quiet, and the rustling sound of the pen tip across the manuscript paper was particularly clear.

He didn't know how long he had been writing. Lin Weimin raised his head and wanted to move around. He looked up and saw Huang Anyi sitting opposite him, writing furiously with his head down.

For a moment, Lin Weimin suddenly fell in love with this feeling, which was a bit like what the ancients often said about red sleeves adding fragrance.

Of course, sister An Yi will definitely not add fragrance to Lin Weimin. At best, she will give him a shy smile.

Lin Weimin's actions attracted the attention of others. Everyone wrote at their desks for more than an hour. Several people could no longer sit still and got up to move.

Tang Kangmei stood up and passed Lin Weimin's seat, glanced at it, and asked casually: "What are you writing for Weimin?"

"Nothing, just write a story about a spy." Lin Weimin replied casually.

This description is unattractive. In Tang Kangmei's impression, this kind of story belongs to official literature and is incompatible with the trends of recent years.

"Why did you want to write such a story?"

She asked without reading Lin Weimin's words.

Of course, Lin Weimin couldn't say that I wrote it based on the film and television works, so he made it up: "I saw the manuscript of "An Embroidered Shoe" before. In the past two days, I suddenly became interested and wanted to write such a story."

"That's it!"

Tang Kangmei responded and turned to other topics.

Lin Weimin looked at the time getting late, picked up his things and returned to the dormitory, saying nothing all night.