The young man's expression was a little surprised, and then he said: "Hello, Teacher Lin, I am Ma Yuan."

"It's all your fault for this bad idea. I'm so stressed out right now. I'm afraid that some manuscript will be lost and disappear!"

"It's not expensive, more than two thousand yuan..."

He put his head next to Lin Weimin's ear and said loudly: "Very good!"

"Sit tight!"

Only now did Shi Tiesheng understand the real purpose of Lin Weimin taking him for a ride. A warm current surged through his heart and his eyes were hot.

"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!" Lin Weimin stood at the door of the courtyard and shouted loudly.

Shi's father and Shi Lan, who were waiting at the entrance of the hospital, rushed to pick up Shi Tiesheng. Lin Weimin opened his belt, carried Shi Tiesheng into the wheelchair, touched his legs, and said with a smile: "It's still warm!"

This is the issue that everyone is most concerned about. Everyone looked at Lin Weimin eagerly.

"If it works, I'll give it to you!"

Shi Tiesheng said excitedly: "My legs are disabled, but my hands are not disabled."

"Yamaha, the brand of Nihong."

After all these years, although he has always been broad-minded, open-minded, and insightful, he has always been a little unwilling.

Lin Weimin threw his leather jacket and leather pants to Shi Lan and said, "This will be my shirt when I take you for a ride from now on."

Lin Weimin said: "Ah, it's more convenient to ride a motorcycle."

Lin Weimin bought a motorcycle, and a side effect was that the proportion of Chinese Literature Society employees doing part-time writing increased significantly.

Lin Weimin pushed Shi Tiesheng's wheelchair and shouted: "Let's go, let's hurry, it's too cold, I'll freeze it for now, let my uncle make dumplings for me tonight."

Um?

Ma Yuan was stunned, what do you mean?

Did I say that Hawthorne is the greatest writer in the world?

He has forgotten how many years he has been disabled. He cannot move his legs. He is like a rotten tree, which can only take root in a wheelchair every day.

"No!"

Shi Tiesheng asked in surprise: "Weimin, have you bought a motorcycle?"

It's winter, and Shi Tiesheng's legs have poor blood flow and are afraid of the cold.

The official release of the first issue of "Contemporary" this year gave writers a surprise. In the preface of this issue, Qin Chaoyang promised the writers in the name of editor-in-chief that in the new year, "Contemporary"

Manuscripts will be returned to writers after their work is published.

Ma Yuan was stunned again and searched through his memories but found no impression.

"How much did it cost?"

Ma Yuan's confidence stagnated and he entered the office silently. He first looked around inside.

"Contemporary" has a large number of readers all over the country. The number of authors is definitely not as large as the readers, but the influence they bring to "Contemporary" is the same.

The roar of the motorcycle sounded, and the children who had been watching in the yard shouted excitedly. Not only the children, but also many adults stood at the door to watch what was going on.

"Then why is it missing?"

But what follows is an increase in workload.

After a long time of effort, Lin Weimin and Shi Lan dressed Shi Tiesheng neatly. Lin Weimin first carried him into the car, then rode on the motorcycle, and tied the two together with a belt.

Ma Yuan was immediately ashamed and wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground right then and there.

He has really read two thousand novels, but he has really never heard of the two works Lin Weimin mentioned. Are they very famous?

Ma Yuan was too embarrassed to ask, because he was afraid that if he did, he would be really embarrassed if someone introduced him to him.

Lin Weimin observed the changes in Ma Yuan's expression and felt very satisfied.

You're right if you haven't seen it.

The two books he asked about, one was a little-known work by Edgar Allan Poe, the originator of mystery novels, and the other was a science fiction novel that was despised in China. Given the nature of literary young people like them, Ma Yuaneng could not read the works before.

Strange.
Chapter completed!