Author: Sitting at Jingting

Military Art is located in Weigong Village on Zhongguancun South Street in the northwest corner of Yanjing City. It is close to the Third Ring Road in later generations and more than ten kilometers away from Chaonei Street.

If Mo Yan were to take the bus by himself, it would take more than an hour at least, and he would definitely not be able to make it in time to register.

That's why Lin Weimin drove him here in person.

On the eve of the start of the military art class at the end of August, a few tables were temporarily set up under the big poplar tree on the right side of the military art gate, and several staff members of the department were setting up there.

When they saw the Crown car stop, several people looked surprised. Then when they saw Mo Yan getting out of the car, they secretly guessed the identity of this person.

Mo Yan took out his ID and admission notice, filled out various forms, and the staff gave him a key to the dormitory.

After asking the staff to open the door, Lin Weimin pulled Mo Yan into the school.

At this time, many students had returned to school, and some were new students who came to report.

The magnificent crown drove around the campus, attracting the attention of many students.

Seeing a Crown on a campus in the 1980s was even rarer than seeing a Maybach on a campus in later generations.

Feeling the students' attention all the way, including the reaction of the staff when they entered, Mo Yan's mood was very subtle.

Crown Park parked downstairs in the school dormitory. He and Lin Weimin moved their luggage down and found their own dormitory.

There are four iron beds, four brand new apricot yellow desks, and four electroplated red plastic cushion chairs in the dormitory.

Mo Yan felt a little excited. Compared with the living environment he lived in the army, this dormitory was luxurious.

While Mo Yan was packing his things, someone walked into the dormitory with a washbasin, and Lin Weimin was very happy to see it.

"Li Cunbao?"

Li Cunbao looked at Lin Weimin, a little surprised, and the two shook hands.

Li Cunbao is the author of the novel "Garland Under the Mountain". The year before last, he and Lin Weimin both won the National Outstanding Novella Award and had a close relationship.

Lin Weimin introduced Mo Yan to Li Cunbao, "Mo Yan is the author I am responsible for."

Then he said: "You guys are really hiding dragons and crouching tigers this time!"

"It's better to meet by chance than to invite. Let's have dinner together tonight!" Lin Weimin invited.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other two people in the dormitory appeared together as if they heard what he said.

One is Qian Gang, who has won the National Reportage Award, and the other is Song Xuewu, a military writer from Lin Weimin's hometown.

"Just right, let's do it together."

Lin Weimin warmly invited.

It can be said that the four people in Moyan's dormitory have all achieved good results on the path of writing. After successfully admitted to the Department of Military Arts and Literature, their future is even more unlimited.

Another crop of good leeks was wasted if not cut.

However, under Lin Weimin's warm invitation, Li Cunbao and others were unable to refuse their hospitality.

What's more, given Lin Weimin's status, a few of them were interested in making friends.

This area of ​​Weigong Village was a bit deserted. Li Cunbao and the others were still thinking about where to go out to eat, when they saw Lin Weimin opening the door of the Crown car.

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Several classmates, including Mo Yan, looked at each other and got into the car silently.

It took more than two hours to eat. It was already past nine o'clock when Lin Weimin sent Mo Yan and the other four back to the dormitory. It was already completely dark. Fortunately, Lin Weimin drove.

After Lin Weimin left, Li Cunbao couldn't help but ask: "Mo Yan, Lin...the teacher is so kind to you!"

He originally didn't want to call Lin Weimin "Teacher Lin", but when he thought about Mo Yan calling him that, he might have to call Lin Weimin by his first name, which might make Mo Yan feel uncomfortable.

Mo Yan never talked much, but when it came to the topic of Lin Weimin, he was particularly eager to participate.

"Teacher Lin is kind to everyone. He is not only kind to me, but also my benefactor!"

"benefactor?"

Several other people looked at him in surprise, not knowing where to start.

When we were having dinner just now, Lin Weimin and Mo Yan didn't talk too much about how they met. Everyone only knew that Lin Weimin sent Mo Yan to sign up this time.

Mo Yan said: "You all know the "Folk Tales" and "Transparent Carrot" I wrote, right?"

Several people nodded.

Mo Yan then told the story of his acquaintance with Lin Weimin from the beginning. After listening to it, several people were a little emotional. Qian Gang said: "This is really a gift of knowing someone!"

Li Cunbao and Song Xuewu nodded in agreement.

"No, no, Teacher Lin's kindness to me goes beyond that..." Mo Yan then talked about the twists and turns of his enrollment in the Department of Military Arts and Literature.

When everyone heard that Lin Weimin had signed up for Mo Yan, they all found the leader of the Literary and Art Association who was in charge of daily work, and their hearts were filled with envy.

At the same time, I also felt the gap between them and Lin Weimin more. It seemed that they were not only in the same car, but the level of communication was also different.

"This is really no ordinary kindness!" Several classmates sighed in unison.

Mo Yan said nothing and nodded seriously.

The four classmates, who were strangers at first, gradually became familiar with each other after a meal, and with the common topic of "Lin Weimin", they chatted in full swing in the dormitory.

When Lin Weimin's car drove into Junyi, he greeted the staff. It was already off duty when he went out at night, and there were only guards at the door.

This is different from military arts and ordinary universities. There are guards standing guard at the door.

Lin Weimin got out of the car and said hello, and the guard verified the registration information before letting him go.

Just as he was about to get in the car, he heard a voice full of surprise.

"Teacher Lin?"

Lin Weimin turned around and looked around. The first thing he saw was a pair of buck teeth in the darkness, and then he looked closer and saw a tall and thin young man.

By the light at the entrance of the Military Arts Gate, Lin Weimin looked a little familiar to the young man.

"Hey! Teacher Lin, it's really you! This is really like looking up at the Big Dipper!"

When Lin Weimin heard this sentence, he stopped mobilizing his brain cells. Being able to flatter him was so refreshing and refined that he didn't think twice among the people Lin Weimin knew.

Small steel cannon, Feng pants.

"You are..."

Lin Weimin pretended to be ignorant, and his pants at this time were indeed not famous.

"My name is Feng Xiaogang, I..."

"Comrade, please drive away without affecting normal traffic."

Feng Xiaogang's words were interrupted by the guard. Lin Weimin said sorry and quickly moved the car. As he was moving the car, Feng Xiaogang followed his car closely, with an eager light in his eyes.

Lin Weimin drove the car to a place out of the way of the school gate. Seeing Feng Xiaogang still standing outside the car waiting for him, he rolled down the window and said: "It's a coincidence today. It's so late. Wherever you go, I'll give you a ride!"

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"Hey, thank you, thank you!"

Feng Xiaogang is a person who climbs along the lines. He hurriedly thanked him for getting in the car. After getting in the car, he looked left and right, "Your car is really nice!"

It was dark in the carriage at night, and there was actually nothing visible.

The young man is young and doesn't say a word of truth. No wonder you can get ahead.

Lin Weimin chatted with Feng Xiaogang while driving. He seemed extremely approachable, which made Feng Xiaogang a little excited.

While chatting all the way, Feng Xiaogang told Lin Weimin everything he knew.

He just returned from the army at the beginning of this year and was assigned to the Publicity Section of the Xizhimen Grain Warehouse. Just by the name of this place, you can tell how pitiful it is.

When Comrade Gein Pants was in the army, he provoked the daughter of an old comrade. As a result, they didn't take a fancy to him at all, but only used him as a shield.

The final result was that Comrade Pants received no benefits at all, and suffered no less from the anger of the old comrades. All other comrades were assigned to the public security and judicial fronts, but he became the "Xiliang Prefect".

I was pretty stubborn and chose to refuse the job. After I came back, I asked people to find jobs. Every day when I had nothing to do, I hung out with my childhood friends and comrades to pass the time.

Just messing around like this, time passed by like this.

Comrade Pants' mood gradually became uneasy. He didn't know how long this kind of life would last.

Today, he was invited by his comrades to go to a party at someone's house. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he saw several flower-like female soldiers. When he was introduced, they turned out to be in military arts.

Only then did he realize that today was the intimate party.

Comrade Pants was also assigned a female soldier comrade. After the dance, he volunteered to send the female soldier comrade back to school.

"Otherwise, it's all fate. If I hadn't gone to my comrade's party today and sent that female soldier back to her military training, I would have bumped into you, the Big Dipper!"

Lin Weimin asked with a smile: "The limelight has just passed, how dare you have a dance party?"

"Hey, I didn't know about it until I went there. If you had told me in advance, I would never have dared to go."

When the car arrived near the Huayuan Bridge, Feng Xiaogang said, "Teacher Lin, just drop me off at the intersection of Sanlihe Road. My family lives in Sanlihe District 3."

"It's not that far away. It saves you a lot of trouble."
To be continued...