"If you miss him, give him a call. Now that you have a reason to ask for leave, you will probably be able to see him in a few days."

Shi Tiesheng was amused by him, "You have figured out this kid's temperament."

"It's really not easy to see each other after this separation." Lin Weimin said with emotion.

"Yes, but every time we see each other again, it becomes more valuable because of this." Shi Tiesheng said.

Lin Weimin nodded slightly.

The two of them walked over to Mo Yan, and seeing his sad face, Lin Weimin asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." Mo Yan stood up and said it insincerely.

"The lie you told is very insincere and too false." Lin Weimin joked.

Mo Yan was in a low mood, "I miss home and my mother. I should bring her to Yanjing to enjoy a few years of happiness."

Chinese people always have some stories engraved in their bones. For example, when we see land, we think of food and harvest. When we see a house, we think of home and mother.

"It's a pity...I'm just a passerby in Yanjing."

Lin Weimin said: "If you want to stay, just stay here. After graduation, it won't be difficult to find a way to stay in Yanjing."

Having said this, Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of Mo Yan buying a house in Yanjing with the Nobel Prize money.

Things are different now. Mo Yan had bought a house in Yanjing before, but he had not yet come to Yanjing for work. Netizens have lost a bit of fun since then.

Mo Yan looked at Lin Weimin with only one thought in his mind.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. Things that are easy for Teacher Lin are as difficult as climbing to the sky for him.

Seeing his gloomy look, Lin Weimin said: "Don't be so depressed, you are a well-known writer after all. Is this a difficult thing?"

"Difficult!" Mo Yan choked out one word.

"I'll do it for you." Lin Weimin said happily.

Mo Yan was inexplicably surprised, "Really? Teacher Lin!"

"But..." Lin Weimin began to ponder again after finishing speaking.

Mo Yan immediately raised his eyebrows when he saw this, "But what?"

"Based on your current works, they are still lacking and not enough to convince the public." Lin Weimin said with some regret.

Mo Yan blurted out, "I'll write!"

This sentence "I write" is very spiritual. It seems that it does not answer the question, but it completely meets the key points of Teacher Lin's words.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but nodded. Children can be taught.

It has to be you!

Such comrades are the talents that every publication desires!

The more Teacher Lin looks at Mo Yan's small eyes now, the more he feels that they are filled with the light of wisdom.

"Come on, tell me, what are you writing recently? Do you have any inspiration?"

Lin Weimin no longer cared about Shi Tiesheng at this moment. He took Mo Yan and sat aside, caring about his creation, study and life.

Well, mainly creation.

When Tong Zhonggui saw Lin Weimin holding Mo Yan to talk about new works, he couldn't help but admire him. Perhaps only Teacher Lin's spirit can make "Contemporary" continue to produce excellent works and achieve huge sales.

The other colleagues looked at Mo Yan trapped by Lin Weimin and shook their heads sympathetically.

Let Weimin get involved and a good weekend will be ruined!

On the other hand, Mo Yan, with Lin Weimin's promise to stay in Beijing, was bursting with inspiration and literary thoughts. He didn't have any ideas at first, but out of desperation, he suppressed them.

Lin Weimin listened to his story and thought about it, nodding from time to time. Finally, when the exchange was almost complete, he said: "This is a good idea. Write it down later and show it to me!"

"good!"
Chapter completed!