Chapter 125 Zhu Lin's Complaints

Li Changhe got up early in the morning and went to a state-owned restaurant outside to buy breakfast.

Now that Li Lishan has not returned yet, there are only the two of them and their mother Shen Yuxiu at home. Li Changhe sometimes gets up early to go out to buy breakfast.

When I came back, Shen Yuxiu and Zhu Lin were already up.

In the morning, Zhu Lin looks radiant, refreshed, and her skin is so delicate that it seems as if water could be squeezed out of it.

This is all thanks to Li Changhe's hard work last night.

After breakfast, Li Changhe rode his bicycle to take Zhu Lin to the old campus of Beijing Film Academy in Xiaoxitian.

When we arrived, the school bus was still waiting there. There were a few teachers standing next to the bus, chatting.

Seeing Li Changhe, a teacher suddenly waved to him.

Li Changhe looked carefully and found that it was Teacher Hou who called out numbers with him that day.

"Come, let me introduce you to Li Changhe, a famous writer and the husband of Zhu Lin, a student in our school's directing department."

"Next to you is Zhu Lin, a student from our school's directing department."

Teacher Hou introduced them to several teachers with a smile, and then looked at Li Changhe.

"Changhe, many of our teachers have heard of your great name for a long time. Today, we met you and asked you to come over to meet us."

“This is Professor Zheng Guoen from the Department of Photography”

"This is."

Teacher Hou also introduced several teachers to Li Changhe and his wife.

Li Changhe and Zhu Lin immediately greeted several teachers and professors.

"Hello, classmate Changhe. You two are now well-known figures in our school."

"I was saying yesterday that the pretty girl in the car didn't look like a student of the acting department."

"If you ask me, Zhu Lin should transfer to the acting department. If you had applied for the acting department, you would have definitely scored full marks for your image."

Teacher Xu Yan from the Performance Department encouraged at this time.

Although she is a teacher in the acting department, the directing department also has acting classes, so sometimes she has to go to Zhuxinzhuang to attend classes.

"Teacher Xu, we don't have the habit of snatching students away. Zhu Lin's score in our directing department is not low. You can't just trick her into joining your acting department."

Teacher Tian Jinfu from the Directing Department said to Xu Yan with a smile.

"Alright, you guys are done digging. Li Changhe has already seen through it."

"We were talking at the door that day, do you know what he said?"

"A director can be an actor! But it's hard for an actor to be a director."

"You guys from the acting department can't take Zhu Lin away from us."

Teacher Hou said with a smile.

Zhu Lin was standing there at this time, smiling and not saying anything.

Although they were all talking about her, she knew very well that the reason why the teachers were so approachable and chatting with her was mainly because of her husband.

A well-known writer has a huge influence on the film and television industry in this era.

At this moment, a middle-aged man hurried over from the distance.

"Okay, let's get in the car, the driver is here."

Teacher Hou said with a smile at this time.

Li Changhe then said: "Then teachers, I'm leaving first!"

"Let's go. Anyway, you have to come every now and then. We can talk again when we have time."

Afterwards, Zhu Lin and other teachers got on the bus, while Li Changhe rode his bicycle towards Peking University.

After class in the morning, Li Changhe and Lao Tao Haiwen came to the cafeteria. When they were about to get their meals, they saw Chen Jiangong coming towards them from afar.

"Changhe, don't go back to the dormitory after dinner, go to the library!"

Chen Jiangong found Li Changhe and gave him some instructions.

Li Changhe nodded, knowing that it must be another matter of the literature club.

"It seems that the literature club is very busy lately. It's very busy."

"Of course not. I heard that the May Fourth Literary Society is going to be revived. The school takes it very seriously. Many old gentlemen will be there."

"In comparison, our Jacky Cheung is difficult!"

Lao Tao and Haiwen said with emotion.

The literary society was re-established and received strong support and various kinds of help from the Youth League Committee and the school.

They reported their work on "Xueyou" to the department, and the teachers in the department were quite supportive.

Then it was gone.

There is no way. The department is poor now. Apart from spiritual support, we can’t provide more support for the time being.

"It's okay. Maybe in a few years, our Economics Department will be more powerful than the Chinese Department."

Li Changhe said with a smile.

The current economics departments probably cannot even dream that economics will become one of the most popular majors in the country in the future.

After dinner, Li Changhe strolled to the classroom in the library. Chen Jiangong and Zou Shifang were already in the classroom.

"What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Li Changhe came over and asked curiously.

"Changhe, this is what we are going to do. When we open our literature club, in addition to our teachers, we are also thinking of inviting some outsiders such as well-known literary authors to participate."

"We were wondering if you have anyone you know who we can invite?"

Zou Shifang asked Li Changhe.

Hearing this, Li Changhe smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Let me put it this way, the people I am most familiar with at the moment are Zhang Guangnian, the editor-in-chief of People's Literature, and Liu Jianqing, the deputy editor-in-chief."

"But Zhang Guangnian is now working part-time as the secretary of the Writers Association. He may not have time to attend school activities like ours."

Li Changhe thought about it and it was impossible. It was reasonable for a leader of such a high level to participate in Peking University's activities.

But the activities of a student literary society under Peking University are just nonsense.

"Although Liu Jianqing is only the deputy editor-in-chief now, he is now in charge of the daily work of the People's Literature Magazine. I can call him and invite him, but I can't guarantee that he will come."

"As for the others, to be honest, I don't know any of them. I've basically never attended any of the Writers Association's meetings, and I'm not familiar with the other authors either!"

Li Changhe explained to Zou Shifang helplessly.

Although he is very famous, not many people know him.

"It's really unlikely that Secretary Zhang will come. His rank is too high. And if he comes, who will receive him in our school? Will the principal come forward?"

"But Deputy Editor-in-Chief Liu Jianqing, you can try to invite him. People's Literature is now the undisputed leader of literary magazines, so it would be fine if he could come."

"I have also contacted Liu Xinwu, the author of Class Teacher, and Zhou Yanru, the person in charge of Yanjing Literature and Art."

Chen Jiangong also spoke at this time.

Zou Shifang nodded: "In that case, the Youth League Committee has also sent invitations to some cooperating journalists from People's Daily and China Youth Daily, and they will probably attend at that time."

"Actually, I think this is enough. After all, we are just a literary club on campus. Our main service targets are still students on campus. In fact, social response is not the most important thing at the moment."

Li Changhe thought about it and spoke.

Peking University’s current size is there, so there is no need for you to invite some big names.

In the eyes of many people, a student club is nothing more than the passion and enthusiasm of young people. For contemporary students, it may be a big deal, but for many big people, it is not worth mentioning at all.

After hearing what Li Changhe said, Zou Shifang and Chen Jiangong nodded. Yes, they might have taken it too seriously, and as a result, they became too concerned and always wanted to make a big deal out of it.

"Okay, then let's temporarily arrange these people. Now we just have to wait for Mr. Shen's reply. As long as he replies, we can start planning immediately."

After the three of them agreed on this, Li Changhe walked out of the library. He was not in a hurry to call Liu Jianqing. The time had not been set yet, and it would be useless to ask in advance. He might as well go back to the dormitory and rest.

The days passed, and Saturday came in the blink of an eye.

It was a cool day and there were not many classes in the afternoon, so Li Changhe, Haiwen Yigang and others came to the East Stadium with basketballs.

There were not many vacancies, and with the admission of the class of 78, the number of students at Peking University increased again.

"Over there, there are some junior students from Economics and Geography. Go find them."

Haiwen took a quick look and saw three or four people playing ball on a field, so he walked over immediately.

Although the majors in the Department of Economics are divided into majors, there are only one or two classes for each major.

Li Changhe and his group of students in the Department of Political Science and Economics basically take classes in every major.

Sometimes, I took classes with the freshmen of Class 78, because to put it bluntly, there was only one semester difference between the two grades.

Moreover, there are no fixed textbooks now, and the handouts are all discussed by the teachers themselves.

They were all acquaintances, so Li Changhe and the others naturally joined in.

Li Changhe discovered that among these younger classmates, Zhao Yong, who reported that day, was Chen Lihua's son.

The other person's level was pretty good. Upon asking, it turned out that he had been practicing sports in school before.

The few of them fought for the whole afternoon, but Li Changhe didn't gossip about anything. In fact, he was quite curious about who Zhao Yong's father was.

This was a mystery in my previous life.

After playing basketball for an entire afternoon and sweating a lot, Li Changhe rode his bicycle back home in the evening.

After arriving home, Zhu Lin had not returned yet, so Li Changhe went straight to the bathroom and took a cold shower.

As soon as Li Changhe came out, Zhu Lin also opened the door and came back.

Seeing Li Changhe coming out wiping his hair, Zhu Lin threw his bag on the sofa.

"That's great. Please help me boil some hot water so I can take a shower."

"I took a cold shower. Let me boil some hot water for you first."

Li Changhe can take a cold shower, but Zhu Lin can't.

Take out the kettle, fill it with tap water, and then put it on the gas stove to boil.

Zhu Lin came out with some clothes.

"By the way, Changhe, let's go out and buy some food later."

Hearing Zhu Lin's words, Li Changhe smiled.

"Why, there's still nothing in your school cafeteria?"

Zhu Lin shook his head: "Don't mention it, I eat potatoes, radishes and cabbage every day."

“The standards given by art schools are too poor.”

You have to know that in Li Changhe's class at Peking University, the food ration for boys was 45 kilograms, most of which were fine grains, and they were given meat tickets every day, so they could eat meat every day.

The food ration for boys at Beijing Film Academy is only 31 kilograms, which is half fine grain and half coarse grain. Not to mention meat, there is almost no meat.

Compared with the specifications of Li Changhe and others, there is no comparison at all.

The key point is that Zhuxinzhuang is located in the hinterland of the countryside, and there is not even a state-owned store around it. Even if you have money, you have nowhere to buy it.

"Okay, then you rinse first, and then we'll go out and buy some."

Li Changhe said with a smile.

"It's okay to eat, but there are not enough bath tickets. I only get one a week. It's so hot. Sigh!"

Zhu Lin shook his head, then took the clothes and went into the bathroom. After a while, the water boiled and Li Changhe also helped to carry the kettle in.

After Zhu Lin finished washing and changed into new clothes, Li Changhe took a towel and helped her wipe her hair.

"It's windy outside. Let's wait until your hair is a little dry before we go."

In the days before hair dryers, hair could only dry naturally.

Fortunately, Zhu Lin did not have long hair, so Li Changhe could use a dry towel to help Zhu Lin wipe his hair bit by bit.

After they finished, the two men went out. However, just as they got downstairs, they ran into Zhu Lin's eldest sister Zhu Yi and her family. Zhu Yi was holding an oil-paper bag in her hand, which was obviously a roast duck.

However, what they bought was not from Quanjude, but from Bianyifang. Many local people in Beijing prefer the roast duck from Bianyifang to that from Quanjude.

"Where are you two going? It's just in time for us to go home and eat together tonight."

Seeing Zhu Lin and Li Changhe, Zhu Yi said to them.

Well, I have to go upstairs to eat again tonight.

But even so, Li Changhe and Zhu Lin still went to the grocery store to buy some things.

Secondly, I bought some dinner for Shen Yuxiu, and the two of them went upstairs to eat. I had to consider Shen Yuxiu as well.

However, when Li Changhe and Zhu Lin returned home, Liu Shuwan had already called Shen Yuxiu home.

Liu Shuwan thought about this when she got home from get off work and found out that her two daughters and sons-in-law were back for dinner.

Because she is the only one in her family, Li Changhe's father-in-law also went out for an inspection a few days ago, but the country he went to was Japan.

Recently, Liu Shuwan actually often eats together with Shen Yuxiu. After all, there are only the two of them upstairs and downstairs.

Li Changhe and the others only found out about this when they talked about it at the dinner table.

After finishing their meal and cleaning up, Li Changhe and his family went downstairs. The room upstairs had to be left for Zhu Yi's family to sleep in.

"By the way, what are you doing tomorrow?"

Back in the house, Li Changhe asked Zhu Lin.

"I'm planning to go to CCTV tomorrow to watch it. Although my teacher told me to wait until after October, I have nothing to do at home anyway, so I might as well go and watch it in advance."

"Are you still going to the Jingcheng Hotel?"

Zhu Lin asked Li Changhe curiously.

Now she is no longer at the Institute of Health, and she doesn't know what Li Changhe is going to do at the Beijing Hotel.

"Well, if you go to CCTV, I will go to the Jingcheng Hotel to see how their English progress is. I can't just leave them there and not care about them."

"Also, I have to go to People's Literature. Peking University is going to start a literary club, and I want to invite Liu Jianqing to attend. I'll go ask him if he has time."

Li Changhe said with a smile.

"Okay, that's it. Let's go into the city together tomorrow. I'll go to CCTV and you'll go to the Jingcheng Hotel. Then you can come to CCTV to meet me in the evening."

Zhu Lin nodded and decided on the weekend schedule.

Li Changhe nodded. In fact, his main purpose was to go to the Beijing Hotel.

It is now mid-September, and theoretically, the person he is waiting for will be here soon.

Li Changhe couldn't remember whether the other party came before or after the National Day, but he should have been around this timeline and stayed at the Beijing Hotel.

So recently on weekends, he actually had to go to the Capital Hotel to get information.

I just hope that the other party won’t be the type who comes and leaves within a week.

In that case, Li Changhe would really be helpless.

(End of this chapter)