Chapter 5 of the main text volume is a dialogue between literary and artistic youth

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The two walked into a courtyard house.

Courtyard houses are a common style of housing in Beijing, and like the shikumen in Shanghai, they are the symbol of a city.

Generally speaking, there will be several families living in a courtyard, which is more crowded, and there will inevitably be friction between neighbors, and they will also help each other, and everyone will live a dull life in constant quarrels.

This courtyard house is different, the courtyard is not large, but it does not seem crowded, and there should be only two families.

This gave Lin Zixuan a deeper understanding of Mu Shanshan's family background, at least an official family.

In this era, the distance between officials and the masses is not so far, and the gap between them is not large, which can be seen from Mu Shanshan's very economical food and clothing in college.

However, in terms of treatment and welfare, officials are a little higher, and housing is a hard standard.

However, Lin Zixuan didn't care much, anyway, he was just going through the motions, and he didn't want to cling to wealth.

The so-called desirelessness is rigid, as a traverser, this self-confidence is still there.

Mu Shanshan looked at Lin Zixuan with an indifferent look, but she was relieved.

When she first entered college, she had a good relationship with a female classmate, and once took her classmate to her home to play on the weekend, and then she felt that the classmate was very enthusiastic about her, and kept asking about her mother.

Mu Shanshan's mother's name is Li Hong, and she is a senior editor and director of Huaguo TV, responsible for the production of the program.

Her classmates are all students majoring in broadcasting and hosting, who doesn't want to enter the popular unit of Huaguo TV, it is definitely a golden job.

Since then, she has rarely brought her classmates home.

Today is Sunday, Mu Zhiyuan and Li Hong are both at home, waiting for their daughter to take their partner home.

Li Hong asked Lin Zixuan's family situation, but she was not very satisfied, it was not that she hated the poor and loved the rich, but that Lin Zixuan's unit was not very good, and there was not much room for improvement.

With the gradual popularity of television, radio stations began to decline, and although they still seemed to be booming, they were not favored.

If it is a national radio station, it is easy to say, after all, it is a state-level unit, and the Beijing radio station is a little out of reach, and it will not have a future in the future.

She wanted to see what her daughter wanted, and if the two had just started dating, she would persuade her to end up with the boy.

If her daughter is determined to be good with that boy, she will have to find a way to transfer Lin Zixuan's job.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world!

Mu Zhiyuan's idea is relatively simple, what he values is personal talent, if Lin Zixuan is really talented, family background or something is a secondary factor, he thinks that as long as he is talented, he can get ahead in this society.

If Lin Zixuan was an embroidered pillow with a false appearance, then he would resolutely oppose it.

Lin Zixuan didn't expect Mu Shanshan's parents to really want to inspect him, and he came to the door with an open-minded mentality.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a pair of men and women in their forties, the man was wearing glasses, his face was elegant, the woman's charm was still there, and his face was a little similar to Mu Shanshan, but he looked more stern.

"Uncle, aunt is good!" Lin Zixuan greeted politely.

The most important thing that people in Beijing lack is the number of courtesies, regardless of men, women and children, they will greet each other when they meet on the street, and say a few words of greeting.

He took out a bag of tea prepared by his parents, not too good tea, just medium, which is a good gift in this year, and sometimes he goes to his relatives with a basket of eggs.

At this time, gifts are not expensive, and everyone is not rich, which means that.

Lin Zixuan was quite unhappy about this, but he just went through the motions, and he couldn't bring tea, more than a dozen yuan.

Of course, he didn't put this kind of affection on his face, and he was not a newcomer who had just stepped into society, and he still understood human relations.

Mu Zhiyuan and his wife beckoned Lin Zixuan to sit down in the house, Lin Zixuan looked at the decoration in the room and found that the bookish atmosphere was very strong, which made him feel a little familiar.

He estimated that Mu Zhiyuan was also a literary youth when he was young, and only literary and artistic young people understood each other.

At this moment, Lin Zixuan made a decision.

Since Mu Shanshan messed up his life, he didn't mind adding a little episode to Mu Shanshan's life.

Thinking of this, the smile on his face was even bigger, his mouth was sweeter, and he answered Mu Zhiyuan and Li Hong's inquiries very politely.

Mu Shanshan sat on the side, looking at Lin Zixuan's smile, and inexplicably felt a trace of danger.

In addition to the bad work unit, Lin Zixuan's family situation is not bad, his parents' work is stable, he has only one sister, and there is no family burden.

If Lin Zixuan still has a few younger brothers, then it will be a big problem.

After enduring a round of interrogation-style bombardment, Li Hong got up and prepared for lunch.

Finally, it was Mu Zhiyuan's turn to test this future son-in-law.

"Xiaolin, I read the poem you wrote yesterday, it is a bit of a imitation of Western poetry, but it is well written. Mu Zhiyuan praised, "How did you come up with the idea of writing like this? Write about a woman's old age." ”

"Thank you, uncle. Lin Zixuan said a little embarrassed, "I, I've always liked Shanshan, but I don't dare to say it, I fantasize about being able to accompany Shanshan to grow old slowly, until I can't go anywhere, I can only sit at home and talk about the past, that is the most beautiful picture in my heart." ”

Mu Shanshan listened on the side, she was a little moved at first, and then thought about Lin Zixuan's attitude yesterday, which was completely different.

Isn't this a show?

She couldn't help glaring at Lin Zixuan fiercely.

This move of his daughter is undoubtedly an intimate expression in Mu Zhiyuan's eyes, and he feels a little sad in his heart.

"It's a good idea for you, and it's a blessing to be able to grow old with each other. Mu Zhiyuan said with emotion.

"I also think so, happiness needs to be pursued, so I confessed to Shanshan, but fortunately, Shanshan felt that I was still passable, so she agreed to investigate me for a while. Lin Zixuan ignored Mu Shanshan's warning, and said to himself, "This time I came to make a statement to my uncle and aunt, and I will be good to Shanshan for the rest of my life." ”

"I'm not stubborn, you young people's affairs are the gatekeepers of parents, but it is not appropriate to interfere. Mu Zhiyuan said openly.

"Thank you, uncle. Lin Zixuan thanked.

"Do you often write poetry?" asked Mu Zhiyuan.

Lin Zixuan knew that he was about to enter the dialogue time of literary and artistic youth, and this was his forte.

So, he chatted with Mu Zhiyuan about Western poetry, romanticism, symbolism, epilogism, and so on.

"Have you written any other poems?" Mu Zhiyuan said in the school examination.

From the discussion, he knew that Lin Zixuan did know something about poetry, but this did not prove that Lin Zixuan was talented.

"Uncle, do you want long poems or short ones? Chinese style or Western style, classical or modern?" Lin Zixuan asked rhetorically.

Mu Zhiyuan was a little stunned, are you opening a poetry shop?

"Let's start with a short story, our own, the modern one. Mu Zhiyuan delineated the scope of the question and waited for Lin Zixuan's answer.

Lin Zixuan asked Mu Shanshan for paper and pen, pretended to think for a few seconds, and then wrote a poem.

Mu Zhiyuan and Mu Shanshan looked at it curiously, only to see Lin Zixuan writing two lines on the paper.

"Generation".

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