After returning home with Lin Yiming, Gewen found that the utility room where he once lived had been cleaned up, without any dust at all, and he looked like he was moving in directly with his bag.

Govin was greatly moved.

Since Lin Yiming was brought bad by himself, in addition to seeing his elders and colleagues, he has always been a fluent ruffian, and his personal living habits have become somewhat similar to him. Being able to clean up the house before he knew he was back was a good brother of the world.

But when Govin just stood in a far-sighted position, he warmly complimented the two of them with deep brotherhood, deep love for calves, and dependence on each other...... When he had deep emotions, Lin Yiming sneered a few times-

"Even if you don't come back, this house will always be like this. You know, Gan Xin has a little love for cleanliness and can't see dirty, so ...... You can shut up. ”

“……”

At a certain moment, Gowen felt heartbroken about what he had done to Lin Yiming.

Such a simple child has become like this!

I was such a jerk in the first place.

After packing his bags a little, Govin went out with some gifts. When I came back, of course, I had to visit my mentor Ba Lao as soon as possible.

On the street passing by Ba Lao's residence, Govin saw Uncle Wang, who was setting up a bookstall and was about the same age as Ba Lao, but he was in good health.

Although the winter in Shanghai is not as cold as Beijing, the temperature is still close to freezing, especially in the south of Shanghai, the cold in winter is not dry and cold like the north, but the cold in the damp, straight to the bones. Lao Wangtou still insisted on his sales career in this weather.

"Uncle Wang, are you busy?" Govin said hello, then took out a box of Daoxiangchun from the gift he had given to Ba Lao and handed it over.

"This is a dim sum brought back from Beijing, you can take it back and give it to your grandson to taste."

"What's so embarrassing?" The old king shirked again and again.

"It's okay, when I come over next time, you can give me a few magazines for free."

Stuffing Daoxiangchun into the hands of the old king, Gowen said hello and walked into the alley.

When she opened the courtyard door and saw that it was Gowen, Sister Xiaolin was very happy, and quickly pulled Gowen into the house, poured water and asked him about his experience in Beijing. And Gowen's mind had already rushed to the study, and he couldn't wait to see Ba Lao immediately.

"Look at your anxious look, forget it, you hurry to the study. By the way, remember to remind the old man that it's time to rest. Sister Xiaolin looked at Govern with a look of discouragement, and couldn't help but say a few strange words, and then waved her hand to let Govin leave.

Govin gently pushed open the study door and walked inside.

Ba Lao's appearance was much older than when Govin left, and he looked distressed for a while.

"Ba Lao, you must rest a lot, if you are tired, many people will lose their backbone, even if you don't think about others, you should also think about Sister Xiaolin, if you fall, she must be sad and broken!"

Ba Lao, who was sitting in the chair, looked at Govin with a smile and showed him the gifts he brought, while his mouth kept chattering.

waited until Govin calmed down, and then Ba Jin stretched out his hand and nodded at Govin, and said with a smile: "You little red guy, you have a good time in Beijing, right?" actually bought a house in Beijing, why do you think that I, an old man, care about you? ”

"I wish I could stay with you! No, as soon as you told me to come back, I hurried back. Gowen waved his hand in defense.

……

After the joke, Govin told Ba Lao about his experience in Beijing in the past few months without the slightest concealment.

"You, your mind is getting bigger and bigger. Have you forgotten all the things I taught you? …… It's just playing the piano randomly! I heard that you are messing around in Beijing, so I wrote you a letter, have you read this letter? Ba Lao said with some hatred that iron is not steel.

"Of course I read it, it was after reading your letter that I calmed down and created "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", and I also sent you a set, have you received it?" As he spoke, Govin looked up at the bookshelf, trying to find "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" from the backs of the dazzling books.

"Don't interrupt. Let me ask you, what about your brain? What about your thoughts? Do you know what Beijing is? Seeing that Govin didn't care, Ba Lao smiled angrily.

"Uh......"

"What kind of literary salon are you still running in Beijing, it's really audacious! I really don't know what you think, there is politics in the air in Beijing, everyone is cautious, for fear of causing something, you have gathered so many young people! What do you want to do? Don't you usually read "People's Daily"? Don't you really see anything? Ba Lao rebuked Govyn.

"This ......" Govin was speechless, but he felt extremely warm in his heart.

Ba Lao really regarded himself as his child, otherwise how could he be so carefree and concerned about his own situation.

These words will not be said by another person at all, and these words on the one hand reflect the sensitivity of the old-person-political-political sense of smell, and on the other hand, it also reflects how much shadow the **** left on the old man back then.

It's just that......

Ba Lao only analyzed and judged the situation through his own experience, and he was worried that his imprudent behavior in Beijing would bring about a catastrophe. But I don't know that although I can't know the root of history as a time-traveler, the general context is very clear. He knew that now China was just looking for a way forward, and the repetition and twists and turns were short-lived, and time would prove everything, Deng Gong's path was right, and those who resisted would eventually move in the direction guided by Deng Gong.

"Xiao Ge, what are you going to do in the future?" Ba Lao probably felt that what he said was a little heavy, and asked Govin in a harmonious voice.

"I want to be like you."

Ba Jin was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Why?" ”

"When I was in Beijing, once a large group of our young people chatted about contemporary Chinese literature and writers in the literary circles, and finally summed up a ranking - 'Lu Guo Mao, Ba Lao Cao', and everyone unanimously recognized that the heroes of our country's literary circles are Lu Xun, Guo Moruo, Mao Dun, Ba Jin, Lao She, and Cao Yu. I'm also a writer, so it's only natural that I want to achieve what you are, and even better than you. Govin said seriously.

"So, you want to be a great writer?" Barjin nodded.

"Not exactly."

"What?"

"When I took care of you, I made a wish in my heart, in addition to wanting to be a great writer, I also want to be like you, to be able to be wise and enlightened, to lift weights like light, to be a big man, to be indifferent and quiet, to stand up for morality, and to benefit the world and the people!"

Ba Lao was stunned.

The sun shone in through the window lattice, shining on Pa Lao's gray hair and serious face, and he looked at Govin with deep eyes, and said word by word:

"Then you have to be able to tell the truth all the time, and be able to endure all hardships and pains! You have to always pursue the light, not lie under the clear sky and enjoy the sun! You have to burn the torch in the darkness and light the way for people, even if you burn yourself! ”

On the eve of the Chinese New Year in 1985, in the slightly cramped study, under the gaze of the old man Ba Jin, Govin replied solemnly:

"I will!"

In a previous life, Govin would never have thought so.

But after listening to Mr. Hua Luogeng's lecture, he suddenly woke up to the reason why he traveled to this era, and now China is the purest ideal country, and every time he fanned his wings, he would form a tornado and change everyone.

It's just getting started.

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I flipped through the previous subscription records and found that as long as the title of the chapter was bluffed, the subscription volume of this chapter was high, and the subscription volume of the chapter name was average, and the subscription volume decreased.

Are you letting the traitor be a title party? Can you still have a good time?

Tears run...... (To be continued.) )