Lin Weimin didn't notice that while he was talking to the two girls, people kept poking their heads out of the surrounding cars.

After chatting for a while, they learned that the two girls were both students at Shuimu University. The university in Yanjing had gone on summer vacation a few days ago, and the reason why they came home now was to take advantage of the holiday to play in Yanjing.

for a few days.

"Excuse me, are you Teacher Lin Weimin?" While Lin Weimin finished chatting with the girl, the young man who had been waiting aside for a while asked.

Before Lin Weimin could answer, the round-faced girl replied: "Yes, this is Teacher Lin, "Latent", "Cliff", "Wind", "Speak Well", "Farewell My Concubine", "Horse"

"People", author of "Chasing the Murderer"."

Girl, why don't you wait to sign up for the dishes?

In Lin Weimin's mind, he couldn't help but think of the group of star-chasing girls in later generations who educated passers-by on their own geige, and he felt a sense of shame in his heart.

"Is it really Teacher Lin? Hey!" The young man's face showed a bit of excitement. He turned and shouted towards the carriage: "It's really Lin Weimin!"

With his voice, four or five more heads popped up in the carriage.

"Is it really Teacher Lin?"

At that time, Tan Chaoyang stretched his head to get out of the carriage, "What's wrong? Did you hear that we were blocked just now for the sake of the people?"

In a blink of an eye, it was daytime, after dinner, the family started chatting again, but no readers came to Yin Liyi to sign autographs and take photos, which lasted until the evening.

That time "Contemporary" held a pen conference, there were two co-organizers, one was the Ludong Literary Association and the other was YT City. The people who came to pick up people today were not from YT City.

After taking the minibus all the way to the Dongshan Hotel, and before settling in the family, Yin Liyi met with the comrades from the Ludong Literary and Art Association, the Yantai Literary and Art Association and the municipal government who were responsible for the PEN event.

I was yawning when I saw a figure with a sloppy hairstyle and cool clothes coming out of the station. I waved my hand quickly.

No one in the crowd shouted: "Teacher Lin, your boyfriend is still waiting for your autograph!"

Zhu Changsheng also said: "Yes, he just eats and drinks timidly with him. Go out and play and relax, don't think so little."

Before having breakfast, I took Zhu Changsheng back to the train station, followed by two comrades from the Cultural Association.

Everyone was smiling. If the colleagues who stayed behind in Yanjing heard what he said, they would probably want to beat them up.

In the morning, before the final excitement of the trip had passed and no one had finished dozing off, the Chinese Literature Society carried Shi Tiesheng back to the soft sleeper compartment.

"Teacher Lin!" Yu Hua ran over slowly, with an excited expression on his face, as if he were seeing a relative, "You can count on seeing him!"

"There's something wrong. I'm only a half way away from here. You're such a young and strong man!" said the Chinese Literature Society.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

Xiaojia burst into laughter.

"Teacher Lin, shake your hand!"

"Sign your name! Sign your name! Teacher Lin!"

"His eldest son came early enough!"

"Teacher Lin..."

The conductor nodded, wiped away the small troops lined up under the aisle, and left. Then he called a colleague, and the two of them blocked one door and did not leave or exit, which at least ensured order.

Who knows who shouted the last word, everyone shouted "Guowenshe" in unison, and when they saw the young woman from "Guowenshe", she was squeezed into the back of the crowd, she held the hand of "Guowenshe" tightly.

Yao Shuzhi and Liu Yin sang together, but they still forgot to eat.

The entire afternoon was spent almost shaking hands, signing autographs, and taking photos.

Guowenshe smiled helplessly, "I know, I know, Hezhi will meet Xiaojia's request. Come on, Xiaojia all lean to the side. It's really a good idea to squeeze out of the car. At least give Xiaojia some time."

Leave room for a walkway."

Yin Liyi nodded, "You are worried, Comrade conductor, if you cooperate with your work."

"This was a gift from these loyal readers just now!"

After waiting the 70-year-old young mother at the front, Yin Liyi was about to sit down and take a drink of water when she saw the train conductor walking over with a smile on his face and a few books in his hand.

After a few glances, some people couldn't see and started to get out of the carriage. Then one by one, more and more people came to the door of the carriage where Lin Weimin was.

For that "Contemporary" pen conference, YT City specially coordinated two Hino minibuses, and the friendship between landlords was quite genuine.

The writers invited today are coming from all over the country, and we have to pick them up at the train station.

When the waiter understood the conductor, Yin Liyi looked up and saw a row of uniformed conductors.

"You really mean it badly, Comrade conductor!"

When we arrived at the train station, Yin Liyi asked Xiaojia to sleep under the car for a while while I waited for someone at the exit with a sign.

"You see, that's the solution. No one has come over there yet. You can find a colleague to calm things down, and you can cooperate with the readers and comrades to try not to cause any disturbance."

Seeing that the time had reached noon and there were only a few people left outside the carriage, Yin Liyi breathed a sigh of relief and could finally take a rest.

Guowenshe had a somewhat apologetic smile on her face.

Liu Yin joked: "Why are you here to play? You guys are all serious about working."

The Chinese Literature Society just remembered that I came to sign autographs and take photos, and many people didn’t give me anything indifferently. The small portion was food. The Chinese Literature Society refused. In order to affect the efficiency of the autographs and photos, they could only let my colleagues

Help collect it.

"Hey, hey, you're still there, can he calm down a little?"

Liu Yin's eyebrows danced with excitement: "Oh, editor-in-chief, did you look at this scene just now? You are really worthy of being the leader of Lin Weimin..."

Yin Liyi said to the people who crowded the aisle: "Everyone, please stop crowding. You will cause trouble to others. Listen to the train conductor."

The train conductor had a serious look on his face, "Don't gather together if you have something to do. Are they going to leave after they're messing with others like that? Can't they stay outside the carriage?"

The conductor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I really know what they are doing on such a cold day."

The young woman at the head was surprised and said: "Do you know about the co-author? That is a young writer, Teacher Lin from the Chinese Literature Society. Everyone in the family is waiting to get my autograph and take photos."

Several colleagues and Shi Tiesheng outside the carriage in front of me witnessed the whole process, laughing so hard that they were out of breath.

"Teacher Lin, where are you going?"

"Just eat so little."

"What is this, Teacher Lin, you are also your loyal reader!"

Shi Tiesheng waved his hand, "I'm afraid I'll have to go to the toilet after eating and drinking too little."

Qin Chaoyang bit a sweet potato and said cheerfully: "Wrong or wrong, the food will be richer along the way."

The train conductor paid attention to the young woman's words and looked at both ends of the carriage. It seemed that passengers who had not heard the message were rushing towards that direction.

After being reminded by the Chinese Literature Society, Xiaojia’s voice became a little louder, but she asked for a handshake and an autograph. If it was all over in a while, the number of people in the whole carriage became less and less, and there seemed to be no other carriages nearby.

The people heard the noise over there and came over there.

Only then did the train conductor realize. No wonder a bunch of people kept shouting "Teacher Lin" just now. I bet it was indeed Teacher Lin.

"Teacher Lin!"

During lunch, the Chinese Literature Society handed something to Shi Tiesheng and said, "Tiesheng, eat less."

Liu Yin changed his mind, "I am really worthy of you, Lin Weimin, a little writer. You really have a great mass base. Come here, editor, and have a piece of roasted sweet potato. This is a gift from a cold-hearted reader."

"Come, come, let's all have a taste." The Chinese Literature Society distributed the things to the little ones.

"Teacher Lin!"

The young woman was upset, "Hey, tell me, first come, first served!"

The people on the sidelines look at it and think, that's bad. After discussing with the person who doesn't have a camera, you give him some money and he takes a photo for you, leaves his address, and sends it to you after the photo is developed.

Yes, that one is missing.

It's just a pity for the Chinese Literature Society. Passengers come one after another to join in the silence, shake hands, sign autographs, and take many photos together.

"..."

It was around seven or seven in the morning when we arrived at Yantai Station, and the sky was still white. Everyone got on the bus in confusion. When they got to the exit, they saw that no one was holding a sign saying "Editorial Department of "Contemporary".

The train was wandering under the tracks, and it gradually became quiet outside the carriage. Everyone was asleep.

"Editor-in-Chief, why don't you learn from us?" the Chinese Literature Society said reluctantly.

"That was in response to the call from the editorial department! What the train did for you that day was even more tiring than getting off work!"

"It's really Teacher Lin! Hey, I really had some luck when I went out today!"

"Come on, come on, Teacher Lin, smile, don't be so stiff. Oh, that's right, that's right!" No passenger turned into a photographer, directing the passengers who were asking for autographs and photos, and kept directing the Chinese Society.

The Chinese Literature Society was crying and laughing because it had to deal with Xiaojia's request. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people gathering, I could only shout: "Xiaojia, please be quiet and don't disturb the other passengers in my carriage."

Guowenshe drank a small pot of water and noticed the scattered things under the berth, "What are those?"

Xiaojia laughed.

"Let's see! Let's see!"

"If you say that you are a young writer, you have been on a business trip before, so you would consider yourself a civilian."

The Chinese Literature Society gave Yu Hua a sideways glance. He was in his class. Why was he so tired compared to others?
To be continued...