Nine, coffee
I never quite understood why the most attractive TV show in the 80s was "Wildlife", which was all about killing and fighting. Perhaps the designers of our country's future hoped that those who were used to eating from a big pot would learn from the straightforward law of the jungle, "don't look for the mayor, look for the market". Darwin is really overdoing it, he can say he descended from monkeys if he wants, but he shouldn't drag all humanity down with him. Regardless of whether it's true or not, the fact that we still have remnants of lower life forms, either pure and simple or savage, within us cannot be denied, such as the gradually fading maternal instinct.
It's clear that Wu Yu was unfortunately born with the gene of taking care of others. In the primary stage of a market economy, kindness becomes a weakness in the cutthroat competition, and it is often said that one must have committed sins in their past life to be reborn as a woman, probably referring to this sense. A eldest daughter who does not manage the household chores often develops an all-around personality, such as Little Wu Laoshi, who was able to fully utilize her opportunities due to her parents' early departures and late returns, and from middle school onwards, her culinary skills were already good enough to rival those of her mother, who was renowned for her cooking. Although she was self-taught, that cleverness and sophistication could not exclude the blessings of inheritance.
I heard that many mothers nowadays choose to have a cesarean section just to avoid the pain of childbirth, which may harm their child for life. And it's mainly among middle and high-income groups. Giving birth to boys and girls is like a well-planned transaction, I really don't know what kind of moral degenerates they are evolving from.
This society makes me more and more unable to understand, in the city, those red men and green women who are always racking their brains but still can't think of anything more comfortable than lying down, stubbornly "DINK" (Double Income, No Kids), while in rural areas, those poor people who tighten their belts to raise a few more successors for the revolution are dragged away for forced sterilization.
Marx once said that natural and social laws can only be recognized and followed, without any room for arbitrary creation. However, some of the leading figures in human society are unwilling to accept this fate, always imposing their subjective will on objective reality and using this to demonstrate their supposed extraordinary abilities. Biologists have pointed out that the human body's form before puberty is already sufficient to complete most life activities, and the reason why it continues to develop is largely due to the ultimate goal of creating the next generation. Evolutionary theorists probably did not think that the most important premise in the survival hypothesis (any species has a tendency to produce as many offspring as possible) would be abandoned in the self-proclaimed rational evolution. Interestingly, being responsible only for today seems to have become a paradigm, such as choosing economic development over having fewer children and being willing to work hard, which is often cited as an example of young cadres' dedication to their work. The power of culture is indeed great, and it can be seen that even the giant panda, a national treasure, learned to have fewer but healthier births after being domesticated by humans.
Mao Zedong once instructed his staff that when he died, they must hang lanterns and decorate with streamers to celebrate the victory of dialectics. Indeed, everything has two sides, and the family planning policy is no exception. While it accelerated China's rush towards prosperity, its distortion of Chinese people's ethical concepts may be even more profound. We have become one of the nations in the world that takes abortion lightly. Otherwise, the proportion of boys among newborns would not be so abnormally high (according to a report by the Women's Institute of the All-China Women's Federation, the sex ratio at birth for children aged 0-4 has reached as high as 1.3:1, mainly because parents - if they still deserve this sacred title - use medical means to determine the sex of the fetus during early pregnancy and abort female fetuses).
A living person cannot be suffocated by urine! Without the old hen laying eggs, would we still make nest cakes? Lacking a butcher, we wouldn't eat hairy pigs either! These wise sayings that reflect the wisdom of our nation are telling us that one cannot die hanging from a single tree. Although our low fertility rate has been maintained for a long time, the maternal instinct that erupts on schedule is still seeking opportunities to flourish, even if they are harsh. Indeed, the more seeds that are unable to get suitable soil and environment in the cliff, the more they can create strong beauty.
The old saying goes: A woman without talent is virtuous, and digging out the reasonable part of it means that no matter what you do, you must be content with your lot. For example, Wu Yu is someone who knows how to be content and happy, she doesn't envy those who are talented and beautiful, nor does she have the ambition to stand out like some people do. She can always maintain her position without resorting to violence, but she doesn't have the desire to monopolize everything.
Teacher Wu has been longing for a simple yet exciting life since childhood, but fate played a trick on her. After getting married and having children, what seemed like a smooth sailing life became more and more unattainable. Now in her 40s, looking at her friends and colleagues who have successful careers and happy families, she feels that her own beauty has become a mockery and a source of frustration.
Wu Yu often secretly thanks herself for choosing to major in education back in college. If it weren't for the fact that she gets to spend every day with children, she wouldn't know how to alleviate the growing sense of regret and disappointment. As the saying goes, "Men fear choosing the wrong career, women fear marrying the wrong man." In this era of equality, taking a wrong step can be fatal.
Xu Zhongliu still remembers that when he first started elementary school, a type of Korean street food stall on the streets of Beijing was all the rage, selling something called "egg white meat". It's been nearly twenty years since then, and the original flavor has long been indistinguishable. According to his later research, this abandoned bean product from bygone days had once served as a substitute for meat during the initial stages of socialism, when there were deviations in work, and it was even considered a rare delicacy on ordinary people's dinner tables. Humans have many strange habits, such as the saying "Yue Gong loves dragons", I suggest you (if you are over 18 years old and have enough self-control) go to the "Adam and Eve" adult store to broaden your horizons, it will dazzle you with its array of fake substitutes for real things, teaching you that it's entertaining to replace reality with fiction.
Of course, not all "transfers" are so unbearable. For example, Wu Yu's extra care for students is very different from the usual. In fact，we often have a moral appeal that transcends the ordinary for those professions directly related to the human body or soul，such as doctors，police officers，judges，and teachers and clergy. However，with the gradual establishment of the market economy system，the configuration form of labor force as a resource also increasingly follows the principle of equivalent exchange. Nowadays，becoming an honorable people's teacher no longer means having more faith than before，but rather becoming a simpler means of making a living. After all，the gradually increasing salary and benefits，plus various gray and even black income，make the attraction of "having five grains of rice at home and not being a child king" become history. Perhaps the stage of "every pore being filled with blood" cannot be transcended，but just as Nobel，who brought the devil of black gunpowder to the world，also became a messenger of peace，even in such an era of greed，there are still selfless people blooming in the ruins of struggle.
However, in the most stringent sense, Wu Yu's favoritism towards the children was not absolute. For example, the clever and resourceful Wei Dan received special "extra quantity without extra price". Such bias was not a coincidence, but rather a result of her long-standing relationship with Wei Dan's father, which spanned nearly twenty years. At that time, the now-renowned Wei Yicheng was just a young and inexperienced assistant under Professor Peng. As for the elegant and refined Miss Wei herself, Wu Yu had been keeping an eye on her since she was learning to speak, and such a rich history of interaction would have made it strange if there wasn't any special treatment.
"Do you still remember Wei teacher's daughter?" As the year-end approached, Wu Yu's return time also gradually advanced unknowingly. After all, as the daylight hours became shorter and the cold current came uninvited, people's work and rest were naturally influenced by it. Although so, Jing Liu still thought that it was the warmth of the two-person world that was secretly at work, but in fact he should be grateful for being born in the four distinct seasons of the North Temperate Zone. As the saying goes, "Geography is the mother of history", which is indeed true.
"Ah, it seems to be called Dan or something," Before the words were out of his mouth, Xu Zhongliu had already realized how ridiculous this deliberately revealed weakness was. The other person's father is surnamed Wei, what could he possibly be named Dan? Chairman Mao taught us not to engage in conspiracy and trickery, truly a wise foresight.
"Old Wu felt that something wasn't quite right," Little Wu teacher didn't have the kind of cunning and cleverness, if it were Yi Xin, this would be a difficult pass. So, women shouldn't show off their intelligence on the outside. As the semester drew to a close, she moved the battlefield of grading assignments to her home, making it more convenient for her to work day and night. Nowadays, businesses are really clever, students' practice books that have been used for thousands of years have all been replaced with neat and uniform exercise books, the complicated format has been replaced by naturally neat lead type, but the increasingly heavy workload makes "reducing burden" a thorough slogan. Wu Yu Zheng was holding a big, colorful book in a daze, the exquisite cover and the uniform content formed a strange complement: "I don't know what's going on with their family."
The homework that was barely written, and even when it was, wasn't worth writing during high school days must have driven the young teacher Wu crazy back then. He now regrets not making good use of those rare interactions. Nowadays, in other people's eyes, he is no longer a child who "got the world's best talent but failed at education". Wanting to "reorganize the old mountains and rivers from scratch" might just be a dream that "can't be known even in sleep".
I wish to be a small sheep, accompanying you by your side; I wish for the delicate whip in your hand to gently fall on my body... The melancholic ancient melody drifted over from next door, like a long, drawn-out tune. Time seems to be slower here, in this courtyard where knowledge is more abundant than money, always lagging behind by a few beats.
"Her mother happened to be out recently," Wu Yu might have been sitting for a long time, she got up and went to the tea table to grab a bag of jelly and tore open several to put in front of Jingliu: "I want to invite her to stay with us for a few days, what do you think?"
Although the faint lemon scent of the body lotion after bathing was particularly refreshing, and the possessive pronoun "ours" was very touching, Xu Zhennan almost squeezed "Water Crystal Love" into his throat when he heard such "bad news": "Ah?" He really couldn't find a convincing excuse to counterattack, nor did he care about any other consequences.
"What's up?" Wu Yu broke free from the tense atmosphere: "Wei Dan is quite pretty, what a great opportunity delivered right to our doorstep."
"Not her," he said. Generally speaking, when a man and woman can joke about this kind of thing, it means they are either so close that they can use any hypothetical enemy to tease each other, or they are so distant that they can't hear any hint of jealousy. So, Jianyun didn't know whether he should be excited or disappointed at the moment.
"Alright," said Little Wu, putting the empty jelly shell into a plastic bag and opening another exercise book. "I was just saying that, besides, Old Wei might not let her come anyway."
Mothers are born with the characteristic of loving and caring for the weak, unlike fathers who "dislike poverty and love wealth". What makes mothers worry is always the most useless child. Moreover, in relationships with great differences in status, it is often only the young masters who abandon their maids, but rarely do you hear about misses who betray their book boys, probably also because of this reason.
Xu Zhongliu originally had a classmate whose father was a forensic doctor, and the various glass containers in his house were filled with formalin-soaked human organ specimens, which could be described as a model of "industry precision". Everyone looked at it with reverence and dared not approach, especially after discovering that the collection seemed to lack only the large intestine. Professor Wu Hong specialized in modern Chinese, although he couldn't compare to the former's grandeur, but his home decor still revealed his identity. Perhaps only intellectuals around the world would decorate their living room like an office, such as the two old-fashioned desks that were probably discarded from the institute and placed face-to-face against the wall on the other side of the bookcase, allowing the professor couple to work together 24 hours a day.
Although not aesthetically pleasing, Xu Zhongliu, the "beneficiary", will absolutely raise his four legs in approval of this self-binding arrangement. Firstly, although Little Fatty has some legendary foreign ancestry, his body proportions are completely in line with traditional Chinese standards, whereas Wu Yu, who is somehow related to a certain ethnic minority that is known for its separatist tendencies, possesses the rare long legs of the descendants of Yan and Huang. With one's strengths compensating for the other's weaknesses, although the two are almost the same height when standing up, there is almost a head's difference when sitting down. Euclid, the founder of geometry, had already predicted twenty-three centuries ago that when Little Fatty's eyes, aided by his glasses, and the vertical distance between Wu Yu's mouth and the top of her dress exceed half of the horizontal distance between them, even the slightest forward lean of their limbs will be disastrous, regardless of how ladylike Wu Yu's sitting posture is. Secondly, in this era of public ownership that lacks consideration for personal privacy, office desks are often transparent from front to back, making it convenient for "underground work" when two people sit together, and the danger coefficient soars when Xu Zhongliu, with ulterior motives, changes into shorts on a cold winter's day. This old building can't even do soundproofing but somehow manages to keep warm, it seems that even in those fiery years of "the road is watched", there was another side to the contradictions between knowing cold and knowing heat.
The market economy emphasizes equal exchange, also known as "an eye for an eye" or "heart to heart", but when it comes to human relationships, it's not always so clear-cut. Repaying kindness with resentment and repaying enmity with kindness are happening around us all the time. Needless to say, Wu Yu could also see a bit of "malicious intent" in Zhentao, but she just treated it as a "follow-up report" from her youth and laughed it off. In fact, in a certain sense, she had no time to bother with these things, because since Xiao Wu's teacher moved back to her parents' house and started living with Zhentao, she would often stare blankly at the boy in front of her, who was more familiar than anyone else. Wu Yu found that as he grew older, he became more and more like a person, a person she didn't dare to remember but couldn't help remembering all the time...
Struggling against evil people and things, yet still being kind and compassionate, not dwelling on past grievances. When sympathizing with each other's suffering, it is even more so that nothing will be spared. Although there was no immediate "entry into the inner sanctum", Teacher Xiao Wu still invited Wei Dan, who had been troubled by worries for a semester, to her home to share her matured North-South cuisine. Xu Zhongliu naturally did not fight an unprepared battle and it was not good to reveal secrets without the consent of the parties involved, so he could only make excuses to escape when things came to a head. Coincidentally, Lu Yuanhang recently needed his "firepower support" for some content in a paper he was writing that made no sense, so on the evening when Wei Dan arrived, he hastily left the scene and rushed to the student dormitory to take refuge.
"Long time no see, I've missed you so much," as he walked up to the girl's unit door, coincidentally bumping into Ai Mei who was lowering her head to press on her phone: "Hey, are you getting ready for a date?" Little Xu looked at the girl's carefully made-up face and saw that she didn't look like someone who had just returned from outside, exhausted.
"Right," Ai Miao said with a serious face, tilting her head to one side. Usually, when "old friends" meet, they don't need to make such a big fuss, so the person Ai was preparing to receive was probably not that Du Xiao Zhong whom she had never met before: "Why don't you go be my escort instead."
"We're not that lucky," two riders floated in, looking like ancient Chinese boys who had just come back from the cafeteria, Zhenliu smiled at them and let them pass by the side of the road.
"Do you know where the Starbucks in Lido Restaurant is?" Aime said, looking into the distance as if searching for something. In fact, even if someone had just been to this coffee shop and could accurately say its specific location, once you arrived at that maze-like "store street", you would still have to start searching from scratch. So, this was a question that didn't need an answer, its purpose was simply to show off one's lifestyle.
"Not very clear," Zhen Liu was delighted to take advantage of this favor, and willingly let Ai Mei become the target of his teasing: "Who are you going on a romantic getaway with?" The final cannon fodder is indispensable, after all, one has to send the Buddha off to the Western Pure Land.
"Hey," said Ai, with a helpless expression, flaunting how hard it was to be a beauty, even one who had been discounted: "Didn't some old guy from Penn come to our school to give a lecture?"
The boy didn't know how to react and could only neutrally say "uh-huh".
"This afternoon I ran into him," said the beauty, no longer bothering with polite phrases: "He insisted on inviting me for coffee, should I go?"
"Be more careful," Xu Zhongliu dared not let the painstaking efforts of several hours on Ai Mei's face go to waste: "The old foreigner probably lives in Lido, but whatever you do, don't go to his house and engage in idle chatter." In fact, Zhongliu had enough confidence in this professor he had never met before, guessing that he wouldn't come from afar just to lose face. Unfortunately, the tastes of foreigners and most Chinese people differ somewhat, which also gave those "defective products" with no hope of domestic sales an imaginative space for exporting and earning foreign exchange to boost national prestige.
"Right," although the flattery was pouring in, Ai Mei obviously hadn't forgotten the main topic. With the deadline looming, she hastily hailed a taxi. In fact, this journey would probably be faster during rush hour, but in such an important "international setting", "psychological time" is often more pressing. That's probably why the Ministry of Foreign Affairs set up a protocol department. As soon as her left leg stepped into the car, the girl seemed to remember something and turned to Xiao Pang, who was busy attending to her: "What about that thing I asked you last time?"
Zhen thought of it now, about ten days ago, Ai Mei had mentioned wanting to help her boyfriend change to a job that could realize his self-worth and life mission, and wanted to do it through activities at Yi Xin's company. Zhen really regretted revealing all the details of her "female talent" to Su Yunwen, this "global expert", now trouble has come. The boy had thought Ai Mei was just casually talking, so didn't take it seriously, but unexpectedly this "socialite superstar" who treats everyone as brothers really had high hopes for him, and after being deeply disappointed, he could only muddle through by saying he was waiting for a response from the other side, first dealing with the present situation.
"Then I'll leave it to you," Ai Mei patted the hand on the car door: "Take good care of yourself, okay?" She smiled at the boy with a focused gaze, then turned around and called out to the driver to start driving while smoothing out her rose-colored cotton jacket.
Xu Zhongliu had originally planned to seal the confidential file as a token of friendship between China and the US, but after seeing Yuan Hang, he was disappointed to find that the file had been declassified before it was even recorded in history. Perhaps because the shadow of his first defeat at the hands of Li Xiuzhen had not yet dissipated, the "mainstream public opinion" led by Lu Gongzhu unanimously criticized this "foreign affairs activity". After all, it's better to avoid hurting each other's feelings, so all the blame had to be shouldered by that Vietnamese mouse from Peking University. The inexplicable hatred between China and the US probably accumulated over time like this.
This doesn't matter much, as Ai Mei was probably prepared to use the thousand fingers pointing at him as a sacrifice for his own reputation when he actively released the "scandal". Since he was willing to be the spark that sets off the flames of civilization, would he begrudge this bit of fame? Perhaps the worst discovery in the history of science is the law of conservation of mass. When people apply their new knowledge from class to real life, they assume that every gain must come at someone else's expense, and there's no possibility of sharing. As a result, plundering and harming others become justified, and the so-called selflessness and sacrifice are just a form of investment for future returns.
However, from the materials already in hand, it seems that Far Navigation does not have such a "business mind" to separate all grudges and emotions for sale. Of course, it is also difficult to rule out the possibility of preparing for long-term fishing. For example, this time, Wei Yicheng asked her to write a paper on the issue of "annotated reading and writing", and Lu Niang found Xu Zhilu to share the fortune together. Generally speaking, in the current context of increasing contradictions between monks and porridge, and the expansion of graduate students, such activities are usually single-line contacts between supervisors and students, rarely communicating with each other, and only occasionally reluctantly giving up. Among the existing three melons and two dates in the Department of Linguistics, Xu Zhilu is indeed the first chair of Chinese character studies, but the little bit needed for this article can also be handled by Far Navigation, so why pull in a partner? It's completely to implement the great call of the Party Central Committee to build a harmonious society.
"When I first met him, Wei Yicheng would always ask me to help him with this and that," Lu Yuanhang mechanically flipped through the online database, occasionally jotting down some notes. So-called academic research sounds lofty and mysterious, but in reality, most of the work is no different from repetitive labor on an assembly line that's increasingly being replaced by mechanical arms: "Now he's not making a peep either, if I hadn't seen that draft on his desk, he definitely wouldn't have said anything." Meng Liu understood that what she was concerned about wasn't those unprofitable and repetitive tasks. From a practical perspective, there were many more reasons for her to leave the TV station and come to this broken-down building to copy and write than there were torchbearers at the Beijing Olympics.
"This can explain what, you see which family couple every day open mouth close mouth love to come and go," Zhen Liu's "inspired by the scene" towards Lu Yuanhang has become a habit. Before she could complain about the cooling down of romantic passion, the search engine automatically jumped out with the best match. He had just brought back that 16K hardcover "Ancient Character Dictionary" from the library yesterday, which made cockroaches tremble with fear. At this moment, he was concentrating his mind and copying those ghostly symbols-like "Shuowen Da Zhuan" characters one by one. It seems that everything is derived from it, but only gets its lower part. No matter how he tried to imitate, the dead mosquitoes under Zhen Liu's pen were not as elegant and stylish as the original version in someone else's book.
"But why did he always find various reasons to look for me back then?" Far-hang knew that Xu Zhongliu would definitely say that the passionate love had turned into a lukewarm affection, which meant the beginning of a long and inseparable relationship. Or, the prolonged class struggle could only lead to a devastating catastrophe. Life was too fragile to withstand the burning passion for a long time: "My requirements are not high, just treat me like before..." She hummed softly the melancholic song "Fragrance is Toxic" by Hu Yanglin, then sighed and threw the book aside, walking over to look at Zhongliu with a helpless expression.
Unlike foreigners who are straightforward in business, China's market economy with Chinese characteristics means that the law of value is implemented in every corner of social life. The reason why artificial beauties are getting better at dressing up is to sell themselves for a good price. In some sense, working as a cashier is more fulfilling than door-to-door maintenance, but it's rare to find someone who pays and forgets to take their goods. It's hard to find customers who keep buying but never order food. So, the "not-so-high" requirement of "treating me like before" is actually as difficult as reaching the sky. The past is gone, and being overly nostalgic only shows your confusion about the future. Of course, it's not impossible to take money without delivering goods; just find a few more customers and everything will be fine. That's why this market needs to be rectified now because there are too many guerrilla fighters who keep changing their location after each shot.
But one day you say the same words, but hold someone else in your arms... The melody of "Changmen Fu" continues. When the natural frequency of a vibrating object is the same as or proportional to a certain group of frequencies in sound waves, this frequency will be fully amplified in the vibration, and this phenomenon is called resonance. In fact, human emotions are the same, those clichéd songs that have been circulating can become popular because they express the common and mundane aspects of life: "You say, Wei Yicheng he..." When the main vowel sound of the word "lover" appeared on Lu Yuanhang's lips, she stopped this unpleasant trend in time: "...what kind of woman is his wife?"
One of the most frequently cited pre-Qin documents in our daily lives is "know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles." However, there is a subtle difference between this phrase and its original text. In fact, the original text from Sun Tzu's "The Art of War" - "Meng Gong" chapter reads: "If you know both yourself and your enemy, you can win numerous battles; if you only know yourself but not your enemy, you will have a 50% chance of winning or losing; if you do not know either yourself or your enemy, you will be defeated every time." This is the sage's summary of the tactics of attack. Young people with ambitions to conquer love should take note. The order of "knowing oneself" and "knowing one's enemy" seems insignificant at first glance, but when Chinese people exaggerate the so-called "subjective initiative" they learned from Marx to an absurd degree, the problem becomes serious. The reason why some people end up in a dilemma is largely due to their neglect of the existence of their opponents. Of course, this is not unique to them; many men and women in love often have this flaw, thinking that their sacred true love is unparalleled, while forgetting that even wild lilies by the roadside bloom in spring.
In comparison, as people grow older, mature women tend to be more rational than young girls in this regard. Let's just say it's a small compensation for the "after all, time flies" and "the green hills can't hide". The other day, I heard that after the East Window incident, the Wei couple had an open discussion about it, and the modern woman, who was also from the intellectual class, not only didn't cry or make a fuss but instead calmly kicked the ball back to the person involved and waited calmly for the final verdict. In fact, when facing a major crisis, calmness is much more important than strategy or even strength. If it weren't for Zhuge Liang's calm and composed demeanor on the empty city wall, "Living Zhongda" might not have been so easily defeated. In this sense, Wei's wife was able to turn a passive situation into an active one with ease.
"It feels like she's not ordinary," Lu Yuanhang saw that the progress of the cat painting was slow, so he picked up the giant dictionary with a thick dusty atmosphere and pondered it, incidentally asking himself and answering, "I really don't know what Wei Yicheng is thinking," She changed her angle, old wine in new bottles: "You say, he probably just wants to find a lover, so..." Whenever the topic inevitably evolved to this point, the girl's expression was always as dull as the beach before a tsunami, and this time there was probably no exception.
"I don't think so," replied Lin Liu, his answer was brief and to the point, without any additional argument. After many rounds of ideological struggle, he had long since stopped caring about gains or losses in a single city or pool, but just like Tian Dan's rescue of Qi still needed a base, if even this most basic bottom line was completely destroyed, then it would probably be really over.
In fact, although Xu Zhongliu usually has a playful and joking attitude in his daily life, when it comes to matters of principle and right or wrong, he will not speak nonsense. He is generally straightforward and honest, even if it's about good intentions or true and false information, he will be cautious and weigh the pros and cons repeatedly to avoid turning a good deed into a bad one.
Xu Zhongliu has always believed that Wei Yicheng's behavior of treating Lu Yuanyang as his mistress is illogical. Firstly, Wei Yicheng, who rose from humble beginnings to become the director of the research institute, got where he is today by being extremely cautious and careful in every step he took. It's not hard to see that even if he was a newcomer, he would still be able to tell his intentions and prudence.
Secondly, even if Wei Yicheng had made some mistakes, it would have been better for him to correct them immediately rather than letting things get out of hand. Even if Lu Yuanyang wanted to exchange her undergraduate degree for a master's degree in order to marry and have children with Wei Yicheng in the future, it wouldn't be difficult for Wei Yicheng to find a university to settle down in, given his reputation and influence in the academic circle.
Moreover, there is also a small-mindedness that cannot be revealed to outsiders. Even if we assume that Wei Yicheng is a hypocrite who is only interested in Lu Yuanyang's appearance, it's still not necessary for him to go after her. From a cost-benefit perspective, she is not the best choice. Once he gets entangled with this kind of woman who is easy to get on the wrong side of, he will end up losing his skin. Furthermore, in today's labor market, there are many beautiful and cheap alternatives available, and it would be better for him to choose one of them rather than getting stuck with Lu Yuanyang.
Apart from the "cost-effective" theory that is only used for private conversations at midnight, all those thrilling judgments have been repeatedly simulated and demonstrated by Zhen Liufu to Lu Gongzhu, who basically acknowledges this lifesaving straw-like strategy: "Are you sure he thinks that way? How confident are you?" People often seek comfort in quantity when they can't get qualitative satisfaction.
"If I were him, I would think so," Xu Zhongliu also learned about war from the war. After all, it's impossible to break through the real bottom line, and one has to consider other people's psychological endurance. Getting a good grasp of this nuance is much more subtle than imagined: "You have to adjust your mindset first," he glanced at the acne on Farhao's right cheek, which according to traditional Chinese medicine theory, indicates lung heat inside the body.
All students who have read Deng's theory know that today's China dares to "take solid steps in construction and strive for a relatively comfortable life" because of its basic judgment on the international situation - a world war cannot be fought in the short term, as the forces loving peace are growing, and imperialism is becoming increasingly unpopular. However, this is only the result of general logical analysis, and the actual situation is much more complicated. Comrade Xiaoping once earnestly taught us to beware of the madness of hegemonism, that is, others may take risks even when conditions are not ripe or very unripe. The reason is the same, humans are not absolutely rational animals, especially when facing the test of love and affection. For example, from Yu's words, it can be inferred that Xu did not know that Wei's lover was not at home recently, "the key dynamics". It is easy to imagine that if Lu could obtain such important strategic information in the first time, there would have been thousands of speculations and guesses. Since the lovers' vows can leave a hand to survive the winter, Xu, an outsider, would naturally prefer to "watch the chess game without speaking, a true gentleman".
"Every time I hear you analyze these things, I think of one person," Yuen Hang reluctantly returned to the computer and continued with that piecemeal trivial matter. Of course, she also understood the simple truth that "you two are really alike."
This was not the first time that Zhěn Liú had heard Lù Yuǎn Háng mention "that person", and repeatedly express his strong desire to introduce them, but each time his enthusiasm seemed to sink into the sea without a trace. At first, he still had an interest in breaking through the pot to ask what was going on, to see who this mysterious person was, but Lù Yuǎn Háng always pushed it off with various excuses, only saying that it was a special friend, and that they would eventually reveal their true face. As time went on, Zhěn Liú also got used to this search for "him" in the crowd, treating it as if he were a "mountain in the void". It even had a gradually familiar feeling of nostalgia. Girls often talk about so-and-so Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li, Jia, Shi, Wang, Xue, but not all of them are lucky enough to be listed among new loves and old flames. Most of them have extraordinary abilities, but if you lift up the pole to examine it carefully, it's often half true and half false, from 30% fact to 70% fabrication, with some rough and crude character images that can even be seen in storytelling. The reason for this is to let those around her who are suspicious or curious know about her situation of being a small grain in the vast ocean. There are strong people among the strong, if you want to "not fear the floating clouds blocking your view", unless you're "only because you're at the highest level". However, compared to these fake-but-true situations of love and relationships, Lù Yuǎn Háng seems much more straightforward, tending to put all his actions on the table rather than using fabricated bubbles to inflate his own value. Unfortunately, when the awkwardness really arrived, this confident attitude of watching the storm from a distance was not able to be maintained until the end.
Outside the window, the moonlight is getting stronger. The little fatty starts to get lazy and stops winking and making eyes at people. He begins to talk to himself and "originally" creates a new style of seal script: "Actually, these example characters were also written by people back then, why do they have to use his as the standard?" He hands over the freshly created history to Far Voyage for review, while justifying himself with a self-satisfied smile.
