Twelfth, Shared Pillow
Marry a Chinese man, and you'll have clothes to wear and food to eat; marry a Chinese woman, and you'll suffer from cold and hunger.
A good husband is one who can provide a life of "stretching out one's hand and opening one's mouth" for his wife, while men seeking wives are more concerned with looks and figure. For thousands of years, we have taken it for granted that the two sexes have different purposes and standards in choosing partners. In most cases, men are obviously more passionate, while women can use this to achieve a warm and comfortable life, or even get rich first. However, they shouldn't be too happy too soon, as the half-life of aesthetics is much shorter than precious metals, and it won't take long before they "replace new peaches with old symbols". Don't complain about fate being unfair, on the contrary, just like when you counted the length of your admirers' fingers, since everyone is playing the same game, one must be willing to lose. Many young girls choose husbands based on market economy patterns, but expect them to have feudal-style loyalty to themselves - isn't this a dream?
Darwin tells us that the tragedy of starting in chaos and ending in abandonment will be repeated, after all, it is still the law of evolution at work. The different attitudes of the two sexes towards "that thing" are indeed the ghostly craftsmanship of the creator: imagine if good men and women were to follow the example of giant pandas and become ascetics, I'm afraid the human race would inevitably decline like the latter; on the other hand, if red men and green women were all passionate and enthusiastic about making love, it's likely that our descendants would soon be taken away by wolves. The sexual partners of birds and beasts do not have much loyalty to speak of, they are just borrowing this to ensure that the best genes of their species are passed down; only when men and women cooperate in choosing a partner can they both satisfy their desire to reproduce and maintain their consumer rights. Of course, it is in this sense that humans have never become civilized, no matter how hypocritical morality may seem; what's more, we have firmly occupied the top of the evolutionary chain precisely because we have taken this shameless law to its extreme. And all these memories are etched into the DNA code deep in our blood, like a tattoo on a prisoner's face that cannot be washed away.
Original sin.
That day, when Lu Fei and Yuan Hang bid farewell to the "medical forbidden zone" of Tongwai Hospital and returned to school, they decided to take the light rail instead of the bus. Along the way, they gazed at the city's suburbs being gradually swallowed up by steel and concrete. After some consultation and guidance, Yuan Hang's mood seemed to have improved, and he began to talk more. According to this "insider", many years ago, when Yang Qingyu was still a student, Yuan Lei had a close friend who was a kindred spirit, belonging to the aesthetic paradigm of admiring only the beauty of love (unlike today's couples who are together just for fun in the dull school life). They were already at the stage where they should have been discussing marriage, but due to well-known reasons, they missed each other. What made Lu Yuanhang somewhat indignant was that even if he couldn't keep the "in sickness and in health" promise of a church wedding vow, he should have at least given his partner some time to grieve. However, the woman who had been expected to be his new bride had instead chosen to leave him cleanly and quickly, and soon flew away with another pursuer, reportedly living happily ever after.
It's just another cliché story like those that happen around us every day.
"Oh, that's..." At night, Xu Zhenliu saw Wu Yu staring blankly at the trash bag and wet wipes that had unexpectedly fallen out of her backpack while packing up as usual. She suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to return these two "magic tools" to Lu Yuanhang when they broke up. After all, a girl's small backpack couldn't hold too many miscellaneous items. "That was something I bought at the supermarket on a whim, you can have it," Lu Yuanhang had repeatedly explained. What he saw and heard today wasn't enough to tell outsiders about, especially those gossiping mouths related to the hospital. Finally, he specifically warned him not to tell Wu Yu, and solemnly threatened that if he did, he would forever lose the Peach Blossom Spring by the riverbank of Wuling Creek. If Xu Zhenliu hadn't clearly felt that Lu Yuanhang seemed to have a more colorful underwater iceberg that he hadn't revealed yet, and planned to continue investigating, she really wouldn't want to "sleep in the same bed but have different dreams" with lovely Teacher Wu.
"You've never used it before," Wu Yu's expression became very unnatural, she stuffed this unexpected discovery into the bottom drawer, actually this less-visited corner was not where such daily consumables were usually placed: "It's enough, don't buy it again next time."
Zhen Liu only then noticed that the household was using a rare blue trash bag, which had always been consistent and never changed. It's said that it can only be occasionally sold at a small supermarket a few stations away from home.
Teacher Wang Shuo has a book called "The Ignorant Are Fearless", indeed, many fears will only show their power after the pain has subsided and people have had time to reflect on it, which is what people often refer to as "thinking back on it makes me shudder". After visiting Tongtian Hospital for half a day, classmate Jingliu's mood was still not bad overall. This kind of "wonder" that is heard about but never seen before only existed in legends and jokes, who would have thought that the world is indeed full of strange things. In this new era where "our lives are sweeter than honey", newspapers and media will certainly not use their valuable space to reveal unpleasant truths, while the dark corners that information cannot reach often provide fertile ground for ugliness to grow.
Xu Zhongliu may not have a sense of historical mission like "getting a vast mansion with thousands of rooms, and bringing joy to all the poor scholars under heaven", but he still can't help but think about his old friend Yuan Shifu, otherwise the "white coat" who only met him once at the hospital door wouldn't appear in his dreams to "make a diagnosis", making him toss and turn, and when he closes his eyes, he seems to hear a nagging, hoarse female voice: "Are you insomnia? Tick-tock, tick-tock... how long has it been? Our conditions are very good here, we have American-made brain stereotactic deep-seated nuclear cluster gamma knife, whole-body convulsive electroshock therapy without anesthesia, once you come, you'll fall asleep..."
"What's wrong?" Seeing the living room floor lamp on, Wu Yu came out with a half-biased bun, and judging from her eyes that still had a faint glow, she seemed to have fallen asleep quickly as well.
"It's nothing," although the soft and melodious voice, but the little fatty with a guilty conscience was still startled: "Maybe it's too exciting, not sleepy at all." Now that things have come to this, the daytime "Green Wild Elf" is even harder to explain.
"Are you scared?" She half-sat on the armrest of the sofa, pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped the boy's forehead full of sweat: "You're all grown up, are you?"
"No," although he knew that his little trick would not deceive the all-knowing Little Wu, he still maintained verbally the four basic principles: "I watch TV for a while and then go to sleep."
"It's a bit late," she didn't raise her head to look at the old-fashioned wall clock in front of her, probably prepared: "It's almost the end of the semester, you still have school tomorrow." Along with a refreshing scent, Wu Yu got up and patted the pillow: "You go sleep at my place."
Heaven and earth have a conscience, although he had plotted many times before, but this time he was not pretending, as the saying goes, what belongs to you will always be yours. Xu Zhennan understood that at this moment, any hesitation or excuse would stir up the originally clear water, so he followed the momentum and "obeyed without being forced", but those previous wolf-hearted and dog-lunged ones were inopportune, making his heart which was supposed to be free from distractions fill with guilt. It seems that sinister plots are indeed not worth it, don't even think about it.
At first, Wu Yu thought of returning to his original small room and letting the double bed be given to the plump and deep Meatball, but Zhentao resisted this proposal on the grounds that he had just gotten used to sleeping. In fact, the reason why he was so arranged, although not sinister, was also not as light as a feather, and the reason was still inseparable from the increasingly crowded shared closet, and in order to see more of each other's faces when coming and going. It turned out that success is in heaven, despite calculating all the tricks, Zhentao still never thought that the original Little 99 would have such a fragrant aftermath.
With such a "ghost fetus" in mind, when he finally lay down beside Wu Yu, Xu Zhongliang naturally found it even harder to fall asleep. Although he had fantasized about it countless times before, when the moment of truth arrived, he would often become so nervous that his hands and feet were numb, and he was no better than a blank sheet of paper with a calm mind. Although the beauty was by his side, Little Fatty found himself even more at a loss for what to do than before. On his own bed, he could still toss and turn, but here, he didn't dare change positions, feeling stifled all over, and could only mechanically adjust that suddenly fast and slow pounding heartbeat. It's said that weightlifters' usual training results are surprisingly high, and even second-rate athletes can rival world records, but when they step into the spotlight, they inevitably suffer a huge discount, no matter who they are. Therefore, during the three precious attempts at the competition, it's not so much about competing in strength as it is about competing psychologically, or what's called actual combat experience.
"Are you still afraid?" Wu Yu was originally lying on her side with her back to the boy, but when she heard his heavy breathing that didn't calm down for a long time, she turned over. In the dim light against the darkness, she could still make out her blurry eyes.
"No, I..." Although he had gotten used to putting one leg outside the blanket, he could still feel his cheeks burning with a flush, and for a moment, didn't know how to explain.
"Hey," said Little Wu, smiling as she pulled the pillow up a bit and reached over the boy's head with her right arm to wrap it around his shoulders, then gently leaned him against her side: "How old are you?"
The bedroom was filled with the fragrance of lemon, seemingly from a certain indoor spray of the "Gde" brand. The pillow seemed to recall that this word originally referred to an open green area in the forest. Indeed, at this moment, it was as if he was basking in the warm and gentle sunlight of autumn, calm and peaceful, gradually falling into a deep and boundless reverie, as if returning to the playground of his childhood, or like the pursuit of love in the afternoons of his youth...
When he opened his eyes again, the boy found himself wrapped in a warm quilt with a faint scent. On the bedside table, the alarm clock was jumping up and down tirelessly. Through the half-closed curtains, everything was shrouded in a deep yellow haze. The sound of people's voices could be heard outside the window, it was already 9:50.
In the Western education system, there are two different ways to "pass" the graduate stage, also known as "by course" and "by essay". Although they differ in approach, both can lead to success, similar to the Buddhist concepts of gradual enlightenment and sudden enlightenment. Simply put, the former involves taking courses to gradually accumulate credits, which can be used to grant a degree without the need for a final examination; the latter involves completing a thesis to complete one's studies in one go, although the defense is not so easy to pass. Looking at our own education system, we have not only required and elective courses, but also professional courses, and finally, we need to write a lengthy thesis of 30,000 words or more. It's no wonder that this is the hometown of Confucius and Mencius - you need to meet the requirements and be meticulous in your work! Is it really because our education resources are so abundant that we don't know how to use them? On the contrary, among the top 50 universities globally, sometimes not even a single simplified Chinese character can be found. Chairman Mao said: "How many battles can you fight with how many troops?" It's true that "equipment determines tactics". If you can't even afford a rifle and a few bullets, but still want to "be grand", the result will only be mediocrity in all aspects. No wonder he wanted universities to stop classes and make revolution back then. It seems that if the deep-seated problems are not solved, no matter how much pizza or hamburgers you eat, it's still a brain full of mush.
Compared to other departments, the Language Institute's final exams are relatively serious, but they're still just a formality. The content of the exam papers is already well-known to everyone, unless you're so lazy that you don't even bother to flip through your homework, in which case you'll definitely fail. To be honest, as long as you pass the graduate school entrance exams, everything else will follow naturally and you'll basically be fine. For many years, the reason why we've stuck to the "strict entry, lenient exit" policy is to use a seemingly fair but actually arbitrary standard to make many knowledgeable people "admit defeat". Unfortunately, our quotas are limited, and on this issue, it seems that Chinese people have suddenly become very pragmatic.
Without experiencing wind and rain, how can we see the rainbow? Winter has come, will spring be far away? The "exam week" like a child's play is over soon, and the first semester has quietly ended. To implement the party central government's policy concept of "scientific development", to carry out the Ministry of Education's instruction spirit of building a "harmonious campus", and to steadily advance the Institute Party Committee's glorious decision to create a "humanities palace"; after the secretary's proposal, the class committee discussed and decided on the basis of full argumentation and listening to public opinion: the party branch joint working group "Xue Zi 2007 No. 3 Document" decided that "it is possible to consider holding a 'gathering' activity for the whole class, if not, students from other places will all be gone, don't say I didn't warn you". Of course, such an important task has again been gloriously and arduously placed on the shoulders of NGOs, if there are mistakes, it is easy to investigate responsibility, and the first one to bear the brunt is Cheng Yi.
Recently, Cheng Yi, who rarely shows his emotions and has a dimple on each side of his mouth when he smiles, is going through an unusual low point. Although the "going abroad" incident involving Gu Shan has gradually faded from people's minds as she has been keeping a low profile, the ripples in his heart have only grown stronger and more turbulent, making it hard to distinguish reality from fantasy.
People often say that you don't appreciate something until you lose it. However, sometimes the reason we miss something is not because we cherished it, but simply because of our instinct for possession. When Xu Zhongliu was in elementary school, he participated in a spring outing organized by his school and bought a hydrogen balloon at an amusement park. But when everyone was ready to leave, the unlucky kid accidentally let go of the balloon, which flew high into the sky, causing him to cry uncontrollably.
Wang, the principal, tried to comfort him by asking his grandson, who was two years older than Xu Zhongliu, to give up his own balloon. However, Xu Zhongliu didn't really care about the balloon at first, but when he saw someone else playing with it, he felt a burning desire to get it back. So, when no one was looking, he secretly used a toothpick to pop the balloon.
The only person who witnessed the whole incident was Wu Yu, and she never revealed the secret over the years. But from then on, she looked at Xu Zhongliu in a different light.
Here is the translation:
Cheng Yi, who has always been generous and willing to spend money for a good cause, would not back down because of a balloon. However, when romantic relationships are involved, many general rules have rare exceptions. In fact, the two originally had no more than a close friendship, and Gu Shuang was at most one of Cheng Yi's key protégés. Who would win or lose depended on fate. But when public opinion pushed him to the forefront, Cheng Yi began to feel helpless, and if he couldn't turn things around, he would be suspected of fleeing in defeat. Some people didn't understand, and even went so far as to say that after ten years of fighting against Vietnam, our army had paid a heavy price in blood and finally achieved a "glorious victory", why did we end up returning the land soaked with martyrs' blood to the enemy? If only they knew now what they didn't know then, it would have been better to "endure" back then. However, politics is like this - one moment it's sunny, the next it's rainy. Not fighting is not enough to establish authority, but whether or not to calculate the gains and losses of a city or a region can depend on the overall strategy and be adjusted accordingly.
We are all drifters in this world, why must we know each other before meeting? Xu Zhen always couldn't understand why he often got to know many "inside stories" from Cheng Yi's side after traveling far. To be honest, he should have been able to infiltrate the enemy's inner circle more easily. In fact, men's psychology of monopolizing their partners is very strange. They can proudly take their girlfriends in super short skirts to show off on the streets, but often don't want to share the pillow talk between them with sworn brothers. Of course, if the object of confession changes to a bosom friend, it's a different story. For example, Cheng and Lu were united in finding a gathering place for their class. The same sad place, but if they poured out their hearts to the old men, they might become a laughing stock for being weak, so it's safer to add fuel to the fire with red sleeves.
Of course, this logic is not universally applicable, and Eastern and Western cultures have different attitudes towards it. For example, the upcoming New Year's party for Qian Liuyu's class was ultimately decided to be held at a nearby KTV, a form of entertainment that originated in Japan and South Korea, was introduced to mainland China through Hong Kong and Taiwan, and has become very popular here. This is one of the latest creations of the Chinese character cultural circle, which is hard to find in developed capitalist countries. The reason why the bars and nightclubs that have been popular in Europe and America for centuries are not as popular in our country is probably due to the national character. Leaders who have visited Western countries may have a deep understanding of this. Foreigners do everything openly, even striptease shows are watched together by everyone, whereas China is a country that values etiquette and likes to keep things private, even if it's just singing a song, people prefer to stay in a private room.
This kind of private gathering would be okay if it were with three or five close friends, but if it's like Xu Zhifeng and his group, with twenty people crammed into a stuffy room with only the TV screen flickering occasionally, it's a bit ridiculous.
"Hello," a slender young woman wearing a synthetic leather advertising suit sashayed into the large private room where the 06-level graduate students had just settled in, her high-waisted leather boots and long-sleeved jacket unexpectedly setting off the preciousness of her short skirt. In this smoke-filled place, even the weather seemed to be at the beck and call of money: "What would you like to order? We have..."
"Huh?" Class leader Shi Li, with his Shandong accent, suddenly spoke up: "Didn't they say there was free buffet and drinks?" The string of Arabic numerals on the price list made him too distracted to care about showing elegance and poise in front of the charming face of the "liquor lady", which was becoming increasingly enchanting under the flickering light.
"Yes, yes, there is," although he had been through many battles, but facing such a sudden and unconventional question, especially in front of many female comrades, Cheng Yi was obviously a bit embarrassed: "These, these are single points," seeing the leader's angry face not reduced, he gritted his teeth and added in a low voice: "You...ah...we can't point."
"Ah", "Class Core" felt relieved: "We don't want anything," he said, throwing the wine list onto the marble table, a smile playing on his lips as he admired the smooth skin under her transparent stockings.
The salesgirl walked away slowly under the gaze of everyone, with the Carlsberg logo shining brightly behind her back. She didn't seem to feel disappointed at all. Experience has shown that the guests usually appear only around midnight, and this rehearsal was just a routine affair anyway.
"Do you think her outfit is sexy?" Unlike Yunwen, who would envy and admire with a hint of disdain, Lu Yuanhang was more daring and skilled at finding confidence from others, and wasn't afraid of "authority". Nowadays, on the streets of big cities, those old-fashioned people who wore clothes made by merchants for free advertising, thinking they were fashionable, have become increasingly rare. Of course, that stunning model-like woman earlier is a different story altogether.
"Sensual!" Makoto said with a straight face, leaving no room for negotiation: "Because she looks like an object." Before Haruka could ask any questions, he directly cut to the chase. Earlier, Ishihara's domineering attitude had made Makoto feel a bit disgruntled, so he took this opportunity to vent his frustration.
In this setting, Su Yunwen didn't show any signs of nervousness like she did at the last cold dinner party. She took the lead in choosing familiar tunes, while also inviting other classmates to "enjoy together", especially their rarely seen class teacher Yuan Fei. However, others wouldn't be so oblivious, even if they wanted to show off a little, they'd rather wait until Yunwen was exhausted before making their move. In this circle, there's no market for stealing the mic, and instead, there's a risk of being left out in the cold. Having someone like Yunwen who came uninvited wasn't a bad thing, it was actually a good opportunity to bring out the best in others. To be honest, Yunwen was indeed talented and full of energy, but she did waste some resources - many fellow music lovers who often sang solo couldn't keep up with her accompaniment, and even with a band, they'd go off-key. But Yunwen was the opposite, she was the type who wouldn't budge no matter what, whether there was accompaniment or not, everything revolved around her. Zhen really worried that this newly imported 3D surround sound Karaoke system would be ruined by Yunwen's unpredictable melody lines.
"Who is this?" "Super Girl Voice" finally returned to her seat, but everyone's ears didn't get a chance to rest: "I saw it for the first time," Su Yunwen picked up a mirror-faced mobile phone with deep blue light from the sofa, and the new glass-like shell unapologetically revealed the high-end product's unique domineering and sharpness.
"Hey," said Ai Mei, leisurely peeling a melon seed beside her, with a helpless tone, "Xiao Zhong said the original phone was too old and insisted on changing it. The ones he chose were all too expensive and didn't look good, so this one is just barely okay."
In fact, although Du Xiaozhong has just joined an international big brand, their Western-style management system is most concerned with getting what you pay for, neither keeping idle people nor having a big pot of rice. For someone in his position as a newcomer and runner, the treatment may not be much better than before, it's just that when handing out business cards, there's an extra sense of pride. Although Xu Zhongliu has never been concerned with fashion trends, he still knows about that "Motorola K1" that was advertised everywhere on the streets, if the information Yi Xin inadvertently revealed at the beginning of the year is not outdated, it's really hard to imagine how Du Xiaozhong, who has always been cautious and introverted, would spend a few months' worth of hard-earned money on something "too expensive".
People die, people throw away goods. The "Love Witness" phone that Wei Laoshi gave to Lu Yuanhang a year ago was now as embarrassing as their current relationship. She hastily sent the text message and threw the once-exciting phone into the pocket of her windbreaker on the back of the sofa. Now, the update cycle of mobile phones can be summed up in four words: "dizzying and confusing". Bill Gates once said, "We are only 18 months away from bankruptcy." It seems that this judgment, which was considered alarmist, is actually conservative. In just a few weeks, it can become the dividing line between fashion and backwardness. In fact, people who have been to Europe and America know that even in those big cities, the mobile phone trend is not as overwhelming as it is here. Some new products are specifically designed for the Chinese, Japanese, and Korean markets, and they don't even have a chance to go on sale in their home countries. At least, the wealthy class won't abandon their old phones just because they're out of style. The Chinese people's preference for new things over old ones is being reinforced with ulterior motives, and it's laughable that we, who are in the midst of a great revival, are still happily paying for these electronic waste products that are not cheaper than opium.
"Have you been happy lately?" Ai Mei also returned the courtesy, smiling as she tidied up her short hair that reached her ears: "How's it going with that guy of yours?" It was clear that Ai Mei was referring to Li Bin, who owed his existence to her. Undercover work was already fraught with high risks, and openly playing matchmaker was even more so. Even from Xu Zhenliu's incomplete rumors, this was already the nth time she had shown an unusually high level of concern about this matter.
"What can I do?" Su Yunwen gently closed her phone and put it back in its original position, abandoning her intention to investigate further: "There are many people staring at him, what am I?" The girl shook her head, tossing the strand of black hair that had been tucked behind her ear back down again, with a hint of sharpness in her tone as if she was implying something else.
"Don't be discouraged," Ai Mei was still enthusiastic, rubbing the thigh of Yunwen's tight dark blue jeans: "He is a golden tortoise."
"I'm not after that," Yunwen turned to the other side, stretched out her hand and moved the backpack behind her, but didn't intend to open it: "Are you looking for a friend or a ticket?" Perhaps feeling a bit too pretentious, she added again, "It's not good for men to be too excellent, Houmen is as deep as the sea."
It's all talk, but when it comes down to it, things often go awry. Many people in the moonlit boudoir probably believe that waistline and income are inversely proportional. From now on, when calculating GDP, consumption categories like beauty salons, weight loss pills, breast enhancement creams, and shapewear should be considered investments. Food is heaven for the common people, but those unscrupulous merchants who disrupt the marriage market often use the excuse "without economic foundation, one will starve to death." In reality, most of them haven't fallen below the poverty line; their so-called "need for money" is just a conceptual switch - they actually just like money. When undergoing surgery, if the chief surgeon happens to be an old man, one can't help but feel exposed. This has little to do with chastity, after all, survival is key. Although it's still a bit unsettling to think about, one can endure it. However, going to nightclubs to compete in dressing games just to upgrade from a domestic 32-inch plasma TV to an imported 50-inch LCD TV - that's probably a completely different story.
"How about it?" Although it's not a big deal, Cheng Yi still tried to warm up with some small talk. He originally wanted to pass the baton to Lu Yuanhang, who was approaching, but the girl seemed to have not yet woken up from the "new peach and old symbol" earlier. So, he turned to Feng Ye, who was eating enthusiastically: "How about a song?"
Shaking head.
"Don't be modest," Cheng Yi's enthusiasm was even more intense after the high-pitched singing: "Sing whoever's, I'll help you find it." He sat by the touch screen of the song selection computer, holding the microphone forward with determination.
"No need, I'll get it myself," Feng said, his head slightly raised: "I can use the computer."
"That's not what I meant..."
"What does that mean? Knowing your family has money," Feng Yedian sat upright, seemingly not intending to escalate the dramatic situation further, but his eyes were fixed tightly on Cheng Yi: "We are from rural areas, but we have also learned about the high-tech in your city for a couple of days."
When Cheng Yi accidentally stepped into the minefield, Xu Zhilu knew that something was wrong. Last time, as the class representative, Lin Feng saw that "Feng Gangtou" had handwritten his homework and asked why he didn't use a computer to type it out, which led to a sudden and inexplicable storm of criticism. Xu Zhilu was originally thinking about how to help Cheng Yi, trying to turn the situation around without putting himself in danger, but before he could come up with a plan, the situation had already spiralled out of control like a thunderclap.
Actually, if it were half a month ago, Zhěn Liú would have probably joined forces with him to "kill anyone who dares to mess with my brother". Although he didn't have any real experience with sword fighting, he was never afraid of verbal sparring. However, a small discovery about ten days ago made him view this hotheaded "fellow student" in a different light.
At that time, Xu Zhongliu went to the school building to deliver notes to Lu Yuanhang. The loss of soul and vitality for a semester made the girl feel a bit disheartened when the exam was approaching, at least she felt guilty, so she had to find help from all sides to relieve the siege. But when he arrived at the classroom where they had agreed to meet, Lu Yuanhang was nowhere to be found, only sending a text message saying that he needed to calm down and not worry, recently, his dates with Lao Wei often ended in "dragging on" which rarely happened during their passionate period. Just as the boy was looking around aimlessly, Feng Ye happened to come to this classroom with a stack of materials to study, saw Xu Zhongliu, but didn't greet him, just smiled; not long after, he hurriedly grabbed his library card and left in a hurry. Xu Zhongliu had some respect for the irritable Feng classmate, trying to avoid unnecessary conflicts, but the boredom in this interval strangely prompted him to go forward and take a look at what this angry youth was doing. According to reason, with the exam approaching, although there's no need to be like facing a great enemy, even if it's just for the sake of having a good mood during the upcoming winter break, it's reasonable to hold on to Buddha's feet. But unexpectedly, Feng Ye seemed to be writing an article about protecting the rights and interests of migrant workers, with reference books mostly related to relevant laws and social class issues. Xu Zhongliu, who didn't dare stay long, hadn't had time to ask questions, but from the format and tone of the text, this thing was probably not a complaint material, roughly eight or nine out of ten.
Entering the 21st century, young talents no longer have the bookish air of their predecessors. Even if the Eight-Nation Alliance were to return, they would probably only be thrilled to have more opportunities to go abroad without bloodshed. Even if they don't follow Chairman Wang's example of "curved-line salvation of the country", the spiritual superiority of the May Fourth generation has long been lost. Reading books is no longer about cultivating oneself, but has degenerated into a means of making a living. Those second-rate people who are forced to stay in their hometowns and look after their families are probably also trying to curry favor with those in power and wealth. Even the sacred lyrics of "The Internationale" have been quietly castrated (the last three stanzas of the complete lyrics were deleted due to 'possible incitement of anarchist tendencies' when publicly released in our country). It's no longer worthwhile to waste time and energy trying to help the underprivileged, not only is it impossible to gain any real benefits, but it may also lead to being cleared out of the ranks as a "troublemaker" who disrupts social harmony. That Feng Yewei, who has always been extremely uncooperative, actually dared to defy the world and do something so outrageous, really makes one's eyes widen in shock.
Although the case was unclear and the evidence was insufficient, Xu Zhenliu felt that others might be doing what they wanted to do but didn't dare to do. Even if it had made him lose face before, now he was taking advantage of Cheng Yi's innocence to attack him again. However, Xu Zhenliu decided to let things go and avoid trouble. He pulled at Cheng Yi, who was somewhat at a loss, cleared his throat, and planned to take his place.
"I'll make a fool of myself," a bright voice sounded from the depths of the light, and at this slightly tense moment, it seemed even softer.
She is the class teacher.
Then, the party representatives applauded, the NPC deputies raised their hands, and the CPPCC members clapped, amidst cheers, "The Price of Love" slowly resonated.
Although she is a "nominal head", the personnel department of the school is usually quiet and few people ask about it, but Teacher Yuan is really quiet. In theory, middle-level administrative cadres like her are usually on duty from 9 to 5, even if they only have newspapers and tea cups as company, they should be ready to respond at any time. However, in the not-so-large campus, it's hard to see that seemingly calm footsteps all semester, you know she's here, but forever hidden behind clouds, unknown whereabouts. This slightly desolate "hiding" doesn't have a hint of mystery or intentionality, because if you push open the half-closed wooden door at the end of the third floor at any time, you'll immediately see a warm smile in front of your eyes.
This time, the class teacher was naturally on the list of invitees. As expected, she had not planned to join in the fun, and her reason was indeed convincing: she did not want to "stand out like a crane among chickens" among young people. However, it just so happened that Su Yunwen was the one who invited her three times, and after some persuasion, Yuan Fei still accepted the invitation with pleasure. In fact, Ruo Shui's personality should be adaptable and natural, just like the Buddhist concept of "going with the flow". Refusing people from afar would only make her seem pretentious. And when it seemed that this existence was about to be forgotten, she would suddenly appear in front of you without warning, just like what happened earlier.
"Do you still remember the dreams of our youth, like a flower that never withers? It accompanied me through wind and rain, witnessing the impermanence of things and the vicissitudes of life. The price paid for love is forever unforgettable; all the sincere and devoted words remain in my heart, even though he's no longer here..."
Often people question the non-transparency of China's power operation, and from this, a series of dissatisfaction is generated. In fact, under certain absolute value conditions, information has a density that is inversely proportional to the number of individuals in a unit channel. Simply put, it is difficult not to hide anything in a society of hundreds of millions of people, regardless of political attitude.
On the other hand, if we really want to promote the supervisory mechanisms of European and American countries, Chinese people who are used to closing doors may feel uncomfortable. For example, in small circles like the Language Research Institute, public opinion "supervision" has already reached a level where everyone is on guard, even someone as low-key as Teacher Yuan cannot escape the all-pervasive rumors.
According to a certain unnamed person, although Yuan Tong is low-key and unassuming, he is actually very shrewd and accurate in his actions. In the past, he had also made a name for himself by accurately identifying future "high-growth stocks" among many other options, laying a solid material foundation for his happy life in the second half of his life. His son-in-law was originally from an academic background, and the two met at a research conference between universities. They can be considered a talented couple, but of course, it took time and effort to win over the girl's heart. At that time, China was in the initial stage of capital accumulation during the reform period, and selling things on the street could make more money than university presidents. Therefore, the clever teacher brother gave up his academic pursuits and started a business, relying on his knowledge of psychology to build relationships. In just a few years, he established a successful career and achieved success in both his work and love life. He didn't bother with trivial things like training or cultural industries, nor did he rely on selling intellectual property rights to make a living. Instead, he went all out to achieve big things. In short, by now, he has become a prominent figure, and it's not an exaggeration to say that investing in immigration to Antarctica or the Arctic Ocean would be no problem for him. In one sentence, Beijing is too small for him, and he can make a big impact wherever he goes.
The story is inevitably subject to benevolent processing or malicious tampering in the process of transmission, from "Homer's Epic" and "Gesar King's Biography" to "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Journey to the West", are all masterpieces supported by folk artists throughout the ages. From an information theory perspective, noise inevitably leads to distortion, as the artistic charm that touches people's hearts gradually strengthens, it is also inevitable that the distance from the original truth will gradually drift away, there must be gains and losses, otherwise, those "hooked scholars" with a penchant for investigation in later generations would probably have nothing to eat.
As Dr. Li Changyu, a detective, said: "Forty percent of the evidence will have major problems, and what we need to do is find the opposite side of things, through a clue, to suspect and find the truth." In fact, any rumor should be questioned first, especially when it has a close relationship with the person who spread it. As for the various rumors about Teacher Yuan, the information I got from Yuanyuan seems very suspicious. She was able to enter the research institute's admissions department through Wei Yicheng's back door. Not only that, but Lu Gongzhu even suspected that Yuan and Wei had an intimate relationship beyond ordinary friendship, but she couldn't come up with any convincing evidence or logical reasoning. The reason why Yuanyuan likes to expose explosive information is certainly related to her imagination and scattered thinking, but this is also a common trick used by girls. Indeed, on this issue, the difference between men and women is striking. Men often keep their romantic stories secret, and even if they ask around, they will be suspected of being petty. However, female friends are just the opposite - they like to half-jokingly, half-seriously spread rumors about how their "he" has conquered everyone. This is not surprising, as it's similar to the logic of doing business: merchants always shout "come in and take a look", even if the deal doesn't work out, they're happy to have some atmosphere; however, customers who spend money probably don't want the clothes they bring home to have been tried on by others, no matter how clean they are washed afterwards.
Despite the aura of mystery surrounding Yuan, Xu Zhen's attitude towards rumors about her was always one of respectful distance. Of course, whether or not you believe it, rumors may have been fabricated, but they also contain some seeds of truth.
Even bystanders are like watching flowers in the fog, let alone Lu Yuanhang who is on the spot. Originally content with being behind others, she found an excuse and volunteered to sing "You're Not the Only One" after Teacher Yuan took his final bow amidst applause.
"In the eyes of a lover, praying not to see the dawn; you don't want me to, but I insist, it's a name. Hard to keep you by my side, even if I can, it's also a burden on your heart; you don't want me to, yet you ask, will I wait? The world has many playboys like you, you say there's fate but no destiny; the world has many weaklings like me, everywhere is also a lonely lover..."
The lyrics are in Cantonese, but they won't stump true "insiders".
