Eighteen, Uprising
In recent years, there has been a popular post on the internet:
"In ancient times, Japan was plagued by wars and had a shortage of men. To increase the birth rate, the Emperor decreed that men could have relations with any woman at any time or place to increase fertility rates. As a result, women would only wear a bed sheet and carry a pillow when going out, eventually giving rise to the traditional 'kimono'. The children born did not know who their fathers were, and the women only remembered the location of the encounter, which is how surnames like 'Matsushita', 'Inoue', 'Watanabe', and 'Yamaguchi' originated. Despite this, the population still couldn't meet demands, so the Emperor further decreed that from then on, objects could be extended to all animals that could be found, thus giving rise to surnames like 'Shishi', 'Inokami', 'Kamo', 'Inui', 'Kuma', and 'Shinme'..."
Under the author's "Come on in, Chinese people" threats and temptation, it didn't take long for this latest "research result" to become widely known.
Whether the Japanese emperor ever made such a desperate decision, I don't dare to comment. However, Qianlong, who was known as "the greatest emperor in history", did indeed impart some wisdom to his close ministers on one occasion: when the Macartney Embassy came to the Summer Palace to celebrate his birthday, he was utterly shocked by the self-striking clock, orrery, telescope and rapid-firing guns they brought with them.
"It may be casually mentioned in conversation with him that the articles which your country presents are also found in China."
Looking back on the past, Chinese people have not changed at all, indulging in self-deceptive spiritual victories every day. It's no wonder that this nation is not backward and beaten; until today, aren't we still endlessly debating whether Macartney bowed three times and knocked nine times to Emperor Qianlong or not?
Even in a small family, the situation is similar. As the saying goes, "dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, and rat begets rat that can dig holes", just like we cannot choose our skin color, the character of parents' clan will inevitably be passed down to their children along with their bloodline. When Chinese people scold others on the street, they often use phrases like "turtle grandson", "king eight eggs", ***... which do not directly attack the person themselves but rather seek out the root of the problem from their family background; from a sociological perspective, this still makes some sense.
Zhen Liang clearly remembered that the last time they met, Yuan Hang's mother had tearfully complained to him about her daughter's incomprehension and grievances. Faced with such a humble and self-deprecating Eastern Bed son-in-law, why did she have to belittle herself? You don't take the Yangguan Road, but you come to the gate of hell instead. This kind of "happiness", even if it's really obtained, can one be at peace with themselves? A thousand words boiled down to one sentence: "Who is she following? Why is she so foolish?"
No need to say, from a young age watching "In Memory of Norman Bethune" could make Xu Zhongliu sob to the point of almost dying, he couldn't withstand this amount of sentimentalism. Before even being called by Lu's mother, he voluntarily joined in using the already used twice handkerchief. Despite that, after crying to the point where no more tears could be squeezed out and only hiccups remained, Zhongliu understood in his heart that Yuan Hang's downfall was precisely due to the adverse effects of "three generations creating a noble".
Just like the vast majority of her peers, Lu Mama used to sing "Chairman Mao's Warriors Listen to the Party" and splashed her colorful youth on the hot land of rural areas. Fortunately, she didn't become a shareholder by speculating in stocks like Feng Ye's mother, who was born with a beautiful face but died young. People often say that women without talent are virtuous, but in special circumstances, being unattractive is easier to preserve one's vitality than being untalented. The reason why Napoleon's military uniforms, which were so eye-catching that they feared enemy snipers would miss their target, had to be improved into camouflage suits that looked like trees from afar and still looked like trees up close, was probably inspired by similar ideas. However, in an era when people hadn't even heard of family planning, Lu Mama's "date pit-shaped" figure, which unknowingly concealed many communist successors, was actually favored by the grassroots masses, especially in rural areas where labor-intensive industries dominated. After all, relief grain was distributed according to the number of people, so who wouldn't want to have more children? Although there were opportunities to "actively strive for progress", Lu Mama persisted in her belief that she would not "unite" with poor and lower-middle peasants, and single-mindedly waited for the day when she could return to the city.
In fact, she was already at a disadvantage from the start, and it wasn't until her late 20s that she entered the marriage market, rendering her completely uncompetitive. However, Lu's mother still managed to find the rare "needle in a haystack" thanks to her exceptional intelligence and shrewdness. To put it simply, Farhang's father was a rare gem: as a key technical expert in the solar industry, he had the backing of the state; more importantly, this honest and down-to-earth senior engineer had always been content with his role, allowing his wife to take charge of household affairs without any ambition for power. To be frank, this type of "old bachelor" may not seem impressive at first glance, but they are actually the most practical choice.
The Yangtze River's waves push forward, one generation stronger than the last; although Luoyun Hang's elegant and refined demeanor can't compare to the likes of Shen Yue and Li Yitong, she's still a project worth hyping up. Indeed, from young to old, she's carried the weight of her mother's expectations, even if she couldn't marry into a wealthy family, she'd at least "bring joy to parents all over the world, not regretting being born a girl". It's no wonder that these "old" people who can't bear to look back on their past often have this mindset, relying on their only child to make up for their own incomplete life. Of course, Luoyun Hang didn't disappoint her mother, she was very aware of her own value and had been waiting for the chance to show off her skills, like in those artistic photos from her teenage years that showed a hint of "when will I tie down the dragon". After debuting, she became even more unstoppable, always being an active participant in emotional performances, those well-planned image operations didn't need to be said, this girl with an exceptionally keen sense of smell had always been highly alert to the winds and grasses around her, so much so that Luoyun Hang could know people's intentions towards her even before she herself did.
In feudal China, rulers have always adhered to the strategy of "emphasizing agriculture and suppressing commerce". In their eyes, "businessmen" are all idle and lazy, relying on speculation and profiteering to get rich. Indeed, if everyone spent all day thinking about how to put money from others' pockets into their own, rather than working hard in spring plowing, summer weeding, autumn harvesting, and winter storing, this society would not last long. So, those gentle ladies who are preparing to rely on one or several wedding ceremonies to achieve their life ideals should spend more time studying macroeconomics instead of empty-handedly trying to catch a wolf.
In the stock market, players who are deeply trapped are often afflicted with greed. They turn a money tree into a hot potato after failing to sell at high prices. In fact, those older unmarried women who are anxious to get married often have this mentality, and after picking and choosing, they end up with inferior goods. As a result, they hastily treat landmines as treasures like sailors on a long voyage. On the other hand, small-time investors who are content with their modest wealth laugh all the way to the bank. Without many options, they seize opportunities and "buy in full", and end up making a fortune.
I'm sure many people still remember those Mid-Autumn Festival gift boxes from two years ago that came with gold and silver packaging, along with the usual dry mooncakes. It's not hard to understand why - after all, there's only so much you can do with mooncakes themselves. Businessmen who were desperate for ideas had to think of something new.
Similarly, in the dating market, those who have tried every trick in the book and are still bored might try something new, especially if they're not top-notch players like Lu Yuanhang. If they can't compete directly with the likes of Li Xiyan, they'll have to resort to more underhanded tactics.
With their inherent pride and competitiveness, combined with the reckless individualism typical of post-80s generations, who else would be a better candidate for disaster?
In fact, the practice of "borrowing a corpse to return a soul" is a trick often used by those who are not reconciled to being mediocre and are facing a temporary disparity in strength that cannot be shaken. Although China's mainland has only rapidly developed for thirty years, it has also attempted to host the Olympics at great expense to make ordinary people believe that investing in this developed country is worthwhile, as if it were a " extracurricular activity" that stands tall among the world's nations. Even a small institution like the Graduate School of the Academy of Social Sciences, which always tries to play a role in the higher education landscape, is no exception. In order to appear on an equal footing with those wealthy and powerful old-timers, the Graduate School can only resort to "putting on a show" by making a big fuss over some high-profile but low-cost activities.
To implement the Party Central Committee's glorious instruction of "comprehensively building a well-off society", the Graduate Student Union decided to hold a symposium titled "'Keeping pace with the times' following the Party, 'scientific development' forging ahead" in the Academic Report Hall. A few representatives from brother institutions were also invited to give thematic speeches; of course, having learned from the lessons of previous similar activities where attendance was sparse, this time the political task specifically required each class to "ensure participation in proportion". As a result, these linguists who originally had little direct connection with governing the country and relieving the people's difficulties also threw themselves into the fervent tide of socialist construction. Especially noteworthy is that, to demonstrate organizational care, Professor Zhong, the Deputy Secretary of the Graduate School Party Committee, took time out from his busy schedule to attend the event in person and join in the revelry with the masses.
The meeting had just begun, the atmosphere was still warm, and the sparse applause allowed the agenda to proceed smoothly. But when the chairman's "final" speech was about to end, the situation suddenly took an unexpected turn.
"Shut up, stop making excuses," a passionate young man with a lean build stood up from the back row amidst the crowd's astonished whispers. Everyone recognized him as the doctoral brother who had won first prize in the previous karaoke competition, a class brother from the old revolutionary base area: "Have you ever been to the countryside?"
"I, I..." The brain-dead student leader looked at the materials he had just copied from the "Thirty Years of Reform Achievements Exhibition" in a daze, clearly not having anticipated that someone would dare to question him: "I have evidence for all this!"
"Excuse me, Mr. Chairman, do you know how many farmers have no land to farm? How many young girls go to the city to become prostitutes? How many boys drop out of elementary school..."
"Shut up!" The leader composed himself, trying to turn around the potentially out-of-control situation: "You can't generalize from a single case, this is...this is..." He was so agitated that he became somewhat incoherent, constantly looking around as if waiting for the heavenly dynasty of Ma Han and Zhang Long Zhao Hu to come down and take away these ignorant old men who didn't even know what proletarian dictatorship was. But all he saw were those guests from brother schools who were gloating over the misfortune with relish.
"It is necessary to make sacrifices in the struggle," just as Chairman Comrade was isolated and at a loss, another magnetic male voice rang out firmly. The leader was startled at first, thinking that another "coup" had arrived; fortunately, it seemed that this sudden appearance of Cheng Yaojin was to "protect" him, at least for the time being: "During the period of reform, it is inevitable that there will be some impact on the grassroots level, but in the long run, these sacrifices are all worth it." Turning his head back, he saw that it wasn't an outsider after all, but rather Wei Dan's rumored boyfriend, surnamed Duan Qing, who was now a second-year graduate student.
"If your family were scattered," at one point, the first to speak out seemed a bit caught off guard, but he became more and more courageous: "You probably wouldn't say that."
Dr. Duan smiled coldly and didn't answer directly: "I believe that society has the ability to digest these individual phenomena."
Sitting not far away, Shi Li nodded deeply, and he probably had more say in this matter than anyone else. The mountain village where Shi Ban Zhang used to teach was notoriously known as the "Widow's Village". This nickname was due to the numerous small coal mines scattered all over the mountains. Since this impoverished county, which had long relied on national subsidies for survival, began to prioritize the development of the mining industry, the local GDP has been growing at a rate of over 20% per year. As a result, the per capita income has increased even faster, and every year, more than a hundred people are crushed under the coal mines, solving the problem of family planning at the same time. Whenever an accident occurred, the mine owner, who considered himself unlucky, would inevitably give the families of the deceased a sum of "hush money" that was quite substantial in the eyes of local people, and turn major safety production responsibility accidents into minor ones. As a result, this small mountain village, which was previously unknown to outsiders, gained an additional "treasure" - young widows with consolation money. It is said that among the 360 professions, every profession has its own master. A woman with exceptionally good luck won the lottery twice in a row, and the villagers said she was unlucky for her husband. Despite having a large dowry, no one dared to marry her. Knowledge changes fate, and Shi Li, who believed in the saying "a book is like a treasure", of course understood the principle of "things will turn around when they reach an extreme". He ignored the kind advice of his fellow villagers and resolutely "digested" this "individual phenomenon". Later events proved that strange things happen all the time, and it's not surprising to see them.
Shi Li was still busy recalling his daring feat of defying the world's greatest injustice, while the fierce battle on stage had already entered its second round.
"It's not poverty that is the problem, but inequality. Currently, China's Gini coefficient (which indicates the fairness of income distribution) has reached 0.48..." The speaker was a short, bespectacled man with a deeply troubled expression.
"Inequality is not caused by reform, but rather because our reforms have not been thorough enough and have not touched on the fundamental issues." The Chinese call debate "lifting a pole", borrowing force to use force is an ancestral secret trick.
"Continue privatization and liberalization? Are you still not satisfied with the number of corrupt officials?"
"So, wanting to eradicate corruption, relying solely on internal party supervision is nonsense. Have you ever seen a patient who can operate on themselves? Taking the path of parliamentary democracy is inevitable and will happen sooner or later," said the "reform" faction with a smug expression, clearly thinking that their opponent had fallen into their carefully designed trap: "No parties outside the Communist Party, imperialist thinking!" This "Chinese Yeltsin" probably didn't know that the last sentence, which sounded like a decisive blow, was actually coined by Chen Duxiu, the founder of the Chinese Communist Party, who had just been viciously attacked by him.
In the movie "Bright Sword", Kong Jie, who commanded an army during the Korean War, concluded that the biggest weakness of American soldiers is their weak will to fight, which means they are afraid of death. In my impression, blond-haired and blue-eyed whites were originally descendants of nomadic tribes, known for their bold and brave character. When did they become more timid than Chinese people who make a living by farming? In fact, there are very few people in this world who are truly "not afraid of death", most are just "ignorant of death". Therefore, it is often the case that groups with higher levels of civilization appear to be weaker. If you don't believe me, take a look at the bloody scenes in "Saving Private Ryan" and "Band of Brothers" directed by Steven Spielberg, who announced his boycott of the Beijing Olympics after the "Tibetan incident". This guy is not good, but we have the heart to repay kindness with kindness. To generalize, among those so-called "revolutionaries" who keep shouting about socialism, how many truly understand Marx and the history of communism? They heard a few words about democracy and freedom from street vendors and followed suit, but they may not even understand what "left" and "right" mean. In short, it's just ignorance. Of course, wanting to change this habit is definitely not something that can be done overnight. Those red boys and green girls who firmly believe they were secretaries of Cupid in their previous lives often think they are right, don't they? In fact, the reason why "chicken and dog don't go to the head" is not because they want to pursue true love, but precisely because they don't understand what love is.
"Economic reform alone is like scratching an itching foot with a boot, the root cause of all the ills in China today is one-party dictatorship......" Apparently, in this round of PK, the "radicals" have taken the upper hand, and the Taiwan drama has become a monologue, the "Yeltsins" are starting to enter the grand finale of the chorus.
People often say that women's clothes are always hanging in the store, and this mountain is high and that mountain is low, which is a common problem for Chinese people since ancient times. In fact, no panacea can be applied to all four seas. The principle of Nanju Beiqi does not need to be said much. In today's China, where values are extremely unstable, strange phenomena such as "using the other side to measure the inch and shading this hundred-foot pole" are everywhere. Commercialized romance has become the mainstream of literature, and ten years of hard work on stage is not as good as three minutes on stage; if the election politics were really achieved overnight, the president might be a certain master of hype who was crowned with a monkey's bath.
"Alright, alright," as the situation was on the verge of getting out of control, "reformers" were in danger of being swept away by the surging tide, and Secretary Zhong of the Party Committee, who had been sitting at the rostrum with a stern expression all along, had to step forward to maintain order: "Everyone must pay attention to the limits now. The speaker is innocent, but cannot violate the Four Cardinal Principles." According to his own account, he had been entrusted with a critical mission during the chaos of June 4th that year, responsible for negotiating with representatives of the Research Institute's "Student Self-Government Federation", venturing into the tiger's lair alone and unaccompanied, relying on his own strength to intimidate the enemy and defeat them without fighting.
"What is 'the speaker has no crime'? You are raping public opinion," Dr. Duan said fearlessly, leading the shrimp soldiers and crab generals to continue their victory pursuit: "There is no freedom of speech, how can there be democracy?"
"How can you say that?" Secretary Zhong, who was older than Gao Debiao, apparently couldn't bear the heavy responsibility of "rape", and he innocently defended himself: "The achievements of the reform since the Third Plenary Session of the 11th Central Committee have attracted worldwide attention, our country's economy..."
"But the question is, does this so-called reform conform to Marxist principles?" The already dormant "leftists" have reignited and are now attacking the "ruling powers". Seeing that some people can't hold back their anger is a traditional virtue of us Chinese.
"Of course, Marxism is not rigid, it advances with the times!" The chairman of the conference, who had been left aside for a long time, felt that he should support this statement. No wonder others have such good fortune in their official careers! Amidst all this chaos, he still hasn't forgotten what today's conference was supposed to be about.
"Go to hell! Look, this is your chief architect of reform." It seems that the conservatives are well-prepared. A tall and thin young man with a flat head raised his hand in the midst of everyone's whispers, holding a magazine that reprinted two covers from Time Magazine featuring Deng Xiaoping as the theme, which had been used by domestic media to show China's rapid rise in international status. One cover had the title "Moving Away from Marx" and another one was even more shocking: "Banishing Mao's Ghost". "Has anyone of you been to Marx's grave in London?" In fact, the "flat head" himself is a genuine "country bumpkin", not to mention London, he didn't even know what the provincial capital looked like before he went to college. "There are no Chinese people among the throngs of tourists there, especially no Chinese leaders!" In reality, as long as you have some understanding of Western countries, you would know that there wouldn't be a huge crowd of tourists in front of any great person's grave, regardless of their glory during their lifetime. This is the most basic respect for the deceased. Only someone like "flat head", a leftover from the Red Guards who was born at the wrong time, would choose Mao Zedong Memorial Hall as the place for his first date with his girlfriend, which made the girl lose her appetite for several days and feel like everything she ate had a formaldehyde taste. It's better this way, it's much better than waiting until "flat head" on his wedding night, like the revolutionary masses who jumped in loyalty dances back then, shouted "Long live Chairman Mao, long live, long..." while working hard to...
"This, this is slander, a deliberate attempt to sow discord," the ash-colored chairman of the research association waved his plump arms like a wound-up rabbit, while behind him, Secretary Zhong's approving gaze was clearly the "power ring" that locked in sufficient electricity for him: "We will never be deceived by reactionary propaganda," the electrified rabbit fought on undaunted.
"No need to have others stir up trouble," a scornful voice came from not far away, the boy turned his head back to look, and indeed, this familiar tone was coming from Feng Ye: "Today's China is already filled with beacons of war everywhere." He was still wearing that dark red coat, leaning on one side, too lazy to even stand up straight.
Xu Zhongliu, who rarely comes to school when there are no classes, was informed of this event by Yuwen and was persuaded to come and support the scene. As usual, Su Yuwen, as the head of the Research Association, directly participated in the preparation work of the seminar. Before the debate started, she was still seen busy on the rostrum side, but it is unknown when she sat next to Feng Tongxue, who was now fiddling with a book that seemed to be a collection of papers recently published by Feng Ye's laboratory.
"Who dares to play with fire? Who?" Secretary Zhong put away his signature "not smiling, not speaking, one smile and two dimples", and menacingly revealed his benevolent yet ruthless hand.
"I still..." Seeing this, Feng Ye's eyebrows and eyes turned cold as he made a gesture to stand up, "to leave the liver and gallbladder in two Kunlun", but was tightly held back by Su Yunwen. Fortunately, soon after, the Allies took over the "revolutionary fire" from his hands, so not many people noticed this fleeting moment of electricity. When Xu Zhenliu turned his head to look back, Feng Ye had already stormed off, walking and passionately accusing something to Yunwen who was tightly holding onto him. Xu Zhenliu shook his head, couldn't help but touch his own cheek, truly admiring Yunwen's courage in dancing with the wolf, if it were him, he would have been slapped by now.
"Now, the public sector accounts for 70% of China's total fixed assets, but only creates 30% of GDP," Feng Shui turned around and it was Duan Qing who took center stage again. He busied himself by sneaking back to his dormitory to fetch "reinforcements". At this moment, he confidently displayed a "authoritative material"; Unbeknownst to them, the two factions that were previously at odds with each other had already formed a united front: "What does this show? It shows that the public ownership system has lost its vitality," he said with a flourish of his smooth hair, looking around the room with enthusiasm.
Nowadays, the angry youth are always talking about democracy and market, as if once they start universal suffrage and privatization, all of China's problems will be solved. But they don't know that when today's major developed countries were establishing their strong nation status, they almost unanimously chose a relatively centralized authoritarian system. As for "multi-party systems" and "representative democracy", those are later developments. History has proven that the actual "system" is far more important than the vague "institution". A country's prosperity and strength depend to a greater extent on "how it's done" rather than "what it is". In fact, the principle of emotional life is similar. When encountering some problems, shouting for a change of partner is not a wise move. Not only can't you find gold in the sand, but you'll also make every relationship a habitual miscarriage. The ultimate winners are usually those who can get along with anyone, while those who search for true love everywhere will probably end up empty-handed, like the cyclical "party alternation".
"Nowadays, those who are eager to hold official positions, how many of them truly believe in their ideals? North Korea also claims to be a socialist country, but it has banned Marx's works!" A slightly cold and elegant female voice brought a hint of coolness to the agitated meeting. The speaker was Xi Yongjia, a fellow student of Duan Qing and Cheng Yi, a girl from Sichuan. This spicy girl, who graduated from the History Department of Beijing Normal University, wore a light gray shirt with a slightly nipped-in waist, and her trousers had exaggerated rose patterns on them, which, together with her bright eyes and clear lip line, formed an intimidatingly refreshing appearance: "We must not only 'listen to their words' but also 'observe their actions'. If a political party loses its revolutionary nature, it is nothing but a naked interest group!" Next to her, Dr. Duan Qing was probably deeply proud of having such a moving "knight" to stand up for him at the critical moment, and he kept smiling and nodding his head.
"The party commands me, I command the gun, the party points to where, I shoot where," Secretary Zhong, who came from a military background, was still under the influence of his previous fervor and his temper was flying high along with his official position. "This is revolutionary spirit!" he exclaimed, forgetting that the trust of the masses was earned by the sacrifices of the martyrs. Even Chairman Comrade standing beside him was taken aback, feeling inferior to Zhong's passion. It seems that after all, experience is still valuable. If things in this world could be settled just by waving one's fist, leading a country would be too easy; those "angry youth" who keep shouting about solving the Taiwan problem with force probably don't know that 20% of the people on the island are "deep green" thugs who would rather die than give up their independence. Even if you could conquer the island and make all its inhabitants surrender, how would we achieve our goals for the next five years?
According to Marx's idea, the proletariat should have become the "gravedigger" of capitalist production relations. However, judging from the current situation, things seem to be going awry. Since allowing "multiple forms of ownership to develop together", our situation has become increasingly isolated. Displaced farmers, laid-off workers, and urban poor people did not vent their hatred on the evil capitalists as they did a century or two ago, but instead targeted the organs of people's democratic dictatorship. What's even more ridiculous is that those "first rich" beneficiaries seem to be ungrateful, becoming increasingly greedy, making enough money, wanting political status, letting them join the party is not enough, and then planning to kick away their benefactor and directly usurp power. Just like Secretary Zhong who was "left" and "right", today's proletarian regime is under double pressure from both conservatives and liberals, if things go wrong, don't end up like those "gravediggers" who built the Epang Palace for Qin Shi Huang, finishing their work only to be buried with him.
Chairman Mao once analyzed that China's national bourgeoisie has a congenital weakness, but more accurately, the root of this characteristic is its inherent cunning: they often do not personally charge into battle, but instead instigate some running dogs and pawns to serve as cannon fodder. Take today's debate for example, those who actively participated in organizing work and personally invited Comrade Cheng Yi, only to have him not show up. Usually, after setting the stage for others, Mr. Cheng likes to hold a camera or a small notebook, find a quiet corner to listen to the response, but this time his absence is indeed a bit unusual, it's clear that he has gone to attend to more important tasks.
For months, Lu Yuanhang had been complaining on and off about that slightly crooked wisdom tooth. He would often take a small mirror to examine it and sigh. Recently, this week, the uncomfortable "extra" little tooth has been acting up again, making the girl unable to eat or sleep, and frequently having mood swings. What the people need is what we are happy to provide. "Timely Rain" Cheng Yi, after hearing about this heartache, encouraged Yuanhang to get rid of it once and for all. Coincidentally, Cheng's father had a romantic partner in Beijing who ran a dental clinic, so this little problem was easily solved. So today, Cheng accompanied Lu to take care of the tooth and end the suffering.
The tooth known as the "third molar" is commonly referred to as the "wisdom tooth" or "standing tooth" in various cultures, mainly due to its characteristic of only emerging after the owner's mind has matured. Unfortunately, this late-blooming show-off often fails to receive fair treatment: when other teeth have problems, people will tirelessly correct and repair them, but with wisdom teeth, they are quick to pull them out at the slightest inconvenience; ultimately, it is because they do not treat them as one of their own. In fact, our daily interactions with others are no different - we can tolerate even the most heinous crimes from our biological children, yet couples who have been together for many years may abandon each other in times of hardship, let alone romantic partners. According to medical experts, it is actually best not to pull out wisdom teeth, as this may lead to nerve system disorders and memory loss.
In the past few years, Xu Zhongliu also grew wisdom teeth. At first, it hurt for a while, but soon after, everything was fine. The little fatty who loved to eat since childhood had a molar that had been repaired due to a large cavity, and later on, eating anything became dull and tasteless. However, the newly joined wisdom tooth just made up for this defect, and they complemented each other perfectly, now it's hard to say who can't leave whom.
Of course, it's not just "wisdom teeth", when dealing with everyone around us, we need to use some "wisdom". We must find our own position and cannot be at odds with each other. According to this standard, Wu Yu's husband, who is also the former director of the research institute who returned to China a few days ago, can be considered a "wise man". No wonder he can be young and promising. In fact, the rumors about Gu Shan and his scandalous news that circulated in the school last semester were not unfounded. Although the gossipmongers' concocted rumors had no objective basis and were purely speculative, people have similar thoughts and feelings. This time, it really hit the nail on the head. Naturally, the trivial matters between intellectuals are mostly innocent and pure, but they can still be considered as going off track. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been passed down to Peng's mother-in-law's ears in a roundabout way. Just the other day, the old lady even made a long-distance call to "remotely control" this matter.
Actually, what's meant by "having a good-looking person standing beside you, having someone who is willing to lower themselves for you in your arms, having a first love in your dreams, and best of all, being able to find someone who can take care of their health" - successful people always have to engage in some form of entertainment, otherwise what's the point of being busy all day? Modern people don't believe in communism anymore, and they've long since abandoned family ethics as feudalistic rubbish. So isn't it just a matter of eating, drinking, and having fun for the rest of their lives? Besides, when Item is sent on official business to the heart of imperialism to interact with foreigners, doesn't that count as an external activity that requires respecting their lifestyle? Can't he find some socialite to bring along? Otherwise, when they meet, we'll just be left standing there awkwardly while the foreigners chat with our female companions - this isn't conducive to Sino-American friendship. Of course, Gu Shan can also get what she wants - spending all day on a free trip abroad is already the dream of many young people these days, and in the future, she might even get to go study abroad for free; whether it's according to the communist principle of "from each according to their ability, to each according to their needs" or the initial stage of distribution based on labor, there's nothing wrong with that.
However, Xiang Chuzhang, who has just entered this path, after all, has limited experience. Although it's not a mess, there are some slight deformations in his actions. For example, at the beginning of the year, letting Gu Shuang return alone to handle work was not very clever. On the surface, it seemed like it could avoid suspicion, but in reality, it was somewhat self-incriminating. Since everything worked normally when Gu was not in the US, the rationality of setting up a dedicated translator is questionable. Moreover, anyone who has a slight understanding of Western countries knows that the end and beginning of the year are the Christmas holidays for their education system. Even the school's gatekeeper takes time off, but Xiang didn't take advantage of this opportunity to return home for Chinese New Year. Instead, he waited until May, which is the busiest time, and this itself is worth pondering. Of course, with practice comes skill, and I believe that Xiang Chuzhang, who is usually sensitive and eager to learn, will quickly grasp the key techniques of "leaving no footprints in the snow".
Actually, everything is the same: nothing else, just getting used to it. At first, Wu Yu wanted to move back to her parents' house to take care of Qian Liu, who was afraid to sleep alone. But when Qian Liu returned to the country for a few days, Wu Yu finally had the chance to return to her own carefully built nest, but she felt a kind of long-forgotten discomfort, as if she were sleeping with a stranger. So, although Qian Liu also thought that what he really feared in the dark was not those abstract green-faced monsters, Wu Yu still rushed back to improve his diet after sending off her husband at the airport in the afternoon, so that Qian Liu wouldn't have to "be homeless" again after "drifting" in his dormitory for several days.
As soon as Xu Zhènliú came out of the academic report hall, she received a text message from Yuǎn Háng. She had just finished her dental appointment and was at the supermarket with Chéng Yì. "The most understanding man" Chéng had specially bought a large quantity of yogurt and fruit puree for Lù Niáng, who was having trouble chewing: "Who would have thought that getting teeth pulled out has so many benefits?" The girl concluded contentedly. Yuǎn Háng had originally planned to invite Zhènliú to observe the great changes in her life, even wanting to celebrate the start of a "new life" together. However, Xu Zhènliú was not interested in pretending to sing praises, and besides, he wanted to go home early to savor the long-awaited squirrel mandarin fish. The little fatty's appetite was still like that of a child, liking the sweet and sour taste.
Those few days when Xiang was back in the country "on business", although Wu Yu repeatedly invited Xie Liang to join them for dinner on behalf of the couple, the boys who were already fed up with being squeezed in the dormitory all declined with various excuses. Although Xiao Pang had never been a picky eater, the big pot rice in the research institute cafeteria was indeed a bit unbearable for him, so he still "lightly wounded and not off the fire line", completely out of kindness. In Xu Xie Liang's subconscious mind, he always felt that he was taking advantage of Wu Yu's kindness during their honeymoon period, and didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, although Xie Liang had never evaluated Xiang highly, but he would rather use this method of "retreating in order to advance" to make his own "taking advantage of others' difficulties" become peaceful and reasonable.
In real life, we often produce a mentality similar to schadenfreude, especially when interests are at stake. It seems that as long as others are in trouble, they can take advantage of the situation. However, when the skin is gone, where will the hair attach? In a declining market trend, any individual stock cannot avoid being affected, and the result of hurting one's enemy by a thousand often ends up with self-inflicted damage of eight hundred. From Wu Yu's tone on the phone earlier, Xu Zhenliu did not hear the joy that a young woman who had just reunited with her husband should have, which made him secretly pleased; however, when the boy pushed open the door and entered excitedly, he found that the atmosphere in the room was far from the rebound he had expected.
The mistress of the house just returned home stood stupidly beside her desk, deaf to the sound of the door opening. Although she had already felt a little unusual, Xiaopang still decided to follow the "plan" that had been rehearsed many times and sneak up from behind.
Wu Yuxuan's temples seemed even colder than usual, but her ears were surprisingly red and hot: "What's wrong with you?" Over her shoulder, the gaze fell on the desk, where the notebook that had been entrusted to Yuan Lei and was originally stored in the bottom drawer, tied with a light blue ribbon, lay quietly. The boy looked around, obviously, as usual, the diligent hostess had tidied up the messy room neatly.
"Ah, yes, that's it," For some reason, Xu Zhongliu felt his heart beating rapidly. In fact, although Yuan Shixiong had repeatedly instructed him to keep his affairs confidential, especially from Wu Yu who lived in the same house, Xu Zhongliu always thought it was unnecessary to make such a big secret of it.
The boy took a deep breath, trying to appear calm: "Lù Yuǎnháng knows a friend, that is..." Suddenly, the slightly open mouth stopped in mid-air, he saw that the "wan" character knot that had once made Yì Xīn helpless was being slowly opened with ease by Wú Yǔ's hands.
