MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 52

Because it is not easy to go to school, because the good time missed is too long, and because we want to recover the lost time, everyone cherishes the opportunity to go to school and works hard. Every classroom is full of people, each with a notebook, and it feels blasphemous to hear only a little noise. Qingchuan felt that he had never worked so hard in the postgraduate entrance examination.

Everyone, no matter what major, except for eating, they are almost three points and one line, and the dormitory, classroom, and library are unstoppable.

At first he thought that those who entered the English major had some background in English, but it was not the case. Many people were assigned to this major in confusion. In fact, it is better to have no foundation at all. Some people who have learned English from nowhere and memorize English early in the morning will not understand what the pronunciation is.

Qingchuan is only a 6th grade, and I haven't studied for many years, but at this level, it is not bad among students. He felt very blushing. On the one hand, he also felt that the language of English really needed more effort to learn. He suggested, how about we set up an English corner to learn and improve together.

He also boldly invited an English professor, a kind-hearted old lady.

In those years, teachers had a bad life, especially those who studied foreign languages. Capitalism was criticized especially badly. The old lady is also like this. After ten years, the sequelae are still there, and the students are frightened when they speak loudly.

Qingchuan asked her to come to the English corner to guide her studies. The old lady asked her several times. Isn't it against the policy? Qing Chuan's heart... how should I put it, it's very sour.

After he went back, he couldn't calm down what he was thinking, so he walked through bedroom by bedroom.

The next day, the old lady came to class, and the people below sat looking up to listen to the class.

Qingchuan suddenly stood up, "All stand up!" Most of the boys in the students stood up, and the rest of the boys hesitated for a while, then stood up diligently. flow.

"Hi teacher."

A standard, sixty degree bow. The old lady was stunned, and it took her a while to react, and she waved her hands again and again. When she saw so many people standing up just now, she shivered subconsciously, but now she stopped trembling, wiped her eyes, calmed down, and walked to the podium.

When the old lady finished the class and said the get out of class was over, all the students in the class stood up again.

"Goodbye teacher."

All teachers who teach their classes today are treated equally. Not everyone can finish the lecture calmly, some old professors who are more emotional, burst into tears on the spot.

Because things got pretty big, there were some discussions in the school.

Before they fought their teachers, but now they have to respect them in turn. Some people can't change their minds all at once. In particular, the three previous "workers, peasants and soldiers" were college students selected according to their backgrounds.

Red, one feels that he is a real material, and they are not used to each other.

Meng Zuyin was rude to his juniors and juniors, and even more rude to demobilized professors.

As the initiator, Qingchuan could not be silent at this time.

He published "Respect for the Heirs of Civilization" in the school newspaper, "Look, that is the backbone that has not been broken for 5,000 years", "A letter from the future", calling on everyone to respect knowledge Molecules, respect the teachers who teach the profession.

His rhetoric is not gorgeous, his strength is sincere feelings, smooth and natural narration, and simple language easily resonates.

This big discussion has swept the entire school, not even outside the school. Both sides have their own arguments and reasons. They fought in the distance, and the pen and paper were the guns and guns in their hands. At first, the words were polite, but later they got the essence of the sharp-spoken literati of ancient and modern China and foreign countries. The malicious words surged between them, and they would faint when their emotions surged. several.

Ren is a gentle person like Qingchuan, and when he was in a hurry, he would scold in the school newspaper, "I have never seen such a brazen person" and "a ignorant and ignorant person who forgets his ancestors". Later, he became possessed by Internet literature, calling those people 'heroes in mouth' and 'cultural hooligans', and made up countless short stories, advising them to reform, otherwise, "the tears shed tomorrow will be the water in the brain today." .

When the trouble was the worst, the two sides almost fought.

Students have waited for ten years, and finally fairness has come. Teachers have waited ten years and respect.

Qingchuan became quiet after being in the limelight, and worked hard to absorb the nutrients of knowledge.

In the second half of seven or eight years, grandma, grandma and stepfather came back one after another. Grandpa wants to go back to the courtyard that was taken away back then, and the people who have borrowed it have made it very bad. If you want to repair it, you will have no money for a while, so you have to live in this way.

Fortunately, my grandfather was recommended to be a teacher in the Department of Architecture of Peking University not long after his return. Although he is not the most outstanding in this profession, he is also recognized as a person who can become an architect, so he quickly passed the interview, Become a glorious people's teacher.

There are still people living in my stepfather's mansion, a total of seven families, crowded in his two-story mansion with a garden, they called the street director several times to no avail. They had to rent an apartment outside first, while contacting their friends. As an excellent surgeon, their stepfather still has connections. For more than two months, they found a lot of departments. People who are messing around, please go out.

Old Lu knew that Grandpa Qingchuan had returned, and that Qingchuan's mother had remarried. He might be a little ashamed and refused to appear in front of them. This is very good. Many men can make fun of themselves, but they do not allow their ex-wife to remarry. They always take it for granted that even if they get divorced, they should be cattle and horses for him all their lives.

Qingchuan's mother didn't want to stay at home all day, so she went to the film school for an interview. She was originally a film actress, and her education was not bad. She was a high school student, but she was interviewed. Except for the grandfather who murmured a few words, everyone else was very happy for her. Everyone went to Nortel's gate to take a group photo together.

The step-brother went back to school. He used to be self-taught, and now he went directly to junior high school. He gets along very well with Qingchuan's mother, and also has a good relationship with Qingchuan, and sometimes complains to him, saying that people in the school are rare and strange.

Born and raised here, native Chinese.

More and more people are returning to the city. Some people have been rehabilitated but do not want to stay in this sad place, so they will sell their houses and prepare to leave. Qingchuan has been enquiring people to see if there are any suitable houses for sale.

He always wanted to buy a bungalow, but he was stupid at that time and didn't inquire about the market here. Later, he learned that ordinary courtyard houses are not worth much at this time. The old houses are old, and the big houses in the inner city are still more valuable.

A few years ago, a courtyard house could be bought for 500 to 600 yuan, but recently it is a little more expensive, at 700 to 800 yuan. If it is a more valuable courtyard house in the second ring road, it will cost thousands. In the past, the houses of princes and nobles belonged to those who had no way to buy them. At most, they could ask about the courtyard of the third entry, and forget about the five entry.

One day, an agent came to the university to find him and said that he had a house in his hand that he was eager to sell.

As soon as Qingchuan heard it, he said yes, so he followed.

The man who sold the house was a middle-aged man. When he saw that Qingchuan was young, he might think it was unreliable and frowned, but he still told him the situation. He said that his family was ready to go abroad, which was passed down from his ancestors and was about to be sold. His psychological price was 8,000, but because he was in a hurry, he could deduct some as appropriate.

This is a standard three-entry yard with a large back garden. It is located in the inner city. It should have been a Manchu house. There are beasts, but the inside is the same as the grandfather's small courtyard.

"There are only more than 1,000 courtyards on the south side of the city. You are a little bigger. Where is the value of 8,000?"

Qingchuan is very satisfied, but she is still picky, just too expensive.

He cut it all the way, and cut it to 6,400, and it can no longer be cut. It's done, let's take it when it's good, and the two sides will discuss tomorrow to transfer the house and land, and complete the transaction on the spot.

Out of the door, Qingchuan took the hand of the intermediary, "Are you here, do you accept the little yellow croaker?"

After selling the gold he saved on the black market, Zhao Ming finally owns a house that belongs to him. There is basically no gold left in the previous collection, and two ginsengs have been lost.

The intermediary took more than 100 commissions from the seller and another from the gold buyer, turned around and asked Qingchuan with a smile if he needed him to introduce a reliable repairer ? Can Qingchuan say no?

The intermediary introduced him a group of people who have passed down the craftsmanship for several generations. Seriously, the beautifully carved shadow walls, flower windows, etc. are all covered with yellow mud, and it is enough to wash them once. There is also a need to demolish the illegal buildings and turn over the tiles. The foreman said that he had a batch of old tiles, and it was not abrupt when they were turned up.

"No, I'm going to dismantle and rebuild, and re-lay water pipes and circuits, but the shape will be repaired. How many do you see?"

The master gave a price of eight hundred. This is enough to buy a small courtyard house, but this kind of money has to be given, Qingchuan nodded in agreement.

"You haven't opened for three years, and you'll be open for three years."

The agent took another draw in this transaction, plus the previous sale of the house and the sale of the small yellow croaker, he drew a total of three times, and his eyes narrowed with a smile, "TOEFL, TOEFL. I I also know a few people who collect old furniture, and they have a few sets of good things in their hands, and we can’t go with our old courtyard, so when are we going to take a look?”

"It will be a while."

After buying a house, Qingchuan continued to swim freely in the ocean of knowledge. He has many advantages over his classmates. His stepfather's mother is from an English-speaking country, so he speaks English as well as Chinese. Qingchuan is like an extra foreign teacher, with pure British pronunciation. As long as he lives with his mother for two days a week, his English can improve a little.

He is still learning Italian with his grandmother, and the days are still long, and no one knows when he will use it.

Qingchuan didn't think about what to do in the future before, in fact, studying art is the most suitable for him, he has a foundation and a family background (grandmother is studying oil painting), plus a little money in hand, no worries about survival . But before his memory came back, he thought that professional painting would not make money, that is to say, it would be nice to go out. Except for the top group, the following are all working hard.

So I chose English, thinking that I can't find a job, so I can do a translation in the future.

But now that my memory has recovered, it is estimated that I will not be able to work in English for a lifetime. Of course, you still have to study hard, and every learning opportunity is precious.

With the help of his stepfather, Qingchuan's English has improved rapidly. The professor thinks that he is a good person and encourages him to write a diary in English and use English conversation at home on weekdays. In fact, there are many good English speakers in the school, and their parents have experience of going abroad, but such people do not choose English majors, so Qingchuan seems to stand out from the crowd.

Although his grades are very good and his popularity is good, professors say that he can go directly to live abroad, but in his third year, the number of international students in the department still does not have him. His background is not pure enough, the times are like this, and personal ability cannot be forcibly reversed.

In the spring of 1982, Qingchuan graduated in January. He neither entered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs nor stayed in school. If he was assigned according to the assignment, he would be assigned to a state-owned enterprise, which was not his favorite. So Zhaoming refused.

In his courtyard, he occasionally helps people translate, makes wine by himself, and earns dozens of yuan a month, enough for a bachelor to eat and drink.

Everyone is looking forward to the era of work package distribution, and easily rejected the good thing of entering a state-owned enterprise. Lao Lu wanted to beat him with hatred. But when the child grows up, the wings are hard, and the parents can't do anything about him. Qingchuan had food and shelter by himself, and he didn't ask for help, and he didn't have to make a move. Old Lu went to the door a few times but failed to convince him, saying "don't enter the house if you don't change your mind".

Qingchuan is only a stand-up about this, expressing that he doesn't care too much.

In fact, it was half a year. In the second half of 1982, Qingchuan was admitted to graduate school as soon as he got his late degree certificate. When Lao Lu heard the news, he came to the door again after a long time. Qing Chuan greeted him with a smile, as if he had forgotten how angry he was half a year ago.

"Senior Brother Zhaoming, someone is looking for him downstairs."

Qing Chuan pinched the root of his nose to relieve the fatigue of reading for a long time. Thinking that he should go out for a walk, he was going to go downstairs to see who was looking for him. When I walked to the door of the dormitory, I didn't see anyone, but I saw a young man with long hair singing with a guitar not far away, and many girls surrounded him.

The young man was not very handsome and handsome, but because of the literary youth with long hair and playing guitar, everyone felt very handsome.

Peking University in 1985 is a place surrounded by literary and artistic youth. Girls worshiping poets are like girls chasing stars in later generations. If the poet can sing and play the piano, then this is a male **** .

Because he knows two foreign languages, Qingchuan also looks very foreign at this time. Some girls will come to see him and watch him read with the original book. The very boring picture can be watched for an afternoon. He is twenty-seven years old, which is not a very young age, and he is already a person who can start a family.

There is a large courtyard house in Qingchuan. You can make a lot of money in translation every year, and it has been determined that you can stay in school this year. This condition can be regarded as a golden turtle son-in-law. Introduced to him by his granddaughter and granddaughter.

Maybe there is already a standard in my heart, no matter how good other people are, they will not look down on them.

"Uncle."

Qing Chuan turned around and almost didn't recognize it at first glance.

But very straight.

His hair is divided into three and seven parts, his eyes are long and narrow, but his eyes are very clear, and his smile is somewhat subtle, like tea leaves slowly unfolding in a teacup, light but long-lasting.

"Yo, why don't you hide?" Qingchuan's slightly raised voice felt a little lazy, "Can I get you, let me call you brother, and learn how to speak, do I talk like that? Looking at your outfit, where did you get rich?"

"I miss you so much."

"Don't change the subject. Where have the years gone?"

"I went to the Soviet Union a few times." Wei Ge laughed, "When you came to me, I found a teacher to study Russian, and I didn't contact you in time. But I may study I really don’t have any talent. It took me more than half a year to learn a few basic conversations. Later, I quit my job and formed my own transport team in the name of the county. In the past two years, I bought a public transport vehicle and made it myself The transport team, made some money, and bought a house here. This is the face to see you."

Qing Chuan snorted softly, "Where do you live now?"

Weige reported an address, not the recently popular high-rise apartment building, but a courtyard house.

"Is it mine?" Qingchuan glanced at Wei Ge, "It seems that he has really made a fortune, and the houses in that area are not cheap." The price of 100,000 yuan is roughly the same price for the courtyards in that place. The price of houses has risen too much in the past two years, and this is far from the peak.

"Well, I want to be closer to you."

The cleverness of this face is an illusion. Qing Chuan was angry when he thought that the other party was still trying to imitate himself, and that he was so annoying. Is he so flirtatious? You can't learn the essence of learning.

Cubs!