attack stream of life

Because it is not easy to go to school, because the missed good times are too long, and because we have 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, brushing, only to hear the sound of brushing, and even the slightest noise is considered profane.Qingchuan felt that he had never worked so hard in the postgraduate entrance examination.

Everyone, no matter what major they are in, except for eating, they are almost three-point line, dormitory, classroom, library, nothing can be shaken.

At first, he thought that those who entered the English major had some knowledge of English, but in fact they were not. Many people were assigned to this major in a daze.In fact, it is better to have no foundation at all. Some people who learned English from nowhere, recite English early in the morning, and people from other English-speaking countries will not understand what it is.

Qingchuan only has the foundation of the sixth grade, and has not studied for several years, but with this level, he is actually not bad among the students.He felt very blushed, and on the one hand, he also felt that the language of English really needs to work harder, so he suggested, how about we set up an English corner to learn and improve together.

He also had the audacity to invite the English professor who taught, a kind-hearted old lady.

Teachers in those years had a bad life, especially those who learned foreign languages, and capitalism was especially criticized.The same is true for the old lady, who still suffers from ten-year sequelae, and the students are frightened when they speak loudly.

Qingchuan asked her to come to the English Corner to guide her study. The old lady asked her many times. Doesn't it violate the policy?Qing Chuan's heart... How should I put it, it's very sour.

After he went back, he couldn't calm down whatever he thought, so he walked through the dormitories one by one.

The next day, the old lady came to class, and the people below were all sitting up and preparing to listen to the class.

Qing Chuan stood up suddenly, "Everyone stand up!" Most of the boys in the students all stood up, and the rest of the boys hesitated and stood up slowly. The girls didn't know why, so they followed the crowd at this time.

"Hello teacher."

A standard, sixty-degree bow.The old lady was stunned, 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 subconsciously trembled, but now she stopped trembling, wiped her eyes, and calmed down before walking onto the podium.

When the old lady finished the class and said that 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 was able to finish the lecture calmly. Some older professors who were more emotional burst into tears on the spot.

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

They were the ones who fought against their teachers before, but now they have to respect them instead. Some people can't change their minds all at once.Especially the college students who were selected according to their backgrounds in the previous three sessions of 'Workers, Peasants and Soldiers'.

They and the students they passed the exam seem to be in natural opposition, just like Meng Zuyin who was an official in the feudal period and those who were admitted to Jinshi as an official by himself. As a matter of fact, they can't get used to each other.

Meng Zuyin was not polite to the younger students he was admitted to, and even more rude to the demobilized professors.

As the initiator, Qingchuan couldn't be silent at this time.

He successively published "Respect for the Inheritors of Civilization", "Look, That's the Unbroken Backbone for 5000 Years", and "A Letter from the Future" in the school newspaper, calling on everyone to respect intellectuals and teachers who teach.

His rhetoric is not gorgeous, but his sincere feelings, smooth and natural narrative, and simple language are easy to resonate.

Not counting the fact that this big discussion has swept the entire school, even people outside the school have noticed this, and both sides have their own arguments and reasons.They fought wars in the air, and the paper and pen were the guns in their hands. At the beginning, their words were very polite, but later they almost got the essence of the sharp words of the literati from all over the world. Maliciousness surged in their words, and they would faint when they were emotional. several.

Ren Qingchuan, a person with a mild personality, would yell at the school newspaper, "I have never seen such a brazen person" and "I have forgotten my ancestors and ignorant waste material" in the school newspaper when I was in a hurry.Later, he became attached to Internet literature, calling those people "talking heroes" and "cultural hooligans", and made up countless small jokes, advising them to reform themselves, otherwise "the tears shed tomorrow will be the water poured into today's brains." .

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

Later, the People's Daily made a final decision and ended the discussion with an article "Respecting Intellectuals is Respecting the Future". Those who stood against Zhao Ming and others won a complete victory, but the losers had to swallow their anger and retreat.

Students waited for ten years and finally got fairness. Teachers waited for ten years and finally got respect.

After Qing Chuan became famous once, he fell silent, and worked hard to absorb the nutrients of knowledge.

In the second half of [-], grandparents and stepfather came back one after another.Grandpa wants to go back to the courtyard house that was taken away back then, and the inside has been messed up by the borrowers. If it needs to be repaired, there will be no money for a while, so I have to live like this first.

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

There are still people living in his stepfather's mansion, a total of seven families, crowded in his two-storey mansion with a garden, and they called the street director several times to no avail.They had no choice but to rent a house outside first, and contact their friends at the same time. As an excellent surgeon, their stepfather still has contacts. For more than two months, they found many departments. Please go out if you mess around.

Lao Lu knew that Grandpa Qingchuan had returned and that Qingchuan's mother had remarried, so he might still be a little ashamed and refused to appear in front of them.This is very good, many men can be promiscuous on their own, but they don't allow their ex-wife to remarry. They always take it for granted that even if they get divorced, they should be his cows and horses for the rest of their lives.

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

My stepbrother went back to school. He used to study by himself, but now he went directly to junior high school.He got along well with Qingchuan's mother, and his relationship with Qingchuan was also good. Sometimes he even complained to him, saying that the people in the school were rare and strange.

My stepbrother doesn't like people saying that he is a fan. Although he is very inherited from generation to generation, with high nose, deep eyes, and light curly hair, in fact, three-quarters of his Chinese blood was born and raised here, and he was born and raised here. 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 entrusting people to inquire to see if there is any suitable house for sale.

He had always wanted to buy a bungalow. He was stupid at the time and didn't inquire about the market here. Later, he realized that ordinary courtyard houses are not worth much at the moment. The mansion in the city is still worth it.

A few years ago, a courtyard house could be bought for five or six hundred, but recently it has become a little more expensive, seven or eight hundred.If it is a more valuable courtyard house in the second ring road, it will cost thousands.The houses of princes and nobles used to be those who had no way to buy them. At most, they could ask about the yards with three entrances, and forget about the five entrances.

One day, an intermediary came to the university to look for him and said that he had a house in his hand that he was eager to sell. It was a three-entry yard with a back cover room, and the price was not expensive. Would you like to take a look.

Upon hearing this, Qing Chuan said yes, and followed.

The house seller was a middle-aged man. Seeing that Qingchuan was young, he might feel unreliable and frowned, but he still told him about the situation.He said that his family was going to go abroad. It was passed down from his ancestors and he was going to sell it. His psychological price was [-], but because he was in a hurry to leave, he could subtract 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 house of a Manchu family. The floor is paved with flat stone bricks and there are animals standing on the ridge. Like that small courtyard house, it had been ruined in a disgraceful manner, and the borrowed family even built two sheds in the yard, which looked messy.

"There are only more than 1000 courtyard houses in the south of the city. Yours is a bit bigger. How can it be worth eight thousand?"

Qing Chuan was very satisfied in his heart, but he was still picky in his mouth, because he thought it was too expensive.

He cut it all the way, until it reached [-], and he couldn't cut it any more. When it was done, let's accept it when it was good. The two sides discussed that they would transfer the ownership of the house and land tomorrow, and complete the transaction on the spot.

After going out, Qing Chuan took the intermediary's hand, "Do you accept the little yellow croaker here?"

After selling the gold he had saved on the black market, Zhao Ming finally owned a house that belonged to him.The gold collected before was basically gone, and I also lost two ginseng.

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

The intermediary introduced him to a group of people who had handed down the craftsmanship for several generations. A master and a dozen or so apprentices went around the courtyard and said that the damage was not serious. The windows and so on are all pasted with yellow mud, just wash it once, and then demolish the illegal buildings and turn over the tiles.The foreman said that he had a batch of old tiles, which were not obtrusive at all, and could be repaired in two months, with three hundred labor and materials.

"No, I'm going to demolish and rebuild, and re-lay the water pipes and electrical circuits, but the appearance must be restored. How many do you see?"

The master gave a price of [-].This is enough to buy a small courtyard house, but this kind of money has to be given, Qing Chuan nodded and agreed.

"You have not opened for three years, and you have been open for three years."

The intermediary smoked again in this transaction, plus once selling the house and once selling the small yellow croaker, he smoked a total of three times. He smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, "TOEFL, TOEFL. I also know a few people who collect old furniture , I have a few sets of good things in my hand, it doesn’t match up with our old courtyard house, when shall we go and have a look?”

"In a while."

After buying a house, Qingchuan continued to swim freely in the ocean of knowledge. He had many advantages over his classmates. His stepfather's mother was from an English-speaking country, so he was as fluent in English as in Chinese.Qingchuan is like having an extra foreign teacher with pure English 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 from his grandma, and the days are still long, and no one knows when he will use it.

Qing Chuan didn't think about what to do in the future. In fact, studying art is the most suitable for him. He has a foundation and a family background (grandmother is studying oil painting), and he has a little money, so he doesn't have any troubles in life.But before his memory came back, he thought that professional painting doesn't make money, that is to say, it's better to say that, except for the top group, all the people below are working hard.

So I chose English, thinking that if I can't find a job, I might as well be a translator in the future.

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

With the help of his stepfather, Qingchuan's English improved rapidly. The professor believed that he was a promising talent and encouraged him to write a diary in English and use English conversation at home on weekdays.In fact, there are many students in the school who are very good at English and whose parents have gone abroad, but it is these people who do not choose English majors, so Qingchuan stands out from the crowd.

Although his grades are very good and his popularity is good, the professors said that he can go to live abroad directly, but when he was a junior, he was still not included in the quota of international students in the department.His background is not pure enough, the times are like this, and his personal ability cannot be forcibly reversed.

In the spring of [-], 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 certain state-owned enterprise. This is not what he likes, so Zhaoming refused.

In his own courtyard, he occasionally helps people translate and brews his own wine. He also earns tens of yuan a month, enough for a single man to eat and drink.

Everyone was looking forward to the era of work package distribution, and easily rejected the good thing of entering a state-owned enterprise. Lao Lu hated him so much that he wanted to beat him up.But when the child grows up and his wings become stiff, the parents have nothing to do with him.Qingchuan himself had food and shelter, didn't ask for help, and didn't have to make decisions. Lao Lu came to the door several times but failed to persuade him, saying, "Don't come in if you don't change your mind."

Qing Chuan just spread his hands over this, expressing that he didn't care too much.

In fact, it was half a year, in the second half of [-], Qingchuan was admitted to graduate school as soon as he received his belated degree certificate.When Lao Lu heard the news, he hesitated to come to the door again. Qing Chuan entertained him with a smile, as if he had forgotten how he was in a panic half a year ago.

"Brother Zhaoming, someone is looking downstairs."

Qing Chuan pinched the base of his nose to relieve the fatigue from reading for a long time, thinking that he should also go out for a walk, so he planned 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 long-haired young man singing with a guitar not far away, surrounded by many girls.

That young man was not very handsome, but because of his long hair and the posture of a literary youth playing the guitar, everyone thought he was very chic.

Peking University in [-] was a place surrounded by young literary and artistic youth. Girls worshiping poets is like girls chasing stars in later generations. If the poet can sing and play the piano, then this is a male god.

Because Qingchuan knows two foreign languages, he also looks very foreign at this time. Girls will go to see him and see him reading with the original document. The very boring scenes can be watched for an afternoon.He is 27 years old, which is really not a young age, and he is already a person who can start a family.

Qingchuan has a quite big courtyard house, where he can earn a lot from translation every year, and he has already confirmed that he can stay in school this year. This condition can be regarded as a wealthy son-in-law, and his subject professor even wants to introduce his granddaughter and granddaughter to him.

There are many excellent women around him, and there are many who are both tall and beautiful, but well, I don't know what to do.Maybe I already have a standard in my heart, no matter how good other people are, I can't look down on them anymore.

"uncle."

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

The visitor was wearing a wide-shouldered suit that is very western in this era. This style of suit is a foreign style. It looks particularly short and fat on a person who is not tall, but it is very straight on this person.

His hair is divided into three to seven parts, his eyes are narrow and long, but his eyes are very clear, and his smile is a bit reserved, like tea leaves slowly unfolding in a teacup, light but with a long lasting charm.

"Yo, stop hiding?" Qing Chuan's slightly raised voice was a little lazy, "I can get you, let me call you brother, and learn how to talk. Is that how I talk? Look at your outfit, you Where did the money go?"

"I miss you so much."

"Don't change the subject. Where have you been all these years?"

"I have been to the Soviet Union a few times." Wei Ge laughed, "When you came to me, I found a teacher to take Russian lessons, and I didn't contact you in time. But I may not have much talent in studying. I only had a few basic conversations in half a year. Later, I quit my job and formed a transport team in the name of the county. In the first two years, I bought the public transport vehicles and set up a transport team by myself, earning some money. I bought a house here, so I have the face to see you."

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

Wei Ge reported an address, not a high-rise apartment building that has become popular recently, but a courtyard house.

"It's my piece?" Qingchuan glanced at Wei Ge, "It seems that he is really rich, and the houses in that area are not cheap." Qingchuan's three-entry courtyard house has now reported a price of 80 yuan. Siheyuan is roughly at this price.House prices have risen too much in the past two years, and this is far from the peak period.

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

The cuteness on this face is all an illusion, Qing Chuan gets angry when he thinks that the other party is still trying to imitate himself, and the imitation is so disgusting.Is he so carefree?You can't learn the essence of learning.

Wolf cub!