Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

The economic crisis is increasingly gnawing at the United States.There are many high-rise buildings and clean streets here, but it has fallen into a gloomy depression.The whole city is like an empty shell, but the skeleton is magnificent, but the blood has long stagnated.

Song Yaze was walking on the side of the road, and Xu Yinliang was walking side by side.The two are well-dressed, and from time to time women on the street will shyly greet them and seduce them for 10 cents a time. They have to support their families in this way.

Song Yaze had read about this gloomy time in history books.But what he remembered was nothing more than key words such as "a large number of unemployed workers" and "bank failure", as well as Roosevelt's brilliance and prowess, which was enough for the exam.But when the tragic reality was displayed bloody in front of his eyes, he sighed endlessly.

"Here we are." Xu Yinliang said, looking at the building in front of him.Just after getting off the boat, he broke up with his temporary girlfriend, and the fiery love affair passed away, leaving no shadow on him.

Song Yaze raised his head.Leaning on the lawn is a wide and flat Gothic building, the walls are covered with green vegetation, majestic and solemn.The trails between the lawns spread out in all directions, leading directly to the shadowy teaching buildings behind.There are also blond students walking around the gate, adding an academic atmosphere to it.

This is Witz University, full of the charm of western art, the residence for the next four years.

The two went to go through the admission procedures, but were told a troublesome thing face-to-face: there were not enough dormitories.

Witz University does not have enough on-campus dormitories, and international students can only rent houses off-campus.

As a result, the two had to settle for a lunch, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, dragged their heavy suitcases, and set off a wave of road dust to find a rental house near the university.

Xu Yinliang was born in a family, and his family was prosperous.In his own words, he is the bourgeois of China, a baby born after the marriage of bureaucrats and capital.His eyes were very high, he sniffed his nose, pouted his mouth, and rejected several inconspicuous rented houses with disgust.

Song Yaze dragged heavy books, each of which was as thick as a dictionary, but it was not so easy.After a long time, the dress was soaked with sweat, the muscles were sore, and the patience had long been worn out.He was used to being frugal, so he just found a clean and spacious host family and had to pay to live in it.

Seeing him take out his wallet, Xu Yinliang said in surprise, "Do you really want to live in a homestay?"

"I don't want to look for it anymore, let's just go to this one." Song Yaze nodded tiredly, and walking with the books ate up all the strength in his body. "It's a two-story building. The owner usually only lives downstairs. There are four bedrooms, one living room and a balcony. You don't need to cook, and the price is cheap. I am very satisfied."

"I don't want to live with others!" Xu Yinliang muttered in a low voice.

"You can rent the villa next door. No one will bother you there, but the rent will be twice as high." Song Yaze suggested.

The owner of the house is a kind and thin old lady, with sunken eye sockets embedded in her walnut skin-like face, and her silver-white hair records the vicissitudes of life.The financial turmoil left her daughter out of work, and her savings disappeared with the bank's collapse. She needed foreign students like Song Yaze to support her family.

Song Yaze stuffed the banknotes into the owner's hand and counted it as half a year's rent.Seeing the deal between the two, Xu Yinliang let out his breath, threw his backpack and went to the high-priced villa next door.

After taking a long breath and wiping off the sweat that dripped down to his chin with a wet towel, Song Yaze pulled up his bag and was about to go upstairs.The house owner's wife bent her body and stretched out her arms tremblingly, trying to help him with his luggage.

"Mrs. Winter, you don't need to carry the bag for me, I can do it myself." Song Yaze put together a blunt sentence.His dumb English has passed CET-[-], but it is difficult for him to have a normal conversation with foreigners.

Mrs. Winter's ears are bad, and when she heard "don't need", "bag", and "myself" popping up intermittently, she actually conveyed her feelings, retracted her hand awkwardly, and went up to the second floor with him.

After exhausting all his strength to reach the second floor, Song Yaze slumped on the sofa, panting heavily.His ankles were sore, and the sweat all over his body made his shirt wet and stuck to him, making him extremely hot.He took off the vest, and the white shirt was already soaked, revealing a honey-colored complexion and a strong waistline.

"Ya...Yaze?!" Li Yuanfu froze at the stairs with a paper bag in his hand, Danfeng's eyes were stared into round almond eyes, his face was shocked, and his whole body was as stiff as if he had been swept by an electric current.He had just returned from shopping outside, and he hadn't had time to take off his hat yet. He was wearing a stuffy black gown, with American slippers on his feet, and he was dressed in a random combination of Chinese and Western styles.

Seeing how he seemed to be struck by lightning, Song Yaze was stunned for a few seconds, and quickly turned to look behind him: Mrs. Winter bent her back, rubbing her hands like dry bark, with a sorry and guilty look on her face.

She apologized again and again, and said "sorry" vaguely.In the transaction negotiation just now, she didn't mention the fact that someone has already moved in.The poor old man wanted double the rent, and the economic malaise and anxiety about a turbulent life forced her to come up with bad ideas.

Song Yaze was a little depressed when he was deceived; seeing Mrs. Winter's pitifulness, he put himself in her shoes, and his original anger was extinguished by sympathy.After a moment of silence, thinking about English, he said softly: "Nevermind. Let me share it with him."

Therefore, two of the four rooms on the second floor are arranged as bedrooms, one is used as a study room, and the other is used for storage.

Perhaps out of guilt, Mrs. Winter made a big dinner.She went to buy rice specially, and steamed it out of the pot decently, but it was raw; she had to go through Song Yaze's hands and converted it into fried rice with eggs.

After dinner, Song Yaze returned to the bedroom, lit the lamp, and continued to study Peng Muzhi's diary:

[the fourth day of May

Leaving for America tomorrow.I heard that the scenery of the Grand Canyon is infinitely good, and if I have the opportunity, I will pay my respects in person. 】

【May [-]th

Since ancient times, there has never been a case where the people are weak and the country is strong!It should be known that if the people are to be strong, their minds must be enlightened, and only literature and philosophy can achieve it!Looking at history, there are very few people who pay more attention to industry than literature, and eventually fall apart?This time studying abroad, I ordered myself to learn a good skill.Even if I am left alone, even if my arms and legs are cut off, and my flesh and blood are drawn, I still want to enlighten people's wisdom and correct their hearts! 】

This is the last diary entry.Song Yaze was shocked by the feelings of the world, deeply sympathized, and couldn't recover for a long time.The long-standing memories were shattered into pieces, floating in his mind like space junk; the sense of familiarity flashed across his heart in an instant, making him unable to figure out the past, present and future.

He slumped on a chair, and the early summer evening breeze blew in from the window.After a long time, he realized that he was cold, and couldn't help shivering. It turned out that his body was already covered in shock...

The days at the beginning of school are always busy, and Song Yaze has adapted to the life of two points and one line.Of course, his biggest change is that his spoken English is much more fluent, and daily communication is not a problem.

Specifically, when others smile and politely say "Howare youdoing", he no longer prevaricates with the textbook "Fihankyou" like a jingle, but responds with the same politeness: "I'm good".

This may be his first step in breaking Chinglish.

His philosophy class was taught by a white-haired old man with a high forehead and a straight nose. His blue eyes were hidden deep in the crow's feet, but the light of wisdom remained undiminished.The students nicknamed him "Sage.Smiths" - "Smith the Philosopher".

He was a great admirer of Schopenhauer.According to legend, even if he untied his little hand, he could still keep deep eyes while looking at the splattered urine.

Philosophy and literature are both affiliated to the Faculty of Liberal Arts of Wits University. Song Yaze and Xu Yinliang always meet in class, and sometimes meet for dinner. Most of them go to the Chinese restaurant on St. Dell Street. The owner is from Sichuan, and the food is very authentic.

Most of the people sitting in this restaurant are Chinese who have left their hometowns, surrounded by buzzing Chinese, and dialects from all corners of the country are mixed together.This is mostly because the restaurant has a unique rule: Chinese people can enjoy a [-]% discount on meals when dining here.

This is probably the courageous act of the Chinese to rise up and resist in the United States, a country with serious racial discrimination.

"Yaze, you should write a letter to report the safety of your family. You are studying abroad, thousands of miles away, and your parents are worried about your safety." Xu Yinliang blew on the soup on the spoon and carefully swallowed it.

"Yeah." Song Yaze peeled off the shrimp shell, nodded and said, "I made a note of it."

"I want to tell you a piece of good news..." Xu Yinliang lowered his head, stared at Song Yaze from above his glasses, and said mysteriously, "I made a new girlfriend, who is even more beautiful than the one on the boat, and can write poems."

Song Yaze laughed dryly from his throat.He reluctantly put down the shrimp shell, cleared his throat and was about to speak, when Xu Yinliang fussed and pulled his clothes, as if he had discovered a new world: "Your roommate Tesla also came to the restaurant. Oh, myLord! He only ordered peanuts Rice and rice."

He pointed with an exaggerated expression, and Song Yaze looked along his fingertips, and he saw Li Yuanfu sitting alone in the corner, picking up peanuts one by one, looking very patient.

For some reason, Song Yaze felt sad.He made a decisive decision and shouted at the tall and thin figure: "Yuanfu!"

The sound was like an ice pick, piercing Li Yuanfu's ear hard, making him stiff all over.He immediately recognized the owner of the voice and turned to look at him.

"Come and eat with us at this table!" Song Yaze laughed.The sun shone on his face, very gentle.Seeing this warm smile, Li Yuanfu felt like a bonfire burning up to the sky in his heart, it was so warm.

He didn't know that the blush crawled to every corner of his face, even the tips of his ears and neck.He moved hesitantly, carrying peanuts, and finally sat down opposite Song Yaze.

Song Yaze ordered another plate of fish.Li Yuanfu knew his intentions well, while being flattered, he felt sad and shy, with mixed feelings in his heart.

While eating, the Sichuan boss had a debate with a diner at the front desk.

"You're so annoying..." Song Yaze heard the typical Sichuan scolding.He could understand Sichuan dialect, as if he had returned to Chongqing, he laughed nostalgicly and glanced at the front desk.

Seeing the scolded diner, Song Yaze was shocked.He had seen this person, the last time he was on a cruise ship; this time he was in a restaurant in Boston, and he was also scolded and embarrassed.

Huang Su bit her lip aggrievedly, her face was pale, and transparent beads of sweat dripped from her face.Standing beside him was a blond foreigner with a dazed face, not knowing what kind of jokes the little boss in front of him was making up, and his face was flushed.

"You criticize! He said that his grandfather is French, so he doesn't recognize himself as Chinese!" The Sichuan boss pointed at Huang Su's nose and scolded. "I would rather pay more than admit that I am Chinese, you have a lot of money!"

In the face of national crisis, patriotism is even more intense, and people around have condemned it.

Huang Su planned to run away, but the door was blocked by angry people, so there was no way out.He didn't want to be seen through by the foreign friends who came so hard, and he was so nervous that his palms were sweating.His eyeballs flicked around, as if searching for straws.

Suddenly, he caught sight of Li Yuanfu, and couldn't help but smile. He quickly waved at him and shouted: "Yuanfu! Come and judge! My grandfather is French, do I count as a descendant of the French?!"

At the end, he hastily added: "Yuanfu is an overseas student with Geng's scholarship, studying for a Ph.D. in the Department of Physics. What he said has a lot of force!"

Li Yuanfu put down his chopsticks and walked towards the front desk with a cold expression.Seeing that Li Yuanfu was going to help him out, Huang Su breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at the little boss happily.

Li Yuanfu stood still and remained silent for nearly a minute before staring at him and saying: "Your eyeballs are black, eye sockets are shallow, your skin is yellow, and your profile is flat. You are Chinese." .”

Huang Su's complexion turned from sunny to cloudy, he hated Li Yuanfu's "unkindness", scolded countless times in his heart "a pockmarked face that doesn't know current affairs", his face flushed with anger.As soon as he turned around, he pushed aside the crowd, and rushed out the door angrily, even ignoring the foreigners who were traveling with him.

Li Yuanfu's anger passed, and only then did he care about being shy.The approval of the people around him made him even more embarrassed to look up.He walked numbly, not knowing how he got back to his seat.

"Tesla is a bit like our Chinese men!" Xu Yinliang raised his eyebrows while drinking black tea, and said in a teasing tone.