Rebirth of science and technology to rejuvenate the country

On Wednesday night, Yuan Xia took the last No. 19 bus back to school after finishing her tutoring.

When passing by the bearing factory, he couldn't help but raise his neck and look towards the factory gate. Naturally, he couldn't see Yu Xingyi. He passed by here many times, but he never saw him once.

The car stopped at the machinery factory station again, and someone got on the car, but not through the front door, but through the back door after greeting the driver.

The person who boarded the car brought a heavy piece of luggage, and it was very difficult to carry it into the car. Yuan Xia turned his head and looked. Isn't that Professor Qu Junqing who taught him mechanical drawing?

He hurriedly got up and went down: "Teacher Qu, I will help you."

Qu Junqing was struggling to lift the snakeskin bag to the car, but it was too heavy and he was too thin to carry it.Yuan Xia came over to help lift it up together.

The car door was finally closed, Qu Junqing patted his red palms, looked at Yuan Xia, and said happily: "It's Yuan Xia, thanks to you, thank you. Where did you come back from?"

There are not many professional courses in the freshman year, and mechanical drawing is one of them. Yuan Xia studied it very hard. His understanding of mechanical drawings is naturally different from others, so that Qu Junqing was deeply impressed by him.

Yuan Xia said: "I just came back from tutoring. Professor, please sit here."

Qu Junqing sat down next to Yuan Xia, he was a little surprised: "You are still working part-time." The school gave living allowances, which are enough for basic living, and very few students will work part-time because they don't have that awareness, unless they are especially poor and needy students .

Yuan Xia smiled: "Exercise. Teacher, are you from the machinery factory?"

Qu Junqing asked: "How do you know?"

Yuan Xia smiled: "I know our school has been cooperating with the machinery factory. It was the platform of the machinery factory just now."

Qu Junqing said with a smile: "Yes, I just came back from the machinery factory. How about your tuition fees?"

Yuan Xia didn't hide anything, she told the truth.

Qu Junqing smiled and said, "It's reasonable."

Qu Junqing asked about Yuan Xia's study and life again, the question was clever and did not involve privacy.

After arriving at the station, the master and apprentice got off the bus together.Yuan Xia took the initiative to help Qu Junqing move the plastic bag out of the car: "Teacher, I will help you carry it."

Qu Junqing said: "Let's lift it together, this hydraulic pump is a bit heavy. I'll take it home and study it."

Yuan Xia knew that the hydraulic pump was the power component of the hydraulic system of the machine. The domestic production capacity was limited, and the quality was average. It mainly relied on foreign imports. He pretended not to know: "This is the hydraulic pump? Does the machinery factory still produce hydraulic pumps?"

Qu Junqing sighed: "No production. The hydraulic pump is the core part of the machine's operation. Our country also has some hydraulic pumps that imitate foreign countries, but the quality and performance are always unsatisfactory. These are scrap parts removed from imported machines. I want to bring Go back and study it to see where the difference between us and foreign countries is. At that time, you can also make teaching models for students, after all, there is a huge difference between drawings and real objects.”

Yuan Xia did not speak. China has never lacked intellectuals with ideals and pursuits like Professor Qu. It is a pity that after the opening of the country, a large number of imported machines and parts flooded in. The excellent quality and superior performance made the living space of domestic products Squeeze to almost nothing.

This is the tuition fee we have to pay. We exchange the market for development and technology. When the economy develops, we will slowly regain our position.

Yuan Xia helped send the parts back to Qu Junqing's home in the faculty dormitory building.

Qu Junqing knocked on the door, and it was the teacher's wife Tian Suying who opened the door. She glanced at them and said angrily, "I came back so late again, and I'm bothering this little classmate. What's the name of the classmate?" The teacher's wife looked at Yuan Xia kindly .

Yuan Xia hurriedly said hello: "Master's wife is good, my name is Yuan Xia. I met Teacher Qu on the bus."

Qu Junqing chuckled: "Thanks to Yuan Xia today, otherwise my old waist would be broken. Is there anything to eat, ma'am? Get us some supper."

Mrs. Qu Tian Suying said with a smile: "I'll go and boil some eggs for you. Yuan Xia also stay and eat together, thank you for your help."

Yuan Xia hurriedly waved his hands: "No, teacher, teacher's wife, I have to leave soon, the dormitory is about to close and turn off the lights. Thank you, teacher's wife! Teacher, see you, teacher's wife!"

At this moment, there was a sudden mournful wail from the back room: "Ah, why is English so difficult——"

Yuan Xia was taken aback.

Qu Junqing patted his forehead in embarrassment, and said to Yuan Xia: "Yuan Xia, wait, I have something to tell you."

Yuan Xia asked: "Teacher, please tell me."

Qu Junqing asked, "How is your English?"

Yuan Xia was taken aback, and said, "It's okay." He knew that Professor Qu was a student from the Soviet Union, and his foreign language major was Russian. Could it be that the professor wanted him to help translate English articles?

Qu Junqing breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted to the back room: "Qu Wenyuan, get out!"

A moment later, a tall and thin boy came out of the room, with a bitter and bitter expression on his face, his head drooping, his resentment was evident on his forehead: "Dad, why are you calling me?"

Qu Wenyuan saw that he was Qu Junqing's son. They looked alike, they both had Chinese character faces, broad foreheads, thick eyebrows, and righteous expressions.

Qu Junqing pointed to Yuan Xia and said, "I found you an English tutor, this is him, his name is Yuan Xia."

Yuan Xia was frightened instantly: "!"

That's how Yuan Xia's second tutoring came. He felt unreal on the way back to the dormitory.

He felt that Professor Qu's style of life was too sloppy, which was completely different from his academic rigor. He actually let himself be his son's English tutor with just one sentence. He didn't know his English at all. How's it going.

Qu Wenyuan, a 16-year-old freshman in high school, was confused by his father's appointment of him as a tutor. He didn't know how that kid was feeling at the moment.

Yuan Xia gave Qu Wenyuan two hours of English lessons every Tuesday and Saturday night, and the fee was the same as that student, [-] cents per hour.

Qu Junqing originally wanted to pay more because he was a high school student, but Yuan Xia insisted on charging the same price.

Yuan Xia couldn't help but want to laugh. He had heard that many postgraduate and doctoral students tutored their tutor's children with homework for free. Teacher Qu was too gentleman and even paid himself a salary.

Back in the dormitory, it was bustling inside, not only from their dormitory, but also from the dormitory next door. I only heard Liu Yang from the upper bunk say, "Come on, the busy man is finally back, catch him quickly."

Xu Tuan came over and put his hand on Yuan Xia's shoulder: "Xiao Liu, we have established a poetry club, and we will recruit members this Saturday, let's go together."

Yuan Xia ranked sixth in the dormitory.

Yuan Xia put down his schoolbag, picked up the enamel jar on the table, drank cold water, drank it in one gulp, and then said: "I don't know how to write poetry, what do I go to the poetry club for?"

"You can't write poetry, but you can read poetry. Your Mandarin is so good, and the recitation must be very pleasant. Go, go, we finally want to do something, brother, don't you support it? Not enough buddies." Xu Tuanjie egg him on.

Yuan Xia felt that they were just fooling around, and said, "We are in the Department of Mechanical Engineering, what kind of poetry club do we have? Isn't this grabbing jobs from the Faculty of Arts? Shouldn't we have a science and technology club or something?"

"That's so boring. Originally, we dealt with machines all day long, which gave people the feeling of being cold and hard, without interest and literary spirit. The poetry club is so literary and artistic, so it seems that we are capable of literature and martial arts, and have more connotations." Liu Yang said .

Yuan Xia smiled and said, "What time is Saturday? I found another tutor, Saturday night. I only have half a day on Saturday."

Xu Tuanjie said: "Just Saturday afternoon. Then you will be responsible for distributing leaflets. Remember, you must distribute more to female students."

Yuan Xia understands, is she using herself to attract female classmates?He had already agreed, but he couldn't go back on his word, so he said dubiously, "Is there no poetry club in the Faculty of Arts?"

Liu Yang said: "I've checked. The Faculty of Liberal Arts only has a literature club, and there is no dedicated poetry club. Our poetry club is mainly to attract friends who love poetry, and to provide like-minded people with a place to live and a harbor for their souls."

Yuan Xia looked at Liu Yang and couldn't help laughing: "Old Wu, you like poetry so much, why didn't you apply to the Chinese Department?"

Liu Yang rolled his eyes: "You think I don't want to, my dad thinks that 'study mathematics, physics and chemistry well, travel all over the world' is not afraid, so I won't let me study literature, but let me study theory!"

Wu Jinsong mercilessly revealed his background: "In fact, he just dislikes the fact that there are too few girls in our courtyard, and wants to use this channel to get to know more girls."

The male to female ratio of the engineering school they are in is close to 10:1. It is not that girls are really unsuitable to study engineering, but that in this era, girls have much fewer opportunities to go to school than boys, and even fewer can be admitted to college.

Yuan Xia said: "Then you should get an accordion or a guitar, and sing while talking, so that the rate of return will be higher."

Liu Yang said: "You think I don't want to, I didn't bring my accordion at home, I will bring it anyway next semester."

From the end of the 70s to the entire 80s, with the liberation of thoughts, a group of rebellious young people appeared in the literary world that had been imprisoned for more than ten years. They expressed their emotions with vague and hazy images, and a very famous poem was born. Genre - Misty School.

Young people, especially college students in the ivory tower are deeply influenced, and they can write a few sour poems, which is definitely a plus point for charm, and they are more sure about chasing girlfriends.

Yuan Xia doesn't know if his classmates really love poetry, but there must be a lot of people who go to meet female classmates.

He doesn't know much about modern poetry, except for a few, he can't understand what they want to express.In terms of expressing our feelings, our ancient poems are more appropriate, but maybe all the good poems have been written, and modern people want to find a way out, so they have to find another way.

On Saturday afternoon, Yuan Xia was dragged to the club to recruit new students.The location is on the way to the second canteen. The teaching buildings and dormitories of the engineering college are closer to the first canteen, but the girls' dormitory of the whole school is close to the second canteen, which is obvious.

Yuan Xia was also pulled to dress up, he was wearing a blue cloth jacket, but Liu Yang stopped him and stuffed him with a white shirt: "Put on my shirt."

Yuan Xia looked at him: "What's wrong with my clothes, it's clean and tidy, isn't it pretty?"

Liu Yang said: "The clothes are fine, but they don't match the temperament of a literary lover."

Yuan Xia couldn't help laughing: "Literature lovers still choose clothes?"

Liu Yang said: "Don't worry about it, if you tell you to wear it, you can wear it, and you don't need to wash it."

Yuan Xia heard that he didn't need to wash by himself, so he took off his shirt and put on a white shirt.

He also knew that white-clothed boys were indeed more lethal, and Yu Xingyi liked to wear white shirts.