Tonight, Lin Chaoyang changed from his previous state. He sat at his desk and wrote rapidly, writing non-stop.
When he went to bed, Tao Yushu asked him: "I see you wrote a lot tonight."
"Well, full of inspiration!"
So full of shit!
He had been working hard at foreign work before, and Liu Xinwu's visit during the day to ask for manuscripts gave him some motivation. He felt that the progress was almost complete, so he speeded up.
"Creation is like this. It always requires some deep thinking at the beginning. Just smooth out the ideas."
Although Tao Yushu usually puts pressure on Lin Chaoyang, he also pays attention to his creative status and communicates with him from time to time.
On Sunday, my brother-in-law Du Feng, whom I hadn't seen for more than half a month, came again.
Lin Chaoyang thought that he was here to "polished" his love letter again, and the two of them greeted him warmly.
"How's the pursuit of your girlfriend going?"
Du Feng smiled and said nothing.
"A few more love letters for you?"
"No need." Du Feng waved his hand.
Lin Chaoyang thought his girlfriend had caught him, but Du Feng said: "Brother-in-law, I'm going to Yunnan right away."
"Yunnan is great, the four seasons are like..."
Lin Chaoyang's words stopped abruptly. He reacted and looked at his brother-in-law.
"Going to Yunnan?"
Du Feng pretended to be relaxed and nodded, "The war is going on at the front, so we, the art soldiers, can't live without food, right?"
"When are you leaving?" Lin Chaoyang asked.
"the day after tomorrow."
"So fast?"
"I was assigned by my father." Du Feng smiled bitterly and told the truth.
"What's the meaning?"
"The captain discovered that I was in love."
Lin Chaoyang asked: "I'm not a student, what's the point of falling in love?"
"She's only 16."
Good guy, you are an outlaw!
Lin Chaoyang didn't expect that he almost became Du Feng's accomplice. After being shocked, he asked again: "What's going on in Yunnan? It's just about falling in love."
"My dad won't let me find someone from the art troupe. You don't know, there are some people in our army who are looking for lesbians from the art troupe to be their daughters-in-law."
Lin Chaoyang nodded understandingly. He still remembered that there was a TV series called "Happiness is Like a Flower" in later generations, which probably told this kind of story. Du Feng's father seemed to be dissatisfied with the style of some comrades in the army.
"My dad said that the soldiers on the front line were fighting bloody battles. I only knew how to talk about love, and he wanted to send me to the front in a fit of anger."
"Your dad is so willing!"
Everyone can talk about being patriotic, but how many people can step forward bravely when blood is shed in battle?
This is what our predecessors deserve to admire and respect.
Du Feng sighed, "He has been through mountains of swords and seas of fire in his life. I have never seen him shed tears since he was a child. Sometimes I wonder if his heart is made of iron."
He added: "But we are just going to express condolences. There is no danger as you imagine. The real danger is the soldiers."
Du Feng comforted Lin Chaoyang, but his tone gradually became lower, more like he was comforting himself.
Lin Chaoyang didn't know what to say, so he just patted Du Feng on the shoulder and said in a sincere tone: "When you come back, I'll treat you to a drink!"
Du Feng nodded heavily and took out a cigarette from his arms.
"What are you doing?"
"Thank you for this month old."
Du Feng blinked at Lin Chaoyang, "I said I was writing a checkup, but I didn't say we were no longer getting along."
Lin Chaoyang laughed. Young people's love is like a sudden flame, burning blazingly. The more you obstruct it, the more it adds fuel to the fire. Sometimes you let it burn, and if the passion is gone, the two of them will die.
Broken.
After the two chatted, Du Feng left the room and informed Tao's father and Tao's mother about the incident.
Although the two of them were worried about Du Feng, they were still calm. Tao Yumo, the little girl, actually cried.
Although she and Du Feng usually bickered, after all, they had grown up together since childhood.
"It's okay, I'm just going to perform. It's not as dangerous as you think."
After saying goodbye to everyone, Du Feng declined Mother Tao's invitation to have dinner together, got on his bicycle, waved to everyone, and left pretending to be cool.
On this day, the Tao family felt a little heavy.
The next morning, Lin Chaoyang was about to go to the big classroom to attend class. When he passed by the east side of the library, he saw Zhu Guangqian running away again. It seemed that the old man was really unstoppable. Today, Zhu Guangqian actually had a curly blond hair next to him.
Brother Mao.
The curly-haired boy is over 1.8 meters tall. He feels an inexplicable sense of joy next to Old Zhu, who is less than 1.6 meters tall.
There have always been foreign students at Yanda, and they can be seen from time to time on campus, but Lin Chaoyang rarely sees this group of people in the library.
During class, Lin Chaoyang heard students from the Chinese Department discussing whether to go to the Workers' Stadium to watch a performance by the Boston Symphony Orchestra.
In the past two years, Sino-US diplomacy has been in the honeymoon stage. The old man just visited the United States some time ago. The two countries will usher in comprehensive exchanges in the political, economic and cultural fields. It is against this background that the Boston Symphony Orchestra visited China to perform.
The orchestra first arrived in Shanghai on March 15th, exchanged ideas in Shanghai, and performed two performances before flying to Yanjing. Newspapers had already reported this news a few days ago.
In recent years, there have not been many cultural exchanges in China. As one of the world's top ten symphony orchestras, the Boston Symphony Orchestra's visit to China has aroused considerable response among the public through the media's exaggeration.
"Can you get the tickets?" Lin Chaoyang asked Liang Zuo about the Huan he was discussing just now.
"You have to rob it, it's hard to say."
You have to buy tickets to see a symphony orchestra performance. This is the sequelae of the poor spiritual life of the people in the past few years.
Lin Chaoyang wanted to invite Tao Yushu to a concert. The couple rarely had the opportunity to go out on dates, so since tickets were hard to grab, forget it.
After class, Lin Chaoyang didn't bother to eat and went back to the library first.
As soon as he walked to the front desk, he saw Hu Wenqiong chatting with a foreigner. The foreigner was the blond and curly young man Lin Chaoyang saw in the morning.
There are many highly educated talents in the Yanda Library, many of whom can speak English. Hu Wenqiong's English is also good, but his English is mute.
The young man is not proficient in Chinese and his pronunciation is not very standard.
The two of them were talking about their own things. Hu Wenqiong was so anxious that sweat was pouring from his forehead and he couldn't understand. He was about to go find someone.
Lin Chaoyang listened for a long time, struggled to identify it, and said: "Sister Hu, he seems to be looking for "Jin Ping Mei"."
"Qing Pengmei, fight, fight, fight!"
The foreigner's bulk Chinese boy became a lot smarter now, and he even wanted to come up and give Lin Chaoyang a high-five. This style of behavior seemed to come from the United States.
Lin Chaoyang's English is only at CET-4 level, but fortunately there are more opportunities for practical use in later generations, so it is still passable.
After a few stumbling exchanges with the foreigner, I found out that he was indeed an international student from the United States. His English name was Matthew Mouw. He also gave himself a Chinese name, Mao Tianci.
"You can call me Amao."
Amao?
Chapter completed!