On Your Own()

In the afternoon, the opening ceremony for freshmen was held in the gymnasium. On the way to the gymnasium, Li Feng kept telling Zhao Jiadi how unwise it was to not go to English class, and how charming the young and beautiful English teacher was, from ruining the country to harming the country and the people. When the moon fell and the moon fell into disgrace, he basically shook out all the beautiful words, which made the boy salivate and his mouth went dry. Zhao Jiadi had no reaction. He just wondered whether the old principal would say it at the opening ceremony. What to order? Ma Xiaotiao, who skipped classes on the first day of school, looked doubtful. This time, Shen Han, whose outlook on life, values ​​and love was completely different from Li Feng's, also made an exception and agreed. Ma Xiaotiao's interest was suddenly aroused and he decided to I must go to see her in the next English class. Among the crowds going to the gymnasium, Zhao Jiadi saw the lonely figure of the old principal with sharp eyes. He was still bent over, with his hands behind his back, and his steps were very slow. There was no one around him. The school leaders were accompanying him, which gave Zhao Jia the first strange feeling, as if the smiling old Maitreya Buddha had no demeanor when meeting alone. His back was bleak as he walked in the sea of ​​people, but he had a desolate and majestic mood.

"That's the principal of our school." Zhao Jiadi pointed to the old man in the distance.

"What? Just that old man with a hunchback?" Li Feng's eyes widened. He had never had face-to-face contact with an old man like Zhao Jiadi, so naturally he had no special feelings. After all, in this world, no matter how high-ranking a provincial or ministerial-level cadre he was, , are still business tycoons with billions of wealth, thrown into the crowd, most of them are still the same as Zhao Jiadi, inconspicuous and innocuous.

Because the old principal walked slowly, he kept being bumped by the excited students. The old man didn't take it seriously and walked forward slowly. Shen Han immediately took the lead and rushed over, trying to help him. In this school, just a cough can make a large group of students move. The deputy principal and deputy secretary broke out in a cold sweat. The old principal narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Shen Han, smiled, shook his head slightly, and continued to move forward alone.

Shen Han scratched his head and followed the old man cautiously.

"What a flatterer." Li Feng muttered.

Ma Xiaotiao wore MP4 earbuds and ignored them.

There are two rows of boys and girls in each class. Zhao Jiadi once again chose to sit at the last one. Many of them brought MP3s or even psps, and at least one or two magazines and newspapers. For fear of falling asleep, they had to sit at the end from the first day. The school has experienced countless dull and boring ceremony parties. No one expects to hear anything new on such occasions. Now I am afraid that even the little kids in kindergarten know the principle of shooting first and killing the first bird. Sure enough, the leader is very rigid. It was a very boring freshman speech. More than two thousand people were confused and sleepy. Zhao Jiadi, who brought the book "The Road to Serfdom" to the ceremony, took the time to observe the enemy's situation and found that the counselor had no time to pay attention to the absent-minded people. student, and then painfully discovered that his class had the most tragically scarce resources for beauties. He took a look at Zhou Xiaoman's class, and as expected, there were so many beauties in the class after a comparison. Zhao Jiadi sighed and lowered his head to continue reading, implying that He has Yan Ruyu in his book, but he did not see the old principal who did not sit on the podium to speak and walked around in a low-key circle around the tail of all the classes in the college.

At the end of the opening ceremony, he finally walked to the podium without any hurry. Several school leaders who had been informed that the principal was not on stage were so frightened that they suddenly stood up and hurriedly gave up their seats. More than two thousand young men and women in the audience finally Some people raised their heads and wanted to know what was going on. They saw an old man who looked like a doorman wearing a pair of cloth shoes. He took a microphone and walked to the podium. There was no speech script and no host announcement. He coughed. Twice, he said tepidly: "Dear colleagues and classmates, I don't want to speak on behalf of anyone today. I just want to speak with more than 2,000 people as an old man who has been rooted in this school for 50 years and is about to leave this school. Say a few words to the new student."

The old man's voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly in the ears of everyone in the stadium.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and everyone was whispering.

The old man held the microphone in one hand, and the other hand was still behind his back. He wore thick old scholar glasses, a pair of cheap rubber-soled cloth shoes, and was dressed like an old hat. Ignoring the noise in the audience, he continued: "We are in a

The school district has an inaccurate name, Yangpu University Town. In this land there are Fudan University, Tongji University, Second Military University, University of Finance and Economics, and what else? I don’t quite remember, but I’m sure you must too.

Not sure, that is to say, if someone asks about our school, after he finally hears your explanation, he will suddenly realize, oh, it is the university next to Tongji and the Second Army University. Or wait one day.

If you go shopping in downtown Shanghai and can't wait for the bus, you take a taxi to Yangpu University Town. The driver must not know this place either, so you have to say, Master, why don't you just send me to Tongji University first?

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The whole audience burst into laughter.

The old principal also laughed, but the rostrum where people were chatting and laughing was completely silent. The old man gently took off his glasses, wiped them with his shirt, put them on and continued: "So frankly speaking, this is not something that can make you

I don’t know how many of the more than 2,000 students who came to this university can win applause and envy just by talking about it. I don’t know how many of the more than 2,000 students came here because they felt that they could be happy and free after being sad for 1981. I don’t know how many of them were dejected.

I came here just to get a diploma, and then I went into the society, doing odd jobs for Fudan students, Peking University and Tsinghua students, running errands, serving tea and water, etc. In this regard, I entered this school when I was 20 years old, and then I didn’t

The old man who left again wanted to say something from his heart. There is only one end in a person's life, but there are many starting points. The first big starting point is from the mother's womb. No one can change this. Next, elementary school will be promoted to junior high school, and junior high school will be promoted to high school.

, are two new starting points, and many children regard the transition from high school to college as the end of life. This is a kind of irresponsibility. After the age of 18, you don’t have to be responsible for your parents, but at least you have to learn

I started to take responsibility for myself. I remember this sentence, one of your seniors said to me after he was drunk: Even if you are stepped on like a puddle of mud, you still have to squeeze out a dog's tail. If I remember correctly, he

Coming from a poor county, he owed tuition fees every year. He earned a dollar a dollar by getting a scholarship at school and working four jobs as a handyman and a tutor during two vacations. On the day of graduation, he said this to me.

, I still paid for the drink. Now, this guy who borrowed 512 books from the library in four years of college, breaking the school record, may be my leader in about ten years when he leaves the National Development and Reform Commission and comes to Shanghai.

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This time the laughter was much sparser.

The old principal smiled, looked around at the more than 2,000 young faces in the audience, and said: "I don't ask you to borrow more than a hundred books every year like that senior. I think about 30 books a year is enough. Of course it must be

Books other than textbooks, to be honest, the books that universities desperately want you to read are not very useful. The works that you are willing to read, chew and reflect on are the spiritual wealth that affects your life. I am just an ordinary person.

A common farmer's son, who struggled to get into college at the age of 20, and started working as a teacher at the age of 26. Teaching and educating people to this day has only proved one thing, even a toad can enrich himself for decades, sooner or later.

One day I will jump out of the pond and eat swan meat. This swan meat can be filled with peaches and plums all over the world, it can be a beautiful woman, it can be a glorious family name, or it can be a great financier, I have a clear conscience, no

It's a pity, and I've been waiting for the day when you think you don't feel guilty about yourself. Maybe after hearing this, many students will ask, why does such an inconspicuous school require us to work hard? Yes, this school has neither

The buildings of Chinese universities are flooded with disasters, and there are not a few masters who have been collectively ignored by Chinese universities for many years. Why?"

The old principal paused, pointed at himself, and then at the audience, "On your own."

The whole place was silent.

The old man regained his relaxed smile and said: "Okay, I'm sorry for taking up so much time for everyone to listen to music and read newspapers. The meeting is dismissed."

Zhao Jiadi had already closed the classic economics book at the beginning of the old principal's first sentence and listened to it word for word.

He knew that the senior whom the old principal spoke of was one of the few close friends of Zhao Sanjin. He entered the National Development and Reform Commission eight years ago and had ups and downs before finally rising to prominence. Zhao Jiadi didn't understand the ups and downs during this period, let alone that man.

There was a huge upheaval behind it, but he was sure that it was reasonable for a man like that to have such a rapid rise. He stood up, picked up a plastic chair and left the gymnasium. Looking at most of the new alumni who returned to their frivolous nature after being shocked, Zhao Jiadi remained silent and then

This is real life. Everyone progresses or slips according to inertia. Most of them are frogs gradually dying in boiling warm water, so ignorant that they don't even have the courage to jump out.

The old principal still left separately from a large number of school leaders, but this time he was accompanied by a beautiful woman dressed as an office worker. The woman, about 30 years old, was very well-off and elegant. Zhao Jiadi could only vaguely see a stunning profile and slim back.

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Chapter completed!