Chapter 132: Zhou Jihuai's letter, a chatterbox
Wen Zhile accepted the gift, but gave it to Ji Diyin right away.
Ji Diyin and Zhou Zhanqi came back late and didn't know that it was given by their youngest son. They only understood after hearing what Wen Zhile said.
The two looked at each other and thought of the same word: abnormal.
Don't blame them for thinking too much, blame Zhou Yusheng for changing so quickly and so abruptly that anyone could tell he had a purpose.
But no one could guess what he was going to do.
Wen Zhile did not stay long after the meal because the meeting time for the debate competition with the friendly school was at 1pm. The friendly school happened to be in Shinan, so Wen Zhile set out directly from the Military Academy of the Southern Military Region.
Zhou Zhanqi was afraid that she would be late, so he specially sent a guard to drive her there.
He even escorted her out personally.
Wen Zhile's heart beat a little faster and she felt nervous.
Uncle Zhou seems to have something to say. This should be about her brother Zhou... right?
"Uncle Zhou, just drop me off here, you can go back now."
Almost reaching the gate of the hospital, Zhou Zhanqi looked outside and saw the guard had just driven over.
He didn't say anything more and just took out a letter from his military uniform pocket.
Wen Zhile looked down and saw "To Wen Zhile" written on the front of the envelope.
It was Zhou Jihuai's handwriting, and she took it immediately.
Zhou Zhanqi was surprised by her speed and laughed: "Ji Huai is far away. He can't come back in the middle of the mission unless there are special circumstances, but he can send and receive letters. This is the letter he wrote after he settled down there."
"The comrade who sent the letter will be returning tomorrow afternoon. If you want to write a reply, please try to get it to me before noon."
Wen Zhile agreed calmly, turned around and ran into the car.
[Uncle Zhou is our elder, why are you blushing? Hahaha.]
Wen Zhile: “…”
The guard was concentrating on driving beside her, and she quietly opened the envelope.
"Zhizhi, seeing your letter is like meeting you in person. You look happy when you see your letter.
I've been on the mission for six days and everything is going well.
Today the organization said that we could send letters out, and the envelopes would be delivered by a special person by train, so I immediately picked up my pen and started writing.
I'm afraid of losing the photo you gave me, so I carry it close to my body, in the inside pocket of my military jacket. Don't worry, the photo will never be seen by outsiders. Even if someone sees it, I will say that you are my sister and will not cause you any trouble.
How have you been lately?
Remember to eat on time and go to bed early, and don't stay up late reading. You are so smart, daytime is enough for you to handle your homework.
I've already mentioned the restaurants we often go to. If you're hungry, just go. No need to bring money. I've paid in advance."
Gave money? ?
This was something Wen Zhile had not expected.
She was in a bad mood, but the corners of her lips were always curled up.
Continue reading.
The envelope contained three pages of general B5 size letter paper, which were filled with writing.
Except for matters involving mission secrets, Zhou Jihuai wrote everything else in great detail, even if some of them did not need to be mentioned at all.
It was the first time that Wen Zhile noticed that he had such a strong desire to talk, even though he was not a talkative person during their normal interactions.
She read it word by word, and soon came to the last few lines:
"I'm fine, don't worry.
It is late at night. There is a particularly shining star next to the moon, and there is a cloud next to the star.
end.
1989.11.17, late Friday night.
She finished reading it the last second, and Xiaojiu sent her a line of bold words the next second: [Sister, there are more words on the back of the second page. ]
Wen Zhile turned the letter over and saw a line of words:
"The moon, stars and clouds are all beautiful, just like you."
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The car drove for twenty minutes and stopped at the side gate of the friendly school.
The place where Wen Zhile got off was not far from the bus stop.
This debate is a tradition of both schools: new members competing against each other.
So all the people who came to participate in the debate competition today were new members. At a glance, there were about fifteen or sixteen people, led by four debaters and the president and vice president, and the rest were just here to watch the fun.
A group of people got off the bus, which was quite spectacular and eye-catching.
The guard went back home. Wen Zhile glanced at the crowd curiously and walked over.
As soon as she got closer, she saw Zhang Nian walking towards her quickly: "Zhi Le, I'm here!"
She seemed a little nervous.
The two of them walked into the crowd together. Wen Zhile simply greeted the people around him and watched them calmly. After a while, he noticed the flaw and was a little speechless.
For a moment, she couldn't figure out why Zhang Nian worked so hard to get into Peking University.
To learn or to talk about the object?
Zhang Nian tried to avoid the president of the debate club, but her role today was to be an on-site translator, so how could he not come and discuss the details with her?
Within a few minutes, the president and vice president, who were walking in front of the team, came to find her together.
Zhang Nian cautiously grabbed Wen Zhile's arm, but Wen Zhile was a little disgusted and pulled her hand away: "I don't like others holding my arm."
Zhang Nien-ping always loves to link arms.
Her smile froze for a moment, and she nodded: "Oh."
"You must be Wen Zhile from the English department, right? I've heard about you for a long time, and you really are as beautiful as the rumors say." The vice president started by exaggerating.
"Thank you, senior sister. You are very beautiful too." Wen Zhile extended her hand. "Nice to meet you."
Fang Mi extended his hand back and shook it: "My name is Fang Mi, I'm from the Department of International Politics, and I'm the vice president of the Debate Society."
Fang Mi is not a beauty at first sight, but she is particularly attractive.
She has long, smooth black curly hair, red eyes, willow-shaped eyebrows, fair skin, thin lips, and a slender figure. When she is not smiling, her temperament is cold and cool, but when she smiles, it is different. Her every move shows that she is well-mannered.
Wen Zhile likes to interact with this kind of people the most, because it makes him feel comfortable, saves trouble, and shows a sense of propriety.
Not like Zhang Nian.
Zhang Nian is the kind of person who, even if she treats her coldly or even quarrels with her, will warm up to her when she can take advantage of her, and talk and laugh as if nothing has happened.
Simply put, profits come first.
She will treat people who are useful to her in a friendly way, but finds it tiring to even say a word to useless people, and when she does open her mouth it is with sarcasm.
"This is a friendly match, you don't need to be nervous." Fang Mi smiled and walked beside Wen Zhile, telling her what to pay attention to next.
The two chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at the small auditorium where the competition was held.
The friendly schools were ready, and fifteen minutes later, the debate officially began.
The two teams sat facing each other, with one translator on each side, each responsible for their own team.
The translator has an extra microphone to ensure that what is said can be heard by everyone.
But until the end of the debate, only Wen Zhile, the translator, spoke.
The main reason is that the international students in the other team can understand Chinese, so there is no need for their translators to help.
It can be seen that both parties are very concerned about the translation.
I am worried that the friendly school's translation is not adequate, and the friendly school is also worried that she will translate it inappropriately.
The result of the debate contest was that Jingzhou University won.
There was a foreign student in the opposing team who didn't speak Chinese fluently and suffered a bit of a loss.
There were other activities going on in the auditorium, so after the referee announced the result, the two teams and the students watching the game in the audience dispersed.
Wen Zhile followed the team out of the small auditorium, and then passively stayed in the corridor, passively socializing with students from the debate club of a friendly school.
With a polite smile on his face, he accepted all the compliments calmly.
Not long into the conversation, the other party's translator came over.
The translator was a boy, wearing a leather jacket, with short hair parted in the middle, and looking overly Western.
Wen Zhile saw him approaching from the corner of her eye and could almost foresee what he was going to say next.
"hello, beautiful lady."
"Zhizhi? What a coincidence."
Before Wen Zhile could open her mouth, she was rescued by a voice.