Chapter 136 Learning to Take Photos
It was the weekend, and Fubao got up early to wash her face and brush her teeth. After thinking for a while, she didn't dare to wear her bell-bottom pants, but a formal white long skirt. The reason why she was so careful was that a specialist from the Academy of Sciences was coming to their school to give them a mathematics lecture today.
The specialist's name was Chen Jingrun. She had read about Chen Jingrun's name in professional journals a long time ago. She knew that more than ten years ago, Chen Jingrun had published a paper entitled "Expressing an Even Number as the Sum of a Prime Number and the Product of Not More Than Two Prime Numbers," which became a milestone in the research of Goldbach's Conjecture, and the result was also defined as Chen's Theorem.
Interestingly, researcher Chen Jingrun was an idiot in life. It was said that he once hit his head on a telephone pole because he was obsessed with thinking about mathematical problems.
Fubao was a little excited to think that such a person who lived in a publication was going to come to the school to give a lecture.
After hearing Fubao's story about hitting the electric pole, several roommates also found it amusing and expressed their desire to attend the class.
In fact, the Imperial University of Peking is the top university in the country. The professional teachers who usually teach them are among the best in the country. However, old professors are old professors. As freshmen, their professional level is not up to that level. These are just basic courses, so they can't understand anything special about the courses taught by the experts. Now, after hearing about such an expert who hit a telephone pole, they became interested.
So everyone went to the lecture hall of the Department of Mathematics and Science early that day. They found that there were quite a few people there. Fubao and the others only occupied seats at the back, leaning their heads out to wait for Chen Jingrun to arrive.
After a while, a thin middle-aged man wearing glasses came up to the podium. He first bowed respectfully to everyone with a humble and cautious look on his face. The serious look made many students respect him.
After all, he was a researcher at the Academy of Sciences, and they were just students. They felt the respect that Researcher Chen Jingrun had for them, and they all straightened their backs and listened attentively.
After Chen Jingrun bowed, he spoke. Everyone was a little surprised when he spoke. He spoke Mandarin with a heavy accent, and he stuttered and spoke unclearly.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, thinking that this is what researchers at the Academy of Sciences are like.
Chen Jingrun seemed unaware of everyone's surprise. He began to talk about his latest paper, "The Smallest Prime Number in Arithmetic Series", which pushed the smallest prime number from 80 to 16. He also mentioned that he took this paper to the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, Country X for an academic visit.
At this point, the students were so attracted by his story that they ignored his accent. Everyone was filled with respect. They could feel that Chen Jingrun was truly an extraordinary figure who had brought glory to their country in mathematics.
Chen Jingrun concluded by saying, "Students, climbing the peak of science is like a mountaineer scaling Mount Everest. You must overcome countless difficulties and obstacles. Cowards and lazy people cannot enjoy the joy and happiness of victory. Students, you must forge ahead courageously and rely on unwavering perseverance to achieve the final victory."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone applauded.
It can be seen that researcher Chen Jingrun is not very good at speaking, but his story and his spirit are very inspiring.
Coming out of the auditorium, Fubao couldn't help but recall the speech. She felt a little shocked, but also fortunate. She felt so lucky to be able to come to an institution of higher learning like Imperial University of Peking, where there were lectures by famous people almost every week, and they were all people who had made great achievements in science. This atmosphere greatly promoted her studies.
Many years later, not only Fubao, but even Fubao's roommates would recall their university life and express their feelings that the four years of life at Beijing University had refined their souls and influenced their lives.
At this moment, the young girls' faces were filled with youthful smiles. After recalling the speech, they began to discuss what to eat in the cafeteria at noon. Who knew that at this moment, a boy ran up to them and said, "Student Gu Danyang, I——"
His face seemed to be a little red, but he still said boldly: "My name is Wang Fenjin, can I buy you a cup of coffee?"
Several roommates looked at each other, and they all understood what the boy meant. They winked at Fubao and said, "Fubao, do you want to go?"
Fubao was so eye-catching that there were few girls prettier than her in the entire campus of Beijing University. Moreover, her outstanding performance in the military training achievement show had attracted a lot of attention. She had already attracted the attention of many boys, but those guys usually hinted at her indirectly. Few of them were as bold as the girl in front of him to come over and be so direct and enthusiastic.
Fubao shook his head: "Thank you, classmate, but I still want to go to the cafeteria to eat with my roommate."
When the boy heard this, his face turned blue and red, and he suddenly realized how big a mistake he had made.
It's time for dinner. Why would anyone go to a cafe to drink coffee when they have nothing to do?
Besides...it seems that the staff canteen provides meals at noon, but does not sell coffee?
He suddenly wanted to hit his head, but he said quickly, "After you finish your meal, can I treat you to coffee?"
Fu Bao pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Classmate, thank you very much for your kindness. But I'm very busy and have to read in the afternoon. I'm really sorry."
When the boy heard this, his face finally changed from alternating pale blue to pure red. He gritted his teeth and nodded, "Well, it's nothing, nothing, you're busy. By the way, this is for you."
After saying that, he stuffed a letter directly into Fubao's hand and fled.
Fubao and his roommates looked at each other, then lowered their heads to look at the letter they were forced to take, and then everyone laughed.
Shen Meini has been really into dressing up lately, but her skin is dark, and even after applying lotion like crazy, it's still a little dark. She's a little frustrated: "Fubao, I see that other people in college are already dating, so you might as well consider it. For us, even if we wanted to, no one would buy us coffee!"
Mo Jiasi sighed, "Yeah, this kind of thing is like a drought that kills you, a flood that kills you."
Their complaints really amused Wang Fenghua. She was already a married woman with a husband and children, and she only wanted to make a good living so that her family could live a good life in the future. Naturally, she didn't have such thoughts. Now, seeing these girls' little complaints and troubles, she felt envious and amused.
She couldn't help but ask Fubao: "Fubao, I think that boy is not bad, quite simple, silly and cute, don't you consider giving it a try?"
Fubao shook his head: "Forget it, I don't think it's interesting."
When she said this, Li Juaner couldn't help but ask, "Then what do you find interesting?"
Fubao was stunned. What's so interesting?
She didn't know either. Anyway, she thought it was boring to go to a cafe with a boy to drink coffee and then talk nonsense together. She had seen many letters to her asking for progress together with her.
Now that she is in college, people are relatively less conservative. Some of them directly and implicitly express their desire to be friends with her and ask her if she is interested. They also write various poems for her, in English, Chinese and Russian, but she finds it boring.
It seems that these people have obviously gone through difficult times in the past, so how can they be so irrelevant? She can even recite these poems, which is disgusting to watch. What meaning can they express by writing these poems written by others to her?
Mo Jiasi suddenly thought of something: "Hey, do you like your brother Dingkun?"
Her words perked up everyone, and they started comparing and judging each other. Finally, the oldest, Wang Fenghua, concluded, "Actually, your brother Dingkun is quite good, just a little older, seven years older, right? That seems OK... You see, there are boys in our school who are seven years older than you. Actually, if you round it up, we could be classmates."
Li Juaner: "I think seven years old is too old..."
Fu Baowan didn't expect them to say that, and hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense! It's not true!"
Li Juan'er burst out laughing. "Then why is your brother Dingkun so nice to you? The doll he gave you was one he put a lot of thought into. You won't find it anywhere else on the market!"
Fubao: "He has always been very good to me. When I was a child, he gave me delicious food. Whenever I wrote to him about something, he would—"
Fubao originally wanted to refute some of her roommates, so she said this as a matter of course, but she suddenly stopped halfway through her words.
No one should be nice to anyone as a matter of course, including Xiao Dingkun.
He was really good to himself.
Seeing her suddenly fall silent, several roommates couldn't help but tease her: "Your brother Jinyun is actually not bad, but he's too old. He's already in his thirties, right? He definitely won't work. Your brother Dingkun is only seven years older than you, so he's actually quite suitable..."
As he was speaking, several roommates fell silent.
Fubao looked up in confusion, only to see that several of his roommates were looking towards the cafeteria not far away.
Fubao followed their gaze and saw Xiao Dingkun waiting by the steps of the cafeteria with a bag in his hand.
Shen Meini's eyes turned red with envy: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't hang out with us, your brother Dingkun has brought you some goodies again!"
Fubao just thought about how good Xiao Dingkun was to him, and he was feeling so many doubts in his mind. Suddenly he saw Xiao Dingkun, and for a moment he didn't know what he felt: shy, ignorant, bewildered, and a little bit expectant?
She bit her lip and looked at Xiao Dingkun not far away, but she couldn't move her feet and didn't know how to get over there.
Shen Meini pushed her and said, "We've abandoned you. Go find your brother Dingkun. We'll go eat by ourselves!"
After saying that, several people went straight to the cafeteria and left Fubao behind.
Xiao Dingkun came over and frowned: "What's wrong? You look so stupid?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes: "Don't you recognize me?"
Fubao quickly shook his head: "No, no!"
Xiao Dingkun naturally noticed her abnormality, and his eyes quickly fell on the letter in her hand. It was obviously a letter without a postmark or stamp. Why was there no postmark or stamp? It was because the other party had handed it to Fubao in person.
It is naturally not convenient to tell Fubao what kind of letter he would give to him in person.
Xiao Dingkun withdrew his gaze from the letter and asked calmly, "Have you eaten?"
Fubao: "No, I just went to the lecture hall to listen to a researcher's speech. He was just about to come over for dinner..."
Xiao Dingkun nodded: "Come on, I'll take you out to eat."
Xiao Dingkun asked Fubao what he wanted to eat, but Fubao didn't have anything in mind right now. "How about we go get some noodles? I still remember the day I first arrived in the capital, you took me to eat noodles with soybean paste. It was so delicious."
Xiao Dingkun glanced at Fubao and smiled: "Look at your achievements."
But he didn't say anything else. He took Fubao directly to a state-owned restaurant near the school and asked. Although it was not a restaurant specializing in Zhajiangmian, fortunately, Zhajiangmian was quite common and they sold it.
Xiao Dingkun ordered two servings of noodles with soybean paste, a serving of peanuts with aged vinegar, pig ears with red oil, and a serving of sliced beef.
Fu Bao sighed, "There are too many. It will be a waste if we can't finish it later."
After all, they had lived through those difficult times, so Fubao would eat whatever he liked.
Xiao Dingkun: "Don't worry, we can finish it. The quantity here is not big."
When the side dishes arrived, Fubao realized that there really weren't many, and that it should be just enough for two people, so he felt relieved. This place doesn't specialize in fried noodles, so the taste isn't as authentic as the one I had before, but the sliced beef was delicious, which was an unexpected bonus.
In fact, Fubao used to crave meat, but now her life is better and she is no longer unable to walk when she sees meat. Now she even occasionally eats some pork elbow and braised pork.
While eating, Xiao Dingkun remembered the letter in her hand, which she had put into her schoolbag.
After a moment of silence, he asked casually, "Is that letter you took from home?"
Fubao shook his head: "It's not from home. They just sent a letter last week."
Xiao Dingkun said "Oh" softly and stopped asking.
This made Fubao feel indescribable, as if she was hiding something from him. After thinking about it, she smiled and said, "Actually, that letter was given to me by another classmate."
Xiao Dingkun: "Your classmate? Then why would I send you a letter?"
Fubao blushed: "It's a male classmate..."
Xiao Dingkun understood immediately, staring at Fubao, and said meaningfully: "Yes, it seems that your university life is very rich and colorful."
Fubao felt embarrassed and quickly shook his head: "No! I don't even want to date right now, I just want to study hard... I forgot the name of that boy. He wanted to buy me coffee, but I refused. But before he left, he suddenly stuffed the letter into my hand. I didn't have time to say anything, and I couldn't just throw it in the trash can."
Xiao Dingkun did not comment on this matter and ate his food in silence.
Fubao wanted to talk about this matter again, but he felt that it would make things worse, so he gave up.
After finishing the meal, Fubao quickly stood up and said, "Let me pay the bill, Brother Dingkun, this meal is for you."
Xiao Dingkun raised his eyebrows: "No need, I'll treat you. If your teacher Huo knew that I asked you to pay for my meal with you, he would definitely laugh at me."
Fubao was very determined: "Just consider it as my thanks for giving me the doll. I want to treat you."
Xiao Dingkun glanced at her deeply. She had actually learned to be polite to him. After a long while, he slowly said, "Okay."
Fortunately, the meal was not too expensive. Fubao felt a little bit painful when paying the bill, but it was still acceptable. However, after comparing it in his mind, he felt that it would be better to eat in the cafeteria. The food in the cafeteria was cheap and the quantity was sufficient.
After dinner, Xiao Dingkun took out his camera: "Come, I'll teach you how to use a camera."
As soon as Fubao saw the camera, he became excited and threw away all the confusion in his heart.
Seeing her excited look, Xiao Dingkun shook his head and smiled: "Study hard. If you can't learn it, I won't be willing to give you the camera."
Fubao nodded vigorously.
Xiao Dingkun took the camera and explained to Fubao the structure of the camera, where the lens was, how to adjust the focal length, and asked Fubao to try to take a picture.
Fubao listened for a long time and thought he understood, but when he touched the camera, he was a little afraid to press the shutter.
"Is this really okay?" She asked Xiao Dingkun again cautiously, "Will it break?"
There was no other way. The camera was very expensive, costing several hundred dollars, which was equivalent to her allowance for one or two years.
As for the film, it is not cheap either. I heard that a 100-color negative Kodak film costs thirteen yuan, which means that if you click the button, the film alone will cost you ten cents and thirteen cents, which is enough to buy a plate of stir-fried cabbage in the cafeteria.
Seeing her cautious look, Xiao Dingkun smiled and said, "It's okay, just take the photo."
Fubao looked at the street in the camera. She felt bad for wasting money on a plate of stir-fried cabbage, so she simply said, "Brother Dingkun, stand there and I'll take a picture of you!"
Xiao Dingkun: "No, I don't like taking pictures. Just take pictures of this street."
However, Fubao insisted and directly pushed Xiao Dingkun: "No, just stand there and I'll take pictures of you. When I'm good at practicing, I can also take pictures of Brother Shengtian!"
Xiao Dingkun had no choice but to stand under the tree.
Fubao looked through the camera carefully and felt that it was not right: "Brother Dingkun, why don't you strike a pose, put your hands in your pockets, yes, yes, lower your head slightly... and smile again, no, no, not like this, smile with your mouth wide open..."
Xiao Dingkun was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt today. The rolled-up sleeves revealed half of his strong arms, and one button on his collar was unbuttoned. He looked a little different from usual, more like his youth, when he stood on the hillside and stopped the fight between villagers with his wild and unruly manner.
But it was Xiao Dingkun who, under Fubao's command, raised his hands, put his hands in his pockets, smiled, and then didn't smile...
Occasionally, passersby would look over curiously. The man's shirt and trousers seemed to be from Hong Kong. They didn't look like anything made in China, and they looked nothing like what ordinary people wore. The key was his good looks, his whole attire exuding an air of nobility. As for the girl next to him, she was young, fashionable, and beautiful, about seventeen or eighteen years old, in the prime of her youth.
These two people, the man is calm and steady, the woman is delicate and gentle, the girl is there directing the man this and that, the man looks cold and doesn't talk much, he seems difficult to talk to, but he just lets the girl direct him.
After struggling for a while, Fubao finally said, "Okay."
Xiao Dingkun walked over and asked: "How many photos did you take?"
Fubao was puzzled: "How many can there be? Just one!"
One? Xiao Dingkun was surprised.
He was directed to strike so many poses, but only one was taken? Then why did he smile and not smile, lean to the side and stretch his legs, like an opera singer?
She only took one photo?
Fu Bao was also surprised when he saw Xiao Dingkun like this: "Isn't this film very expensive? It's just the price of a plate of stir-fried cabbage!"
Of course it can't be wasted.
Xiao Dingkun: "..."
A serving of stir-fried cabbage...
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