After class, Song Shuxi and Tiantian did not rush home, but strolled along the streets of Shanghai.
Recently, many small vendors have appeared, some selling vegetables and some selling small items such as socks and insoles.
The management of the black market has also become much more relaxed. The two people who were keeping watch at the door have become just one person, and no entrance fee is charged.
Tiantian is good at martial arts and has been going to the black market a lot recently.
Song Shuqian noticed these changes, but did not act in a hurry.
She has plenty of patience.
Today the two of them went out for a stroll and stopped by the trust store. Seeing that good times were approaching, Song Shuxi planned to collect some good things one after another.
She has not forgotten her ambition to build a museum to display her treasures.
The two were lucky enough to see a pair of gold bracelets inlaid with beads. The whole bracelet is divided into four sections, which are connected by connectors inlaid with turquoise gemstones. It has an exquisite design and delicate craftsmanship.
The most important thing is that this is an old item and looks like it is from the Qing Dynasty.
At this time, these things can be bought for just a few dozen dollars.
This bracelet is made of gold and is only a little more expensive.
Song Shuqian can definitely afford it.
She also bought a few inkstones and pens, so that Yueyue and Yangyang could also be enlightened.
Tiantian sighed, "Every time I see you like these things, I feel that you were born in the wrong era. If you were in ancient times, you might have become a noble lady from an aristocratic family."
Song Shuqian glared at her and said, "What a lie! The situation is better now, but what if it recurs?
This bracelet is for you, one for each of us. "
Tiantian didn't refuse. There is no need to be so polite between good sisters, just reciprocate.
After the last incident, the security in Shanghai is now very good. When the two walked on the street, they could see public security and traffic police on duty.
Wei Jianguo said that the traffic police were also criticized, saying that they should pay attention to the methods and approaches when enforcing the law.
Song Shuqian is not very clear about the details.
Anyway, the environment on the streets is very good now.
The school gate, which was bustling with people a few days ago, has returned to its former deserted state.
“I wonder when the college entrance examination results will be released?”
"There was no announcement on the radio, and I don't know how many people will get what they want. On the day of the college entrance examination, I passed by the school and there were really a lot of people, crowded together at the school gate."
Song Shuqian thought of the imperial examination cheating case during the Yong Dynasty and felt a little emotional for a moment, "I just hope that this exam will not let anyone down."
Tiantian also thought of the various cheating methods that had been exposed in her previous life, and she didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Perhaps noticing Tiantian's discomfort, Song Shuqian comforted her, "The system is gradually improved in practice."
Tiantian is a very carefree person. She was worried one moment, but the next moment, knowing that she couldn't do anything about it, she started laughing again.
I originally thought that the college entrance examination had nothing to do with Song Shuqian.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Meng, who had disappeared for a long time, showed up.
After not seeing each other for several months, Song Shuxi was a little surprised to see each other for the first time. She looked at the old man carefully and was relieved only after making sure that he was not injured.
"How come you have time to come here? Are you done with your work?"
The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Look at how bad you are at talking, girl. What do you mean by 'I'm done with my work'? It's as if you despise me, an old man."
When facing such an old child, Song Shuqian already has a unique way of getting along with him, which is to ignore his jokes and just say what you want to say.
"You never come to see me unless you have something to ask. Do you have something to ask me this time?"
Cough cough cough, it was a straight ball that almost made Mr. Meng spit out water.
When did this girl become so inflexible in her speech?
It's so easy to offend people by talking like this.
But in fact, he himself was not much better.
Listen to what he said, "I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"
Song Shuqian didn't say anything, but just looked at him helplessly, as if she was looking at an ignorant naughty child.
Seeing that the old man was about to grab his weapon, he quickly added, "Of course not, I haven't played chess with you for a long time, and I am addicted to chess.
Isn't it because you never come to me when you have nothing to do? "
She said to herself, no, it’s also fun to play chess with An An.
Mr. Meng waved his hand, looking like he didn't want to argue with Song Shuqian, "I came to you to ask if you are interested in teaching at Hubin University."
Song Shuqian...what did you say? I didn't hear it. Say it again louder.
Very satisfied with the result he had created, Mr. Meng said in a pretentious manner, "Look at your lack of ability. Are you scared by a Hubin University?"
Song Shuqian nodded frantically, as if she was going to nod her head off. Of course she was scared. She only graduated from high school and could already teach college students.
Is the world crazy, or is she crazy?
As if seeing her confusion, the old man explained, "There is a serious talent gap now. There are only two teachers in the art department, and they teach oil painting.
For the time being, I couldn’t find a teacher to teach calligraphy and Chinese painting. "
As he said this, Mr. Meng's face was filled with sorrow, his eyes were filled with sadness, and he seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze. His body was trembling slightly, and he looked decadent.
Because of their different circumstances, Song Shuqian couldn't empathize with them, but that didn't affect her efforts to ease the atmosphere.
She was full of surprise, pointing her finger at herself, her mouth slightly open, eyes full of disbelief, and asked, "Me?"
The old man really liked to see the lively appearance of young people, but when Song Shuxi interrupted him, the sadness he had just felt disappeared.
"Yes, it's you. I've also attended your calligraphy class and seen your handwriting. Your strokes are as smooth as flowing water, and the structure is rigorous yet flexible.
Your teaching method is also very lively and interesting. Your explanation of calligraphy is easy to understand and not only imparts knowledge, but also allows students to feel the charm of calligraphy. "
Song Shuqian was troubled by her educational level, "But I only graduated from high school."
The old man was surprised, "You didn't take the college entrance examination?"
Song Shuqian snorted, "I don't like the kind of work that requires sitting in the office. I know everything I like, and I'm not short of money. My husband earns me status, so why should I go to college?"
The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He thought Song Shuxi would take the college entrance examination. After all, she was really talented.
Others may not have enough time to review in a month, but she has a photographic memory, so as long as she wants, it is enough.
He pointed at Song Shuqian with his finger, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Song Shuxi is the most suitable teacher he can think of. Without the teacher, the art department will not be able to recruit students this year.
They don't want to miss this exam.
Song Shuxi was also thinking about Mr. Meng's suggestion. She had never thought of becoming a university teacher.
Now that I think about it, it seems possible. She really needed a job, if for no other reason than to have something to do.
For this job, it would be best if you have flexible working hours, and it would be even better if you can have a certain social status.
An'an and Lele are about to go to high school, and Yueyue and Yangyang should also go to nursery.
The family needs to buy a house in Shanghai and settle down.
Mr. Meng thought about it for a long time, then went out to make a phone call.
Song Shuqian felt that she would never be able to become a university teacher. Fortunately, she didn't have any hope and was not very disappointed.
Unexpectedly, when Mr. Meng came back after making the call, his face was full of smiles. “Pick up a few of your works, and we’ll select some and send you to participate in an international competition.
As long as you can win the award, no one can question you. "Song Shuqian wanted to say, there's no need to go through so much trouble, she doesn't care. Relatives’ calligraphy and painting were what she used to pass the time.
But when she met Mr. Meng's hopeful eyes, she couldn't refuse.
Nodded and agreed.
After separating from Mr. Meng, Song Shuxi realized that the old man was pretending to be pitiful and deceiving her.
Song Shuqian was so angry that she almost died.
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