"I just have a minor health problem, it's not a big deal."
“When I was young, I studied abroad.”
Shen Ziqing did not directly answer Jiang Tang's question, but instead talked about what he saw when he was young and studying abroad.
"Forty years ago, they already had tall buildings, cars everywhere on the road, trains crisscrossing the country, countless factories, and ships docked in the harbor..."
When Shen Ziqing recalled the past, there was longing and expectation in his eyes.
The other students were immersed in the picture described by Shen Ziqing.
I can’t imagine how developed other countries have become after forty years…
Jiang Tang seemed to understand but not quite.
I seem to understand, but I also seem not to fully understand.
"A silkworm's thread is not exhausted until death, a candle's tears do not dry until it turns to ashes? Is that what you mean?"
She looked innocent.
Shen Ziqing came back to his senses, met Jiang Tang's focused gaze, and burst out laughing again.
"Mr. Jiang, you are too kind."
"I just want to take advantage of the fact that my old bones can still move, so that I can come and teach you for a few more days and try to teach more students."
He also wanted to see his own country one day, with tall buildings standing in rows, cars everywhere on the streets, long railway lines, busy trains, and ships loaded with cargo parked in the port, ready to weigh anchor...
Jiang Tang frowned.
The bell rang in time.
Shen Ziqing put away the longing on his face, put away his books and told them that if they didn’t understand anything, they could come to his office after class.
Jiang Tang was silent, and no one knew what she was thinking.
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