This feeling was hard to describe in words. Fan Xiaofan clutched her heart, feeling a bittersweet sensation.
The Post and Telecommunications Equipment Factory sounds prestigious, but even the best-equipped research lab in the factory only had a few extra pieces of permeable material, and occasionally some peeling paint would fall off the walls.
The windows were the very old kind, creaking and groaning. I heard they had broken several times, and the people in the research lab fixed them themselves.
To maximize the use of materials, replacing them would be such a waste...
That's how the old man always started his speech.
Fan Xiaofan visited many research labs, but the conditions there weren't very good. This place was already considered relatively good.
Even so, from the perspective of future generations, this environment is so unpleasant to look at, and many years from now, even those with a modicum of taste will probably find it distasteful...
However, countless historical studies were conducted under such conditions, with people working day and night by oil lamps. They were not afraid of the heat or the cold; the cold winters and warm summers were just commonplace for them. They repeated what might have been tedious experiments time and time again, recording the subtle changes in data again and again...
That's how things got to what they are now...
Fan Xiaofan's eyes curved into a smile as she whispered to the little lemon in her mind, "Everyone is really happy..."
Are they happy? Of course! Those who haven't experienced suffering will never know how resilient they are. They have suffered so much and understand all too well the principle that backwardness invites aggression. Every bit of progress they make gives the government a voice, and every research they conduct brings prosperity to the people.
Fan Xiaofan left the postal and telecommunications equipment factory quietly as always. It's worth mentioning that such a major research achievement was published, with various media interviews and reports, and admiring glances from all over the country, but in the end, she simply waved goodbye and quietly withdrew.
After leaving this place, Fan Xiaofan had a big smile on her face, and her eyes still had dark circles from staying up all night. But standing next to the lush green willow trees, her smile was extremely bright.
When Fan Xiaofan came here, it was still spring, but now, summer seems to be almost over. She went back to see her grandparents and then her father...
Fan's father has returned to work, and the wounds from Zhou Xuehua's incident seem to have had no effect on him. But Fan Xiaofan knows that's impossible. People's emotions are never truly resolved by bad things; it's just that adults have more self-control and have learned to hide them.
Fan Xiaofan went to the hospital again and saw Dr. Jin who prescribed a bunch of "medicines". Dr. Jin adjusted his glasses, glanced at her dark circles, and gave her a tube of some kind of liquid when she left, saying it was for hot compresses to remove her dark circles.
On the train, Fan Xiaofan leaned over and talked to Liu Fang: "At my age, I'm already getting dark circles under my eyes that everyone's staring at me with questions..."
Liu Fang couldn't help but chuckle: "Are you praising yourself or praising yourself?"
Fan Xiaofan chuckled and rolled over. It seemed like everyone had figured out his tricks now, so of course he had to praise himself. The most important thing in life is to be happy.
Gu Wenyan sat on a chair in the corridor, subconsciously trying to suppress the habits he had developed as a soldier, but he looked rather awkward...
Inside the carriage, some people were eating cornbread, while others took out eggs, swallowed their saliva, and then put them back.
Fan Xiaofan looked out the window, stretching out his fingers to see the light filtering through them. He thought to himself, "Once there's progress on food supplies, and once air conditioning and fiber optics are available, everyone's lives should be a little better..."
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