Lin Qiyang squeezed the egg tart that he had just gnawed clean, making a crackling sound. He came close to Lin Zhiyue and lowered his voice: "Little sister, you have the most ideas. How about you show me a way forward?"
The moonlight cast a layer of silver on the ends of his hair, and even the confusion in his eyes could be seen clearly.
Lin Zhiyue swung her legs, and the sour plum soup in the cup rippled slightly: "First, tell me, is there anything you want to do in particular?"
"Hmm!"
Lin Qiyang leaned back suddenly, and the bamboo chair creaked under the weight. "There are three generations in my family. My grandfather is an old revolutionary. My parents are in government offices and one is in military uniform. But I..."
He suddenly sat up straight, rubbing the cracks of the bamboo chair with his fingertips, "I've always thought about doing some business, dealing in something new. But now self-employed people are called 'speculators', how dare I tell my family about it?"
Lin Zhiyue's hand holding the glass paused, and the water droplets condensed on the wall of the glass slid through her fingers into her palm.
She thought of the neatly stacked treasury bonds in the iron box in the space, as well as the bills obtained from the black market, and her eyelashes trembled slightly: "Doing business is good! Our family really needs someone who can make money!"
She leaned in closer and lowered her voice, "If you really want to do it, I'll invest money and you can just do whatever you want!"
Seeing Lin Qiyang's eyes widen, she shook the glass in her hand: "Fifth brother, study finance! Now that the college entrance examination has been restarted, can the planned economy still be in place forever? Once the policy is relaxed, it will definitely work for individuals to start their own businesses!"
She was so excited that she grabbed the osmanthus cake on the stone table and broke it in half. "Look at this cake. Maybe we can open a chain store like in foreign countries in the future. Our shop's signboard will be everywhere in the country!"
Lin Qiyang swallowed his saliva with a rolling sound in his throat, his eyes moving back and forth between his sister's determined eyes and the twinkling stars in the night sky: "Will that day really come?"
"Of course there is!"
Lin Zhiyue stuffed half a piece of osmanthus cake into his hand, and the icing sugar stuck to their fingertips. "I'll talk to Grandpa. Just think about it. When we open a department store in the future, we can put our parents' military coats and Grandpa's enamel pot in it as souvenirs!"
The night wind blew up the grape leaves, and the rustling sound was mixed with the boy's uncontrollable laughter.
Lin Qiyang tightened his grip on the osmanthus cake and suddenly felt that this bold fantasy under the moonlight seemed to be able to come true.
Lin Qiyang slapped his thigh suddenly, causing the sour plum soup on the stone table to splash tiny water droplets: "Okay! I believe what you said, little sister, I will study finance! When I start a company in the future, I will let you be the first one to invest."
His excited look startled the parrot in the corridor, which flapped its wings and turned around.
Mu Siyou took off his glasses and wiped them repeatedly, his eyes behind the lenses showing hesitation: "What about me? What major should I choose?"
He unconsciously stroked the binary code on the draft paper, "Computers are not even popular in university laboratories now, who knows if they can be used in the future..."
Lin Zhiyue looked at the boy's troubled profile, and the image of the 21st century welled up in her throat, wanting to blurt it out.
——Those palm-sized smartphones, massive amounts of data stored in the cloud, and the Internet that connects you to the world without leaving your home.
She tucked her hair behind her ears and said with unquestionable certainty: "Believe me, computers are the key to the future."
The fingertips tapped the stone table, as if typing on a virtual keyboard. "Now it is a rare item in the laboratory, but in ten years it will become a standard in every office, and in twenty years it will even fit in everyone's pocket."
"And as one of the first pioneers in the industry,
She lowered her voice, her eyes twinkling with a strange light, "Not only can you witness the transformation of the industry from scratch, but you also have the opportunity to become the rule maker. While others are still figuring out how to input data using a punching machine, you can already build a network connecting the world."
Mu Yuchang suddenly hugged Lin Zhiyue's neck from behind, her ponytail brushing across her flushed cheeks: "That's right! The calculator that Zhiyue tinkered with stunned the invigilator in the math competition last time! You can't go wrong by listening to her!"
The night wind brought the fragrance of grape vines past his ears. Mu Siyou put on his glasses again, and his eyes behind the lenses gradually became sharper.
He reached out and grabbed the pencil on the stone table, and solemnly wrote the words "Computer Science" in the corner of the draft paper, and the tip of the pen made a shallow dent in the paper.
The lights in the corridor stretched the boys' shadows very long, as if they had extended into the future that was within reach.
Mu Yuchang hung on Lin Zhiyue like a koala, with her chin swaying on her shoulder: "Zhiyue Zhiyue! They all have a direction, what should I do? My head is empty, I have no idea at all!"
The last syllable is dragged out, just like a coquettish cat.
Lin Zhiyue was strangled and gasped. She finally managed to get half of her face out of her arms: "Don't worry, don't worry, let's think about it slowly - what do you like to do most? Is there anything that gets you excited when you think about it?"
"Does eating, drinking and having fun count?"
Mu Yuchang's eyes sparkled as she counted on her fingers, "On weekends, I went window shopping in department stores, after school I dragged you to a state-owned restaurant to eat braised pork, and..."
The voice stopped abruptly. She looked at Lin Zhiyue's gradually solidified expression, and the tip of her ears suddenly turned red. "It seems, it seems that it is not serious, huh?"
The crickets on the stone table suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere fell into a subtle silence.
Lin Zhiyue looked at her friend's fingers twisting her hair, and suddenly remembered that when Mu Yuchang went to the library, she always liked to lie on the fashion magazine counter and look at foreign fashion pictures for a long time.
"Got it!"
Lin Zhiyue slapped her thigh suddenly, causing the sweet-scented osmanthus cake crumbs on the stone table to fall down. "Aren't you always thinking about the beautiful clothes in the window? Go learn fashion design! Not only can you draw style drawings, but you can also tinker with jewelry accessories, and turn all the wonderful ideas in your head into reality!"
Mu Yuchang was stunned. The evening breeze lifted the strands of hair on her forehead and the moonlight cast a slight trembling shadow on her eyelashes.
She suddenly jumped up and turned around, her skirt brushing against the vines, startling a few drops of night dew: "Yes! Why didn't I think of that!"
His eyes curved into crescents, and he reached out to hook Lin Zhiyue's little finger, "It's a deal! When I become a great designer, I'll give you my first couture dress!"
The wind chimes in the corridor suddenly jingled, as if they were accompanying this appointment about the future.
Mu Yuchang's skirt was still stained with the shadow of grape leaves. She jumped in front of Mu Sihuai, and the osmanthus flowers on the ends of her hair fell with her movements: "Second brother! We have decided on the direction. What do you plan to learn?"
Mu Sihuai closed the Constitution Handbook that was curled up in his hand. The moonlight reflected a cold light on his glasses: "Law."
He stroked the gold-plated national emblem on the title page with his fingertips, and said in a low voice with unquestionable determination, "I want to be a lawyer. Someone has to tear off the veil of truth obscured by power and justice distorted by money."
The bamboo chair creaked slightly under him, as if in response to his oath.
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