Chapter 29 Dreams
After all, Zhong Wenyue's life was rich and colorful. After handing in the letter, he forgot about it.
A game hall opened on the corner of the street, which is said to have the latest "Street Fighter" and "KartRider". All his good friends have been there to play, and he is itching to try it out.
Given his father's personality, if he knew that his son was not paying attention in his lessons and was playing video games instead, he would definitely break his legs.
He kept wondering if he could sneak out and play for a while after school. But even though he no longer needs to be picked up by his parents and can go home by himself, his mother will still leave work early to pick him up because he has a younger brother who finishes school at the same time.
Thinking of this, he glared at his brother resentfully in his mind.
It’s fine if you roll it yourself, but why do you need others to roll it for you!
"Zhong Wenyue!"
He was startled: "Yes, teacher!"
"Your reply."
He took the envelope from the teacher and looked downcast. Receiving the letter means he has to write again. Isn’t one article “My Dream” enough?
In math class, the teacher started talking about things he couldn't understand again. Compared to word problems, reading letters seems easier. He secretly opened the envelope, spread out the letter and put it in his textbook.
The handwriting is still neat.
The first half is showing off again. It seems that not only did people read all the books he donated, but they also learned how to read books without spending any money, such as borrowing books from the school library and buying books from bookstores.
Are books really that good? You have to put in the same amount of effort as you would when playing video games!
He pursed his lips and continued reading.
It seems that he has no difficulty learning mathematics. Jiangning Primary School has opened free Olympiad interest classes on Saturdays. Saturday! Good time! That person actually went to study how cars A and B meet!
The paper full of academic medals made him feel sad.
However, the next sentence caught his interest.
——I also think it’s great to be a big star.
He straightened his back.
——Everyone knows that celebrities are very popular. But I know that being a star also requires courage. Not everyone has the courage to stand on the stage and accept everyone's gaze, criticism and demands.
He nodded frequently.
——However, you said that being a star doesn’t require studying, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.
His pupils trembled.
——I read an article in a monthly magazine that introduced a very famous movie star. They also have a lot of film and television theory classes and have to read a lot of books.
He was desperate. What? Do you need to study to be an actor? ! He falls asleep if he reads an article with more than 200 words!
For the next half day, there was a gloomy haze outside the window and his face was full of sorrow.
When he got home, he wrote back sadly. He could not finish reading a book, unlike his younger brother. When his mother took them to the city center to play, she would often leave Zhong Wenqi at the Xinhua Bookstore and go shopping. When she came back, Zhong Wenqi had already finished reading a book. Whenever my father chats with relatives and friends, he always brings up this matter.
Originally, I talked about my younger brother in order to make a comparison, but when I got here, the words poured out like a flood that had burst a dam.
Compared to him, Dad likes his younger brother more. Although they are both dreaming, the younger brother’s dream is more advanced than his. We both bought Legos, but my younger brother just had the desire to explore and he just loved to play. Although both of them are playing with small animals, my younger brother raises tadpoles to study the growth process of frogs, and he raises snails to poison the flowers and plants at home. Mom…Although Mom loves him, she still hopes that he can study hard, just like his brother.
He had been holding these things in his heart for a long time and had no place to talk about them. At school, he couldn't tell his classmates that he was jealous of his younger brother because it made him seem uncool. At home, let’s not talk about dad, but mom must treat everyone equally.
But this person who lives thousands of miles away has no connection with his life at all, so he doesn't have to worry that the other person will tell people he knows, nor does he have to worry that his life will be affected.
When you think about it, it’s nice to have a pen pal.
He began to look forward to a reply.
When the next monthly donation magazine arrived, he received that simple envelope.
The structure of the reply was the same as before, beginning with a description of recent events. It seems that the other party has won the speed calculation competition for the second consecutive year, and scored 110 points in the exam - 10 points were for additional questions.
Is there anyone who can do the additional questions? !
He curled his lips and looked down.
——I think, if you can't finish reading, I have a solution.
He was in the mood. Is there any way to do this?
——I heard that the library in the city is very big and should have books on film and television. I can borrow two books and tell you about them after I finish reading them.
It is shameful to let a child younger than him read a book that he cannot understand and then come back to teach him. But he thought this method was good.
Finally, the other party wrote: You must be very sad because you think your father likes your younger brother more. But, I think, he just hasn't discovered your strengths yet. You gave me many books and wrote me long letters in reply. None of the other students in the class received a second reply. You are a very good person.
As he watched, he grinned, showing a row of white teeth.
"Zhong Wenyue!" The teacher tapped the blackboard with his pointer, "Translate this sentence in the text!"
He stood up suddenly, as if he had been hit by a hammer. High...what does high mean?
He started to go to the office from time to time to ask the class teacher if there was any thank-you letter.
The head teacher looked at him speechlessly: "Zhong Wenyue, can you at least ask two questions?"
So he went to the office with his textbooks.
The teacher patiently answered questions that he should have understood last semester, and then gave him a reply.
He walked back to the classroom with brisk steps, as if the next class was physical education.
He carefully opened the envelope and read the letter. He actually spent his precious break time on this. Who wouldn't be amazed when seeing this?
The opening chapter is another display of awards. The other party had not been to school for a week because of a bad cold, so he did not reply to him in time. The other party thought this would affect the final exam results, but unexpectedly, alas, I still got first place. Missing classes won't have any impact on your relationship, so you're worrying in vain.
He rolled his eyes. Indeed, he was in good health and had never taken a single sick day, yet he still looked half-dead during the exam.
Next, here comes the point. During his illness, the other party studied several books that he had borrowed and felt that the focus of each chapter was concentrated on a few professional terms. Therefore, the other party decided to tell him a few words each time. This way, the number of words would not be too few, he would be able to remember them, and he would not fall asleep while reading.
Just like a dictionary.
He doesn't like dictionaries because they are so troublesome to look up words in them. However, if the words are related to acting, he is willing to read them.
"Emotional memory," he read aloud word by word, "Every event will cause corresponding emotions. The event may be forgotten, but the emotion will be preserved in the memory. When acting out a scene, you can recall similar experiences, and at this time, the corresponding emotions and feelings will appear..."
"Zhong Wenyue!" The man at the table behind him patted him, "Go play football!"
He shook his shoulders: "Don't bother me, I'm studying."
"What the hell?"
He sighed and said, "Acting is so difficult."
The student sitting behind him looked at him and thought, it's not difficult at all, this guy can play the contrasting role of a student with ease.
After school that day, he went to the stationery store opposite the school, carefully selected, and bought a palm-sized notepad, and also specially picked out two new pens.
When a friend said, "Poor students have more stationery," he gave him a glare.
When he got home, he spread the letter on the desk and copied the new words stroke by stroke in a notepad. Then, he wrote on the cover: Dictionary of Film, Television and Literary Plays.
This fancy name was given by the other party because the book borrowed from the library was called "A Rambling Talk on Film, Television and Literary Plays".
After finishing writing, he held it up and admired it under the lamp, feeling that he was very serious and cultured.
The communication continued like this. The process was similar every time. He would chat about his daily life and complain about the grievances he had suffered - mainly his father's preference for his younger brother. The other party would comfort him, then recount his recent small achievements and talk about some knowledge related to drama.
He turned the pages of the notebook one by one, and gradually accumulated a lot of words.
Until the summer after I graduated from elementary school, the communication came to an abrupt end after the incident.
He moved away from Lincheng, changed to a new school, new environment, new name, and cut off ties with the past. The only relic of my childhood that I took away was the dictionary.
He only has one page left before he fills it up.
His brain was really not very bright, and it was not until many years later that he gradually realized what the dictionary meant.
In that era when transportation was not convenient, how did a student from a rural primary school who had no money to buy books go to the library in the city center, how did he learn how to find and borrow books, and how did he make the long journey to return them?
And that book "A Brief Talk on Film, Television and Literary Plays" written for adults is so difficult for a child to understand. I need to sit under the desk lamp and flip through the dictionary many times to look up words whose pronunciation I may not even recognize, figure them out one by one, and then explain them to him.
During his muddled childhood, there was a child who valued the few words of "dream" he casually wrote so preciously that he even valued them more than himself, just because he was his only friend.
Later, he found the donation organization and learned the child's name and guardian information.
However, he was very busy after all, and there was no place to find him in such a vast crowd of people.
Until one day, when a movie was filmed in Lincheng, he thought of his aunt whom he had not seen for a long time and decided to go to the school to visit her.
Although the sisters have a good relationship, they each have their own jobs and families, so they don't see each other often. He, who is of a different generation, has even less contact with people. Once he entered the campus, he didn't know how to get to the office.
Although he finally found it, the person who asked for directions made him angry.
"Who was that person just now?" he asked his aunt resentfully, "is he your new student?"
"You're the new teacher," Fu Yanping glanced at him despite his busy schedule, "Don't pose on my filing cabinet."
"Teacher? How old is he?"
She stood up, drove him away, and took out a monograph from the cabinet: "You mean Meng Chu? He should be younger than you."
She flipped through the book quickly, trying to find the content she wanted to look up, and didn't notice his surprise.
"Where is he from?"
"Hmm?" Fu Yanping reacted for a while and said casually, "It seems to be Jiang Ning..."
"Can you see his file?"
"What?"
"Can you find the personnel file?"
"What are you going to do?"
Fu Guanshan's voice was abnormally serious, and Fu Yanping was a little scared. Finally, she called HR and asked for some information.
She told Fu Guanshan that he kept his head down the whole time, wearing sunglasses, so his expression could not be seen clearly.
After a while, someone knocked on the door. Fu Yanping said please come in, and Meng Chu walked in.
It seems that something has gone wrong with the project again. A manufacturer has marked the power of a component incorrectly, and now the finished product does not meet the requirements of the Highway Administration. They discussed for a while, and Fu Yanping asked Meng Chu if he wanted to have dinner together.
No matter what the reason is, my nephew pays special attention to this new teacher, so I might as well create more opportunities.
Meng Chu felt uneasy. He was afraid to eat with strangers, but also afraid to reject the invitation from his big boss, so he finally agreed.
However, during the entire meal, Meng Chu only answered a few questions from Fu Yanping. The rest of the time, he was busy eating and had no eye contact with Fu Guanshan.
Fu Guanshan seemed to be paying attention to him the whole time, and his frown deepened as time went on.
Fu Yanping gloated over this.
After dinner, Meng Chu said goodbye to them, and Fu Yanping said he would take Fu Guanshan for a walk around the school.
"You must have hit a wall," Fu Yanping said with emotion as he walked on the newly paved plastic track, "There are people who can stand your 'unstoppable' charm."
Fu Guanshan was silent for a long time. Fu Yanping wanted to tease him again, so he suddenly asked, "Why is he unhappy?"
Fu Yanping was a little surprised: "Ah?"
"He's such a top student, and he's found such a respectable job," Fu Guanshan said, "but he looks very unhappy."
Fu Yanping was at a loss.
"He has always had good grades since he was young. He always gets first place and wins awards every year. His life should be going smoothly."
"How do you know about her childhood?"
Fu Guanshan had half of his face buried in the darkness, as if he didn't hear her words, his eyes still full of confusion.
"Why..." He muttered to himself, "He in the letter has always been living a good life."
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