Chapter 53 Zhou Yue's Letter
When Cheng Cheng came back from her shower, she washed away the smell of cooking oil. She looked down and took a sniff. All she could smell was the fresh scent of soap. She felt so clean and refreshed.
With a towel wrapped around her head, Zhou Yue was playing games with her daughter when she came in. It was a long-awaited parent-child activity. She sat down on the edge of the bed and took off the towel from her head.
Her long, black hair hung down, damp, as she dried it while listening to the father and daughter playing mental arithmetic games at the desk.
One person calls out a number, while the other calculates it in their head, training the little one's reaction speed and mental arithmetic skills.
"Mommy, let's play together!"
Little Lingxiao turned to look at his mother, his eyes shining brightly, and the two dimples at the corners of his mouth seemed to be dancing, extending an invitation.
Clearly, the little girl was overjoyed tonight with her father by her side!
Upon hearing this, Cheng Cheng waved her hand without hesitation, "No, you guys play."
She wouldn't play. What if she ended up calculating slower than Xiaoxiao? She'd lose face!
"Ah Cheng, you give me the numbers."
Meeting the man's smiling gaze, Cheng Cheng felt as if he had seen right through her. "Don't expose me!" she thought.
"Okay." This isn't difficult. Cheng Cheng poses the question: "What is 4793 plus 5177?"
Cheng Cheng casually combined a few numbers, and although she said it aloud, she didn't actually know the answer.
"9970"
"9970"
The father and daughter spoke in unison, almost simultaneously. Zhou Yue was even 0.01 seconds slower than Xiao Xiao. Cheng Cheng, as the referee, used her exceptional hearing and emotional inclination to announce: "Xiao Xiao wins the first round!"
She glanced at the man, they exchanged a look, and smiles spread across their faces.
Cheng Cheng thought to herself that Zhou Gong was becoming more and more experienced as a father. Compared to the beginning when he would always defeat his daughter and leave her feeling dejected, he was now becoming more and more like a father and teacher.
Zhou Yue once said that Xiao Xiao has great talent and may not be inferior to him in the future. It's just a matter of time before he surpasses him if he is properly nurtured.
This gave Cheng Cheng a lot of confidence that her daughter, Xiao Xiao, would definitely surpass her parents. She was now concerned about how to educate and nurture her daughter so as not to bury her talents.
Cheng Cheng and Zhou Yue had discussed this in depth and decided to divide the work: Zhou Yue would be responsible for intellectual education, while she would be responsible for aesthetic education. So far, it seems that she and Zhou Yue are working together very well.
The family of three played until 8:30 pm, when Cheng Cheng told Xiao Xiao to go to sleep before they finally stopped.
"Mom, I want to hear Dad tell a story!"
The little girl lay in bed, unwilling to sleep. When Cheng Cheng tried to negotiate with her, she gently patted the little one, her forehead touching Cheng Cheng's, and said in a reproachful tone, "Wouldn't it be better if Mommy told you a story?"
She spoke much better than Zhou Yue; at least her tone and emotion were on point. Zhou Yue was more like reading aloud than telling a bedtime story, delivering a flat and straightforward account.
"Mom is itchy!"
Little Lingxiao twisted and turned, trying to escape her mother's clutches, and the two of them made a ruckus.
He didn't even notice when Zhou Yue came in. He closed the door, strolled over, and smiled slightly.
Cheng Cheng glanced at the man and said, "Zhou Yue, your daughter wants you to tell her a story."
The man sat down on the edge of the bed, still slightly damp. Little Lingxiao rolled out from inside the bed, got up, and said, "Dad, I want to hear you tell me the story of Wang Zhenyi."
Dad didn't finish telling her the last time, so she's been listening to Mom tell her bedtime stories these past few days. It's all because Dad's been too busy; she waited and waited for ages until she fell asleep before he finally came home.
"good."
Zhou Yue got into bed, leaned against the headboard, and continued to tell his daughter about the deeds of Wang Zhenyi, a female scientist from the Qing Dynasty.
Perhaps it had been too long since her father had told her a bedtime story, because Xiao Lingxiao was reluctant to go to sleep until Zhou Yue finished telling the story of Wang Zhenyi. Only then did the little girl gradually close her eyes and drift off to sleep.
Cheng Cheng rested her head on her elbow, her gaze falling on the man who was tucking the blanket around her daughter. She said softly, "Zhou Yue, your daughter has been upset with me these past few days. She's been sullen and says she doesn't see her dad enough every day and isn't happy about it."
The man paused, looked up at her, and realized he hadn't considered things carefully.
After a moment of silence, he lowered his head and thought, "I'll ask Xiaoxiao tomorrow if she'd like to go to class with me."
Hearing his words, a hint of surprise flashed across Cheng Cheng's face. "Your classroom is a place where unrelated people can go?"
"National development needs people, and our knowledge was also taught by the older generation. As long as it is for progress, the classroom door is always open, and there are no irrelevant people."
Besides technical personnel, those who come to the classroom to learn are also soldiers who are striving for progress. The classroom has no limits. They are now doing things that no one has ever done before. It is not enough to rely on just a few people. Even if some people calculate until their hair turns white, it will not be enough. The construction of the country requires a large number of talents and thousands of brains to think together and work together.
Zhou Yue continued to explain: "We are talking about the basic principles, the 'why,' not the specific 'how.' I hope that in the future, millions of people will understand the 'why.'"
"National development requires a great many talents. The one more soldier in the classroom today may become a technical backbone in the future."
This generation has to tackle key problems and educate people. They are not afraid of teaching, but they are afraid that no one will learn. As for skills, the more people learn them, the more strength there will be. If the seeds are sown now, they may grow into towering trees in 10 years.
It's a good thing to let my daughter experience the atmosphere in the classroom. It's good to cultivate her from a young age, and it also increases the time I can spend with her.
"I think there's no need to ask, your daughter will definitely agree!"
Cheng Cheng understood the little guy's eagerness to learn. As long as it was about learning new knowledge, the little guy was always willing to do it.
Even if it's farming, if it's something she doesn't know how to do, she wants to learn it and she has to understand it completely!
With that personality and that talent, he's a chosen one for scientific research!
"You can surprise your daughter tomorrow; she'll be thrilled!"
And they were incredibly happy!
Zhou Yue thought of his daughter's personality, lowered his eyes and smiled gently, agreeing to his wife's suggestion.
"Are you going to sleep now or work for a while?"
"You go to sleep first."
Zhou Yue got out of bed, pulled the power cord to turn off the light bulb, and walked to his desk.
"Alright," Cheng Cheng rolled over and lay down, yawning as she reminded him, "Don't work too late, get some rest. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight."
"Okay, goodnight, Cheng."
In the dim light, the man's eyes were sharp as he stared at the direction of the bed for a while.
The desk lamp turned on, and the man looked down at the unfinished calculations in his notebook. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to do it tomorrow.
He took out another notebook, flipped to the part he hadn't finished last time, and while reviewing his past life experiences in his mind, he refined and organized his thoughts and wrote it down.
At 10:30, the time he had agreed to go to bed with his wife, Zhou Yue kept his promise, put down his pen, and went to bed.
Hearing the steady breathing of his wife and daughter beside him, Zhou Yue felt a sense of peace and soon drifted off to sleep.
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The letter and package sent from Beijing arrived. The next day, after breakfast, Zhou Yue went to work, while Cheng Cheng took Xiao Xiao to the post office to pick up the package.
The post office was a bit far away, so Cheng Cheng took her household registration book and a package details slip and handed them in through the window.
"Hello sir, could you please pick up your package? Thank you."
The staff member was a middle-aged woman with a serious expression. She took the form and household registration booklet, carefully checked the name and address several times, glanced at the woman who came to pick up the package, and said, "You have two packages, and they are very heavy. I suggest you find someone to help you."
Cheng Cheng looked at the details of the first package she received. Her grandparents and Zhou Yue's cousin had all sent them packages. Luckily, she had prepared in advance and borrowed a stroller from Sister Tuoya.
"It's alright, I brought a stroller."
Upon hearing this, the staff member stamped the registration book forcefully with a crisp snap, then turned and went into the back. A moment later, she came out carrying a heavy package, then turned back and carried out another package as well.
"It's from the capital. Comrade, please check it. If there are no problems, just sign for it here."
"good."
She signed the package, picked it up, and found it to be quite heavy. She put it on the trolley outside, knowing it definitely contained books, and more than one at that.
"Mom, let's go home quickly! I'll help you push the cart!"
Does the package contain her "100,000 Whys" book?
Little Lingxiao couldn't wait to find out the answer. She had already read the book "100,000 Whys" that Grandpa Zhu gave her three times, and she had memorized all the knowledge in the book!
"Okay, let's go home!"
The mother and daughter pushed the stroller back home under the blazing sun.
As soon as they got home, the little girl couldn't help but urge her mother to open the package. Cheng Cheng opened Xing Huasheng's package first. There was a letter on top and a stack of books below, all wrapped tightly in newspaper.
Cheng Cheng carefully unfolded the newspaper, and there were "100,000 Whys" and "Self-Study Series of Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry" listed, along with several study materials and exercises.
When Xiao Lingxiao saw "100,000 Whys," his eyes crinkled into crescents. "Mommy, it's '100,000 Whys'!!"
"Yeah, happy now?"
"happy!"
"One, two, three, four, five... Mom, there are nineteen copies of '100,000 Whys'!"
The little girl was overjoyed, like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar. Cheng Cheng also smiled and opened the letter written by Xing Huasheng.
After reading only the first few lines, Cheng Cheng also showed the same bright smile as Xiao Lingxiao, her face beaming with joy.
Dear A-Yue and siblings: Greetings!
I have read your letter carefully, and I must say that this idea is excellent. It is by no means childish; rather, it fills a significant market gap!
After initial discussions, our publishing house unanimously agreed that this project has significant publishing value. We are now formally commissioning Cheng Cheng to contribute. Our idea is to go beyond "Journey to the West" and create a "Chinese Traditional Story Coloring Series," such as "Nezha Conquers the Dragon King" and "Chang'e Flies to the Moon."
This is not just a set of books, but also an introduction to aesthetic and intellectual education...
Cheng Cheng read the letter quickly. Her cousin Hua Sheng said in the letter that he had also found some test papers and past years' practice questions for her, but this package was too heavy, so it was sent separately. The next package was already on its way.
There's also the "100,000 Whys" series he found for Xiaoxiao. He searched through all the "100,000 Whys" books on the market and finally only managed to collect these nineteen volumes. Including the one that Director Zhu gave to the little guy, that makes twenty volumes. He's still two volumes short of completing the set.
In his letter, Xing Huasheng said that he had asked someone to look for the other two copies, and if they were found, he would send them to them.
Cheng Cheng told the little girl about it, and Xiao Lingxiao's eyes crinkled with joy, "Mommy, I want to write a letter to Uncle Hua Sheng!"
"Okay, let's finish unpacking the other package first."
The other package was sent by Zhou Yue's grandparents; it contained some food and daily necessities, as well as two packs of sanitary napkins that Cheng Cheng urgently needed.
Oh my god!
When Cheng Cheng saw the two packs of sanitary napkins, she almost burst into tears!
After reading the letter from her grandparents, Cheng Cheng went to her desk to write back to them and her cousin Hua Sheng.
Huh, what's that envelope here?
The recipient was still her.
"Mom, that's Dad's name!"
Xiao Lingxiao also saw the words on the envelope, rolled his eyes, and looked puzzled. Why did his father write a letter to his mother?
They're together, why don't they just say so?
While puzzled, Xiao Lingxiao asked, "Mom, what did Dad write to you?"
Why doesn't Dad write to her?
Xiaoxiao wants one too!
"Didn't you want to write a letter to Uncle Watson and your great-grandparents? You write the letter first. Children shouldn't concern themselves with adult matters."
Cheng Cheng held the envelope in her hand, a smile playing on her lips. She arranged for the little guy to sit at the desk and write a letter, while she went to the side and opened the letter Zhou Yue had written.
At first glance, Cheng Cheng: ???
Something's not right, take another look!
Cheng Cheng: "..."
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Author's note: Goodnight, see you tomorrow.
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