The Yellow Millet Dream (Part 2)
She didn't hear clearly what the person in her dream said. She opened her eyes reluctantly and looked at the ceiling of the dormitory.
Huang Yaya covered her heart with one hand. The heartbeat in her dream was brought to reality for a few seconds, and she captured that throbbing feeling for a few seconds.
She looked at her phone and it was six o'clock. She couldn't help but sigh, why don't good dreams stay with people!
People are always like this, always reminiscing about the past. In the large classroom, Huang Yaya and her three roommates sat side by side, discussing the past military training. Compared to sitting in the classroom, military training is still better.
This class is "A Volume on the History of Foreign Literature". That's right, even if your major is Chinese language, you still have to study foreign literature. The teacher was talking about representative works of the Renaissance at the podium, including "Gargantua and Pantagruel" by French writer Rabelais and "Don Quixote" by Spanish writer Cervantes.
"Don Quixote has a persistent pursuit of his ideals..."
Although she had heard of Don Quixote in high school, it was only critical, criticizing him for being unrealistic, unable to distinguish between reality and ideals, and being a madman.
But today she heard the teacher say that he was an idealist, a comic figure on the outside but a tragic figure on the inside, a martyr.
Huang Yaya opened her mobile phone and searched for this controversial figure. She felt a little sad. Don Quixote was an idealist and a chivalrous man with the spirit of "helping the weak, punishing evil and promoting good", but he was regarded as a madman by reality. It was really sad.
After lunch, Huang Yaya and her roommates were preparing to go to the cafeteria for lunch. As they were leaving the classroom, they saw the man whose confession had failed standing at the door. Just as she was about to ask Ning Yuanyuan what to do, he had already stepped out of the classroom door.
The other party stopped in front of Ning Yuanyuan and said loudly: "Ning Yuanyuan, be my girlfriend."
The sound echoed in the teaching building. Even the teachers who were about to leave stopped and looked back. The corridor was crowded with people watching the show.
"Who are you? Get out of the way." Ning Yuanyuan turned around and took Huang Yaya's hand, preparing to move forward to avoid this person.
"I fell in love with you on the first day of military training. I will come to you every day to confess my love until you accept me."
Huang Yaya's head was buzzing when she heard such a shameless answer. What kind of thing was this? Forcing someone to submit? Didn't this man ever think about why Ning Yuanyuan had to accept him?
When the people around heard the man's answer, they all exclaimed in surprise.
"I've already rejected you. If you do this again, I'll tell the counselor." Ning Yuanyuan's tone became a little angry.
After she finished speaking, she took Huang Yaya's hand, Huang Yaya took Xu Meng's hand, Xu Meng took Shi Jiaojiao's hand, and the four of them left this place of trouble together.
On the way to the cafeteria, Huang Yaya always felt that someone was staring at them from behind.
The four of them bought lunch and found an empty seat to sit down. Shi Jiaojiao took a bite of noodles and asked Ning Yuanyuan, "Yuanyuan, I think that boy is quite sincere. Why don't you give it a try? We're already in college, so it's time to fall in love."
"I don't want to fall in love." Ning Yuanyuan answered decisively.
"I'm only interested in paper figures." Xu Meng put down her chopsticks, took out her mobile phone, and recommended the otome game "Queen's Legend" that she had recently become addicted to to the three of them.
"This game is so interesting. There are so many ways to play it, such as marry first and then fall in love, forced love, having to love, and love but not being able to get it."
"Really? Is the model handsome?" Shi Jiaojiao asked curiously.
"So handsome, so handsome! Yuanyuan, Yaya, Jiaojiao, are you guys joining us? If you are, fill in my invitation code."
Aside from Shi Jiaojiao, who was interested, Huang Yaya and Ning Yuanyuan both shook their heads. Paper people were nice, but they had too many wives in real life. Huang Yaya decided to just dream.
There were originally several days of vacation in October, plus half a month of military training, so it was already November after only a few days of classes.
In November, Huang Yaya's student union held a large meeting, requiring everyone to give a speech, mainly about what they had gained from their time in the student union and their future plans.
Their minister even suggested they give an impromptu speech, demonstrating the capabilities of their propaganda department. Leaders always use scripts for their speeches, so does that mean they're incompetent? Speaking in front of so many people would be nerve-wracking even with a script, let alone speaking impromptu. While the minister's suggestion didn't seem like a valid option, it didn't actually give them the option to refuse.
So, for the past few days, Huang Yaya has been reciting that thousand-word manuscript in her dreams. On the day of the meeting, she realized the minister had backstabbed them. After she finished her speech, her legs trembling as she stood at the podium, her "great" minister holding a piece of A4 paper, walked up to the podium and began his speech! It really is true that you should be strict with others and lenient with yourself!
Huang Yaya didn't dare to complain about the minister's disgusting behavior to other members of the Propaganda Department.
Because some time ago, someone from another department privately complained about the president’s power, and the news reached their department head. In the end, that person was asked to write an 800-word self-criticism and apologize to the president! ! !
So why did she join the student union? She didn't feel like she was learning anything new, and she discovered that many people here lacked respect. They took it for granted, and if they didn't get things done, they'd be scolded. PUA, snitching, isolation, and bureaucracy were all there.
After the speech, the minister asked Huang Yaya to write a 500-word manuscript to praise the conference and to give him feedback in the evening.
Huang Yaya already had an idea of how to write it. First, she had to highlight the content of the student union president's speech. Second, she had to express that it was under the president's guidance that their organization could contribute to such a good school. Third, she had to look forward to the future and believe that they would do even better in the future.
After she finished writing the manuscript in a Word document, she sent it to the minister via the chat software. Soon the minister sent a message:
"You're from the Department of Literature. I asked you to write an article because I trust you, but your article is full of problems. If I send it out, how will others view my Propaganda Department? I'll help you revise it this time and send it to you later. You can learn from it."
What does it mean to be a thankless task? This is a thankless task. Every time I write a manuscript, the minister always finds this or that error. In fact, the so-called revisions are just changing active sentences into passive sentences.
About half an hour later, the director sent her the revised version. She clicked on it and almost laughed out loud. What’s the difference between this and her original version? ! ! !
Not long after, the minister sent another message: "Keep up the good work, you have made a lot of progress compared to before."
Is this what it means to suppress first and then praise? Huang Yaya, who was originally furious, felt half of her anger subside after hearing these words, and even felt a little secretly happy in her heart!!!
But the more I think about it, the more I don't understand. If I really thought she was doing a good job, why did I criticize her so badly at the beginning? It's a trap. This is a trap. As expected of the Minister, what a trick.
It’s a dream!
She opened her eyes and what she saw was still the ancient marching tent. In front of her was a large sand table, which gave her a familiar feeling.
She looked left and right, and this was not the tent she had dreamed of Song Zhexi. Indeed, during this period, she had wanted to dream of Song Zhexi again, but she had not dreamed of him. As for what she dreamed of each time, she could not remember.
The tent was filled with the strong smell of medicine, a scent she was very familiar with. Back then, Huang Yaya's grandmother was still alive. She would tell her that drinking this bowl of Chinese medicine would cure her illness, and after she finished, she would buy some candy. Every time, her grandmother would gently blow the dark medicine until it was about the same temperature as her body temperature, then pinch her nose and make her drink it all in one gulp.
The smell of this Chinese medicine permeates all her memories of her grandmother. Every time she cried and said she didn't want to drink it, her grandmother would tell her that if she didn't drink it, her mother and father would not take her to celebrate the New Year and would no longer like her.
Hearing these words, Huang Yaya would obediently pick up the porcelain bowl, which was bigger than her face, with tears in her eyes, and gulp down the bitter medicine.
Do you feel sleepy even in dreams? Huang Yaya smelled the aroma of these Chinese medicines, which reminded her of her grandmother. Her grandmother had these smells on her. She looked at the empty bed in the tent, lay down on it, and closed her eyes deeply.
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