voice change
Meng Songying ignored the two men who seemed to be talking complete nonsense, and also disregarded the curious workers who were looking over, pretending that he was deaf and blind and that all he could do was talk.
He had no choice. The eye contact he made with Wang Shuitao that day was after he gave her the candy and reminded her.
After saying the word "candy," she suddenly looked up at him.
The eyes were like two black crystal balls set in the center of white jade.
It also resembles the eyes of a puppy that has been starving for a long time and has just found a big meaty bone.
I don't know why, but when I met Wang Shuitao again, my voice changed when I spoke.
When he was with Wang Shuitao, he was constantly trying to figure out why this had happened.
No reliable conclusions have been reached yet.
Wang Shuitao was still worried about whether Engineer Meng had caught a cold, otherwise she could have waited until he was better before introducing him, as this was too hard on her voice.
She asked, "Mr. Meng? How's your throat? It sounds a bit hoarse and numb. Is that a sign of an impending cold?"
Meng wanted to say nothing, but that would be impolite, so he could only answer simply and clearly: "No."
She shouldn't notice the change if he says just two words, and won't misunderstand that he has a cold.
That's perfect, we've pretty much covered the process.
Factory Director Sun's attention had shifted elsewhere, and he began to sing Meng's praises: "Our machines are all imported, as are most of the sugar factories in other counties. Meng is the only one in the vicinity who can repair them, and people from the city and province come to ask him for help."
The province trusts foreigners more. If they can invite foreigners, especially those from the machine's country of origin, even if they have to face disapproval, they will.
They only come to Engineer Meng when they run out of funds, even though he always manages to solve their problems perfectly.
However, you don't need to go into such detail when you're bragging.
Wang Shuitao chimed in, "Wow, that's amazing!"
Although it seemed perfunctory, she was sincere. Even in modern times, this was quite impressive, let alone in 1973.
She asked curiously, "Is Engineer Meng a high school student? Or a vocational school student? Majoring in mechanical engineering?"
Meng Songying shook her head.
Factory Director Sun was even more eager to answer than he was: "Yes, he's a college student. He skipped a grade to go to college and graduated a long time ago. He's only nineteen now, not even twenty yet."
Although people are now used to saying age in the traditional Chinese way, Meng Songying chose to say age in the Western way in order to highlight his prowess.
Wang Shuitao twirled the end of the braid with her fingers, and exclaimed, "So nice."
She tried her best to hide her disappointment. If she hadn't come here, she would have graduated in three and a half years.
Although she didn't skip grades, she started school at the age of five because her parents thought she was very smart and that she was better than other seven-year-olds at the age of five!
Not only is she eloquent, but she can also apply what she's learned to other situations. With her quick wit, she can win everyone's hearts.
So she always felt that although she was not a genius, she was still a hard-working student who got into a 985 university.
She was good at all subjects, and all the teachers saw her the same way that Director Sun saw Engineer Meng, even their tone of praise was very similar.
She glanced around at the people around her, making sure no one had noticed her subtle mood.
Okay, actually she was a little jealous, but it's hard to explain, isn't it? A rural girl with only a junior high school education is jealous of an engineer who has gone to university.
It's best not to show these emotions.
Meng Songying had excellent eyesight and couldn't help but notice the hair that was being forced to spin in front of her. As the hair twisted, the ends of the hair exploded one after another, like a spinning black gear, with the distinct knuckles of the finger at the center.
You can also see that almost every single hair at the end is split and looks a bit dry and yellow.
He also noticed that Wang Shuitao's braids were slightly different sizes and heights on both sides today.
Although he couldn't know what Wang Shuitao was really thinking, he could still tell that she was a little disappointed. He thought about it briefly and, combining it with the previous topic, he had some insights.
I think it's a very good thing that she wants to study.
The people around were busy working or talking and didn't notice them. Meng Songying leaned over a little and said, "The county has set up a night school for employees."
Wang Shuitao pulled herself out of her thoughts: "Hmm?"
Meng Songying: "You can learn a technical skill; you only need a high school diploma."
Wang Shuitao felt a little embarrassed that her thoughts had been so easily seen through, after all, it was really too much to feel jealous of someone who was not a friend of hers.
A light pink blush spread across her wheat-colored cheeks, making her look unusually shy.
"Thanks."
Meng Songying coughed twice to clear her throat: "It's nothing. The university run by the Shanghai Locomotive Factory has a mechanical engineering major."
Attracted by the new information, Wang Shuitao immediately forgot her slight shyness: "Are there still universities now?"
Meng Songying nodded: "Workers' University."
For some reason, the surrounding noise suddenly turned into an eerie silence, and everyone was looking at each other.
After discovering that nothing was wrong, they went back to doing the same thing as before.
Wang Shuitao thought of the evening self-study sessions in high school when the homeroom teacher was absent. It was the same way; the class would suddenly become quiet for no reason, and then return to normal in an instant, scaring everyone so much that their hearts could jump out of their throats.
Having found a similar place, she suddenly felt a sense of identification with it.
After observing the workers operating the centrifuge, Director Sun walked over to the two of them and casually asked, "What are you talking about?"
Meng Songying remained silent.
Wang Shuitao had shaken off her earlier dejection and was now in a great mood, brimming with energy as she rattled off a long string of answers.
"Meng Gong told me about the high school that workers in the county can attend, and also the Workers' University, which is for workers, peasants, and soldiers, right? Is it very difficult to get into this university?"
When she was in school, her teacher mentioned this special university from a special era, but she wasn't really interested.
If she wants to regain her university student status, she can wait until the ten-year period ends and take the first college entrance examination after its resumption.
But it's natural to be curious and want to know more details.
Factory Director Sun scratched his head: "I don't know either."
Because he's only been at the factory for two or three years, and in those years, not a single person has gone to university, or even applied for one.
Wang Shuitao then naturally turned her gaze to Engineer Meng, who had just given her advice, blinking expectantly, then blinking again.
Make sure that Meng can sense her strong curiosity.
Meng Songying did indeed sense it, but...
"I don't know either."
Wang Shuitao nodded solemnly, as if what she had just heard was not "I don't know" but some profound truth, and thoughtfully changed the subject.
"So when are we going to try making candy? Have we decided what kind we want it to look like?"
When someone else could answer the question, Meng Songying unusually rushed to answer: "Rainbow."
Although the language is still concise.
Yesterday afternoon, Director Sun also gathered several leaders to discuss the matter. They all agreed that, given today's simple aesthetic standards, making a bright and beautiful rainbow into the shape of a candy would definitely be a bestseller.
Wang Shuitao: "Will a sample be made today? Can I go and take a look? I still don't know why the colors of the sugar cubes aren't mixing together."
Meng Songying was still trying to simplify her words by rearranging and combining them, but after listening, she only said, "I'll take you to see it."
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