Chapter 62: Visiting Professor Mi Ruizhe (please vote for collection for further reading)
Fang Minghua looked at his watch. It was already past 11 o'clock and he was a little hungry, so he had to interrupt the chat between the two girls.
"Little sister, it's already 11:30 now, it's almost time, we should go."
"Ah, time flies so fast?" Fang Mingli looked at the electronic watch: "Go back It’s too late to eat, brother, let’s eat on the street, Li Li, come with us.”
“That’s so embarrassing”
"It's okay. You've taught me so many recitation skills as you should. Brother, what do you think?"
"Okay, I'll treat you. What do you want to eat?"
Li Li is polite. After a few words, I finally agreed.
I was hungry, and I thought it was a pleasure to chat with these two brothers and sisters. I might as well invite them next time.
Out of the park with Fang Minghua's brother and sister, Fang Mingli suggested eating steamed buns. Of course Fang Minghua had no objection.
Just looking at Li Li: "Your hometown is in Zhejiang Province, are you used to eating?"
"You are used to eating. I returned to Xijing when I was in high school." Li Li replied.
“Okay, let’s eat mutton steamed buns!”
Fang Minghua didn’t have any particular requirements, so he just found a steamed bun restaurant on the street, one bowl per person, and looked at the steaming steamed buns. A large porcelain bowl, Li Li had a look of embarrassment on her face.
“So much, I can’t finish it.”
"You can't even finish one steamed bun?" Fang Minghua asked.
“Yeah.”
Hey, she is indeed a Wuyue woman, and her appetite is so small.
Look at my Guanzhong girls, they all want two steamed buns just like me.
You can order less buns, but the mutton soup is only a big bowl, there is no such thing as a small bowl, and it costs you a penny.
So Fang Minghua said: "I want an empty bowl. If you can't finish it, give me some."
"Okay."
Li Li asked for an empty bowl and gave Fang Minghua enough. After eating half of it, I started eating happily.
The two girls chatted while eating, but this time they talked about the English Corner.
"Fang Mingli, there will be an English corner in Xingqing Palace Park tomorrow, will you come?" Li Li asked.
"Come on, what about you."
"I'm coming too, I think it's quite interesting."
"Yeah, brother, are you coming?" Fang Mingli turned her head and looked at the man who was immersed in it. Fang Minghua suffers a lot.
"I have to take a correspondence class tomorrow, how can I get here?"
Hey, think about it, I have two days off for New Year's Day, half a day at the English corner, and one day to take a correspondence class. I really don’t have any control over my time.
Young people in this era, especially college students, are just like the two girls in front of them, as if they are tired after being injected with chicken blood.
I really don’t understand what fishing means.
After dinner, everyone separated. Fang Minghua took his sister and hurried north back to the family courtyard of the magazine, while Li Li rode eastward to the family courtyard of Western University.
At this time, Fang Minghua learned that the girl lived near Xida, no wonder he saw her often.
"Fang Mingli, see you tomorrow morning!" Li Li waved.
"See you tomorrow morning!"
Seeing Li Li crossing the intersection and riding eastward, Fang Minghua took his sister north along the road.
"Brother, have you known Li Li before?" Fang Mingli suddenly asked.
“What’s wrong?”
“How do you know her hometown is from Zhejiang Province?”
Oh?
Very attentive.
"I met her once in Xingqing Park this spring, and we chatted for a while, so I know a little bit about it." Fang Minghua didn't hide anything, and simply told her about his meeting with Li Li in the spring.
"Brother, tell me, should I tell Li Li now that you are the writer Minghua?" Fang Mingli asked again.
“As you wish.”
"It's better not to tell her. I just like to see him mention your pen name with a look of admiration on his face. Hehe." I#￥%%...
The next day Fang Minghua got up early again and rode his bicycle to Western University, but this time he didn't take his sister with him. She took the bus to the English Corner in Xingqing Park to practice speaking.
Taking correspondence classes is boring, but you have to listen. Fortunately, Zhao Hongjun is with you. The two of them finished the class and had fun chatting during lunch.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the correspondence class finally ended. Fang Minghua said goodbye to Zhao Hongjun at the gate of Western University. He watched the big red flag parked on the roadside leave. He was about to ride away, but he heard Until someone calls me.
"Fang Minghua! Fang Minghua!"
Looking back, it was Li Li who ran out of the school gate and stopped only when she ran in front of him, her chest heaving.
“I just went to your correspondence class to look for you, but I didn’t expect that you were already out of school.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I met you again today at the English Corner. When I went to Professor Mirui Zhe, he said that he was sorry not to see you here, and he thought that you would go to the outer college to talk about literature with him.”
"No, it's boring." Fang Minghua refused.
What’s the point of talking about French literature with a French foreigner all the way across the country? If we can’t talk well, aren’t I asking for abuse?
Besides, it’s such a cold day.
“Oh, Fang Minghua, Professor Mi Ruizhe is not an ordinary foreign teacher.” Li Li spoke vividly about Mi Ruizhe’s personal situation.
Graduated from the University of Grenoble in France, with a PhD in history.
In 1976, France and China signed a friendly cooperation agreement to send a group of teachers to teach in China.
At this time, Mi Ruizhe was teaching in Xiangjiang and immediately applied for registration. After the application was approved, he came to Xijing Foreign Studies University and was responsible for teaching French and French history.
“I heard from my father that he is the first foreign teacher sent by the Western government.” Li Li said.
"Your dad?"
"My dad is a professor in the Foreign Languages Department of Western University. He teaches Russian and understands English." Li Li said in a low voice.
No wonder Li Li hangs around Xida all day long and her English level is so high.
"Then why don't you just communicate with your dad? It's convenient to communicate with professors." Fang Minghua continued to shirk.
The girl seemed a little anxious.
"Fang Minghua! Professor Mi Ruizhe is almost in his 60s and has traveled thousands of miles to China to teach French and French literature. I want to talk to you, why aren't you willing? Our country is engaged in Opening up to the outside world and promoting mutual exchanges, as a young person in the 1980s, we should strongly support it, right?”
Oh, this is such a politically conscious thing.
If I don't go, in your eyes, won't I become a historical sinner who undermines the country's opening-up policy?
"Okay, tell me the time." Fang Minghua had no choice but to agree.
"Well, I don't have class on Tuesday afternoon. How about we go to the outer courtyard together? I wonder if your unit can ask for leave?" Li Li asked.
"Goodbye."
Now I am fishing every day, no one cares about me at all.
"Then on Tuesday, you can come to Xida after lunch, and we can walk and take the bus there together."
"That's okay." Fang Minghua agreed.
Fang Minghua rode his bicycle back to the Tongzilou in the family courtyard. His sister Fang Mingli was already home and was helping her mother roll out the dough. When she saw him, she excitedly said:
"Brother, we are in the English corner today. , I met a foreign professor from a foreign college named Mr. Mi Ruizhe, and I had a verbal exchange with him. "
"How do you feel? "
"It's okay, but I can't understand it quickly. Li Li is still very good. She communicated with others in English throughout the whole process."
"Her father is a foreign language professor at your school, and her English proficiency is certainly good." Gao."
"Huh? How do you know that Li Li didn't tell me?"
Fang Minghua had no choice but to invite Li Li to the outer courtyard today. Briefly tell your sister about meeting Mi Ruizhe.
“Go, of course I want to go. It would be great to communicate with foreigners and understand their culture and thoughts. I just want to go.”
"Okay, let's go together then."
"No, I have class on Tuesday afternoon, so I can't miss class."
In this case, at noon on Tuesday, Fang Minghua finished his meal in the cafeteria , greeted the chief of the security department, and took the bus to Western University.
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