Chapter 63: Someone let the pigeon fly (please collect and vote for further reading)
The weather was good today, the sun was warm, Fang Minghua squeezed onto the bus and rushed to the vicinity of Western University. When he got off the bus, he saw Li Li standing there The school gate.
Walking, Li Li also saw Fang Minghua and ran over.
"I thought you wouldn't come." The girl said.
"How could it be? Keep your word, I don't have the habit of letting others go." Fang Minghua said casually.
"Letting pigeons? Whose house are you letting pigeons for?" The girl was very curious.
“No, what I mean is that words don’t keep their words and promises are broken.”
“Then why is it called letting go of pigeons?”
“This comes from old Shanghai. There is a kind of lottery ticket, commonly known as "white pigeon ticket", which usually has no return, so letting the dove out means breaking the promise. "
"How come I haven't heard of it? "
"Classmate Li Li, of course you, a student, don't know this kind of slang and slang, but I also learned about it from reading some miscellaneous books and found it very interesting." Fang Minghua said seriously.
Seeing that Li Li still wanted to ask, he quickly said: "The bus is coming, follow me and get up!"
Looking at the group of passengers around who were about to get on the bus, Li Li gave up asking questions for the time being. , followed closely behind Fang Minghua, and bravely squeezed into the car.
Xijing Foreign College is near Xiaozhai. The two got off the car at Xiaozhai and entered the foreign college to inquire about the teaching building where the French and Spanish Department was located.
Unfortunately, the staff told them that Professor Mi Ruizhe suddenly received an emergency meeting notice yesterday and was on a business trip to Yanjing. He only left this morning.
This is a bit embarrassing.
Li Li stood in the corridor of the teaching building and felt a little embarrassed looking at Fang Minghua.
"It's okay, the weather is nice today, let's go out for a walk." Fang Minghua said: "Let's go."
The two left the teaching building, and Li Li suddenly said: "Fang Minghua , You said that Professor Mi Ruizhe is letting go? "
Study and apply it.
"Forget it, forget it," Fang Minghua said with a smile.
After leaving the school gate, Fang Minghua was about to go back, but when he saw Li Li standing still, he asked: "What's wrong? You're not going back?"
"The weather is so good today, why don't you go back?" It’s okay, why don’t we go to the botanical garden?” Li Li said.
“What is there to see in the botanical garden in winter?”
“I heard that the wintersweet is blooming in the botanical garden, which is very beautiful.”
Yeah?
Fang Minghua looked at the street under the sun and thought that when he returned to his work, he would probably sit on a chair in the yard or bask in the sun at the door of the duty room. He might as well go shopping, so he agreed.
The two of them walked towards the botanical garden together.
The outer courtyard is not far from the Old Botanical Garden, less than one stop away. When she arrived at the door, Li Li rushed to buy a ticket: "I'm treating you today! I'll buy the tickets as compensation for your wasted trip. ! ”
The girl is quite generous.
Then I won't be polite.
Tickets cost 20 cents each, which is not expensive. After entering the botanical garden, the two of them walked around casually.
In fact, there is not much to visit in the botanical garden in winter. Except for a wintersweet forest in full bloom and several greenhouses where unknown green plants are planted, the rest are bare.
But there are not many people visiting the botanical garden.
It is somewhat similar to Xingqing Park. There are several universities near the Botanical Garden, such as the Foreign Languages Universities, Normal University, and Xijing University of Finance and Economics, so there are quite a lot of students visiting here. You can even see students reading seriously with books. .
Coming and going, the school badge on the chest is particularly eye-catching. The two chatted while walking.
“I have a high school classmate who studies at Normal University. He was at the same table as me in high school. We have a good relationship,” Li Li said.
“Boys or girls?”
“Of course it’s a girl.”
"This is very close to the Normal University. Why don't you go find her?" Fang Minghua asked.
"Why don't I accompany you in the botanical garden?"
How come you are accompanying me?
Obviously you want to go shopping, right?
While the two were talking, a pair of young men and women walked towards them, wearing school badges on their chests to identify themselves.
"Li Li!"
"Ma Xiaojuan!"
The two girls greeted each other.
The girl named Ma Xiaojuan, who had two pigtails, looked at Li Li and smiled happily: "Li Li, are you coming to visit the botanical garden?"
"Yes, I was talking to you just now My friend said, I have a good friend who is studying at Normal University, and I didn’t expect to meet you by such a coincidence
"Your friend?" Ma Xiaojuan looked at Fang Minghua who was standing aside.
"His name is Fang Minghua, and he works in the security department of a confidential unit in the urban area." Li Lida generously introduced: "He is not the writer who wrote "Youth", but he also likes literature very much. Today we It’s a special trip to visit Professor Mi Ruizhe, a foreign teacher from the Foreign College. Unfortunately, he is on a business trip.”
“Are you visiting Professor Mi Ruizhe?” The young man wearing glasses who was standing next to Ma Xiaojuan interrupted.
Looks like he is a few years older than them.
"Are you from the Foreign College? Do you know Professor Mi Ruizhe?" Li Li noticed the school emblem "Xijing University of Foreign Languages" on his chest
"I am a student in the Department of French and Spanish. My name is Zheng Quan. I once listened to Professor Mi Ruizhe's public class. He taught very well and was very kind. He didn't have the airs of a professor." The young man said.
"Yes, we are indeed amiable. We met at the English Corner." Li Li briefly told the situation that day.
Ma Xiaojuan and Zheng Quan looked at Fang Minghua with different eyes.
Zheng Quan, in particular, suddenly showed a look of admiration on his face: "I majored in French, so I often read some French literature. For the book "In Search of Lost Time", it is too obscure and difficult to understand. . "
"Yes, so I had a headache and didn't finish it." Fang Minghua was also very honest: "The sequence of the stream of consciousness novel is so reversible and the plot structure is loose and changeable."
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"When I was taking the course "Introduction to French Literature," the teacher also talked about stream-of-consciousness novels, saying that this was a style of novel that emerged in the 1920s and is now very popular abroad, especially in Europe and the United States, but no one seems to be writing it in our country now. "
"I guess it will be soon." Fang Minghua said with a smile: "Scar literature is now popular in our country's literary world, but this kind of subject matter will eventually be replaced by other subjects. People can't always indulge in the past. ?”
“What you said makes sense. Our teacher said that although the tragic consciousness has reappeared in the works of scar literature, its tragic spirit has superficial weaknesses. The deepening of tragedy should There are two levels: one is to express disaster; the other is to show sublimity in disaster. However, "scar literature" only stays at the first level of tragedy, and the works blindly focus on the narration of tragic stories and ignore the personality. The portrayal of "
The two young men were walking and talking, and the two girls behind were also whispering.
"Li Li, is Fang Minghua really not a college student?"
"Why did I lie to you? He is currently taking a correspondence course run by our school."
"Listening to what he said, I feel that he is very knowledgeable and knows much more than the average college student."
"Yes, I admire him very much for this."
"More than just admiration, right? We came all the way to the botanical garden together. Is it just admiration?" Ma Xiaojuan showed a sly smile.
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