Chapter 455 Air Conditioning
The school bell rang again, and the campus became quiet, but the graduating class classroom was still empty and no one came in.
Since no one came in, there was no hurry to leave. Mr. Yang said: "Jiachuan Hydropower System is my master's old home, and I often go there. You are a descendant of the system. If you tell me your parents' names, most likely We all know each other.”
Deng Lixian smiled and said: "Let me guess, little girl, your surname is Feng, Feng Xueshan. Your father is Feng Zhihui, right?"
"Huh?" The girl's eyes widened in surprise: " How did Uncle Boqi know? ”
"I heard someone mention you at the Dashatuo Power Station." Deng Lixian smiled and said, "Do you want to know who it is?"
"It can only be an elbow!" Feng Xueshan smiled: "It must be an elbow. Go to Dashatuo The power station saw his third sister, Su Ziyuan. She lived at Jiuzi’s house for six years in middle school!”
“So you are the conductor Feng’s girl?” Mr. Yang was a little surprised: “Don’t mention your facial features. real It’s a bit like that, but my skin is far different from that of Lao Feng...”
“Xiao Feng also climbed a telegraph pole to get his tan. I remember that when I first graduated and went to Jiachuan, I was also fair and fair. "Young man." Deng Lixian said with a smile: "I see you still have time to practice calligraphy. Has the work been completed?"
"Is that so..." Deng Lixian frowned slightly: "Ah, it's not bad, the power station is also quite a training exercise."
"Commander Feng still has such a temper, it's hard to let it go... ..." At this point, Mr. Yang suddenly felt that swearing in front of such a beautiful little girl was blasphemy, and quickly changed the subject: "Shanshan, thank you for the card. It's time for us to leave after disturbing you for so long. You can continue practicing. Words.”
"Well, I'm really happy to see that Xiao Feng's daughter is so old." Deng Lixian also smiled and said: "Shanshan, I'll give you a task. Next time you go back, help us take care of your parents."< br>
“But my dad is always What should I say when Mom asks who you are?”
“Uh, let’s just say that when we were building the substation, Lao Deng, a fellow from Manzhou, and his apprentice Xiao Yang, asked them how they were. ! ”
"Hey! I will definitely bring the message to you!"
"Goodbye, Shanshan!"
"Goodbye, uncle!"
Come out of the classroom and walk for a while , Mr. Yang and Deng Lixian spat at the same time: "Feng commands this egg-biter!"
After scolding, the two felt funny at the synchronization between themselves and each other, and laughed.
"I never expected it," Mr. Yang shook his head and laughed: "That girl with pink and jade sculptures is actually the daughter of Lao Feng, the black old man. Is she my biological child? Hahahaha..."
Deng Lixian also shook his head: "How could Lao Feng be willing to throw such a beautiful and delicate daughter into a small hydropower station in the countryside? I would not be able to part with it if it were me."
"The key point is that after my daughter graduates, she doesn't even call to say hello. This is too much! Master, don't you think so?"
"Speaking of which, someone actually said hello..." Deng Lixian suddenly felt Very embarrassed: "It's my fault, half a year has passed and I almost forgot about it."
"Who is it?"
"As I just said, the classmate Shanshan I met in Dashatuo seems to have a really good relationship with them. The English poetry collection is really meticulously annotated, and you can tell that they have put a lot of thought into it."
"Shanshan's classmate? She's only a sophomore in high school, right? Can she have that level?"
"Before coming, I told you that there will be someone in the water and electricity school who can imitate The Song style writing looks like it was typed on a typewriter, and the English poem looks like it was printed. Would you say the same thing?"
"Uh..."
"No matter what, Shan This kid Shan has worked hard in this area. How can any meter reader in Quanmanzhou City come up with such a thing?”
"Master is picking on me..." Mr. Yang said with a smile: "Let's not talk about the skills in words, just talk about that figure and face. When it comes to the municipal company, it should be regarded as our face, right?" "You still have to follow me. Xiao Feng is relieved, there might be some arrangements on the other end..."
"Is it just his temper? Hehehehe, I can only say hello to Jiachuan. Advise Lao Huangti I'll keep it a secret!" Mr. Yang sneered: "When the time comes, we'll scare him too!"
"By the way, Master, you said that the poetry collection was really translated by a kid in the second grade of high school? Is it amazing?”
“Why don’t you believe it? His sister is half a student of mine. She has heard some things. Anyway...she is quite amazing...”
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"Ah Sneeze! Who is talking about me!"
Zhou Zhi did not expect that Feng Xueshan would have such a fate, that she would get Manzhou for her calligraphy Yang Biao, vice president of the Municipal Electric Power Company, was appreciated by Yang Biao, who happened to be Deng Lixian's apprentice, and Deng Lixian still remembered that he had mentioned Feng Xueshan to him.
The original intention of him asking Feng Xueshan to practice calligraphy was to prevent her from wasting this semester. If she could really practice it, she could use her handwriting to get a job as a meter reader in the county after graduation. , and much better than going to a hydropower station in the countryside.
Nowadays, there is also a saying that "writing is like a door hammer", especially in departments such as electricity, tap water, gas, petroleum, statistics, design, accounting, etc., if you have hard-pen calligraphy that is as rigorous and neat as printing, you can be very popular. .
Of course, the premise is that you must be someone who can enter the system, and then this skill can be called a "specialty".
In a few years, this technology will gradually be replaced by those who are good at the "Wubi input method". Those who can type hundreds of words a minute will be the masters who are eagerly sought by departments wherever they go.
But there are no computers in Jiachuan now, so when Yang and Deng saw Feng Xueshan's handwriting, they thought this little girl was pretty good.
"How about I turn off the air conditioner?" Jiang Shuyi asked cautiously: "Don't catch a cold."
After the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather has started to get hotter. In order to provide the friends with a comfortable learning environment, Zhou Zhi gritted his teeth and installed air conditioning in the study salon library!
Air conditioners are a great thing nowadays, and they are extremely expensive. A 1.5P Panasonic air conditioner cost Zhou Zhi more than 6,000 yuan!
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, need not," everyone crowded into a room in order to cool down, and everyone was doing their homework, except Zhou Zhi: "I don't have a cold, it's just an itchy nose."
“It’s so irritating!” He was having fun with Ti Hai Zhang Xinyi, who was fighting, raised his head: "Everyone is doing the questions, but he is reading the pictorial!"
"This is a picture album, not a pictorial, Xinyi." Zhou Zhi put down the big book in his hand: "I am also doing homework, of the same nature as you."
"How about everyone take a break." Liang Hong threw away the pen: "I'm going to get the ice powder!"
"You've been running to the toilet for a while after eating a few bowls." Zhou Zhi said with a smile.
"I want you to take care of it, who else wants it?"
"Me, me, me!" Ye Xin, Zhang Lu, and Fang Wenyu all raised their hands.
There was no way to continue, so Yang He simply cut a plate of watermelon and brought it in.
Zhang Xinyi handed one piece to Jiang Shuyi and took one for himself: "These picture albums are quite beautiful, but Zhou Zhi, why do you keep turning over them over and over again and never get tired of them?"
"This is Uncle Fourth Cousin. "It's a lesson," Zhou Zhi said, "I didn't have this before." I got this good stuff after meeting Manager Fei from Gongmei."
"What are these?" Zhang Lu asked, "They all seem to be cultural relics?"
(This chapter) End)