Our Time: Unswerving until Death

Chapter 17 Big Misunderstanding! (two in one)

As the saying goes: Think by day, dream by night.

He Qi had a dream. In the dream, the sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was warm. He Qi was singing happily. He was walking on a shining road when something tripped his foot suddenly. Looking down, it turned out to be a bundle of glowing red Grandpa Mao.

He Qi's eyes were instantly reddened, her heart couldn't stop being excited, she hurriedly looked around, seeing no one, immediately took off her clothes, wrapped the bundle of Grandpa Mao tightly, hugged her in her arms, He ran forward with his feet on his feet.

However, this road seems to have no end. He Qi ran for a long time, sweating all over her head, but never saw the end. Going up, there is no guarantee that something big will happen, and I was worrying, when I suddenly saw two elders playing chess under a big tree by the roadside in front of me.

One of the elders waved to He Qi and shouted: "Little friend, are you tired, why don't you come over and have a cup of tea and rest."

He Qi didn't know why, so he went, and the black and white pieces had just been placed on the four star positions on the chessboard, and one of the old men said: "My little friend, it is fate to meet each other, why don't you hold the white pieces?" , play this round."

Of course He Qi refused, as she was too busy at the moment, so she had to go to the bank to save money as soon as possible.

But seeing the two elders burst into laughter, the one who invited him stroked his beard, looked at He Qi and said with a smile: "Money is something outside of your body, you must not be blinded by money, I will wait for the two of you to play chess." It's been a long time, it's very boring, how about this, if the little friend is willing to play this game of chess, I will send the little friend to the place where the money is saved, how good is that?"

"It's a deal!" It was only a game of chess, and He Qi readily agreed.

Strange to say, He Qi felt as if she was on the hook, and her chess strength was greatly improved. Before, she could only watch one move and take one move, but now she took one move and watched ten moves. After a while, she won the game.

The old man kept his word and was very forthright. With a big wave of his hand, he immediately changed the sun and the moon. He Qi appeared in front of a bank. After entering the bank, he took out a bundle of bright red Grandpa Mao. A team of inspectors, loaded with guns and live ammunition, the leader with a dark face, asked sharply: "Which dynasty and generation is this money?"

"The old man ruined my big business!" He Qi knew that she had been tricked, and couldn't help blurting out the national essence. Amidst the indignation, she suddenly woke up, knowing that this was a dream.

He Qi felt that she was really crazy about money. It was absurd to have such an unrealistic dream. Laughing at herself, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, only to see the door open suddenly. A basin of washing water came in, and a towel was draped over his shoulders.

"What time is it now?" He Qi asked with her clothes on.

Gouwa smiled silly and said, "There is no meal."

He Qi opened the window, poked her head up to look at the sky, and saw the sun was hanging in the sky in the east. She estimated it was around nine o'clock, she hurriedly cleaned up, grabbed the only five yuan left, and prepared to buy a pen.

It's just that Ruyi was wronged. She got up early this weekend, but she waited all morning for nothing. She watched He Qi rushing towards the gate of the courtyard, and hurriedly said, "Sir, where are you going?" ?”

"Oh! I'm going to buy a pen." He Qi said.

"You have to go to a foreigner's store to buy it, it's not sold in ordinary places." Ruyi said.

He Qi forgot about this. As an imported product, the fountain pen has just come to China not long ago, and it is expensive. Ordinary people are still used to writing brushes. : "Where is the foreign store? Is it far away?"

"It's in Dongjiaomin Lane, it's far away from here!" Ruyi pointed to the location in the east of the city.

He Qi had heard of Dongjiaomin Lane. After Xin Chou, the Qing government designated Dongjiaomin Lane as a foreign "embassy circle".

In short, Dongjiaomin Lane is an autonomous area for foreigners from all over the world, and you can find any novel foreign gadgets here.

"Thank you, I'll go back as soon as I go." He Qi felt windy under his feet, without any delay, and was about to go, but was stopped again.

"Sir, wait a minute." Ruyi hesitated, bit her lip and said, "There are foreigners patrolling the alley, and ordinary people are generally not allowed to enter."

"What?" He Qi stared, really shocked, to be precise, outraged. Dongjiaomin Lane is the land of Huaxia, but it is a great shame to prevent the Chinese people from entering!

He Qi is a standard post-00s generation. They were born under the national flag and grew up in the spring breeze. Since they were sensible, they knew that the motherland is becoming stronger and stronger, and surpassing the old beauty is just around the corner. Because in 2030, the world-renowned big bat 20 machine Arranged in a column and flew over the Zhuhai Air Show arrogantly, the 12-ton super nuclear-powered aircraft carrier 006 was launched, and the improved version of the knife guard 055 launched another eight ships. The most eye-catching thing is the "Lunar Exploration Project" won It has developed by leaps and bounds. After more than 60 years since the first human landing on the moon, human beings once again landed on the moon, but this time it was not foreigners with white skin and blue eyes who set foot on the moon, but yellow skin and black eyes. Chinese.

Every Chinese is deeply proud of these impressive achievements. The improvement of the overall strength of the country has given the people the confidence to speak hard. It can be said that looking at all countries in the world, except for the old and the beautiful, The rest are insignificant. (Cosmos is not included.)
Although He Qi is a hard-working programmer, she also empathizes and is deeply proud of her motherland. So when she first heard about this, she felt overwhelmed, but after a while, she calmed down. This is China a hundred years ago, when the great powers invaded, The national strength is struggling, not the new China that straightened up in later generations.

"Hey" He Qi closed her eyes, shook her head, and sighed dejectedly. After she calmed down, she looked at Ruyi and said, "Do you know where there are still some for sale?"

"Can women's pens be used?" Ruyi puffed up her lips.

"It doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat, as long as it's a pen."

"Oh! Sir, wait a minute." Holding her skirt, Ruyi hurried back to the room, and took out a delicate red box, opened it, and inside was a small red Parker pen.

"A classmate of mine gave it to me. I haven't used it yet. It just happens to be used for writing articles for my husband." Ruyi said with a smile, and handed over the pen with both hands.

"It's not writing an article, but I just plan to write something casually and send it to the newspaper office. If it can be liked, it would be good to earn a manuscript fee or something." He Qi thought out that there was nothing to hide about this matter.

However, the pen was there, but the ink was missing. It turned out that the pen came with ink, but Ruyi forgot to take it out, smiled awkwardly, and turned around to take back a bottle.

The pen, ink and paper are all ready, just to start work. He Qiduan sits in front of the stone table in the yard, fills up the ink with the pen, and writes according to the draft written last night: "The Qiantang River is full of water day and night. , endlessly bypassing the Niujia Village in Lin'an, and flowing eastward into the sea. There are dozens of black cypress trees in a row by the river, the leaves are as red as fire, and it is August. The weeds in front of the village and behind the village are just beginning to turn yellow. , under the reflection of the setting sun, it is even more gloomy."

This is "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" written by Mr. Kim Yong. He Qi is also familiar with this work. After all, I have watched the TV series several times. It is not a big problem to remember the beginning, but gradually, the writing becomes slower and slower. In the end, it took a long time to write a piece of paper, about a few hundred words.

"Writing novels is really tiring." He Qi thought to herself, put down the pen, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then turned her sore wrist, but looking at the densely packed words on this piece of paper, she still felt a sense of accomplishment of.

"Sir, can you show me?" Ruyi stayed in front of her the whole time, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Okay, but it's not well written, so don't make jokes." He Qi smiled, and handed over the manuscript. A stinky daughter-in-law always wants to see her parents-in-law, even if she hides it, she also wants to see it.

The first time Ruyi saw the pen writing in this hand, it pierced through the back of the paper, the words were neat and pleasing to the eye, and then she frowned, because the whole article was written in vulgar characters, but it was still acceptable.

"Vulgar characters" are the simplified characters used by our later generations. Many people probably think that the simplified characters are the result of simplifying the traditional characters on the basis of the later generations. In fact, this is not the case. The simplified characters are ancient. In "Lanting Collection Preface" A lot of simplified characters appeared. During the Tang, Song and Ming dynasties, many people used them, but they were not formal and were not officially recognized. In the new China period, more than 100 simplified characters were created on the basis of the simplified characters of previous dynasties, and established at the same time. The orthodox status of simplified characters.

Therefore, He Qi writes in simplified characters, and Ruyi can understand them. Even if you encounter unfamiliar words, you can know the meaning by contacting the context. The vernacular style of the article is simple and clear. For Ruyi, there is basically no need to pause. think.

A page of hundreds of words, Ruyi quickly finished reading, but her brows still did not relax. Seeing this, He Qi hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? But the writing is not good?"

Ruyi shook her head, pursed her lips, and after thinking about it, she gently reminded: "Sir, there is no problem with what you wrote, it's just that if you want to publish it, you'd better not use your real name, you have to choose another name, if you still don't It is best if it is known to you that it was written by you."

"It's just a pseudonym, it's simple. But I've never been known to be the one who wrote it. Why? I'm not writing vulgar and pornographic novels, why is it not known?" He Qi didn't understand.

These days, writing serial novels in vernacular is despised by the cultural circles. If someone has a bad temper, he can even say something like "shame to be with you", and vernacular texts are regarded as inferior crops by them. Vernacular novels will naturally be regarded as unworthy crops. "Mandarin Duck and Butterfly School" is the best example. They are called entertainment crops and cannot be called "literature".

Ruyi explained what happened here, and emphasized: "Sir, don't let others know that you wrote it."

Only then did He Qi understand what was going on. It turned out that there was a chain of contempt. It just so happened that vernacular novels were at the bottom. Ruyi was afraid that she would lose her reputation by writing vernacular novels, so she said, "Thank you for reminding me, but for me, it's not a good idea." It’s not a big deal.” He laughed and said, “If you don’t have the strength to stand up and make money, then you have to bend down to make money, and it’s all about making money to eat, so it’s not shabby.”

While talking, suddenly a person strode into the yard with his hands behind his back, Ruyi panicked, and in desperation, she had to hold the manuscript paper tightly in her palm, and hurriedly hissed: "Sir, Mr. Deqian is here!" Don't let him know."

"Ruyi, you're in such a panic, what are you stuffing so that I won't see it?" Qian Xuan came striding forward, staring at Ruyi's white hands clenched from nervousness.

"It's nothing?" Ruyi didn't dare to look directly into the teacher's eyes, so she had to lower her head and quietly moved her hands behind her.

"It's mysterious." Qian Xuan raised his brows, seeing that Ruyi didn't want to show it, he no longer insisted, turned around and saluted He Qi, and said, "I made an agreement with Brother He yesterday, and I'm free at noon today. , have a light meal as a favor?"

He Qi got up, bowed in return, glanced at Ruyi who had been defending herself, felt warm in her heart, invited Qian Xuan to sit down, poured tea, and said with a smile: "Of course I'm free for dinner, but I have something to do, Brother Deqian has to think about it first, he is talking about eating."

Qian Xuan held his hands together, took a sip of tea, and said, "It's strange that you have to think carefully about your meal. What's the matter? Just explain in detail."

As the saying goes, if you are not a fellow traveler, you don’t eat at the same table. If Qian Xuan despises you for writing vernacular novels, then He Qi would rather not eat this meal, because there is no impenetrable wall in the world, and sooner or later people will know about it , instead of asking yourself to be boring at that time, it is better to talk about it as soon as possible, and said: "The ancients said: There are great scholars in talking and laughing, but there are no white people in communication. Let alone I am not a good scholar, then I am a white man. If so, the white man will do some white men. I'm afraid that brother Deqian will look down on what should be done, and I feel uneasy."

Qian Xuan was taken aback when he heard this, and then he laughed loudly and said, "What is my way? I'm afraid Brother He doesn't know me, Qian. If he did, he should have readily followed me today. How could he say such Let’s talk. In the whole of Beiping, from the high-ranking officials to the horse dealers, no one knows me, Qian, and someone. They make friends all their lives, regardless of their status or property. It all depends on whether they can talk about it.”

"Brother He underestimated me, someone Qian, and he will have to punish himself later."

"Hey hey hey" He Qi covered her mouth and smiled, looked at Ruyi and said, "Show it to your teacher, otherwise I will be uneasy about this meal!"

"Sir, here." Seeing He Qi's determination, Ruyi opened her hand and slowly stretched out the paper that had been pulled into a small ball.

However, Qian Xuan seemed to understand something, the fire of gossip in his heart was blazing and intensified, his eyes could not stop dangling on Ruyi and He Qi, and finally he smiled like an aunt, thinking: : "Brother He must have written a letter to Ruyi, otherwise Ruyi would be so ashamed not to show it to me, and Brother He was afraid of courting my student and arousing my resentment, so he said that."

While thinking about it, Qian Xuan glanced at He Qi furtively over and over again, and commented in his heart: "Let's see Brother He is still unmarried. Ruyi is a few years older, but age is not a reason to stop love."

Thinking of this, Qian Xuan saw Ruyi again, and thought to himself: "My student, I look like a little girl, shy and shy. I am eighteen years old. I am really like a flower, and I am at the prime of my life. Although I am not a scholarly family, but I have attended a new school, so I am different from traditional women, so it seems that I will not wrong Brother He."

The more Qian Xuan thought about it, the more he felt credible, and finally became very convinced. The corners of his mouth couldn't help showing flowers, he picked up the tea, took a sip happily, and said with a smile: "Brother He, don't show it to me, your I understand the meaning, and I have no objection, but I can't decide this matter, you have to discuss it with Ruyi's father."

"Ah?" He Qi was confused and didn't understand why.

Ruyi heard it clearly, her face turned red in an instant, and she hurriedly explained: "Mr. Deqian, it's not what you think."

He Qi also understood, with a look of embarrassment on her face, she hurriedly said: "Brother Deqian, it's really not what you think, you should read it first, and you'll know after reading it."

Qian Xuan showed a charming smile of "I'm from here, I understand", and then took a crumpled piece of paper in Ruyi's hand, and looked at it. Gradually, the smile on Qian Xuan's face stagnated. It's because I misunderstood someone, so I'm so embarrassed.

Fortunately, Qian Xuan has a thick skin, pretending that this incident never happened, after reading the content on the paper, he said loudly: "Brother He, you really underestimated me, Mr. Qian, it's just a piece of vernacular. If one cup is not enough, you have to punish yourself with three cups."

He Qi's expression immediately relaxed.

Ruyi let out a breath quietly.

(End of this chapter)