Go back to the prosperous days and become a layman

Chapter 718 Chapter 717 Write a song?

After dinner, Tang Zhitong returned to his room to draw.

Since I have promised Miao Xiaoqin, I have to hurry up with the drawings. This job is different from other jobs. The sooner you finish the drawings, the sooner you can start planning to earn foreign exchange.

Every extra bit of foreign exchange earned could potentially save one more person in the future.

In addition, it would be even more perfect if you could get a cat climbing frame or scratching board for your baby to try out.

Classmate Xiao Wang had no idea what Tang Zhitong was thinking. She looked at her husband who was concentrating on his studies and did not disturb him. She took the initiative to pour him a glass of water and placed it next to him. Then she took out a book from her schoolbag and sat quietly beside him to read it.

Although material life is average now, spiritual life is still relatively rich.

The "let a hundred flowers bloom" of the past few years was not an empty talk. Various journals and publishing houses have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and the books on the market are even more colorful and varied. There are all kinds of versions of Chuci, Tang poetry, Song lyrics, and Yuan opera.

From high to low, there are many people who are good at poetry and songs. They write a poem or a song after dinner. Even if they cannot publish it publicly, they can live a very comfortable life.

In addition to poetry and songs, there are many other types of books, including the Four Great Classical Novels, Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties, Three Heroes and Five Gallants, Three Words and Two Beats, Romance of the West Chamber, Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, and even Jin Ping Mei. They are all available on the market, and there are many versions, including ancient books, books from the Republic of China, and new editions.

In addition, there are also many translated works, such as the works of Gorky, Ski, Alexandre Dumas père, Alexandre Dumas fils, as well as The Sorrows of Young Werther, Madame Bovary, Robinson Crusoe, etc.

Well, "Sun" is not a typo, it's a translation accent issue. It will be changed to Robinson in a few years.

Some of the translated works are also very good. Not only are there Chinese versions, but there are also Chinese-English versions. They are excellent resources for learning English.

Tang Zhitong even saw a book called "The Devil's Dictionary" in school.

"The Devil's Dictionary" was borrowed by a classmate. When he opened it, he felt that the translation was not right at all.

As a good student who believed in books, although I felt that the dictionary was not right, I was still not confident, so I asked other classmates to study and discuss together.

After a while, even Tang Zhitong was dragged into it.

Tang Zhitong was delighted when he saw this book. The contents in the dictionary are indeed not easy to be accepted by people nowadays, but after a few decades, it is definitely a classic that sees through life!

In addition to the soul translation that sees through life in the picture, there are many equally classic soul translations, such as:

Telephone: This is an electronic talking device used by people who cannot lie face to face.

Education: Organized knowledge; the stuff we spend our lives on without ever learning.

Acquaintance: This is the kind of people we know well enough to borrow money from, but not well enough to lend money to. This kind of friendship becomes distant when the other party is poor and close when the other party is famous.

Even when driving, the car is so fast that before you even get in, it's already sped away.

(Here is an example that was eaten by the reviewer. You have to watch this kind of melon while it’s hot. If you’re late, you won’t be able to see it.)
Going back further, it was published in 58. If this thing could be published, can we deny the policy of letting a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend?
However, as for the content, it can only be said that it does not match the cognition of current college students. They all believe that there are problems with the translation of this book, and they even discussed writing letters to the publishing house.

See, this is social responsibility.

Tang Zhitong didn't stop him and just laughed it off, because there was nothing wrong with the translation, it was just that his classmates couldn't understand it.

Student Xiao Wang got tired of sitting and reading, so he moved to the bed, leaned against the headboard, with his feet sticking out of the quilt. While reading, he playfully did toe exercises.

Tang Zhitong occasionally looked back at Xiao Wang, and seeing that she was concentrating, he continued to concentrate on drawing.

After finishing a picture, Tang Zhitong looked back and found that Xiao Wang had quietly crawled into the bed, with no trace of his little feet.

Looking at the time again, Tang Zhitong felt that it was time to call it a day. There is no end to work, and there is life besides work. At this quiet moment in the night, it would be better to discuss life with the studious classmate Xiao Wang.

After tidying up the table and turning off the lights, Tang Zhitong thought that classmate Xiao Wang had gone to bed, so he tiptoed to the bed, only to find that the girl was lying on the bed reading a book.

"It's not good to read while lying down. The ball will be crushed into a pancake." Tang Zhitong teased Xiao Wang when he found that he was not asleep.

"Ah! Why do you walk without making any noise? You're so annoying!" Student Xiao Wang shuddered with fear and said coquettishly.

"You are reading so intently? You didn't even hear me walking? What kind of book fascinates you so much? It can't be the kind with illustrations, right? Come on, let me study with you." After Tang Zhitong said this, he moved forward, wanting to see if Xiao Wang was secretly taking extra lessons behind his back.

"What are you thinking about all day? Serious books!" Student Xiao Wang turned over and showed the cover to her husband.

"Wow, you are great. You read this as a bedtime story?! To build up your courage?" Tang Zhitong was very surprised after seeing the title of the book. "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" was prominently on his sight. This kind of book is very suitable for people to build up their courage, especially when it is late at night and when one is alone. One can read it without saying a word.

"What's wrong? Can't I do it? I'm not going to read anymore and I'm going to sleep." Seeing her husband coming over, Xiao Wang put the book down, turned over, and got out of the quilt again.

"Are you sweating? You are really a weakling with a strong addiction. If you can't stand it, don't watch such stimulating things." Tang Zhitong looked at Xiao Wang's shiny forehead, reached out and wiped his wet hand with sweat.

"Hate it, I'll just take a look, I'm not afraid!" Student Xiao Wang confessed.

"Hahaha, your mouth is almost as hard as Jingmin's. Look at this thing, do your feet feel cold?" Tang Zhitong threw the book aside and teased as he recalled the process of Xiao Wang's feet moving from outside the quilt into inside the quilt.

Tang Zhitong had experienced what Xiao Wang was experiencing at this moment when he was a child. At that time, his family had just bought a TV, and the whole family was very excited. They would watch TV series before going to bed at night.

As luck would have it, the TV series "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" was broadcast at night during that period.

The poor special effects scared the young Tang Zhitong so much that he was afraid to get out of bed at night.

"Don't you think it's strange? I know there's nothing, but once I look closer, I always feel like there's something around me. It's more obvious at night and when it's quiet." Student Wang answered the question irrelevantly.

"That's because you were too focused and scared yourself." Tang Zhitong wasn't sure. For stories like those in Liao Zhai, the more you go down the grassroots level, the more versions there are, as if everyone has seen them. "Not necessarily. When I first entered the dance academy, a very strange thing happened."

"At that time, everyone would always tell stories before going to bed at night. One time, a classmate told me about a scary thing she had experienced. Then, there was a banging sound from the windows outside and a shadow. We were scared and even took out knives and scissors."

Student Xiao Wang snuggled into her husband's arms and said.

"Did the teacher remind you to go to bed on time?" Tang Zhitong said as he patted Xiao Wang. The bedside lamp was still on and not turned off.

"No, we asked if it was the teacher, but no one outside said anything. Someone brave enough got up and opened the window to see who it was, but there was nothing outside when we opened the window. But when we closed the window, the noise returned, and we got scared." Wang is still frightened when he recalls the past.

"Is someone causing trouble? Did you tell the teacher the next day?" Tang Zhitong had heard a legend that any school would consider graves when choosing a site. He didn't know what the legend was, but according to the recollections of many classmates, they could even see tiny flames floating at night.

"Yes, but at that time the school was in Baijia Village, there were many idle people, and the teacher didn't find out anything."

"Then someone must have been causing trouble. You were in the light and he was in the dark. Maybe he was scared and ran away when he saw one of you holding a knife. Have you ever encountered this kind of thing again?" Although he said this, Tang Zhitong had actually seen this kind of thing. When he was in high school, the boys from each class took turns on duty and patrolled at night without sleeping.

In the middle of the night, someone shouted in the girls' dormitory, and a group of male students, led by the teacher on duty, climbed up the stairs with flashlights in hand.

It is said that several girls saw a figure, and the boys went down each floor in pairs, but found nothing.

This kind of thing seems to happen in every university, especially in the old campus, where even some dormitory buildings have one or two dormitories that are uninhabited all year round...

"Maybe." Xiao Wang hugged her husband's arm, felt his heartbeat, and felt much more at ease.

"Don't worry, this is a new society. No one can become a spirit, and no one dares to do anything evil." Tang Zhitong touched Xiao Wang's head and comforted him.

"Well, let's go to sleep." Student Wang did not loosen his arms. He found a comfortable position, turned sideways, and closed his eyes.

Classmate Xiao Wang fell asleep, but Tang Zhitong couldn't sleep.

Is there really such a thing?
To say there was no disaster, there was an earthquake and a meteorite in 76.

If so, how many people have seen it with their own eyes?
However, whether it is a strange story or a folk tale, the contents are similar. Most of them are about how a woman takes revenge after her death, how she meets a man and repays her kindness, takes revenge, or falls in love. But there are very few stories about how a man feels sad after his death.

Don’t gentlemen have any grudges?

Those stories were obviously written in a way that would appeal to the masses.

Some people say that the end of science is theology. Tang Zhitong doesn't know what to say about this. After all, he is just a product of the education assembly line and his research is not that in-depth.

However, some people say that humans evolved from African apes, but Tang Zhitong doesn't believe it at all.

“You can be struck by lightning eight times and you won’t win even once.” Even something as small as the lottery probability cannot happen to those people, yet they tell others that the Asian race evolved from gorillas on the African savannah.

Bah! Your whole family is made of gorillas!

……

Tang Zhitong was lost in thought and didn't know when he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, early in the morning of March 3, Xiao Wang was in high spirits, as if he had forgotten everything that happened last night.

However, one action betrayed her. She put the book "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" back into her schoolbag, obviously intending to return it to the library.

Tang Zhitong pretended not to see it. Things like this should be forgotten once they are in the past.

But there are things that cannot be forgotten like summer's little secrets. After Tang Zhitong arrived at the Post and Telecommunications College, he pulled Luo Zhiping aside and joked, "Class leader, how was the movie on Saturday? Was it enjoyable?"

"Oh, don't mention it. We were all fooled by that guy. There was no kissing at all...there was nothing good to see!" Luo Zhiping almost blurted out in indignation.

"Really? Then I was right not to go and see it. I saved two hours." Tang Zhitong joked while holding back a laugh.

"It's not that we didn't gain anything. At least we know what foreign actors look like... ahem, well, Teacher Tang, our school is going to hold a spring sports meet soon. Do you want to sign up for an event?" Luo Zhiping was about to say something about the actress when his sixth sense suddenly warned him and he abruptly changed the subject.

Tang Zhitong noticed Lu Yan's gaze in this direction, shook his head and refused, "Forget it, let the opportunity to show up be given to other students."

This kind of behavior of having one's cake and eating it too will not be easily accepted by people even decades later, let alone now.

Tang Zhitong didn't know what to say about Luo Zhiping's behavior. He hoped that he had the intention but not the courage to do so, otherwise it would be difficult to end the matter.

As for the sports meet, Tang Zhitong would definitely not participate. Not only would it be tiring, but it would also not add any credits.

But I can participate in other aspects, and I think I can try to write "Athletes' March".

Tang Zhitong is very familiar with this song. From childhood to adulthood, no matter in elementary school, middle school or university, whenever there is a sports meet, this song must be played as accompaniment. Even national sports meets are no exception, and even military parades are played with this song as accompaniment.

The familiar and passionate melody is particularly catchy and is often played on loop, making it hard to forget. However, few people know that this song has lyrics!
"Teacher Tang, you really don't want to participate? If you win a place in the competition, the quota will be the same as that of the athletes, and you will be given an extra six kilograms every month!" During the break, Luo Zhiping pulled Tang Zhitong out of the classroom alone again.

"Thank you, class monitor. I really don't want to participate. I am a college student and I never practiced it specifically when I was in school. I have put it aside for so many years that I have completely forgotten it. Let's leave the opportunity to other students." Tang Zhitong declined again, but he didn't expect to get an extra six kilograms. No wonder Luo Zhiping kept encouraging him to participate.

Luo Zhiping is thinking about his own benefit. With this intention, when he is in trouble, shouldn't I help him?
During class, in addition to listening to the lecture and doing homework, Tang Zhitong was also doing three things at once: recalling the tune of "March of the Athletes".

The tune is not difficult, as the melody is engraved in our bones, but the lyrics are difficult because you rarely hear anyone singing them.

How about just writing the music and letting others write the lyrics?
(End of this chapter)