Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 1064 1064. Chinese Week (50)

On the last day of China Week, Dong Qiangqiang was woken up by a rooster again. He felt more and more that his alarm clock had no value, but this time the wake-up call was full of wildness and vitality. Because of the woods outside the courtyard, he got an orchestra with many kinds of birds and insects. On sunny days, the sounds of nature lingered in his ears.

Dong Qiangqiang stretched his arms slightly, and he felt his body lighten. He heard two "pa pa" sounds, and when he looked in the direction of the sound, he saw a book fell to the ground.

He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed for a few seconds, then bent down to pick up the book and put it on the bed, then walked barefoot to the balcony.

When the rising sun skillfully rose from the top of the mountain ridge, the exceptionally bright hexagonal halo pierced his eyes. This moment seemed to be the turning point between dream and wakefulness for him, and everything around him seemed to be still. The cool mountain breeze considerately blew away the insignificant heat left on him by the sun. Feeling a little cool, he casually expanded his chest and started doing push-ups. After doing nearly fifty in one breath, he finally couldn't hold on any longer. He lay on the floor, gasping for breath, and leaned his body towards the fence. While quietly feeling the rapid beating of his pulse, he cast his eyes outside the fence.

As the weather gets warmer day by day, the low woods outside the yard, which were a little bald a few months ago, are now lush and green. After a few days of rain, they are even greener. The winding and undulating curve formed by the treetops extends all the way up the mountain. Near the halfway point of the mountain, it is suddenly blocked by a large field of yellow daisies. Under the bright sunshine, it looks like a huge oil painting blooming on the earth, which makes people want to open their hearts. The cold and steep ridges higher up are being caressed by the clouds descending to the earth, as if the sky is whispering its secrets.

Dong Qiangqiang was increasingly glad that he had listened to Du Lan and Zheng Chunhua's advice and chosen his landlord's house. He liked more and more that he could be in close contact with the nature at any time. He liked the way the forest breathed and the tranquility it left for him between breaths. He liked listening to the free singing of different birds, the clumsy buzzing of insects reveling and dancing in the nectar, the leisurely sound of ducks and geese swimming on the water, the tranquility of swaying lotus leaves and playful fish, and even the crowing of roosters with hoarse voices that disturbed people's dreams would become less annoying on such a beautiful morning.

Because of all this, he no longer wakes up grumpy due to poor sleep, but instead wakes up happy.

He relaxed his whole body, counted his breaths, focused his attention inward, bathed in the unique morning light, and felt the rich gifts of nature.

The landlord rarely invited Dong Qiangqiang to have breakfast. Looking at the table full of Wanfu snacks, Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help laughing out loud.

He originally thought that the landlord, who was particular about healthy and balanced diet, would reject all kinds of fried food, but the landlord smiled and explained that such delicious food could still be tried, otherwise it would be a waste of food. When Dong Qiangqiang symbolically finished eating and was about to leave, the landlord even said that if Dong Qiangqiang needed it, he could also cook Chinese food at home, but it would be better not to cook it every day and the smoke would be too big, so as not to ruin her beautiful kitchen wallpaper. Dong Qiangqiang politely thanked him, but in his heart he thought that the other party was just acting on a whim and didn't take it to heart at all.

The performances on the last day included a lecture by a professor from the Department of Sinology at TU and a preview of Feng Chong’s Chinese character and Chinese language class. Of course, the highlight was the closing ceremony of China Week.

The relevant advertisements were put out long ago, but the number of audiences and reporters present today was two-thirds less than the previous two days. In fact, this is not difficult to understand. The fun and entertainment of the previous two days' performances were more attractive than today's literary lectures. In addition, it is the weekend, and there are more people who can go out than on weekdays. Germans like to join in the fun, so it is normal that there are more people on weekends. When people put on the tight ring of the weekday again, those who should go to work should go to work, and those who should go to class should go to class. It is really not easy to come and support.

However, there are also advantages to having fewer people, that is, everyone in the preparation group no longer needs to be nervous and watch the scene, guarding against any unexpected problems that may occur at any time. As long as there are no problems with people and equipment, they can just wait for a smooth closing. Anxious Liao Cheng did not wait quietly for his call as Dong Qiangqiang said, but sent a text message to Dong Qiangqiang early, saying that he was in the library all day, and that he had prepared all the things and cash, and was waiting for his guidance at any time. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the implication, hoping that Dong Qiangqiang could come as soon as possible.

Dong Qiangqiang has classes in the morning, afternoon and afternoon. Although the noon class is not as important as the morning and afternoon classes, the start time of the class is very close to the end time of the morning class. He ignored the urging in the text message and only asked the other party to meet in the library after his afternoon class. Although Liao Cheng was not satisfied with this, he could not find any fault.

Zheng Chunhua was away due to some matters, so Dong Qiangqiang and Fang Shuang, who was in charge of the display board area, had a quick meeting. Fang Shuang said that everything was normal in the display board area, but there was some not very optimistic news: the number of suspected SARS cases in Taiwan Province just hit a new high yesterday, and the Department of Health once again called for and emphasized the necessity of implementing home isolation. The global data was also not optimistic, and the data were extremely ugly.

At the opening ceremony of China Week, Dong Qiangqiang enjoyed the traditional lion dance, but during the closing ceremony, he could only sit obediently in a large classroom with hundreds of people and listen to the German professor teach and answer questions.

Listening to the faint melodies coming from outside the window, Dong Qiangqiang was calm. The classroom and the closing performance were not in the same direction, so even if he stretched his head out of the window, he could not see any pictures. However, he was not worried at all at this time, as he had not worried at all after a few days of running-in. As long as these reliable partners in the preparation group were there, everything would be successful.

On the way to the library after class in the afternoon, he walked through the hall of the Economics Department and met familiar and unfamiliar students to learn about the morning lectures and the afternoon closing ceremony. Although he did not see a single frame or picture, he knew that the lectures and the closing ceremony performances were a complete success. The several booths in the hall were also operating normally. There was no scene of crowds because it was the last day. There was even a line of students waiting for consultation in front of the white board.

When the sun was setting and the sky was filled with afterglow, Liao Cheng walked out of the library with a sullen face and shaking his head. Without saying goodbye to Dong Qiangqiang, he got on his buddy's motorcycle and drove away.

When Lao Bai approached Liao Cheng for financing before, he had praised Dong Qiangqiang as a good stock trader and said that it would be right to follow him. However, when Liao Cheng repeatedly asked Dong Qiangqiang about the information of Volkswagen stocks and their derivatives, Dong Qiangqiang remained tight-lipped and did not say a word. Although Liao Cheng was unwilling, he had no choice. After all, Dong Qiangqiang had never promised to tell him this information. Dong Qiangqiang's determination made him at a loss for words, so he had to take a step back and hope that there was a bright future ahead.

Looking at the other person's extremely chic back, Dong Qiangqiang knew that the other person would definitely not give up and would find an excuse to come back sooner or later.

Just as Dong Qiangqiang was admiring the afterglow, his cell phone, which had been silent for the entire afternoon, began to ring with several crisp text message alerts, and his voice mailbox received several new messages.

The library's interior is built in a lattice-like structure, with lots of solid metal, which results in cell phones of different operators experiencing a lack of signal in the library. Calls that are not answered in time naturally go to voicemail immediately. Dong Qiangqiang didn't spend much time in the library in the afternoon, so he shouldn't miss anything. But the reality is that when you are idle, no one will look for you. When you are busy, more people will look for you.