Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 532 532. Poetry

Although nothing happened along the way, Dong Qiangqiang could feel that the atmosphere of the city had changed subtly.

When changing trains at the train station, he saw more police cars parked under the tall statues than usual, the policemen wearing sunglasses, armed with guns and live ammunition, and the German black-backed police dogs armed to the teeth were engrossed in the pedestrians on the street. And vehicles, several explosion-proof cylinders are placed in a triangle in the small square in front of the railway station with a distance of 30 meters.From time to time, police helicopters flew by in a hurry.

It can be seen that the Germans are also very nervous.

Dong Qiangqiang had only seen similar scenes in Hollywood blockbusters before, but movies are just movies after all, far away from life.But this time because of Chen Yu's relationship, he felt anger, sadness and helplessness for the first time.

During the transfer, he couldn't help but dialed Chen Yu's cell phone again, but the result was the same as yesterday.

Lao Bai's words yesterday did relax his tense nerves, but he still couldn't get in touch with the other party, which made him anxious.

He wanted to call Chen Yu's parents to ask if they had any letter from Chen Yu, but he was afraid of hearing bad news, so he hesitated and gave up.

Dong Qiangqiang came to the preparatory department with anxiety.

Right in front of the entrance of the preparatory school is a bronze statue of a German scholar whose name Dong Qiangqiang does not know. There are bronze statues in many corners of the city of Hannover, such as the statue of a galloping horse in front of the university gate and the statue of a king in front of the train station.

A few bouquets of white flowers were placed at the foot of the sculpture, and together with the surrounding tall pines and cypresses, the preparatory department with red bricks and red tiles is particularly solemn and solemn.Unlike the laughter in the past, today there is almost no sound inside and outside the campus. Most of the students walked into the campus quietly and quickly.

When Dong Qiangqiang walked into the classroom, many people were already sitting in their seats.

The preparatory course of the Department of Economics has only fixed classrooms but no fixed seats, and students sit at will.In order not to block the sight of other students, Dong Qiangqiang took the initiative to sit in the back row every time.

There were whispers in the classroom, and occasionally even a slight laugh could be heard.Dong Qiangqiang lowered his head and walked to the place where he often sat, and took notes and recording pens from the bag to the table without raising his head.At this time, someone called his name in a low voice, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Qu Shan winking at him: "Look at the blackboard."

As soon as Dong Qiangqiang looked up, he saw two huge words written in English on the blackboard: Deserve it!

deserve it?Dong Qiangqiang was stunned.Who deserves it?Americans deserve it?Or do the people in those two buildings deserve it?
This sentence is full of schadenfreude, Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help frowning and asked Qu Shan: "Who wrote this?"

"I don't know." Qu Shan didn't know whether she really didn't see it or was trying to evade it. When she spoke, her eyes were fixed on the ground, as if she was deliberately avoiding Dong Qiangqiang's gaze, "I'll have (word) when I come."

Dong Qiangqiang stared at the words on the blackboard and stood up abruptly.

Qu Shan was startled, and blurted out, "What are you doing?"

Dong Qiangqiang didn't say a word, and was about to walk forward, but Qu Shan grabbed his sleeve and asked in puzzlement, "Why are you meddling in this business?"

"It's uncomfortable to look at." Dong Qiangqiang jumped out four words.

"Lesson will start soon, wait for the teacher to come..." Before Qu Shan finished speaking, the English teacher had already walked in.

Their English teacher is a fat middle-aged woman who speaks slowly and calmly. Her lectures are very funny and patient. Dong Qiangqiang has a good impression of her.

As soon as she put the textbook on the podium, she was stunned when she saw the English on the blackboard.

After a long time, she turned around, and Dong Qiangqiang and Qu Shan immediately noticed that her eye circles seemed a little red.

The two looked at each other, Qu Shan tugged Dong Qiangqiang's sleeve vigorously, and Dong Qiangqiang sat down slowly.

He thought that the English teacher would reprimand the behavior of schadenfreude, or ask loudly who wrote the words, but to his surprise, the English teacher did not erase the English, but turned around and wrote stroke by stroke on the blackboard next to him. start poetry.

Dong Qiangqiang didn't recognize the author's Chinese name when he saw "John Donne", which is no wonder, after all, he was not a major in English and American literature, so when he read the name of the poem "For Whom The Bell Tolls", he still didn't know what to say .

A meaningful little poem, the content is not long, and there are many words in it that Dong Qiangqiang has never seen before. He guesses that it may be Old English words.

"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as Well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."

After the teacher wrote it, he took all the students to read it carefully, but he neither explained the meaning of the poem, nor said why he wrote it, nor erased the two English words.Until the end of the English class, the teacher didn't mention the writing on the blackboard, as if it never happened.

Dong Qiangqiang suddenly became curious, eager to see how the next teacher would react to these two words.

Because the next class is the German politics class that Dong Qiangqiang dislikes the most.

The political class was taught by an elderly middle-aged German uncle who was tall and spoke very fast.Originally, everyone didn’t understand what he was talking about. When he was speaking fast, he couldn’t remember anything at all, and he was desperate. But at this time, he especially liked to ask questions. Whenever he asked questions, Chinese students were very knowledgeable. He lowered his head, or pretended to be thinking hard, or pretended to be thinking deeply, in short, no one answered, let alone raised his hand to answer questions.

Like the English teacher, the politics teacher saw the words on the blackboard as soon as he entered the door.

He looked at the words with his hands behind his back for about a few minutes, as if he was thinking about something.

Sure enough, as soon as the class bell rang, he said quickly: "Everyone must have learned about what happened yesterday from TV or newspapers. I didn't want to talk about it too much. But I saw this today," he said. Pointing at the blackboard, "I suddenly thought, today's class can be temporarily changed to a discussion class, what do you think?"

There was no sound under the podium, not only the Chinese students did not pick up the words, but even the foreign students did not make a sound.

"Since everyone has no objections, let's get started. Don't be nervous, I won't call names in this discussion class, so you don't have to raise your hands to speak." The political teacher smiled and pointed to a fat Polish man sitting by the door. Girl, "Start with you. Everyone speaks for at least 5 minutes to express their views on yesterday's events. The quality of speeches will be included in the semester grades. I'll watch when I'm ready."

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that they thought they could escape a catastrophe, but they prepared a big hole and wiped out everyone immediately.

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