Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 453 Cards
"Such a school is incomparable to a university campus..." Deng Li frowned and looked at the frolicking men and women in front of him: "Can you find a classmate who is still studying hard after class?"

"It seems that there are really..." The two passed a classroom, but saw a girl sitting in the classroom, seriously recording something.

The pens used by girls are also very special. There is an iron box in front of them, which is the kind that cashiers use to dip in water to count money, but the sponge inside is filled with ink, and they are not ordinary pens, but special for accountants. The kind of dip pen.

The girl has a beautiful appearance, especially the rosy skin, which sets off her eyebrows extremely beautifully, her soft hair is tied in a loose ponytail, and her serious writing style makes Deng Lixian see a bit of the style of a lady in the Han Dynasty , and many students in this school are very different in temperament, which made him feel good.

"What are you doing?" Deng Lixian couldn't help asking.

"Go in and have a look and you'll know?" Mr. Yang said.

The two walked into the classroom. The girl looked up and saw a middle-aged man and an old man. She was a little confused, but she stood up politely: "Teachers, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Mr. Yang said with a smile, "We're not teachers either, we can only be regarded as the school's... uh, the partner, and there is no one in the classroom during the current class time?"

"Our graduating class is like this." The girl was a little embarrassed: "The last semester is just doing a thesis and looking for an internship in a unit, and there are no courses arranged."

"That's right...then what are you doing?"

"Oh, I practice calligraphy and play."

Over there, Deng Lixian has already picked up the girl's writing paper: "This word...beautiful!"

Mr. Yang was also very surprised when he saw it: "Handwritten? I just thought it was a printed template!"

There are very small grids on the paper, almost the kind used to read electric meters, with standard imitation Song style Chinese characters on them, but the content is Xi Murong's poems.

"And English?" Deng Lixian picked up another piece of light green copperplate paper on the table: "When You Are Old... Uh, this student's English level is very high!"

"Ah, I don't know much English, I just can write..."

"This cursive style is also very beautiful." Mr. Yang liked the English poetry paper even more when he saw it. He didn't know that the girl's English handwriting should be called Spencer style, which was popular in the United States in [-]. An elegant and gorgeous font.

"Why do you want to practice this?" Deng Lixian couldn't help asking the girl.

Most people practice calligraphy in the way of cursive calligraphy with hard pens. There are too few people who practice Chinese imitation of Song Dynasty and English Spencer printing style.

"A friend of Song Dynasty asked me to practice it, saying that it should be used in my future work..." The girl blushed a little: "As for English, my classmates asked me to practice it. They bought cards for me to write, and then... gave them away people……"

Deng Lixian had already smelled the perfume on that piece of English paper, and thought that young people nowadays are quite good at playing, so this kind of gift is undoubtedly very popular with boys and girls.

"This classmate, can you write one for me?" Mr. Yang felt itchy in his heart. This English calligraphy is really rare in Manzhou nowadays.

"Okay." The girl began to rummage through her bag. It seemed that she was frequently begged by her classmates. After a while, she took out a few beautiful and elegant cards: "Uncle, which one do you think?"

"This one, I like the light blue one."

"Okay," the girl put away the other cards, leaving the light blue one, and then opened another book: "Choose a poem."

"Oh, you still said that your English is not good." Deng Lixian couldn't help but look at him with admiration: "This is Yeats' poetry collection."

"I got someone to find this for me..." the girl said, "I don't really understand it...you have to read the notes on the side..."

Mr. Yang is not very good at understanding English poetry, but when he opened the collection of poems, he found that there were notes of new words in the blank space inside, and there were Chinese translations beside the poems.

"The notes made by my classmate." The girl's tone was full of pride: "His English is very good."

"Is he also in this school?" President Yang thought that this must not be let go.

Unexpectedly, the girl curled her lips: "No, he's only a sophomore in high school."

"Eh? Then you've only been in the hydropower school for two years? Why are you in the graduating class again? Isn't there another year left?"

"I'm a child of a power company, and I've gone three plus two."

The three plus two here is not the three plus two that will be upgraded in later generations, but a local policy.

The children in the power system, after three years of junior high school training in the children's school, and then two years of training in the hydropower school, can get a technical secondary school diploma and start working in five years.

This is the fastest way for the children of power system employees to participate in work. Of course, this kind of mode is not recognized outside the system. Even within the system, the starting point is extremely low, and the working place is generally in a small remote power station.

Looking at this delicate little girl, Mr. Yang couldn't imagine her changing into overalls and playing with a wrench in a small power station in the mountains. He shook his head and chose a relatively short poem: "Just this one, let me have a look... ..."Truth that Comes with Time", well, we can't understand English, but Chinese is really good."

"My classmate translated it." The girl was very proud: "I said he is very good?"

"It's very powerful." Mr. Yang agreed with the little girl happily.

"Then this one, I'll write it for my uncle now." The little girl was happy all of a sudden, she sat down, dipped a fine pen in some ink, and began to write.

Once it started, the girl entered a quiet state, and the earnestness made Deng and Yang dare not speak any more.

Beautiful calligraphy flowed out on the card.

Though leaves are many, the root is one
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
At the bottom of the English calligraphy, the girl also thoughtfully wrote the translation of her classmates in imitation Song style:

Thousands of leaves rise from one root, false and dense is youth.

Who knows that flowers are like people, only when the setting sun is scattered can you see the truth.

"Good! It's really well written!" Mr. Yang clapped his hands and applauded, not knowing whether he was praising calligraphy or poetry.

The girl clamped the card in the middle seam and let it spread out, tore a paper towel and twisted it into strips to absorb excess ink, and then used the other card as a small fan to fan the ink to dry faster.

Very elegant, long-lasting sense of ritual, very beautiful.

After doing all this, the girl took off the clip: "Uncle, here it is for you."

"Thank you. It's so beautiful, why don't I give you money, you are a student, and you have to spend money to buy cards."

"No need, these are leftovers from my use, and they have already paid back." The girl smiled, looking very good.

"Thank you, she's such a generous girl." Mr. Yang put the card away with a smile: "Listen to the accent, are you from Jiachuan?"

"Yes." The girl nodded, then looked at Deng Lixian: "This teacher is also from Jiachuan, right?"

Deng Lixian smiled and said, "Yes, but it has been more than 30 years since I left Jiachuan."

"That's also a fellow." The girl was very cheerful: "How about I write you one too?"

"No, no, no." Deng Li waved his hand quickly: "It's too exhausting, I'll just take a copy of your practice draft."

After speaking, he took a practice paper full of imitation Song characters from the table.

"Why is this so embarrassing?" The girl felt that this was not good.

(End of this chapter)