Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

During dinner time, Zhao Haimei waited until there were no other students in the cafeteria before entering.

"Hello, a meal."

She handed over a meal ticket.

The cafeteria aunt was already getting ready to get off work. When she saw her coming, she casually said, "Why are you here so late? The food is already cold."

Zhao Haimei smiled slightly: "It's too crowded, so I thought I'd come back later to eat."

"That's all that's left. I'll give it to you."

Auntie put the remaining food into her lunch box, which was much more than what was packed on time, and there was also a steamed bun.

"Thank you."

Zhao Haimei took the lunch box and found a corner out of the way to sit down.

The aunt looked at her back and sighed silently.

Zhao Haimei didn't pay attention to her aunt's pity look. She picked up the steamed bun first, tore it off where it was soaked in vegetable soup and ate it. The rest was placed on the lid of the lunch box.

This can be put aside for tomorrow.

She ate the rice in big gulps. It was cold, but it was enough to satisfy her hunger.

Behind the meal window, the aunt put down her work and dragged her colleagues out.

The cafeteria is very quiet, there is no sharp sound of pots and pans clashing, and it will not touch Zhao Haimei's self-esteem.

Outside the door, a head disappeared into the darkness, as if he didn't see anything.

Zhao Haimei was very full. Before leaving, she cleaned the table and straightened the chairs, and then quietly left with tomorrow's lunch.

There was no one in 208. Zhou Li and the others from the Spanish Department went to practice speaking. Lin Nianhe... no one knew where she was.

Zhao Haimei rubbed her belly, sat down by the bed, took out the letter paper and wrote a letter home.

She has already filled up several sheets of letter paper, but hasn't sent it out yet - she will save money by writing a few more sheets before sending them.

As soon as Zhao Haimei wrote down the date, the dormitory door was knocked twice, and then there was the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole.

The door was not opened, but Zhao Haimei knew that it was Lin Nianhe outside the door.

She was the only one who had the key in her hand and had to knock twice before opening the door.

The wooden door was pushed open and Lin Nianhe walked in.

Unlike her usual high-spirited look, today she looked sad and wilted.

Zhao Haimei put down her pen and asked her, "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, I'm sad." Lin Nianhe sat down on the stool next to her, poured a glass of water, and drank slowly.

Zhao Haimei couldn't figure out what worries Lin Nianhe could have.

Lin Nianhe didn't need her to ask, and complained: "One of my sisters' husbands helps in the magazine. After the editor corrects the manuscript, he has to copy it properly before sending it to printing. But there are too many manuscripts, and the editor can't copy them, so he has to find someone to do it. .”

"My sister is sick, and my brother-in-law has to take care of her. But the magazine has too much work, and he can't handle it and wants me to do the work for him... I don't have time."

Zhao Haimei's eyes lit up and she was silent for a moment. She asked tentatively: "Well... can I do it?"

Lin Nianhe raised his head suddenly: "Really? You didn't lie to me? Are you really capable?"

Zhao Haimei's face was a little red and she whispered: "I can write fairly neatly. If I can do it..."

"The magazine will give you paper, pens, and pens, and it will cost you fifty cents for ten thousand words. If you want to do it, I will give you the magazine's address. You go to Lao Wu, and he will lead you to the task." Lin Nianhe said directly, "But if you want to do it, I will give you the magazine's address." The task must be completed, otherwise the losses will be compensated.”

"I can do it, I can do it!" Zhao Haimei nodded repeatedly, her face even redder.

"You really helped me a lot!" Lin Nianhe reached out and hugged her, "otherwise my brother-in-law would have forced me to help copy articles."

Zhao Haimei hesitated and whispered: "Actually... I'm not here to help you... I am..." I really have no money.

Lin Nianhe interrupted her with a smile: "I don't care why you are here. Anyway, you helped me. If you have anything to say in the future, I will help you!"

Zhao Haimei's eyes were a little wet. She nodded slightly and whispered: "It's you who helped me..." "Speak carefully if you have something to say. Don't hold your throat, I will panic."

"..."

The next morning, there were no classes in the physics department, so Zhao Haimei went to the magazine office with the address given by Lin Nianhe.

"Hello, comrade, I'm looking for Comrade Wu."

Looking at the busy scene in the magazine, Zhao Haimei felt a little embarrassed.

"Old Wu, Old Wu, someone is looking for you!"

Old Wu hurried over, holding a stack of manuscripts in his hand.

"Hey, hello," Lao Wu and Zhao Haimei nodded, "Are you Nian He's classmate?"

"Yes, my name is Zhao Haimei." Zhao Haimei bowed, "Hello."

"You're welcome," Lao Wu motioned for her to follow him, and said as he walked, "Copying a manuscript is not difficult, as long as the handwriting is neat and you don't make mistakes, but sometimes the manuscript is a little messy and difficult to read, so you have to be careful. Son."

"Yeah, yeah!" Zhao Haimei listened very seriously and nodded repeatedly.

"But you are a college student, you can definitely do well." Lao Wu took Zhao Haimei to the editor and said directly, "Sister Zhang, this is Zhao Haimei, a student from Peking University, and she also wants to copy a manuscript for us."

Sister Zhang raised her head and glanced at Zhao Haimei, then handed her two pieces of paper: "Please copy this manuscript and I will have a look."

"it is good."

Zhao Haimei's palms were sweating, and she was three times more nervous than the first time she rode a horse.

Sister Zhang gave her a short article, about 2000 words.

There was no empty seat in the room, so Old Wu only took her to find a chair.

"This……"

Old Wu was a little helpless.

As it was about to be published, the magazine was extremely busy and there really was no room.

"It's okay, I can just copy it here."

Zhao Haimei said, squatting down in front of the stool, spreading the manuscript and notebook on the stool, taking off the pen cap and started copying.

Old Wu looked at her serious look and breathed a sigh of relief.

He found a cup and poured some hot water for her, and then went to get his manuscript.

Lin Nianhe found his job for him.He didn't know exactly how he got here. It seemed that one of Lin Nianhe's neighbors worked in a magazine, and he learned that there was such a job.

Lao Wu felt that this job was very suitable for him - he could copy in the hospital without any delay in taking care of Guan Manling.

Lin Nianhe called him last night and asked if the magazine still needed someone. Thinking of Sister Zhang's recent complaints, he quickly told Lin Nianhe that they did and that they were in great need. Sister Zhang had been staying up late copying manuscripts recently.

Old Wu was originally here to pick up the manuscript today, and he should leave after taking the things.But thinking that Zhao Haimei was Lin Nianhe's friend, he waited aside, planning to wait for the little girl's matter to be settled before leaving.

Zhao Haimei writes very quickly. She can copy a manuscript in about an hour.

I didn’t feel anything when I was writing. After I finished writing, I felt my legs were so sore that I couldn’t even stand up.

Old Wu stepped forward to help her, put away the pen and paper and asked her to sit down.

Zhao Haimei was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

"What's that."

Lao Wu only thought that this girl had a soft temper and was easy to get along with.

He looked at the manuscript copied by Zhao Haimei. The handwriting was neat and beautiful, very good.

He whispered: "It should be fine, don't be afraid."

Zhao Haimei tapped her leg and finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, with a hint of joy in her eyes.