There were already quite a few people in the cafeteria. Seeing Cen Xinrui come in, with a friend who was obviously also an educated youth, several teachers greeted him and smiled at Que Rendong in a friendly manner. Cen Xinrui answered his colleague while queuing up at the window. Just as he had finished his meal and sat down with Que Rendong at the table in the corner of the cafeteria, Mr. He walked up to them with the freshly prepared meal in his hand.

"Teacher He. Cen Xinrui stood up respectfully.

"You sit, you sit," Teacher He noticed Que Rendong, but said to Cen Xinrui in his mouth: "Go to me after dinner, I have your letter." ”

"Okay. Cen Xinrui still respectfully agreed, and when he saw her leaving, Fang sat down.

"This teacher is so familiar. Que Rendong felt that the person who came just now seemed familiar.

"Don't you remember? She is Teacher He Fangfei, who taught us biology. ”

No wonder! Que Rendong thought about it, but then he thought of something, "Did you know each other well in No. 1 Middle School or did you meet here?"

Hearing him ask, Cen Xinrui shook his head, and then nodded again.

Looking at him like this, Que Rendong was a little puzzled.

"Oh, you don't know, the first time I met Teacher He here, it was really a bit dramatic," Cen Xinrui glanced around, and whispered to Que Rendong, "I still feel sour in my heart." ”

Que Rendong was quite surprised when he heard this.

Looking at him like this, Cen Xinrui looked at the surrounding situation and whispered to him about his encounter with Teacher He.

Listening to Cen Xinrui's account, Que Rendong was shocked.

"You don't know, Mr. He still has some words that also shocked me. Seeing that Que Rendong didn't squeak for a long time, Cen Xinrui said softly.

"Really?" Hearing this, Que Rendong came back to his senses and turned his head to look at his friend.

"Guess what she said when she talked about why Qu Jinbai and Chu Lan were violent to her?"

"How?"

She said that it took millions of years for humans to evolve from animals, but it only takes a moment to turn back into animals. Why is that? To a large extent, it is a question of whether there are external constraints!"

Listening to such words, Que Rendong felt that it made sense.

She also said that Engels once said that the fact that man is transformed from an animal determines that man can never get rid of his animal nature. Now it seems that the rebels, who consider themselves his followers, have merely made a footnote to his assertion by their own barbarism. Seeing that his good partner was silently thinking after listening to the words of Teacher He that he had just quoted, Cen Xinrui added another paragraph.

Hearing this, Que Rendong would be really dumbfounded. The first is that he did not know that Engels had said such a thing, which shows that he has read few books and has shallow knowledge, and second, he has to let others hear this, and if he does not do it well, he will be put on a big hat and put on the line.

"Rendong, what do you want?" Looking at his stunned appearance, Cen Xinrui asked.

"Ah, didn't think about anything. Seeing Cen Xinrui looking at himself inquiringly, Que Rendong came back to his senses. To be honest, in addition to deep sympathy for Mr. He's experience, he also secretly rejoiced for himself.

Like Cen Xinrui, because of his bad background, he didn't want any Red Guard organization, he was very depressed at the time, but now it seems to be a good thing, if he is really like Qu Jinbai and Chu Lan, his soul will not be at peace in this life.

Thinking of this, he said to Cen Xinrui with a little emotion: "Teacher He is unlucky, in fact, why aren't we? But it's okay, although we are not qualified to participate in the Cultural Revolution, and we can't stay in the city, we can only work hard in the countryside, but we have never done evil, and our hearts are steadfast, which is called 'not doing bad things for others, and not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night'." ”

"That's right," Cen Xinrui agreed, but then said: "However, this can only be called Mingzhe self-protection, and there are not many people who can do this!"

"It seems that it is not easy to be a good person!" Que Rendong sighed.

Cen Xinrui felt that his friend's words made sense. just felt that the more he said this, the more boring he became, so he said to the other party: "Forget it, don't talk about it, what should we do." ”

"Also, I have to hurry back to fill out the form, so as not to have too many dreams at night," Seeing him rinse the rice bowl in the washing sink of the cafeteria, Que Rendong said: "You should also go to Teacher He to get the letter, maybe it was your father who came." ”

"Don't you want to sit down with Teacher He?" Cen Xinrui took the cleaned rice bowl and shook off the water droplets on it.

"Forget it today, if I can go to school this time, I will definitely come when I leave Baling Lake. Que Rendong glanced at the library.

"That's fine. Cen Xinrui put the washed rice bowl in the cupboard and walked with his friend outside the school until he walked out of the school gate for a long time, then turned around and walked towards the library.

Who is the letter, brother or father? Cen Xinrui guessed in his heart as he walked. Since he was sent to Baling Lake, his brother has sent him two letters, but his father has not said a word. He knew that his father was locked up in a cadre school and it was impossible to write a letter to himself, but he always had hope in his heart, and naturally, he was more full of concern for his father.

I hope this is a letter from my father, Cen Xinrui secretly prayed in his heart, because just last month, by chance, he heard Director Zhu mention that the county is implementing the policy, and a large number of cadres will be liberated. Sure enough, when he walked into the library and took the letter from Mr. He, he found that it was indeed sent by his father.

I was able to communicate freely, and it seemed that things were much better. Thinking of this, Cen Xinrui's mood that was still cloudy just now was obviously a lot clearer.

Seeing his happy expression, Mr. He was also infected on the side, and couldn't help but make a joke in his mouth: "The beacon fire has been in place for three months, and the family letter is worth 10,000 gold." ”

Listening to this, Cen Xinrui felt the same way. He hurriedly opened the envelope and read it. Reading and reading, a smile appeared on his face.

"There's good news. Teacher He asked with concern.

"My dad is liberated!" Cen Xinrui was very excited.

"Yes, that's a great thing!" Mr. He was also happy.

It was indeed a great thing, so much so that Cen Xinrui read it several times.

"Why don't you go back and have a look?" Mr. He reminded him.

"Go back, definitely go back," Cen Xinrui carefully put away the letter, "My father said in the letter that if he can spare time, he will go home, and he said that he will return to Lichuan County in the next few days." ”

"It's just right, next week the school students will learn agriculture and reclaim the tea mountain," Teacher He said, "You are not the head teacher, you can go away." ”

"Yes, I'll go and ask Director Zhu for leave later. Cen Xinrui nodded again and again, and the smile kept on his face.

"Let's go and clean up," Teacher He urged, and when Cen Xinrui went out, he handed over another book: "Take it to read on the road." ”

Cen Xinrui took the book and found that it was an old "Architectural Map", but unfortunately the head and tail were gone, and I didn't know who the author was. But he was still very moved.

Starting from the two books that Hao Zhiguo lent him, in the past two years, Cen Xinrui has found a lot of books about architecture to read. He did this, in addition to the fact that these kinds of books don't cause too much trouble, because he got a lot of fun out of them. The more he looked, the more he felt that China's architectural culture was broad and profound, and worthy of in-depth study.

Not to mention anything else, just Yahou Street, where I have lived for more than 20 years, is not simple. It's just that at this moment, when I was holding the book that Mr. He gave me, I couldn't help but have a melancholy mood: What is the use of reading books like this except to talk about it to relieve the emptiness and depression in my heart? Can I be an architect? On the contrary, Hong Xiaoyong, who doesn't like to read any books and can't read well, entered the very good Wuhan Institute of Technology, and listened to Que Rendong say that he actually studied architecture.

Alas-

Walking out of the library, Cen Xinrui let out a long sigh, most of the joy caused by his father's liberation just now disappeared at once, and what shrouded his heart at this moment was more of a worry about his future.