On the way back to Shili Brigade, Wang Xixi looked at Lin Nianhe for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask her: "Nianhe, are you and that police comrade in love?"
Lin Nianhe immediately shook his head: "No, he is my childhood brother, the brother next door."
Lin Nianhe has been waiting for this question for a long time!
She knew that Wang Xixi had misunderstood, but she jumped out to explain herself, which was obviously suspected of being guilty.
Wang Xixi saw her calm face, but couldn't help but look at her bicycle: "Then how dare you take away his bicycle?"
"ah?"
Lin Nianhe was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "This may be considered a regional cultural difference. Let me tell you this, in the compound, we can fight to death by ourselves, but there are people from other places who come to make trouble. In the past, no matter how big the hatred was, we would all fight together."
"Like helping or something... We are the primary school students in a large courtyard. I ask you to do something. If I can do it, you have to do it for me. If I can't do it, I have to bully you. So many times we are not so polite. .”
What Lin Nianhe was talking about was indeed the courtyard culture unique to the capital. The elders of these children are in the same unit, and their ancestors have worked hard together. The bond they have grown up together since they were young is naturally extraordinary.
Such a unique emotional bond is almost unreasonable to outsiders.
Wang Xixi was stunned for a long time, unable to figure out how to evaluate it.
Lin Nianhe looked at her and added: "And I will give him money, but I didn't bring it with me today."
All her money was in the space, and she could take it out anytime she wanted, but she couldn't explain why she had to bring so much money when she came to town to buy a notebook, so she could only put it off for a while.
Wang Xixi nodded slowly and reluctantly accepted: "So, in fact, you give him money and he helps you buy a bicycle, right?"
In fact, there is still a difference.
Lin Nianhe said in his heart.
Because he wanted to be in front of her.
But she was too lazy to explain any more and nodded with a smile: "Yes, yes."
Wang Xixi stuck out her tongue and whispered: "I always thought he was treating you... Hehe, it turns out that your friends there also take care of each other in this way."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
The little flame that had been extinguished in her mind for a long time was rekindled because of Comrade Daxi's words.
Is it possible that Su Yuncheng really likes her? Oh no, do you like the original owner?
Lin Nianhe felt that Su Yuncheng could not possibly like him. What does he like about himself? Do you like her skillful way of wielding a kitchen knife?
She suddenly felt that the bicycle handlebar in her hand was a little hot.
My heart is a little confused.
Lin Nianhe's mind was quickly distracted by other things.
Because he had been delayed for a long time on the road, Lin Nianhe had just taken two bites of steamed buns after returning to the educated youth center when he heard the gong sound of the literacy class getting ready to start.
This afternoon, Principal Wu and Li Dahe were not idle. They moved the desks and chairs made by Uncle Li into the two rooms of the brigade headquarters, set up two small blackboards, and simply decorated the classroom.
They also went door-to-door to count the number of people attending literacy classes. In addition to the elderly and children, as well as those who have gone to school, there are a total of 201 people in the Shili Brigade who need to be literate, including 108 gay men.
Lin Nianhe: "It's such a number that makes people suddenly want to climb a mountain."
Principal Wu: "..."
Lin Nianhe: "Principal, do you want to shout a slogan before your class starts? For example, to pray for heaven? Or maybe I will donate another 109 flagpoles to you?"
Principal Wu patted her on the shoulder, glared at her and asked, "You have extra notebooks and pencils. What are you going to do with the rest?"
"I'll give it as a reward to the children when the elementary school starts." Lin Nianhe said casually.
A notebook costs five cents. As the richest man in the Shili Brigade, Comrade Lin doesn't care about this little money.
"That's okay too."
Principal Wu didn't talk nonsense anymore and just asked Lin Nianhe: "Have you decided what you want to teach everyone?"
Lin Nianhe replied seriously: "I called my dad in the town in the afternoon. He told me a lot about the literacy class. I think I should know what to teach everyone."
She understood what Father Lin meant, which was to start from life and teach some down-to-earth things.
"Well," Principal Wu told me, "don't be nervous, we are all aunts you are familiar with. If you don't know what to teach, I will teach you the most basic things like numbers and numbers."
"good."
In fact, both of them were a little nervous.
Lin Nianhe was nervous because it was his first time on the podium, and Principal Wu was worried that some people would not come.
Facts have proved that Principal Wu had nothing to worry about.
A hundred or so people were crowded neatly into a small temporary classroom. Some even brought their own little horses. Those who really had no place to sit stood aside.
The same was true for Lin Nianhe. Aunt Li helped count the number of people on the way here, and everyone was accurate.
But Lin Nianhe's nervousness was destined to have no place to vent, so she could only comfort herself: It's okay, she has seen the big world, and no matter how many aunts there are, they can't be calm and not panic when the professors ask tricky questions during the graduation defense.
"Lin Zhiqing, what are we learning today?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? You don't even need to ask. Xiao Lin, an educated youth, is here to teach us how to read and write. Why are you here even if you don't know?"
"That's right, your mouth is as big as a cotton waistband, so don't tell me what you're talking about. Hey, Lin Zhiqing, how do you write your confession?"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Hey, she wants to know too.
She didn't even quite understand what those four words meant!
On July 18, 1975, Lin Nianhe, who had traveled here for nearly three months, encountered his first real challenge.
The name of this challenge is: The meaning and written expression of Northeastern idioms.
Lin Nianhe looked at the enthusiastic aunts, and after a moment of silence, he smiled.
"Aunt Li's question is exactly what I want to ask."
There was no trace of panic on Teacher Xiaolin's face, and there was a smile on her lips, as if everything was her script.
"I would like to first explain to you the difference between Mandarin and local dialects."
"Our country is vast and rich in resources. There used to be a saying that 'ten miles apart have different pronunciations.' This may not be obvious in our northeast, but in the south, it is very likely that the dialects of two villages separated by several miles cannot be understood by each other."
"Don't mention it far away, let's just say that some time ago, Wen Lan, an educated youth, spoke her hometown dialect. The aunts couldn't understand it, right?"
Teacher Xiaolin directly gave the most convincing example.
Wen Lan's Shaanxi dialect isolated the entire village.
The aunts nodded in agreement.
Lin Nianhe was very satisfied with everyone's reaction and continued: "So when people from the south and the north gather together, how should they communicate? As early as the beginning of the century, 'Mandarin' was proposed, which is what Wen Lan, an educated youth, usually said when communicating with everyone if."
“Being able to speak dialects is something to be proud of, but speaking Mandarin well is an essential skill for communicating with others.”
At this time, Widow Zhao couldn't help but say: "Why do I feel that what Wen Lan, an educated youth, usually says is no different from what we say?"
"That's right, so what we speak is Mandarin?"
"We talk to Girl Lin in the same tone."
"..."
On July 18, 1975, Lin Nianhe encountered his second real challenge on his first day as a teacher.
The name of this challenge is: Am I not speaking Mandarin?
(End of chapter)
