"My name is Wang Xiaomei, and Wang Liuzhu is my little brother. I love watching him light fires. In the future, I want to be like the loudspeaker in the village. Everyone in the village must listen to what I say!"
Niu Wa's deskmate, a little girl with two braids, shook her head and said seriously.
Lin Nianhe was stunned for a moment before realizing that the little girl was talking about the village's loudspeaker.
Since the speaker was installed, Li Dahe has been reluctant to use it. He was afraid that it would break if it was used too much, so he built a small tent to protect him from the rain. Morning and night, he had to climb up and wipe the dust himself. The treatment was generous. The old scalpers will be jealous when they see it.
Wang Xiaomei didn't understand that people would listen to the loudspeaker not because it was a loudspeaker, but because every time Li Dahe had to use it, he was talking about the most important things.
Lin Nianhe didn't tell anyone in public, he smiled, clapped and nodded, paying tribute to every extraordinary dream.
Wang Xiaomei walked off the podium, and Niu Wa stood up. He glanced at Lin Nianhe, walked to the center of the podium and stood still.
"My name is Niu Wa. I like to learn to read and do arithmetic. I also like to catch fish and play checkers. I will be admitted to Peking University in the future."
Admitted to Peking University.
This is what Lin Nianhe told him.
Lin Nianhe didn't expect that what she said casually once would be remembered by Niu Wa. The corners of her eyes were slightly red, and she couldn't help "complaining" in her heart: This boy is really good at coaxing people.
"Niu Wa, what does it mean to be admitted to Peking University?"
"What is Peking University?"
"Is it the same as roasted sweet potatoes?"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Niuwa: "..."
Niu Wa explained to his new classmates seriously: "Peking University is a university in Beijing and the best school. I will go to study there in the future."
These words were told to him by Principal Wu when he asked Principal Wu what Peking University was after Lin Nianhe told him that day. Niu Wa remembered what Peking University was and also remembered what the principal’s mother said that Sister Lin’s home was in the capital.
Niu Wa looked at her classmates who were still confused and confused, tilted her head to look at Lin Nianhe, and smiled.
None of them knew that this was his and Sister Lin's little secret.
Lin Nianhe felt that Niu Wa's dream was the only normal dream she had ever heard.
Just right, one article and one weapon.
"My name is Li Lingling. I am from the Shili Brigade. I love watching chickens lay eggs. I will raise a large group of chickens in the future and watch them lay eggs every day."
"My name is Zhao Feng. I am from the Shili Brigade. I love to trick people. When I grow up, I want to fight tigers!"
"My name is Qu Xia. I am from the Jiuli Brigade. I, I, I... I don't like to do anything. In the future, I think... I just want to cut off the way to school. From now on, when I leave home, I will go to school..."
"My name is Ge Yi. I am also from the Jiuli Brigade. I love climbing trees. When I grow up, I want to find the tallest tree. I want to climb the tallest tree."
"My name is Zhao Li. I am from the Shili Brigade. I like to watch the second uncle of the Li family work. When I grow up, I want to build a very, very, very big wooden cabinet. It is bigger than the school. I can put all the floor in it. I will work in it later. Life is no longer hot."
"My name is Sun Aijun. I live in Jiuli Brigade. I... I will raise cattle in the future. I will raise as many cattle as I can and then teach them to work on their own, so that we don't have to work!"
"..."
After class, the children ran out to play and have fun on the playground. The school, which had been quiet for more than a month, suddenly became lively.
Lin Nianhe closed the notepad with twelve immature dreams written on it, feeling a little dazed.
She remembers that in her first class in first grade, the teacher also asked them about their dreams.
What was her dream at that time?
Lin Nianhe couldn't remember.
Before the end of the world, Miss Lin had no dreams. She was past the age of talking about dreams. After the end of the world, her only dream was to live. It would be great if she could live a better life.
Before time travel, her dream was to stock up on supplies that would last eight lifetimes to prepare for the coming despair; after time travel...
Lin Nianhe discovered that she had never thought about how she would live or what she would do in the future.
She resold supplies in order to have chips to enter the game and ride the wave of change in the future.
But everything she did had nothing to do with her dream.
What does she want?
Lin Nianhe held his chin in one hand and kept spinning the pen between his fingers.
"Hezi! What are you thinking about?"
Wen Lan's voice startled Lin Nianhe.
She patted her heart and asked, "Is something wrong?"
"It's okay," Wen Lan took a little book from the bookshelf in front of the classroom, "I'm here to borrow a book."
Lin Nianhe turned around, put his chin on the back of the chair, looked at her and asked, "Sister Lan, what is your dream?"
"Dream? Going home for the New Year!" Wen Lan blurted out.
"What about next?"
"In the future? Never thought about it."
Wen Lan might have thought about it. Lin Nianhe was stunned for a moment when he saw her, but it was only for a moment. The serious issue of dreams did not bother Sister Lan for long at all.
Wen Lan turned back and looked at Lin Nianhe in confusion: "What happened? Why do you suddenly ask? What do you want to do in the future?"
Lin Nianhe blinked and then sighed: "I don't know either. I have everything I want. I have no motivation to do anything. I have no direction in life."
When she gets the payment for this batch of goods, she will become a 10,000-yuan household in 1975. Her capital accumulation is proceeding in an orderly manner, and this snowball will get bigger and bigger.
Wen Lan picked a little book, looked at Lin Nianhe with curled lips, and after a long while, made a diagnosis: "Pretentious!"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Okay, she is indeed being pretentious.
Humans, when they lack nothing, always want to make themselves uncomfortable, such as studying dreams and life.
Teacher Lin thought about it and felt that she should not embarrass herself as a person, but it would be more suitable for her to embarrass others——
"Hey, Teacher Wen, what are you doing with our little book? How can you compete with children to read it?"
Wen Lan: "...?"
The school bell saved Lin Nianhe's life.
This was Zhou Chujiang's composition class. She picked up her notepad and planned to go out for some air.
The children rushed into the classroom as the school bell buzzed, and sat upright one by one, with their little faces flushed.
Lin Nianhe waited for them to sit down before going out, but happened to bump into Zhou Chujiang.
Zhou Chujiang has become more honest recently, neither hanging around in front of her nor coming to see her. Lin Nianhe had a good time of leisure.
She wanted to continue to be so leisurely, so she nodded slightly to Zhou Chujiang, then walked around him.
Zhou Chujiang pursed his lips, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.
In fact, he has been hesitating recently, hesitating whether to ask her if she would mind having another partner...
But he really couldn't find the right opportunity to speak.
Zhou Chujiang took a deep breath, looked back at Lin Nianhe's back, and silently comforted himself in his heart——
It’s okay, there’s a long way to go!
After class, he would talk to her alone on the pretext of discussing her children's composition teaching!
(End of chapter)
