"The New Legend of the White Snake" began to air on CCTV 3 on February 13. Yang Dongxu left the remaining matters to Fu Decai and hurried to Hainan.
I first looked around in Haikou, and then went for a walk in Sanya. Finally, I held a meeting with Fu Dehai and Wang Qiangguo until midnight, and returned directly in the morning the next day.
There was no way, the high school entrance examination was in a few months, and although his grades were good, Zhou Yiren couldn't let him run around anymore. So he began to go to school more often, and his teachers and classmates were stunned. It is normal to go to class and surprise classmates and teachers. It is normal to miss class. There are no such weird things.
In May, the atmosphere in Yanjing became increasingly uncomfortable. Not long after May Day, hunger strikes and petitions appeared to put pressure on the government.
Zhou Yiren's face has been very ugly these days, and Yang Dongxu has lost his smile.
As the time came to the 19th, the tense atmosphere became more and more obvious, and people began to be cautious on the streets. The originally noisy city of Yanjing seemed to have become eerily quiet since mid-May.
"Do you know the matter?" Zhou Yiren, who was wearing reading glasses in the small courtyard, put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at Yang Dongxu.
"Martial law has been imposed, how can I not know?" Yes, martial law has begun in the entire Yanjing City today, which made the originally tense atmosphere tense in an instant.
"What do you think about this matter?"
"Everyone wants democracy and freedom, and we should work hard to achieve it. Unfortunately, it is not appropriate at this time." Yang Dongxu rubbed his forehead. What should come will come. The selfishness of careerists will not change because of anyone. Even if there have been warnings before, even if you know that you will not succeed, you will still fantasize about the hope that does not exist at all.
"When is the right time to put it?" Zhou Yiren's fingers slowly tapped on the table.
"The United States is so developed and advocates democracy and freedom, but there are still slums and racial discrimination. It claims to have a free press, but if some news is accidentally discovered by reporters, they are likely to be directly shot. However, our news control only gives warnings and expulsions at most. They are one of the largest countries in the world, and they cannot achieve democracy and freedom. Why should we do it?"
After martial law was imposed in Yanjing, Yang Dongxu never went out again, not even to school. Days like this lasted until everything settled in early June, and he went back to school to prepare for his high school entrance examination.
After the high school entrance examination, Yang Dongxu did not stay in Yanjing, or even in China. He first went to Hong Kong, then to Japan, and then to the Soviet Union. Dongzi helped fill in the applications for the high school entrance examination. He didn't fly back to Yanjing until the day before the admission notification time.
"Still unhappy?" Zhou Ya looked at Yang Dongxu, whose beard was starting to grow thicker, and reached out to rub his head.
"Unhappy? No, I had a lot of fun. Didn't you see that I'm tanned?" Yang Dongxu showed a heartless smile, opened his arms, picked up Zhou Ya and spun around.
"Well, he's a bit darker, but he's more handsome." Although I felt sorry for Yang Dongxu, I knew that this big boy who seemed to be laughing and joking all day long was talking about eating and waiting to die, but he had a sensitive heart for the country and the people. But she didn't know how to comfort him.
"Really, I feel the same way. Now I wake up every morning because I am so handsome." Yang Dongxu grinned, revealing teeth that looked whiter against his skin color.
"Hey." Zhou Ya glanced at Yang Dongxu.
"Sister, let's set up a foundation." Yang Dongxu held Zhou Ya's hand without letting go and said very seriously.
"Do you want to invest in funds?"
"No, it's a charity foundation. I'm going to build Hope Primary School and help some children in poor areas go to school."
"Okay, where to start building it first?" Zhou Ya nodded and agreed without any hesitation, and didn't ask if there was a Red Letter Society? Such nonsense, because she saw unprecedented seriousness in Yang Dongxu's eyes.
"I haven't thought about it yet. But you first have to figure out a general framework. When there are donations, not all donations are free, and a contract needs to be signed. Especially for the Hope Primary School building, if it is a school, then they can use it for free. But If the school is used for other purposes, we have the right to take back the right to use the school. Scientific planning must be done before building a school."
"What else can the school be used for if it's not for teaching?" Zhou Ya understands the last sentence of scientific planning, but isn't Hope Primary School built just to educate children? What else can you do?
"What else can be done? It has many uses. For example, some cadres feel that the Hope Primary School is better built than their office space, so they move into the Hope Primary School to hold offices and other things."
"No way?" Zhou Ya frowned.
Yang Dongxu smiled and said nothing. It's not that he won't, but he will definitely do it. When you see an office building in a poor county, with an office area of hundreds of square meters per capita, air conditioning and elevators, which is better than office buildings in the provincial capital, you will know that some officials are shameless and there is really no lower limit. . As for the bottom line of being a human being, haha... can that thing be eaten or can it be sold?
"How much is the initial investment?" Zhou Ya did not delve into this question. After all, it was stated in the contract that the primary school building should be used for teaching, which was not unreasonable.
"Let's invest 1 million first and wait until the situation in Hainan is over before adding more." Yang Dongxu thought for a moment and said.
One million doesn't sound like much, but don't forget when this happened. The current housing price in Yanjing is only about 2,000, and a two-bedroom (33 square meters) house can be bought for 60,000 to 70,000 yuan.
This is still the housing price in the capital Yanjing, so at this time in the lower towns, 100,000 yuan is definitely enough to build a Hope Primary School. Not to mention the quality, the space is quite large. At the same time, half of this year has passed, and with the time it takes to establish the charity fund, the remaining time to build 10 Hope Primary Schools is already a lot.
But although the idea was good, Zhou Ya brought some bad news after running for a few days. Because at this time, there seems to be no private charitable foundation, and the country has no policy in this regard. There are some private charities among the people, but they are not very formal.
"Let's set it up in Hong Kong and let rich families help. Then invest in the mainland in the name of Hong Kong businessmen. If there is a domestic charity, let us invest money in it and it will build a Hope Primary School.
Then let’s make a request. We must provide detailed expenditure details for the donations we make, and we will send someone to verify it. If they agree, we'll invest; if they don't, we'll use our status as foreign investors to do it ourselves. Yang Dongxu thought for a moment and said.
Although she didn't know why Yang Dongxu was as guarded against domestic charities as he was guarded against thieves, Zhou Ya still nodded and agreed. Although the process may be a bit complicated, it is not inoperable.
"What's the name of the foundation?" Zhou Ya asked.
"Let's moisten the rain fund. I hope it can moisten the rain and silently cultivate more flowers of the motherland, and hang it under the hurricane building."
He first participated in the military training. Yang Dongxu didn't know when the military training in high school and college was held. Anyway, he had caught up now. From August 22nd to August 29th, there will be a week of military training, then two days of rest, and school officially starts on September 1st.
The physical exertion of military training was naturally just drizzle for Yang Dongxu, so the week passed quickly.
"Brother Xu." After a long time of reviewing, Yang Dongxu, who was still wearing camouflage uniforms and came out of the playground, heard a familiar voice, followed the sound, and then ran over with a smile.
"Why are you here now? Did you become a deserter during the final review?" Yang Dongxu reached out to rub Wu Xue's hair, but the other party dodged him.
Yang Dongxu is 16 this year, and Wu Xue is also fifteen. In addition, girls develop earlier than boys, so the originally cute Wu Xue has now become a tall and graceful girl, with her long hair tied into a ponytail and swaying very lively.
"No, I'm a top student every year. How could I be a deserter? I'm not a certain person. Our school has already reviewed it." Wu Xue gave Yang Dongxu a teasing look.
Wu Xue moved twice because of her parents' work, so except for elementary school, middle school and high school, Yang Dongxu chose different schools. However, she and Aaron Kwok often hang out with Yang Dongxu on weekends, so although the three of them are not in the same school, their relationship is still not unfamiliar.
"You dare to laugh at me, look at my invincible itchy hands." Yang Dongxu made a ferocious expression and reached out to grab Wu Xue. The other party smiled and ran away. The two chased each other, attracting the attention of many people.
From elementary school to graduating from junior high school, Yang Dongxu never received a certificate for being a good student. It can be said that Yang Dongxu will always feel pain. Especially his god-grandfather Zhou Yiren. Whenever he wanted to praise his god-grandson for being smart but couldn't see any certificates of honor or awards at home, he wanted to grab him and beat him up.
The weather was too hot, so he chased Yang Dongxu twice and then stopped to prevent Wu Xue, whose face was already red, from sweating.
The two of them walked under the shade of a tree and he asked, "Where's Big Fat?"
"He is probably still being inspected on the playground of their school. I wonder if he will change into another pair of pants today." Wu Xue pursed her lips and smiled.
Big Fat has never owed his nickname to him since elementary school, and his body shape has only increased. During the military training, he wore an oversized military training uniform and it was still tight on his body. If he made a slight movement, he would make a pricking sound. I was laughed at by my classmates for a long time because of my fatness, and almost gave up on military training. Finally, I found a roadside tailor shop and made myself a military training uniform in a larger size.
"It's time for him to lose weight." Yang Dongxu was speechless when he thought of the fat figure.
Big Fat is not only fat, he is really big. Yang Dongxu is 16 years old, 1.7cm tall, and is considered tall among his classmates. But the fat guy who is the same age as him is almost 180, and is taller than him. With such a stature and a weight of 100 kilograms, when you see him, you will instantly understand what the idiom "big and round waist" actually describes.
But although Big Fatty is fat, he is not bloated. In the words of later generations, this is a flexible fat man. Although the fat all over her body flutters when she moves, she is really flexible.
"With his mouth, it's weird that he can lose weight." Wu Xue also wanted Big Fat to lose weight, but when she thought about you not letting him eat, you looked like you were killing him, and she was helpless.
