His finger carefully pressed the answer button: "Hello?"
"Qiang Qiang?" A familiar female voice came from the phone, "I'm mom."
"Mom?" Dong Qiangqiang was surprised and happy, and asked in surprise, "Are you and dad okay? Why did you... use this number?"
Dong Qiangqiang knew that his parents did not use mobile phones, and there was only a landline phone at home that could make international long distance calls. The international long distance function was specially installed because he went abroad, but now this number is not his home phone number.
"Well, we...are all fine. What about you? Is everything going well?" Mother Dong's opening remarks seemed to never change.
"Well, it's all good. I've gained a few pounds." Dong Qiangqiang knew the ancient saying that mothers worry about their children traveling thousands of miles, so he quickly said the words his mother loved to hear first.
Listening to what Dong Qiangqiang said, Mother Dong's voice really relaxed a lot: "It's good to be fat. You were too thin before. Remember to eat well when you go out, and don't always eat instant noodles. They don't have much nutrition. Give them when you are not busy studying." Cooking your own food is also a kind of refreshment..."
Dong Qiangqiang has long been accustomed to his mother's advice. He has heard these words from his mother since he started learning German. Once upon a time, all he felt about these words was nagging and impatience, but when he actually left home and came to a completely unfamiliar country, he suddenly discovered that those words that he had been disgusted with now carried the love of his parents. Bring him endless warmth.
He kept nodding in agreement just to reassure the relatives on the other end of the phone.
"Remember to pay attention to safety, pay attention to rest, pay attention to etiquette when interacting with others, and treat foreigners with neither humility nor arrogance. In addition, you are not young anymore. If there are suitable girls, you can try to date them, but it is best not to choose those foreign girls, or Choose ourselves..."
Mother Dong was still thinking about it, but she was suddenly interrupted by an old voice in a low voice: "Is Qiang Qiang studying? You should keep your story short and don't take up too much of his time." The person who spoke was Father Dong.
"I asked you to say it, but you didn't say it. When I said it, you kept bothering me. It's really annoying!" Mother Dong seemed to be angry, "Then you tell me. I won't say anything anymore."
Dong Qiangqiang heard the other end of the phone being dropped suddenly, and then the sound of walking and opening the door. He became more and more confused, and heard his father's shout coming from the phone, and then someone picked up the receiver.
"Qiang Qiang," a bass voice came from the receiver, "I am daddy."
"Oh, Dad. Everything is fine here. Don't worry about me." Dong Qiangqiang was afraid that his father would repeat it again, so he quickly spoke first.
"Well, let me ask you, you have a primary school classmate named Cui or something. He went to Germany before you." Father Dong spoke without hesitation.
"Well, I know him."
"I went to the supermarket with your mother that day, and we met him. Did you know that he has returned to China?"
"I don't know about this. I haven't contacted my former classmates since I came here. What's the reason for asking?" Dong Qiangqiang didn't know why.
"I heard what he meant. It seems that now you need a PD certificate or something to go to a German university. But why haven't I heard you say this?"
"Well, this is a new policy. It didn't exist before I went abroad. It is said that the issuing agency will only officially collect the materials in July. I am preparing now. I will send the materials back to the country for review in late June. In addition, the third one from the left of my desk There are still several notarized copies of academic qualifications and transcripts left in the fourth drawer. I will send the mailing address to your email later, and you can help me send one copy from China, so that you are double-insurance."
"Well, it's good that you know this," Dong Qiangqiang heard his father let out a long breath, "then send me the list of materials as soon as possible."
"I'll send it to you after I make the call."
Dong's father was satisfied with Dong Qiangqiang's efficiency, and then asked: "Can you go to university with that certificate?"
"I need to take the preparatory exam at the University of Hannover first. Based on the test results, I will see if I can go to the preparatory course first." Dong Qiangqiang told the truth, "Because my previous academic degree was not a bachelor's degree, I can't go to university directly."
"Well, who told you that you didn't work hard in high school and ended up in a junior college? Germans are not stupid. They can tell at a glance that you are a fake, so they let you study in preparatory courses first and then go to college." Father Dong lectured, "Reflect on your past mistakes, seize this opportunity seriously, and don't make the same mistakes again."
If he were in China, Dong Qiangqiang would definitely argue with his father, but now he no longer wants to do so. He followed his father and said, "You are right, I really need to work harder."
Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang didn't refute him, Dong's father was secretly surprised: In the past, he always said one thing that he said, but this time he didn't say a word and still followed his words. Could it be that this kid suddenly became sensible after traveling abroad?
The people on both ends of the phone fell silent. One was ready to continue listening and teaching, while the other was suddenly at a loss and didn't know what to say.
"Well, I have something to tell you," Father Dong chirped. "You have paid back all the money you borrowed from your family when you went abroad. Just concentrate on your studies."
"Have you all paid it back?" Dong Qiangqiang was stunned, "How did you pay it back? Where did the family get the money?"
"Do I still need to tell you where I earn my money? No matter how big or small," Dong's father pretended to be sullen, "I tell you, your mission is one: study hard. Remember? That's it, next. Your mother and I will call you again in a month. Also, don’t write regular letters to your family these days. The mailboxes in the community have been renovated and taken away."
Before Dong Qiangqiang could ask more questions, Father Dong on the other end of the phone had already hung up the phone without explanation.
Holding the mobile phone, Dong Qiangqiang murmured in his heart: The purpose of making this call was to tell him that his family's foreign debt was cleared, but how he cleared it was not revealed to him at all.
Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but become curious. After a few minutes, he dialed back the landline at home in Beijing. Unexpectedly, after the call was connected, a strange young woman's voice came out: "Hello?"
"Huh?" Dong Qiangqiang had never heard this voice before, and his mind couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"
"Who are you calling me to ask? Are you sick?" The young woman shouted angrily and threw Dong Qiangqiang's phone.
Dong Qiangqiang looked at the phone screen suspiciously. He was clearly dialing the landline at home. Why was a strange woman answering the phone?
He thought for a moment and dialed again.
"Hello?" It was still the woman's voice.
Dong Qiangqiang learned his lesson this time and asked carefully: "Is Mr. Dong Haitao here?"
Dong Haitao is the name of Dong Qiangqiang’s father.
"You dialed the wrong number." The woman said and hung up the phone again.
Dong Qiangqiang was a little dazed by what she said. He quickly looked at the phone number he had dialed to confirm that it was correct.
"Please wait a moment," Dong Qiangqiang shouted, "Is the address of this phone number Unit 201, Gate 3, Building 7, No. 19 Daozuomiao Street, Haidian District, Beijing?"
"I told you, you dialed the wrong number." The woman hung up the phone rudely.
When Dong Qiangqiang called again for the third time, the woman yelled directly on the phone: "I don't know the person you are looking for. If you call again, I will sue you for harassment. Do you understand human speech?"
"But this landline number belongs to my parents' house. I called a month ago." Dong Qiangqiang was afraid that the other party would hang up again, so he shouted quickly, "I don't know why I always call your home?"
The woman seemed to sense that something was wrong. She hesitated for a few seconds and softened her tone: "This landline is a new one I applied for and was just installed yesterday. If it belonged to your home before, then your home phone number should have been cancelled." . If you still have questions, just call China Telecom and ask, don’t bother me again.”
A blind tone came from the phone, and Dong Qiangqiang stood in the middle of the room confused, unable to figure out anything.
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