Dong Qiangqiang deliberately stopped after speaking, waiting for Sun Tao's answer, but the other party just looked at him and didn't speak for a long time, so he had to continue.
"Because the university currently does not provide any domestic newspapers and magazines, our channels for understanding domestic information are very limited. We mainly rely on the Internet and calling home. However, there is currently no official special report on this matter online, and other networks The information is unpredictable. You may be wondering why I care so much about this matter. It’s because my dad was probably admitted to the hospital because of something related to this disease. I want to go back but I’m afraid I won’t be able to get out. You You definitely know more than me, so I want to ask you, what is the current situation in the country?"
Sun Tao looked at him without saying a word, as if he was deep in thought.
"What I want to ask actually not only represents me personally, but is also something that every Chinese studying in Germany is very concerned about now. Although you saw that everyone was in high spirits just now and seemed to be fine, who is not worried about their relatives in China? It's just because of the exam. , working part-time, and people like me who are afraid of not being able to get out (after returning to China).”
After Dong Qiangqiang finished speaking, Sun Tao waited for a few seconds before saying slowly: "I understand that you want to go home to see your parents, but I personally suggest that you should focus on your studies at the moment and give more time to your family when you have time. Call, read more articles from official media, and remember not to believe hearsay, let alone act rashly, do you understand?"
Dong Qiangqiang didn't expect that the other person he had been waiting for for a long time would get this reply, and he was stunned. He originally thought that the other party would give him some more pertinent and practical suggestions, but instead he received these few words that were neither painful nor itchy nor salty nor indifferent.
"I wish your father a speedy recovery." Sun Tao pursed his lips, patted his shoulder, turned and walked out.
When Dong Qiangqiang returned to the crowd from the bathroom, the activity room had unknowingly turned into a sea of joy: there were people playing chess, dancing, people with white stripes on their faces, throwing playing cards out, holding hands and singing love songs. There are karaoke players, people watching people playing mahjong on the three floors inside and outside, people hiding in corners whispering to pick up girls, and people flying around with dumplings or drinks.
When Dong Qiangqiang was hosting on the stage just now, he couldn't see how many people were under the stage because of the light on the stage and the darkness below. Now he can not only see the number of people clearly, but also who is playing with whom.
Since coming to Trier, he has never seen so many people at once, and precisely because he has never seen them before, many people are unfamiliar to him.
Of course, I also saw a few semi-familiar faces: Wang Yun, Chen Xiaofei, and Feng Chong.
He was busy all night, hosting and making dumplings. Zheng Chunhua felt sorry for him, so she arranged for others to make dumplings so that he didn't have to keep an eye on the pot.
Across the crowd, he saw Sun Tao chatting happily with a group of students in their prime. Recalling what the other party said just now, Dong Qiangqiang felt that Sun Tao seemed to be different from the person he had interacted with before. It seemed that something had changed, but he couldn't tell exactly what had changed. He suddenly felt unmotivated, physically and mentally exhausted, and had no interest in moving forward. He just wanted to eat something to fill his stomach, so he walked to a table with few people and sat down.
The classmates sitting next to him looked at him with surprise. Dong Qiangqiang didn't want to wait around, so he found some garlic and peeled it off by himself.
But before he could finish peeling a head of garlic, male and female students, both familiar and unknown, gathered around him.
Dong Qiangqiang doesn't like to socialize, but due to his status as a student union publicity committee member, he has to talk to each other. After chatting with him, he discovered that most of his classmates came to him for travel consultations, but not one of them wanted to learn how to drive. After he managed to deal with this group, a group of classmates who were not familiar with him or were completely strangers immediately joined them.
The fact that no one signed up was not particularly surprising to Dong Qiangqiang, but the way many students looked at him seemed to be full of words and hesitant to speak.
By the time Dong Qiangqiang answered the question, the good-quality dumplings on the plate on the table had long disappeared. Only the dumplings with boiled skin were left unattended and quietly piled on the plate.
Dong Qiangqiang hesitated for a moment, and saw that all the dumplings that had lost their appearance were being swept away by people. At this time, he didn't care much. He quickly picked up his chopsticks and stuffed two into his mouth, and then he had the strength to continue talking.
Several groups of people passed by for consultation, but very few signed up, and the plates in front of them were already empty. Dong Qiangqiang sighed inwardly and had to wait for the next pot.
At this time, someone came up behind him. He thought that someone was coming to consult again. He was about to turn around and ask whether the person was consulting on travel or driving lessons, but he didn't expect that the person had already sat down next to him.
The back of a head looking around caught Dong Qiangqiang's eyes.
"It turns out that you are a propaganda person for the student union. No wonder you are familiar with her." The man turned his head back, and Dong Qiangqiang saw a red face and smelled a pungent smell of wine.
Since Dong Qiangqiang handed over the forum to Feng Chong, the latter has asked him many times about the forum user reward system. Each time the problem was actually very simple, but Feng Chong didn't understand it at all, so he had no choice but to ask Dong Qiangqiang for help.
In Feng Chong's question, except for the recharge function that Dong Qiangqiang still didn't understand, Dong Qiangqiang was able to fulfill his request immediately. At the same time, he explained the principle to him in one or two sentences and taught him where to change which one next time. Document, the saying goes that it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. From this, Feng Chong fell in love with his admirer. Within a month, the relationship between the two improved by leaps and bounds. Of course, the main reason was that Feng Chong was more active. After all, he was the one asking for help.
"Who is she?" Dong Qiangqiang was confused.
"Who else could it be? Zheng Chunhua." Feng Chong chuckled, squinting his eyes and staring at Dong Qiangqiang, looking up and down.
Dong Qiangqiang felt uncomfortable staring at him, so he turned his head and continued peeling garlic.
"I'll give you a piece of advice, hiccup..." Feng Chong hiccupped while burping his right index finger from his mouth to the void in front of Dong Qiangqiang, "Stay away from Zheng Chunhua."
"Your face is red after drinking, it seems you are in a good mood today." Dong Qiangqiang was too lazy to pay attention to Feng Chongbu Siliu's suggestion, brought him a clean plate, and teased, "I thought you wouldn't come today. "
He knew that Feng Chong had always been proud and arrogant. He didn't usually interact with other Chinese students, and his social circle was mainly foreigners. It was really surprising to see Feng Chong here today. What was even more surprising was that he could drink with him. Dong Qiangqiang wanted to ask, "Is there anyone here who can drink with you?", but then he thought that this was a private matter and had nothing to do with him, so there was no need to ask more.
"Normally I wouldn't come, but something good happened today and I was in a good mood, so I came." Feng Chong didn't seem to realize that Dong Qiangqiang had changed the topic. He smiled and reached out to pick out two cloves of garlic from the small plate in front of Dong Qiangqiang. Putting it in front of him, he kept pulling a pair of chopsticks from the side and put them on his plate. He slapped the table with both hands and shouted, "Hey, dumplings are like wine. The more you drink, the better. Beautiful!"
Dong Qiangqiang teased: "It makes me happy even if you tell me any good thing."
"Hey, that's not right. Didn't you talk about Zheng Chunhua just now? Why are you talking about me again?" Feng Chong seemed to suddenly wake up and put his head next to Dong Qiangqiang's ear and whispered, "Listen to my advice. , I am also doing it for your own good."
Dong Qiangqiang was disgusted with this incomprehensible suggestion and hurriedly moved to the side: "By the way, I was just going to ask you, do you want to travel and learn to drive? Or do you want both?"
Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang did not respond, Feng Chong seemed to understand something. He curled his lips and cast his gaze at Zheng Chunhua in the distance: "You'll have to wait until now. Besides, even if I want to sign up, I have to wait until I have the money. Are you interested in that thing I mentioned to you last time?"
"You've mentioned a lot of things." Dong Qiangqiang joked.
Feng Chong withdrew his gaze and said seriously: "Teaching foreigners Chinese."
"It's probably too much." Dong Qiangqiang's eyes skipped over Feng Chong and landed on the student not far away who was walking out of the kitchen carrying freshly cooked dumplings.
Seeing that the other party was not looking at him, Feng Chong subconsciously turned around to see what Dong Qiangqiang was looking at, and happened to see the dumplings. When he turned his head again, his face had drooped, and his voice was unhappy, and he said coldly: "You know what teaching is? How much can I earn by studying Chinese?”
"Thank you for thinking of me, but there is no money here. I really don't have time. Firstly, I have to prepare for the exam, and secondly, I haven't read the books for next semester yet." Dong Qiangqiang evaded, "I didn't mean to make excuses, but There are indeed a lot of books to read in the Department of Economics. But don’t worry, although I can’t teach you, I can introduce you to a girl who teaches very well.”
Before Feng Chong had time to ask Dong Qiangqiang who he wanted to introduce to him, another person sat down on the seat to the right of Dong Qiangqiang.
Before he could turn his head, he heard a loud voice in his ear: "Dong, I found you."
(End of chapter)
