"Hi, Wang, is that you?"
She has a pure American accent, a big nose, long permed hair, and the most important thing is her great figure. Several eyes fell on Wang Yang as she moved.
"LUCY?"
Hearing the call from behind, Wang Yang turned around and greeted with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be here tonight."
"I came here after taking photos in Badaling in the afternoon. How are you doing lately?"
"Thanks for your concern, I'm fine."
The two communicated quietly in English. After the greetings, Wang Yang remembered that Lin Yue was beside him, and quickly introduced the two of them: "This is my classmate, Lin Yue, LUCY, an intern reporter at the Los Angeles Times."
"Hi, nice to meet you, beautiful Miss LUCY." Lin Yue greeted her cordially.
The American lady standing opposite was stunned. She had been in China for almost half a year, and she had never seen anyone with such standard spoken English among her local peers.
"Hi~" She smiled and waved, turned to look at Wang Yang and said, "Your classmate's pronunciation is really good. I'm curious if he has stayed in the United States before."
"Believe me, he didn't. His hometown is Datong, Shanxi. His family is farming. Do you know what farming is? Farmers."
"Oh, this is incredible, you must be lying to me."
"How could I lie to you? This is the truth."
Lin Yue ignored the two people who discussed his background, picked up the hexagonal cup on the bar, saluted the blond girl who came with LUCY, and took a sip from it.
LUCY noticed the way he was drinking whiskey, and the surprise on her face became even stronger. Even to death, she wouldn't believe that this classmate Lin was from the countryside.
Soon, LUCY's colleague came over and leaned against the bar, looking at Lin Yue: "Won't you buy me a drink?"
"no problem."
He picked up Wang Yang's cup and handed it over to the astonished eyes of his good friends: "Cheers to Winston Churchill."
"cheers."
The two people clinked their cups, and their expressions of affection made Wang Yang feel like he was watching a Hollywood movie.
LUCY said: "I bet he is definitely not a farmer."
Wang Yang did not refute, because Lin Yue was indeed not a farmer, he was a college student at Yenching University, and he also began to doubt, not about Lin Yue's background, but about his life. That blond girl was obviously older than LUCY and very sexy. Lin Yue was wearing a navy shirt and military green trousers. How could he manage to defeat a mature American female reporter with just this outfit? This is no longer thought-provoking, but sensational.
Which of the words coming out of this guy's mouth are true and which are false?
"real?"
"Of course, you have the American dream and we have a moderate culture. I can help you analyze hot current events in words that are closer to the Chinese way of thinking. But in exchange, you have to do one thing for me."
When Wang Yang was once again aroused by his actions, Lin Yue approached the female reporter named Jenny and whispered a few words.
Jenny thought for a while and said, “No problem.”
Lin Yue raised his glass: "Deal."
Jenny raised her glass: “Deal.”
After drinking a glass of wine, Lin Yue put the glass with only ice cubes back on the bar and stretched out a hand: "Can I ask you to dance? Miss Jenny."
"sure."
She put her hand on her and they walked to the dance floor together, which inevitably caused a small commotion in the crowd.
…
"Lin, I'm curious. Wang said you were once a farmer. I don't think he knows you well enough. The things you do are more like an overseas Chinese who has lived in the United States for many years."
"Are you telling me that I'm good at picking up girls?"
LUCY didn't expect him to be so direct. She looked at Jenny's back as she walked to the bathroom and said, "Yes."
"There is a term in China called 'immortal'. Read it with me, 'immortal'."
"immortal?"
"Yes, it is like the God or angel that you Westerners believe in, and I am that 'god'."
LUCY hesitated for a long time before reacting: "Are you kidding? This is impossible."
"If you don't believe me, if you don't believe me, you can observe carefully for a while, and you will find that I have not lied to you." After saying this, he winked at the foreign girl, walked towards Wang Yang, who was so drunk that his steps were sluggish, and supported him. His arms turned away from the ballroom.
LUCY lowered her head and stared at the remaining amber color in the cup, her eyes flickering, not knowing what she was thinking.
…
"LUCY said you are a liar, and I think so too."
Wang Yang tried to keep walking in a straight line while wagging his fingers and said drunkenly.
Lin Yue said: "Why do you say this?"
"Just talk about how you drink whiskey." Wang Yang tried hard to imitate his behavior, but when it was put on a person who was 70% drunk, it looked funny: "That's it, why have you never drank foreign wine? You are a liar." Woolen cloth?"
Lin Yue said: "I heard that you have watched a hundred Hollywood movies and you know all the American kissing methods?"
Wang Yang didn't understand why he brought this issue up. Although the real situation was that he was bragging, he couldn't admit it and had to keep it straight: "That's right."
Lin Yue said: "That's right. Since you know all the kissing styles of Americans, then I can perfectly imitate the expressions of Westerners when drinking. What's the fuss about?"
Wang Yang stopped and looked at him with confusion.
"The son of the projectionist in our county is at the same table as me, so I never lack movies to watch." He winked: "Including those for internal reference only."
Wang Yangming knew that he was lying again, but he couldn't come up with a sufficient reason to refute it. He felt like vomiting blood as he held his breath in his chest.
"Hey, what's for internal reference only? Can you stop saying half-talk?"
…
At the turn of spring and summer of the next year.
"Abnormal, abnormal, normal, normal, ordinary."
"abolish, to abolish."
"abrupt, sudden, abrupt."
"Absurd, absurd."
"..."
Cheng Dongqing sat in front of the desk by the window, holding a pencil and copying words in the dictionary in a notebook, while repeating them in his almost tortured accent.
Hai Guofu, who was tired of reading on the bunk opposite, sat up and stroked Teresa Teng's cheek on the poster, which made him extremely irritable.
"Become Holly!"
"Why."
"Can you shut up?"
"Why?"
“Didn’t anyone tell you that your accent when pronouncing English words is worse than that of a constipated eunuch?”
Cheng Dongqing shook his head and said with a smile: "Meng Xiaojun and the others said that I have Japanese pronunciation."
Hai Guofu wished he could pick up the wheat bran pillow behind him and smash it into holly. He couldn't take care of himself. He had never seen such a simple and naive person like him.
"Anyway, shut up."
"oh."
Cheng Dongqing turned around and continued to copy the words, but did not shut up, but lowered his voice because Meng Xiaojun told him that if he wanted to change his accent, he had to listen more and practice more. If he did not dare to open his mouth because he was afraid of being laughed at, he would never be able to speak. progress.
Hai Guofu looked at this bumpkin who chose to use a pencil and eraser instead of a pen and ink in order to save money on exercise books. He really wanted to slap him to death.
"Hey, hey, what a rare thing."
"Come and see."
"Why did you push me?"
"Lin Yue, what is this?"
"..."
At this time, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps in the corridor.
Hai Guofu listened carefully and found that the movement was getting closer. He quickly picked up his pants and got out of the bed.
He had just unhooked the shoes that had been stuffed under the bed when the door opened and a cool breeze flowed into the dormitory, blowing up the cigarette ashes from Jirigele's bullets on the bedside.
Cheng Dongqing turned sideways and looked at Lin Yue who walked in from outside, his mouth wide open enough to stuff a duck egg.
Hai Guofu was also a little confused, not because of Lin Yue, but because of the TV in his arms.
"Get out of the way." Lin Yue pushed Cheng Dongqing aside and put the TV in his arms on the desk.
"Where...does this come from?"
Of course the bumpkin knew what this thing was called, but what he couldn't figure out was where Lin Yue got it.
In 1980, a 12-inch black-and-white TV set like this cost several hundred yuan. Ordinary workers might not be able to afford it even if they scrimped for a year. This guy was lucky enough to move directly into his dormitory.
Hai Guofu's eyes were not attracted by the TV set. He also bought one at home. He was focused on another thing.
