Chapter 145 Read more when you have time

In a blink of an eye, it turned out to be twenty years ago.At that time, Mr. Cha was on a study tour in "Oxford". During the Spring Festival, we worked in the office of the chairman of his "Ming Pao" and passed a doggerel to him to ask for a red envelope.Mr. Cha replied a poem, I don’t remember well, the last few lines seem to be: "Your local class monkey, work hard and fast, and the money will definitely come." In the middle of the year, Mr. Cha returned after "study". , The first thing I did was to come here to give out lyises. It was June, and we, as monkeys, received lucky money.

At the age of seventeen, I worked with Mr. Cha and Mr. Dong Qiao, and worked in different positions, including Mr. Cha's Chinese secretary. Many readers had opinions on the plot of "Jin Yong's Novels", and Mr. Cha paid attention to them, so I sorted them out for him. Look; the secretary has to write a letter, and if he can't write it well, Mr. Cha himself corrects it. This kind of writing is not a blessing for too many people. "Ming Pao" changed hands, I stopped working and idled around, and I never saw Mr. Cha again.Of course I know how to get in touch, but I’m worried about it, but I don’t want to startle people. Years ago, the Writers’ Association invited Mr. Cha to give a speech. I knew the location, so I went back to Hong Kong to shake hands with him and said: Take care.

I saw Mr. Cha on the news channel of Phoenix Satellite TV. This time it is "Cambridge". It seems that he has received an honorary doctorate. Mr. Cha is wearing a black robe decorated with red satin, and he is walking with the world's top scholars. The campus is lush and green. Yes, the picture of him strolling in the garden is so elegant and beautiful.Mr. Cha told the reporter that those black robes should be worn by those who have made great achievements. He himself is not worthy of the name. He has to work hard and do research...Mr. Unattainable, but also approachable. On August 4, 2005, the sun was shining brightly and the fire was blowing.On this day, "Cai Lan Food City" opened, and Mr. Cai was very busy. After the opening ceremony was over at four o'clock, he had to escort Mr. and Mrs. Cha to my "Stone Shop".

Thanks to Mr. Cai Lan, I can finally serve Mr. Cha a few cups of tea in the store, and I can wait on Mr. Cha for a while. After all, if it weren’t for his tolerance and shelter, I would have spent the sixteen years since I was seventeen. There will be more obstacles. "Read more when you have time." Mr. Cha instructed.I know, I have nothing to do with the world in advance, and I am yearning for Mr. Cha's artistic conception of "rereading unfinished books in the flower room". There is a small attic in the store, and the number of visitors is rare.When Mr. Cha came to see me, I went back to Hong Kong. I didn’t say anything. I sent him to the door. I still asked him to take care, and advised him: “Get some rest, I was just thinking about studying.”