Chapter 134 Dr. Wen (3)

"Drink a pot of water?" Old Chu had nothing to say, and remembered this only polite sentence.Dr. Wen Wen was speechless, he picked up the big porcelain pot and walked out. Dr. Wen sat at the table, staring blankly at the big and useless copper ink cartridge.A sadness came from my heart to my eyes, but I was embarrassed to cry.Standing up suddenly, opening the doors and windows, he exhaled.Looking at himself, at the house, and at the courtyard, he sneered in a low voice.Following an ink mark on the wallpaper, he thought of a small desert island in the sea. There were no trees, no birds or beasts, just a pile of stubborn rocks isolated in the sea.He himself was now a desert island.I sailed from the United States four or five months ago, what kind of heart and hope I have, now... degrees, knowledge, youth, volunteers, hum, it turns out that this society is so cruel, just like the ruthless ocean, which will eventually turn the little ones There is no trace of the island!

But what's the use of resentment!He patted his chest, dry!Now that Commissioner Jiao has been caught, we will continue to work. How do you know that this is not Commissioner Jiao deliberately testing him?A great man is born out of struggle!A Ph.D. should enjoy ready-made glory and wealth, but who taught himself that this Ph.D. came to such a society? Flowers are planted on the dunghill; ! He took out his pocket diary and wrote a few items with a pen, one, the Committee of Electric Coke; two, the interview with Mr. Tang; three, fundraising.After finishing writing, he nodded his head with both irony and laughter.Yes, Commissioner Jiao sent us here, so we came; not only did we come, but we also sent him a telegram: "Topian arrives in Ji, resides in the cultural society, and you can hear about his work at any time. Wen Zhiqiang knocks." Beautiful!

It probably won't be of much use to interview Mr. Tang, but if you try, you may get some news. At least Mr. Tang must be familiar with the situation in Jinan.I don't hope to find anything in this field, but it's just a handy thing. It's better to get some useful knowledge, and it's nothing to go for a waste of time; What is the way, in this society! The third item is the most embarrassing.I don't have much money left.Even if it's not embarrassing to call home to ask for it, it's not urgent.My job is to associate with wealthy people in the name of Commissioner Jiao, so I probably can't go there in a rickshaw, right?You have to rent a car; of course, the cars in Jinan are not as convenient and reasonable as those in Shanghai.Even if a car isn't necessary, a treat is always a must.If it's just a meal, it's easy to handle. If you are a rich man, you might even have a drink and call a note. There is no limit!Low-level, nonsense, these things; but society is such a society, who can reform it alone?Let’s not ask whether it’s reasonable or not. If it’s coming, let’s settle down and say what you do.Where is the money?There is no place to borrow money; even if you find out that there are acquaintances here, you can't borrow money as soon as you meet.

Thinking of this, he really wants to go back to Peiping or Shanghai, teach for a few hours, and work as a clerk in a foreign company.This is a completely empty gun, nothing to stick, probably even the gun will have to be lost!However, if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger cub; you are a hero if you put it to death and then come back to life! There is no way to decide, he really wants to take a lesson, or meet each other, but he can't make up his mind.It's ridiculous that an American doctor goes to fortune-telling; but it seems that only in this way can everything be decided.Life is not on the right track, and those with a doctorate cannot get a suitable job and remuneration smoothly, so it is omnipotent to decide to get a Ph.D.; only a blind society has a superstitious doctor. snort!

Old Chu fetched a pot of boiling water, did not wipe or rinse the bowl, poured a full cup for Wen Bowen, pinched the rim of the cup with two extremely black fingers, and placed it in front of the doctor. tea sticks. "Old Chu," Dr. Wen didn't dare to look at the glass of boiling water again, and took out a luggage ticket from his bag: "Go to the station to pick up your luggage, will you?" "It's hard to say!" "Okay!" Dr. Wen stood up abruptly. "Would you clean these two rooms? Can you say that?" "No broom and dustpan!"

"Hey!" Dr. Wen jumped out as if he had been stung by some poisonous insect suddenly.When he ran to the door, he stopped abruptly, as if he was playing basketball in a gymnasium: "Old Chu! Old Chu! Where does Mr. Tang live?" Old Chu was not in a hurry, and walked out listlessly. : "What? Ah, Mr. Tang, I'll take you there. I know that place; the place name, I can't tell! Isn't it Mr. Tang who gave the money? Yes, I can't tell the name of the place!" Dr. Wen didn't say a word, and he kept saying this in his mind as he walked: This is you Chinese!This is you Chinese!Like a child who is just learning opera, he recited a line of opera over and over again.Not far away, he saw some water, but he didn't know it was Daming Lake; the water blocked his way, so he walked south; let's bump into it anyway, and don't want to ask the Chinese people about the place, the Chinese!Besides, in places as big as New York and Chicago in the United States, I have never been lost, let alone this small Jinan, I don’t ask.Sure enough, not too long ago, he found Yuanxi Avenue.There are no high-rise buildings on the street, no large shops like Xianshi Company, no clear and eye-catching billboards and goods, and there is no order.Cars are crowded by cars, people are crowded by people, all kinds of wheels, all kinds of shoes are crowded in the narrow street, like some irregular troops setting up their camps, even the sound has no regular rhythm. .Those old-fashioned shops stood blankly on both sides of the road, as if they were designed to absorb the dust on the street, and they had no effect.This chaotic and dull scene made people irritable, disappointed, and confused. Dr. Wen didn't have the heart to look at anything, but squeezed through the gap between vehicles, horses and pedestrians as if fleeing. The wooden wheels of the small car creaked, Teach him a headache.Just looking at Simon, he felt sick.

When he came to the bridge on Ximen Street, looking at the clear and shallow river, his heart became a little quieter.The river is not too narrow, and the cool water flows to the north vigorously, washing the extremely thick and extremely green algae like bunches of green belts. white water splashes.It was so crowded and dirty in all directions, and the clear water flowed in the middle. The air on the bridge suddenly made people feel much cooler, and my heart suddenly calmed down. Like a noisy dream, Dr. Wen suddenly saw a light, and Dr. Wen was reluctant to leave.Standing by the bridge for a while, he felt a vague sadness, a calm injustice.He thought that this water should not flow in this environment, just like he should not stand on this broken bridge.After standing for a while, because he guessed the source of the river water, he thought of Baotu Spring.Yes, this may be from the Baotu Spring; I also remembered that the piece of water I saw when I came out of the meeting just now may be the Daming Lake.He had heard people mention these two places of interest.I didn't bother to look at the lake just now, let's take a look at this famous spring first.

Three detours and two detours, he detoured to Baotu Spring, China can be said to have a vast land and abundant resources, and the spring water is so good!He stood on the fountain and praised like this.The three big springs, as thick as a sea bowl, kept turning upwards without stopping, so excited that half of the clear water in the pool was rippling and fluctuating, and the algae fluctuated up and down, scattered and scattered into a pool of green shadows.There are so many small springs beside the pool, silently spewing out strings of small beads, which are white and straight, straight up to the water surface; Some walked halfway, lingered for a while, and waited for another string of smaller water droplets to come up together, one big and one thin, one first and one behind, all sent the water droplets to the surface of the water, scattered into countless small bubbles , quietly, euphemistically, dissipated.Hearing Daquan's spewing and shaking, and watching Koizumi's delivery, Dr. Wen temporarily forgot everything, as if he didn't know where he was.Suddenly he smelled a smell of scallions, and when he turned around, several big country men stood behind him, with their mouths open, looking at the spring water.Just as Dr. Wen forgot everything, he immediately remembered his great troubles.Chinese, all you Chinese!How rich and good China is; look at this spring, which has never been seen in the United States; look at these people, how stupid and stinky; China is corrupted by the Chinese!He was reluctant to part with this piece of water, but he could no longer stand and watch with this group of people.He wished he could open them all up with a stick so he could enjoy them for a while.

Leaving the poolside, he simply didn't want to look at anything.Those cheap oriental toys, porcelain, cloth, and aprons; those little feet, smelly women in blue cloth jackets soaked in sweat, those yellow-toothed men who smelled onions with their mouths open, those dicks with loud left voices Singers, those blushing and shouting peddlers!He wants to step out and never come back again, this is not a famous place, it is shameful! Walking past Lu Zu Hall, a very clean and elegant Taoist priest sat on a hexagram table under a big tree. Although the Taoist robe was old, the blue satin Taoist crown was very new, and it still shone slightly under the shade of the tree.Dr. Wen didn't want to pay attention to this Taoist priest, but after spending a long time among these dirty people, he suddenly saw such a clean person and such a beautiful hat, which seemed to be a very new and rare thing. Can't help but look at the Taoist priest more.The Taoist smiled slightly at him.Dr. Wen thought of fortune-telling.But I'm sorry to go over, I know that if he stands in front of the hexagram table, he will be immediately surrounded by those green onion citizens.He really wanted to divination, this Taoist priest is cute, superstitious or not, probably divination is quite effective.He lowered his head, decided not to be superstitious, and planned to walk past the hexagram table as if he had nothing to do.Seeing the blue cloth table skirt hanging on the hexagram table, his heart beat faster. From the battle between superstition and non-superstition, he felt that this stinky society does not give people the slightest freedom, and he wanted to take a lesson—it was just a joke. Just for fun—and surrounded by people.Just thinking about this, he heard: "This gentleman—" The voice was very clear and pleasant, but he didn't dare to raise his head, it must be a Taoist priest calling him. "Marriage is moving, and planning is successful. Please come to talk again when it is fulfilled!" After hearing this, he felt a little sorry for the Taoist priest, but he accelerated under his feet.

After walking out of Baotu Spring, he felt a little happier, and almost felt that the Chinese people were not completely disgusted, and that Taoist priest was very cute.Taoist words are even cuter.Even if it is a business outlet in the world, anyway, since he is in this line of work, of course he has some experience and is always somewhat reliable.Many old things in China are in line with scientific principles, but there is no whole set of books that start with science and end with science.Besides, all he needed were these two sentences-marriage is moving, planning is successful-and he got it for nothing without any extravagance, okay, this Taoist priest!These two sentences are a kind of encouragement and stimulation, even if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter, Dr. Wen needs some encouragement; besides, the Taoist's words may still be effective!

He sent two telegrams: to report to Commissioner Jiao, and to ask the family for money. I went to the station to pick up my luggage and took it back to the clubhouse. It was almost six o'clock.Eating is another problem.Old Chu doesn't know how to cook, he only buys some pot cakes, green onions, and pickles on the street every day, and doesn't start a stove.Dr. Wen put the luggage on the floor, didn't have the time to open it, and couldn't muster up the energy to go out to eat again, and sat on the chair blankly. "Master," Lao Chu called outside the door, "buy a foreign lamp?" The doctor didn't answer.