Chapter 136 Dr. Wen (5)

After receiving two hundred yuan, Dr. Wen felt happier.It has been several months since I came back to China, and this is my first victory.He didn't thank Mr. Tang at all. Mr. Tang was just his underdog; maybe he played a trick or two, and he might take over all the things Committee Jiao entrusted to Mr. Tang: the new champion must defeat the old scholar, It doesn't matter whether Mr. Tang is a scholar or not. I feel a little happier in my heart, and there is a way for everything - the reason why the hero can take it easy is because everything goes well.Dr. Wen went to the Shanghai Bank to open a live account, first deposited one hundred and fifty, and asked for a check in English, and the withdrawal of the money was based on the signature——he signed a beautiful and fancy word on the seal book, which looked like Kupo a foreigner's name.

Putting the check book in the bag, I suddenly felt a little lighter, and I naturally raised my footsteps.After wandering around the street for a while, he felt that he could never go back to the Cultural Institute, and he would never go back again. It was not a place for people to live. He found the YMCA.Well, it's the YMCA.A room in the dormitory only costs more than 20 yuan a month, and it even has food and accommodation.Besides, I can take a bath, get a haircut, and read newspapers. Although it is a bit poor, it is many times better than that in the academy.He doesn't like religion, but YMCA dorms are a business, whatever religion it is!

After paying one month's rent and meals, I immediately brought my luggage here, and I didn't even bother to look at Lao Chu; I hope that I will never see Lao Chu again, that is, if he can take over Mr. Tang's affairs in the future , the first thing is to open up the old Chu, and there is no need to be polite to such a Chinese.Don't say that there are only so few doctors in the country now, even if one day, there will be 200 million doctors out of 400 million people, and those 20 million will be Lao Chu, there is still no way!People like Old Chu will drive the doctor to death!

Dr. Wen set up the house, took out the "level flag" brought back from the United States from the bottom of the box, and nailed it to the wall; After looking at it carefully, I felt a little relieved in my heart.After eating a Western meal, taking a bath, and having a good sleep, I slept very comfortably without even having a dream. After waking up and putting on the foreign clothes, I felt a little strange.There were dozens of dollars in the bag, as if I would be sorry if I didn't spend a little.After thinking about it, he should go back to Bai Tang.From this matter to thinking about spending some money, I thought that at least I had to buy a new tie; I had to put off making clothes for a while.He stood up happily; handed over the undershirt that needed to be washed to the servant; walked downstairs vigorously and steadily.As soon as they went out, the rickshaw drivers honked their horns and rang their bells, all yelling "Pull it up!"Some pulled the car over and stopped him; some came up and grabbed him, grabbing his coat with hands like black mud strips.These Chinese people!Dr. Wen used his bony and hard hand to push it unexpectedly, almost making the driver reel.The coachman choked out.The rest laughed, a foolish kind of laugh.After laughing, almost everyone said in unison: "Pull and break!" This was a deliberate mockery.The doctor glared at them, and everyone went back to their original place, shouting scatteredly: "Two cents! Let's do it!..." His mind suddenly seemed to go blank, and he couldn't think of anything. I just want to catch a few if I'm so hot, kill them!It's so annoying!At this moment, two more people came out of the door, dressed in ordinary clothes, with toothpicks in their mouths, and they had just eaten in the cafeteria.One or two coachmen were about to go forward to meet them, but other coachmen stopped them: "There is a car! There is a car!" Sure enough, the car outside honked its horn.Dr. Wen came out almost shoulder to shoulder with the two of them. He got into the car slowly and leaned on the back of the car with a toothpick in his mouth.Dr. Wen nodded in the dirt rolled up by the car. A man should take a car; in China, if you don’t take a car, even the cart puller will bully others!The Chinese are genuinely bullying and fearing the hard, and they are stunned by cars, that's right!The doctor's hand moved involuntarily, as if turning the wheel and rolling it forward.

Forget it, don't buy a tie.Walking on the ground all day, without a car, what's the point of wearing a new tie?The two people in the car just now didn't dress up very well, after all...the tie...huh! Mr. Tang lives in an alley in Nanguan.Hutongs are small, but complex.There are also gates and small gates; there are small sheds selling water and small shops selling groceries; a specific and small street brings out the characteristics of the alleys in Jinan.The door of the Tang residence is large, but not formidable, because Jinan does not have a decent gate like the residence in Peking.Dr. Wen called for a long time, and a young man came out of the door. He was very tall and slack; his face was fleshy and not solid; he was wearing glasses and frowning; he looked serious about something. Thinking a lot, and being sloppy about everything else.He took Dr. Wen's business card and looked at it: "Ah, ah." When it was over, he looked up at the sky, as if he remembered that certain thing again, and forgot about the guest in front of him.Hearing Dr. Wen ask: "Mr. Tang is at home?" He suddenly smiled, very affectionately: "At home." After speaking, he did not move again.As if it was the beginning of autumn, the cloudy or sunny face on his face changed from moment to moment.

Dr. Wen was struggling to figure out a solution, when Mr. Tang turned around from behind the screen wall and cupped his hands as soon as he appeared: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be! Please! Please! This is," he pointed at the young man, "the second child, Jianhua. Jianhua looked at the sky and nodded. The houses in the courtyard are tall and big, but they are inconspicuous.The doors and windows are one nose and two eyes, and the light in the house is not enough.The furnishings in the living room are very complicated, all kinds of tables and chairs, all kinds of decorations are mixed together, hard green and hard red are inconsistent.From these things, we can see the changes of the third and fourth generations of the Tang Mansion: the one or two pieces of red and oily bamboo represent the culture of the south, and those new and old wooden ware represent the spirit of the north: the Tang mansion was originally moved from the south. It has been sixty or seventy years now.From this, we can also see the level of education of the people in the Tangzhai. New and old things are mixed together, the old is not willing to throw away, and the new is gradually accommodated.This spirit of harmony seems to show a little weakness of the nation: neither can tenacious self-esteem, hold on to some old things and refuse to let go, but also refuse to completely accept new ones, sweeping away all old things .

The calligraphy and paintings on the wall and the books on the bookshelves also have a characteristic: they are not masterpieces of famous people, but they are not the most clumsy works either.Those painters and writers are all small famous people, the eunuchs are in the magistrate's place, and they are quite famous and have careers as soon as they are explained by the people of the Tang family, but they are not widely known.Among the couplets and the central hall, there are one or two photos and a small oil painting; the photos are not well-photographed, and the painting is not strong, showing all the painstaking efforts that should be made, and a little superficial and elegant.

Glancing at the things in the room, Dr. Wen felt that his breathing was a bit difficult, like the sea, the air was particularly heavy.New and old furnishings, tables and chairs, works of art, all have no effect on him, and he doesn't understand them at all.He only learned one method of judging in the United States: as long as it is applicable.His ideal living room is bright and simple, where he sits on a large and soft sofa, steps on a gorgeous and thick carpet, plays a gramophone, and watches photos of famous movie stars.He didn't know these things of the Tang family, and he didn't want to criticize them, he just felt out of breath.The chairs are very stiff, maybe fine wood, but definitely uncomfortable.When the tea is poured, it smells very fragrant, but it is by no means as thick and heavy as black milk tea.Dr. Wen knew that he would never please himself here, because everything was contrary to American standards: if he followed the tone of the Tang family, he would definitely fail them; if he followed American standards, he would blame the them.After sitting with his legs straight for a while, he decided that instead of following what they said, it would be better to sail against the current; this way at least he could show that he was not empty in his heart, making them unheard of.

Mr. Tang only chatted about the weather and Jinan, and he didn't want to talk about anything in depth; he knew a lot about the old and the new, but he refused to express his opinion, for fear of offending others.Jianhua has just graduated from university and hasn't found a job yet, but he feels that he is great.His knowledge is the same as those pictures on the wall. Although he is not very good, he is willing to hang it.Hearing his father chatting with Dr. Wen, he thought of a question: "What do you think of Zhang Molin, sir?" His face was very serious, thinking that Zhang Molin's problem must be a concern of everyone, because he himself is studying him.

Dr. Wen frowned, and it was also very serious. He didn't know whether Zhang Molin was a poet, a painter, or a bank manager.He decided not to be questioned, and counterattacked: "Which Zhang Molin?" Mr. Tang quickly picked it up: "A poet from Huangxian County, Shandong Province, his knowledge is not bad. Er Xiaoer is working on his chronicle. I will ask for advice in the future." "That's great!" Dr. Wen said that he would definitely be able to teach Tang Jianhua. "His works are hard to find. I haven't seen two or three of them!" Tang Jianhua looked at the ceiling, feeling very sad because he hadn't found these two or three books. "Mr. read his works and said in words, how about it?"

"You need to find the book slowly!" Dr. Wen was already pushed to the corner, but wanted to dodge. "At the beginning, I was looking for a history in the United States. I found New York from Chicago, and then found Washington from New York. Only half of it was found. It was very difficult!" "Ah!" Jianhua took off his glasses, wiped them with a handkerchief, and refused to pay attention to Dr. Wen's words.Even if the doctor talked about Zhang Molin again, he didn't have the heart to listen.For Zhang Molin's research, just like for other things, his enthusiasm was originally very small; but in this short moment, he put this matter on his brow and thought about it. Mr. Tang was afraid that Dr. Wen would see Jianhua's impoliteness, so he hurriedly asked a few things about the United States.Dr. Wen played it lavishly for a while, and even told things he didn't know. Anyway, the Tang family had never been to the United States, so what he said was what he said. After Dr. Wen finished speaking for a while, he was about to leave when Jianhua's younger brother Shuhua left school.He was studying in middle school. He was not small, and he also wore glasses. He looked similar to his brother, except that the flesh on his face was more solid.He also loves literature, but it is close to new literature.After being introduced by his father, he sat down and rubbed his big hands back and forth on his knees.Scratching, he remembered one thing: "Mr. How was the bell?" He was used to adding "儿" at the end of the names of new literary and art writers, as if they were very intimate. "Which hour bell?" Dr. Wen really wanted to stand up and leave, and it was impossible to deal with such a question. "Kids love to read novels," Mr. Tang came to rescue again, "Dr. Wen has been abroad for many years, how could he notice these young writers who are rising up." "Never mind," said Dr. Wen, straightening his neck, "I have done considerable research on new literature; however, there are no good works, no!" Shuhua wiped his hands faster on his knees, and his face was a little red; when he was about to refute, he was glared at by the old man, and he didn't say anything unhappy. Dr. Wen felt that he had bluffed the two back, and it was time to leave, although there were many things he wanted to ask Mr. Tang.Just as she was about to stand up, another person came in. Mr. Tang hurriedly introduced: "Little girl Zhenhua, Dr. Wen." Zhenhua is younger than Jianhua, bigger than Shuhua, not as tall as her brother, but she also wears glasses.His appearance is ordinary, his attitude is very serene, and his feet are very beautiful. With such an increase in troops, Dr. Wen was a little flustered, but since the visitor was a woman, he couldn't be more polite.Mr. Tang first gave his daughter a hint this time: "Dr. Wen came back from the United States and is very knowledgeable." "Doesn't the third child want to learn English?" She looked at Shuhua seriously. Shuhua is interested in literature and would like to learn more English outside of class in order to translate Shakespeare.However, Dr. Wen's contempt for new literature made him seem to prefer to sacrifice Shakespeare rather than consult with Dr. Wen. Dr. Wen didn't want to teach English in vain at all, but since it was a lady's request, according to the American method, she had to volunteer: "That's very good!" "If Dr. Wen is willing to give up," Mr. Tang saw something. It's cheap, he doesn't pay much attention to English, but there are American students who are willing to teach his children for free, so it's inconvenient to miss the opportunity, "You three should all learn! Well, Dr. Wen, let's have a casual meal here, and formally pay respect to the teacher another day !" Dr. Wen felt that he had fallen into the circle.