Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

Wash the hairtail, coat it with flour, gently put it into the pot, and roll it continuously in the oil.

The water in the large aluminum pot boiled, and Chang Zhengyang began to put dumplings into it.

It's a pity that the little ones had no interest in looking at this side. They all gathered around He Yuzhu, inhaling the aroma emanating from the oil pan, and staring at the golden hairtail slices on the plate beside them, their saliva flowing!

Humph, you want to eat, right?

Until the dumplings are out of the pot, none of you can eat hairtail!

Chang Zhengyang showed a proud smile. Although his buddy didn’t fry the hairtail fish, the decision of when to eat it is in my hands!

"Yeah, delicious!"

Well, he couldn't do anything about this person. Chang Zhengyang looked at Ms. Guo, who had committed embezzlement, with grief and indignation.

Soon, several children held a piece of hairtail slice in their hands.

Of course, it’s only one piece per person. If they are full, what about the dumplings?

Laughter and joyful chatter echoed in the yard, and the falling snow in the sky seemed to be infected and slowed down.

After the winter solstice, time quietly came to the year 59, the tenth year since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

There was no New Year's Eve these days, and the last night of 58 was also very peaceful.

Chang Zhengyang stood alone on a hilltop of Yulong Mountain, gazing into the distance. He seemed to see the brightly lit international metropolis fifty years later.

In a trance, time and space seemed to be intertwined. He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab something, but grabbed nothing.

"This is not a dream!"

Chang Zhengyang opened his arms and jumped down. With the help of the howling north wind, he was like a big bird. He only stopped on the cliffs a few times on the way and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"Great, so great. I have been practicing hard for so long, isn't this what I am pursuing? Haha, the road is long and far, the dream is cold and clear, the snow is quiet and peaceful, it's funny that I am walking alone, looking for the stars in the sky, with my beautiful dreams as my companion, I am not afraid of being lonely, looking at the world's love with a cold eye, walking alone through thousands of mountains and rivers to find my way to heaven, so that I can realize my ambitions, pick the stars in the sky, the young man in the rugged land looks up and laughs at the depths of the blue sky, I want to swear to embrace the beauty, pick the twinkling stars, the young man in the secular world sings a song and dedicates his voice to the green mountains..."

The singing voice drifted with the mountain breeze, and the figure of the handsome young man in the secular world gradually disappeared in the wind and snow.

After New Year's Day, in accordance with the spirit of the meeting proposed by the superiors in order to welcome the 10th anniversary of the National Day and pay tribute to the motherland, the whole country entered into a bustling mass production activity. Yanjing, as the capital, performed particularly well. Red flags fluttered in the cold wind. Every factory workshop was running day and night, the machines were running non-stop, and the staff worked in three shifts, just to do their part.

Guo Huiying has been very busy these days, often leaving early and returning late. Their art academy is preparing a National Day tribute, brainstorming, and requiring every teacher to submit his or her own work.

Chang Baichuan was also very busy. The Forbidden City needed to be renovated, and as a consultant, he had to be on site to guide the workers in the construction, and sometimes he had to do it himself.

Chang Zhengyang was also not idle. He was busy with his graduation thesis. In order to get it passed in one go, he did not dare to be careless and repeatedly pondered over the content.

It is now mid-January and there is only one week left before winter vacation.

At Yenching Medical College, Ma Xiangguo finished reading the last page of paper in his hand. When he wanted to look up, he found that his neck was extremely sore from not moving the small parts of his neck.

Seeing this, Chang Zhengyang hurriedly walked behind him and helped him loosen up his muscles.

"Yeah, much better, Zhengyang, you gave me such a big surprise!"

Ma Xiangguo pressed his brows. Although the experimental process of Chang Zhengyang's graduation thesis had not yet been repeatedly verified, the data in the thesis was detailed, and the arguments and evidence were very solid. From his professional perspective, he could not find any loopholes at all.

He found that he had underestimated the talent of his student.

"Our biological development is far behind the level of foreign countries at the same time. So far, we have been studying other people's achievements, but have never made any significant achievements. If the experimental process of your paper can be repeated and verified, China will soon have its own place in the world of biology! Good, very good!"

"Thank you for the compliment, teacher. I have achieved all these results with your care."

Ma Xiangguo pointed his finger at Chang Zhengyang and said, "You are good in everything except that you are too modest. You don't have the vigor of a young person at all. Okay, go back and prepare for graduation. Also, have you decided what major to choose next?"

Chang Zhengyang smiled innocently: "I have already chosen, it is pharmacy."

Ma Xiangguo nodded when he heard this and tapped the table lightly.

"That old man Zheng Weimin got a good deal."

There was a lot of sourness in the words, but Chang Zhengyang remained silent, as if he didn't hear anything.

Zheng Weimin is the dean of the Department of Pharmacy and also a member of the academician.

Because Chang Zhengyang proposed to change his major after graduation last year, it triggered a scramble among the professors in the college. At that time, in order to compete for Chang Zhengyang, the professors almost broke out in a fight in the dean's office.

Finally, the dean couldn't stand it anymore, slammed the table and yelled: From now on, no matter which major Chang Zhengyang chooses, his mentor will be the dean of the department.

This calmed the professors down, and that's why Ma Xiangguo's tone was so sour.

Thinking back, he became Chang Zhengyang's mentor after drawing lots. How could Zheng Weimin get such a talented student for nothing without doing anything?

Why!

Originally, Chang Zhengyang only had him as a mentor, but now he wants to share it with others. The key is that the guy who shared it with him did nothing and just got a great bargain.

"Teacher, I'll leave first."

Seeing that Ma Xiangguo's expression kept changing and he was gritting his teeth from time to time, Chang Zhengyang quickly ran away.

Ma Xiangguo was the only one left in the office. After a while, a sigh was heard in the room.

Ma Xiangguo picked up the phone on the table: "This is Ma Xiangguo, Lao Zheng, you old boy have to treat us tonight, no, you have to treat us for a month's class."

The day before the holiday, Chang Zhengyang graduated in a low-key manner in the dean's office, in front of the camera of the college publicity officer, standing among several leaders.

"So, my son graduated in his first semester?"

At No. 93 Nanluoguxiang, Ms. Guo turned the red-covered graduation certificate in her hand over and over again, feeling as if she were dreaming.

But in the photo on the graduation certificate, the young man smiling like a fool, isn’t he her son!

The whole family surrounded Chang Zhengyang and marveled at him, making Chang Zhengyang feel uncomfortable.

What’s going on? We see each other every day, but today you suddenly don’t recognize each other?

"Brother, you are so awesome!"

Chang Zhengyang raised his chin and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Keep a low profile, keep a low profile!"