Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Back in the cabin, Xu Yinliang washed his face carelessly and fell asleep.Throughout the day, his mouth was seldom closed, either talking about world affairs with male classmates, or flirting with female students, which really exhausted him.Soon, there were high and low snoring sounds from the lower bunk.

Song Yaze lay down and closed his eyes, but he felt something hard pressed under the gold silk pillow. When he passed through at noon, he felt dizzy and dizzy, but he didn't feel it.He raised his hand and found a thick diary.

Light up the lamp, the book is made of Daolin paper, about the thickness of two fingers.On the cover of the hard copy is a quill pen drawn in beautiful but unintelligible cursive English.This kind of book is not affordable for ordinary people, and only educated people with spare money will buy it.

Song Yaze opened the diary, and what caught his eyes was Peng Muzhi's elegant and majestic font.He was shocked all over, exclaiming that words can be written so contagiously.Carefully approaching the light, under the slightly yellowish light, the paper exudes a thick taste of fleeting years:

[Sixth day of September

Yesterday, I met my long-lost brother Yugui and gave me a copy of "Historical Materialism".I lit the lamp to read at night, and I didn't realize that it was dawn, and I was sweating profusely.From Yanhuang to Qingzu, there is no theory that puts the people at the forefront of history!Although Mencius mentioned that "the people are more important than the emperor", there is no reliable argument to prove it.Today, the textual research Marx listed is convincing, and it is indeed a bright road for human history...]

【September [-]st

Now I have remitted my tuition fees to the University of Wisconsin, and I will probably study for four years to get a Bachelor of Philosophy.I heard that my elder sister said that Yinliang would also go with me, and that she would study in the Department of Literature.The current situation is turbulent and turbulent. Although my father is a former Qing Juren, he is still frustrated in his official career, let alone me, a junior without a title?The only way to settle down is to go abroad and get a diploma. 】

[September [-]th

I am reading the English version of "Das Kapital", but I haven't seen the Chinese translation yet, so I am deeply touched.Today, my colleague Yinliang went to his factory to ask for a cup of tea. When he saw workers in ragged jackets, their surplus value was taken away by the factory owner. They couldn’t even read big characters. What a pity! 】

【October Fourteen

Today, under the guidance of the teacher, the alias is called "Cixiu", which means saying goodbye to revisionism and opposing revisionism...]

"Yaze, why are you still turning on the light? Can't you sleep?" The light still disturbed Xu Yinliang who was on the bed, he rolled over, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said sleepily.

Song Yaze quickly closed the diary, unplugged the power cord of the lamp, and the movement of laying down the bed subsided.He didn't feel sleepy at all, the cabin was rather stuffy, and he swayed from side to side as if drunk.He tossed and turned and was afraid of affecting Xu Yinliang, so he tiptoed out of the shop, went out of the cabin and went to the deck to blow some air.

A clean and bright moon smoothed out the heat wave left by the day, and everything was hidden under the silver light.The tide receded, whimpering softly at the end.The hull of the boat floated on the silver surface, as if it was moving forward steadily, but also seemed to be standing still.

It was a quiet and ethereal night, the shadow of the moon slantingly reflected on the sea surface, like a strip of light, along which one could reach a pure paradise.

Everyone is asleep and everything is so quiet.There were only Song Yaze's almost inaudible breathing, and the faint sound of the violin at the bow of the ship.

With the bright moon above Song Yaze's head, he stepped on the damp deck, but his eyes fell on a tall and thin figure in the distance.

Li Yuanfu held the violin in his left hand, his eyes drooping, and he was playing an unnamed tune.Wearing a coarse long gown and exquisite western musical instruments, the picture is really not harmonious.He is like a lonely statue, hugging the violin tightly under the moonlight.However, his technique is by no means proficient, and his tune is not pleasant.

Song Yaze stood in the shadow of the boat pole, staring at the statue, feeling overwhelming sadness in his heart.This is a long-lost sadness, which seems to come rolling from the ancient prehistoric times, accompanied by inexplicable memories.

He moved subconsciously, and before he knew it, he had already approached that person.

The sound of the violin stopped abruptly and disappeared into the peaceful air, leaving the strings vibrating with endless aftertaste.

Surprised by the sound of footsteps behind him, Li Yuanfu knew that the clumsy sound of the piano was heard by others, turned his head with a blushing face, and found that it was the son he had met with once.

The two looked at each other, and an awkward silence filled the air.Song Yaze came to his senses first, coughed lightly and said, "Your name is Li Yuanfu, right? I heard people talking about you. Are you a government-funded student?"

"Yeah." Li Yuanfu nodded slightly, his head shrugged, and his expression was shy and shy, like a tortoise that dared not show its head when it was frightened.

Song Yaze approached him with a smile, patted his stiff shoulder, and said, "My name is Song Yaze, and I'm going to study philosophy in the United States. I heard that you majored in physics. So, we are standing on two different sides. On the way to study the universe, right?"

Li Yuanfu was stunned. He blinked a few times and said, "Yes..."

Song Yaze couldn't help laughing, he leaned on the railing of the boat, and bent over laughingly: "You jump out word by word, and you don't want to talk more, you will definitely be misunderstood, saying that you are noble and look down on us who study abroad at their own expense. "

"How could it be?! Impossible..." Li Yuanfu hurriedly argued with a red face.The blood all over his body seemed to rise to his face, and spread to the roots of his ears. "I don't mean to look down on you. I just... don't dare to speak."

Unlike Song Yaze's low-pitched magnetism, Li Yuanfu's voice is as clear and soft as a violin.With a gentle smile on his face, Song Yaze glanced at the rare thing in his hand, and said, "You can play Western musical instruments? There shouldn't be many people who can play the violin now, right?"

Li Yuanfu scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Well. There is a music teacher living next door who teaches in the new school. He taught me to play the violin, and he gave me this violin. I just learned it and I am not very proficient. Just now Practice, it must be hard to hear..."

Song Yaze comforted: "It's just a little unsmooth. I like the violin. As long as the music is in tune, it sounds good to me."

Li Yuanfu fell silent, holding the piano bar harder. "I……"

"Yaze! What are you doing on the deck?!" Xu Yinliang's voice cut off his murmur roughly.

Song Yaze turned around and saw his friend in the same cabin looking desperate.Xu Yinliang only wore a thin shirt, and the high-grade satin on the coat was shining softly and brightly.

He walked over impatiently, with an angry expression on his face: "I thought you went to the bathroom, but let me look for it! Your father made me keep a close eye on you. It's late at night, so don't mess around run!"

Song Yaze reluctantly said goodbye to Li Yuanfu, and followed Xu Yinliang back to the cabin.

Lie down again, it was already late at night.Outside the window was still the rare beauty in the world, Song Yaze was a little tired, and his mind was heavy due to seasickness.Once covered by the quilt, he rolled over and fell into a deep sleep...

As soon as the sky dawned, the clouds in the east were dyed a soft red, and the people on board began to get busy.The waiters carried the beer, delivered the steak, and hurriedly set the dining table to collect tips; the passengers went out of the cabin to read the newspaper and chat with like-minded people.

Song Yaze was very seasick, he put on his clothes in a daze, and didn't even bother to tie valuables such as pens on his body.Xu Yinliang was immune to cars and boats, he dressed vigorously and hurriedly urged Song Yaze to move faster so that they could go out of the cabin and have breakfast together.

Song Yaze went to the restaurant with half-closed eyes, his face was also a little pale.The dizziness made him feel that his brain and skull were separated, and he dangled around, not even wanting to talk.His stomach seemed to be full. Facing the greasy meat floss bread in front of him, the nausea made him want to vomit.

Sitting across from him was Liu Lingzhi, elegantly slicing bread and dipping some salad dressing.Liu Lingzhi ate so much that his mouth was full of oil, as if he had applied lip oil. Seeing Song Yaze not moving, he asked, "Why don't you eat?"

"He suffers from seasickness, and has lost a few pounds in the past two weeks." Xu Yinliang replied instead.He pushed his glasses, folded his napkin, and wiped his hands with a wet towel in a leisurely manner.

Song Yaze paused and asked, "Did I also get seasick before?"

Xu Yinliang looked at him strangely, and said with a smile, "Are you sleeping stupidly? You have always been seasick and motion sick. You have had this strange problem since you were a child!"

Song Yaze fell silent, even the dizziness was washed away by doubts.Could it be that Peng Muzhi is also suffering from motion sickness and seasickness just like himself?he thought to himself.

"Tesla is here." Xu Yinliang leaned against Song Yaze with his elbow, pouted his mouth high, and pointed to the blue gown not far away with his chin. "Tesla in a gown and playing the violin," he added.

Song Yaze raised his head and met Li Yuanfu's gaze.Li Yuanfu blushed instantly, lowered his head in a hurry, pressed down the long-brimmed hat on his head, turned his face away and walked away, his steps disordered.

He sat low-key in a dark corner, far away from the dining area; the diners were reluctant to go there in order to save their legs and feet. Compared with the noise in the middle of the restaurant, it was completely deserted.

"Why are you so noble?" Liu Lingzhi glanced at him lightly and said indifferently. "You can't see those pockmarks with a long-brimmed hat?!"

These words were harsh and harsh, full of inexplicable arrogance.Liu Lingzhi was born in a merchant's family, so the worldliness is inevitable. Song Yaze couldn't help frowning, and said, "Maybe he's not noble, but just shy. If he can win Geng's money, it's indeed better than our own money." capable, that’s a fact.”

Liu Lingzhi was speechless, and unnaturally picked up the milk and took a sip.Seeing this scene, Xu Yinliang at the side rolled Heidou's eyes and made a relief with a teasing smile: "Yaze always speaks in a way that doesn't offend others, brother Ling, don't mind."

Liu Lingzhi returned him an embarrassed smile, and covered his mouth with bread.

After breakfast, Song Yaze went back to the cabin alone.He rummaged through the luggage bag with his name embroidered on it, and found that it was full of philosophy books, but not many clothes and utensils.Most of the books are in Chinese and English, and there are also a few Russian books that he can't understand.

He took out a Chinese book and read it. The traditional Chinese characters were typesetting from left to right, and the words "Zhe Ye" popped up from time to time, which made him very uncomfortable.Philosophy, which is already obscure and difficult to understand, is even more difficult to figure out, and he stuttered while reading.

Just as Song Yaze was thinking hard about the meaning of "Yu Sierji" in the text, Xu Yinliang walked into the cabin with a sad smile on his face.He bent his black bean eyes into a crescent shape, full of apology and cunning.He rubbed his hands and bowed his waist, and said politely: "Yaze...I have a request, I will probably work hard for you once."

Song Yaze closed the densely written philosophy book, raised his eyes and said, "What's the matter?"

"Look..." Xu Yinliang said softly, "Since I got on the boat, I haven't even touched an actor's hand. At noon today, I managed to coax a blond foreign lady. I lied to her... tonight I'm alone in the cabin..."

Song Yaze understood instantly.Now that she has a woman, she will forget about her father's entrustment.He put the book back into the bag, and said in thought: "Isn't there an empty berth in Li Yuanfu's cabin? I'll go there and sleep well."

Xu Yinliang's eyes lit up suddenly, shaking his eyes. "That's exactly what I mean! Yaze, you are always so understanding! How wonderful!"

Song Yaze let out a helpless laugh, and stopped talking.

Half a day was spent wandering around on the cruise ship.Dizziness and nausea made Song Yaze extremely tired, and his eyelids fell unconsciously as if a heavy object had been dropped.He can't see what's going on, and it's even more difficult for him to meditate on the profound meaning of philosophy. He lies dizzy on the bed, always feeling sleepy.

It wasn't until Xu Yinliang pulled the corner of his clothes, implying that he should vacate the space wisely, that he dragged his heavy body out of the bunk, and came to this temporary "place of shelter" according to the room number Xu Yinliang gave.

Knock on the door lightly, and soon, the door was opened.Li Yuanfu saw Song Yaze in a white suit standing at the door, smiling softly, and asked himself if he could stay overnight.He froze on the ground all of a sudden, his cheeks stained with an unsatisfactory blush.

"Of course." He lowered his head and stammered.Seeing the rough cloth shoes on his feet and the pair of shiny leather shoes on the opposite side, he curled up his toes in embarrassment, and hurriedly invited Song Yaze into the room.

The author has something to say: Li Yuanfu will not always be like this, his character will slowly change with experience