Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

The setting sun devoured the white clouds, leaving only bloody wreckage.In such an evening, the tone is red, and everything is dyed with a touch of warm red.

Li Yuanfu and Song Yaze walked side by side and went home together.They walked along the narrow winding path, the walls on both sides were covered with roses.The shadows of the two were elongated and stuck together, looking like glue.

"I originally thought that you were an extremely shy person." Song Yaze took the initiative to provoke the topic, "It seems that you are still a very principled person."

Li Yuanfu's face became hot again, and he said: "Sometimes, people cannot give in."

"Many people will choose to compromise in order to sell favors. But you didn't. It's just that you and Huang Su will form a bridge in the future, and you will lose a townspeaker in Sudwal."

"It's not a hate thing." Li Yuanfu said in a low voice, "Everything has a beginning and an end, how can there be no beginning and no end. Even if you break up with him, Huang Su, it will be a matter of time. I just let the end come quickly Some."

Song Yaze pondered for a while, then stopped suddenly.Li Yuanfu also hurriedly stopped, his heart was pounding, he was afraid of saying the wrong thing, and wished he could put the words back into his mouth.

"Yuanfu, you are very thoughtful and have a way of speaking. Then why don't you express yourself?" Song Yaze stood in the shadow of the rose trellis, raised his head slightly and stared at Li Yuanfu and said.

The sun shines through the gaps between the flowers and leaves, leaving mottled light and shadow on his face.The wind blew his soft temples, trembling.The black pupils glowed pale pink because of the dense roses around them.

Li Yuanfu's heart seemed to be burning hot, and his breathing stopped for a second.

At this moment, all atoms and molecules, all time and space, have all turned into nothingness.Even though there are countless dimensional spaces in the universe and all living beings are crowded, he still feels that only Song Yaze in front of him is real.

"I always...don't dare to speak..." He faltered, and he didn't dare to look directly into those questioning eyes.

"You are excellent, and you are the only public fund student. I don't know why you are so shy. If you can let go and be more confident, you will definitely avoid a lot of trouble." Song Yaze patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him.

Li Yuanfu lowered his head, stared at his toes, listened to his suggestion, and remained silent.

Song Yaze sighed bitterly.Reluctantly turned around and walked out of the flower stand, and walked a few steps, but found that Li Yuanfu did not follow.He looked back suspiciously, saw Li Yuanfu still staying where he was, and asked aloud, "Yuanfu?"

Li Yuanfu slowly raised his head and pursed his lips tightly.He was tall, raised his hand and pushed aside the roses in front of his face that blocked his view. "Yaze, I want... I want to buy you a cup of coffee. I wonder if you would like to?"

Song Yaze froze for a few seconds before smiling and saying, "Of course."

The arc of the corner of his mouth precisely pierced Shiba deep in his heart.Li Yuanfu froze in place, suddenly felt that the world was bright again, and all life seemed to return to his soul.

The two went to an open-air coffee house not far from home.

Li Yuanfu paid the money, held a cup of Blue Mountain Coffee in one hand, pushed one of the cups firmly in front of Song Yaze, and said, "There is no sugar cube in this cup, only milk."

Song Yaze was startled, paused and asked, "How do you know I don't eat candy?"

Li Yuanfu blushed and whispered: "During the meal on the boat, I saw you remove the sugar cubes, I guess you don't like sweet things."

Song Yaze sat in a daze for a moment, then took a sip of coffee and said, "You are so careful."

Finished the coffee time and went home.Song Yaze asked Mrs. Winter for an envelope and letter paper, imitating the tone of classical Chinese, wrote a letter from home, and put it in the mailbox at the door.

With a background in science, he is not familiar with the words and sentences of Zheye, nor does he know how to write traditional characters. He even typesets the text from left to right, which is incompatible with the mainstream right to left.

This deviant move really frightened the family members who were born in a scholarly family.

Within a few days, the "urgent" reply was printed and rushed to Song Yaze's hands:

[I don't hesitate to spend a lot of money to send you thousands of miles away to study, in the end, you will have the ability to strengthen China.You have been to the west for less than a month, and you have not learned a single word of profound and witty words, but you have become a bad habit of simplified characters, and the text version is full of nonsense!My body is old, and I have suffered from serious diseases recently. I really don't want my son to suffer from the evil of the West and the good of the East!You should think carefully about my words, and don't think differently!If you insist on going your own way, I will stop sending money and order you to suspend school and go home.

——Father Song Xi Yanshu]

Song Yaze smiled wryly and rubbed his head with a headache.Looking down, there is another line at the end of the letter:

【You are in a Hakka town, and you spend a lot of money.If you remit $500 today, don’t feel wronged! 】

Turning over the envelope, there was indeed a $500 bank draft lying inside.

Family affection came so strangely and abruptly.Song Yaze picked up the money order, with mixed feelings in his heart, both sour and warm.He carefully put the money order and letters away, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, squinted his eyes and smoked it...

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In philosophy class, Mr. Smith leaned on the podium, dismissing the so-called teacher image.His tie was always crooked, with a slovenly casual air.Only his calm eyes showed his sage-like indifference to the world.

His classrooms are often noisy, and the students are much bolder than usual.

"Mr. Smith, I think Schopenhauer is a pessimist who pursues fatalism. There are too many loopholes in his philosophy, and we disagree." A female student wearing glasses raised her hand to speak, and the arrow pointed directly at Schopenhauer. Show no mercy.

Mr. Smith smiled lightly: "My child, you may not know. Voltaire said that true geniuses can make mistakes without being blamed. This is their prerogative."

"Oh, this reason is too ridiculous!" The female student shook her head with regret. "If philosophy is integrated into belief, people will lose their rational thinking and become fanatical thugs! Unfortunately, I have to say that Schopenhauer is exactly such a thug."

"Then I have to say that religion is also philosophy. Philosophy is thinking about the universe and life, isn't religion?" Smith blew his beard and laughed, "Ordinary people also have their own worldview, so they are also philosophers , but lack of followers. This is the difference between ordinary people and philosophers.

"Everyone's worldview deserves to be respected. Maybe we should expand our minds, my child." He stared into the girl's eyes, speaking earnestly.

The girl was stunned speechless.She wanted to refute, and felt that she had fallen into the trick of "sophistry", but she couldn't find a suitable argument.

Smith crossed his hands and continued wisely: "Take the Buddhism that Schopenhauer believed in as an example. The philosophy departments of many universities have offered Buddhism courses. We will also study Buddhism in the next courses. However, now I want to ask Ask, is there anyone in the class who believes in Buddhism?"

Song Yaze raised his hand firmly.There are 20 people sitting in the class, and he is the only one.

When Smith saw someone raise his hand, his eyes lit up instantly, and he said with a smile, "Yes, you have good roots, child. Good roots are accumulated from life to life. Maybe you were already a devout Buddhist in your last life."

Song Yaze responded with a respectful smile, and did not make another sound.

After class, with a head full of philosophical wisdom, Song Yaze returned home, but saw a new face.

A blond man sitting on the second floor looked thirty years away.He has a chubby figure, pressed on the sofa like a bucket, and squeezed his close-fitting clothes tightly; he has a conspicuous double chin, a wide forehead and a high nose, shiny gray-brown eyes, and a broad smile on his face.

Li Yuanfu came out from the side and introduced: "Yaze, this is my tutor, Mr. William. I am honored to be his teaching assistant this semester."

William took off his top hat politely, and exchanged greetings with Song Yaze. "God bless you," he said.

Li Yuanfu returned to the typewriter and hurriedly bound the paper. "Thanks to Mr. William entrusting me with the teaching assistant work, I can receive some salary at the end of each month as a living allowance." He said in English.

"Oh, God said that if a man knows how to do good but doesn't do it, that's his sin." Mr. William said gently, citing the Bible, "I like to help others, especially Mr. Gentleman."

This is a devout and faithful Christian.

"Yuanfu is very lucky to have a mentor like you." Song Yaze hurriedly poured a pot of coffee for him, and said with a smile, "You are really a kind person."

"Whenever I see someone in a difficult situation, I always want to cry." William blew on the froth on the coffee, "God taught us to care more for those who are suffering."

These heartfelt words made Li Yuanfu blush.Young and sensitive self-esteem made him unwilling to appear poor and inferior in front of Song Yaze.

He didn't want Song Yaze to sympathize with him, this was what he was most afraid of.

William drank the coffee, took the printed materials, and left with a cane.

Song Yaze came back after washing the cup, and found that Li Yuanfu was silent, so he smiled and said, "Why are you dumb again?"

Li Yuanfu was startled, and replied in a panic: "No... I'm just very grateful to Mr. William. He assigned me the project in hand and paid the salary..."

"Yuanfu." Seeing how flustered he was, Song Yaze interrupted him immediately.He has experienced his youth many times, and no one understands the self-esteem of young people better than him.

"You will have a good life in the future, because you have outstanding ability. There is no shortage of jobs for talented people."

Li Yuanfu closed his mouth, raised his head and glanced at Song Yaze quietly.

"Don't look at me like that." Song Yaze said helplessly.As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly felt that this sentence seemed to have been said before.

Li Yuanfu pursed his lips tightly, his jaw shaking constantly.After being stiff for nearly a minute, he finally opened his mouth: "I, I can...can..."

"Can what?"

Li Yuanfu blushed again and fell silent.He seemed to swallow the words rolled to his lips, and finally changed his tone and said: "Ya Ze, you are so kind. I will not disappoint your expectations."

At the end, he clenched his fist again and added shyly: "I don't want to disappoint you." His voice was quite vague.

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and went back to the room, his steps were a little chaotic, and he bumped into the corner of the sofa recklessly, making a dull sound...

The next morning, Li Yuanfu disappeared.This was when he was sitting around a table eating fried eggs and toast, but his seat was empty and lacked a host.

Song Yaze was very strange and asked Mrs. Winter about his whereabouts.Mrs. Winter just rubbed her hands dryly, and said puzzledly: "He said he would work overtime, but who knows! He only took a few slices of bread and went out."

work overtime?Work?What jobs can a newly admitted doctoral student have?Song Yaze thought to himself.

He picked up his knife and fork.The sun shone on the half-boiled eggs, reflecting a soft and wobbling light.He cut it open with a table knife, and the egg liquid flowed all over the plate, which made him a little irritable.

The dazzling sunlight poured in directly from the window, and he only felt that his eyes were stinging.