2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Thank you for chatting with me so much." After venting his emotions, Dai Senwu sat back on his chair and returned to his lifeless look.

"I should thank you." Yan Muyun pursed his lips.

"I can't afford it." Dai Senwu waved his hand, with a bitter expression on his face: "I applied to meet you, but I was just panicking. I really wanted to find someone to pour my sorrows on."

"Understood." Yan Muyun nodded to him and then stood up.

"Thanks, bye."

"goodbye."

...

At a Cantonese-style claypot restaurant near the police station, a bowl of Chinese sausage and barbecued pork and a bowl of mushroom and chicken claypot rice were served on the table.

The girl who had changed into casual clothes used her chopsticks to stir the small casserole in front of her with a smile. The tender chicken and mushrooms were fully mixed with the rice. Each firm and plump rice grain was covered with sauce, and the aroma was fragrant.

Yan Muyun followed her example and mixed his own sausage and barbecued pork. He took a big mouthful with his chopsticks, chewed it and swallowed it. He smacked his lips and gave a thumbs up: "Fragrant, authentic."

"How do you know if it's authentic or not?" Zhang Xixue asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I studied in Guangdong from the third grade of elementary school to the first grade of junior high school. I ate quite a lot of claypot rice and so on." Yan Muyun reached out and touched the corner of his mouth to make sure there were no rice grains hanging on it.

Zhang Xixue had already taken a bite of rice at this time, covered her mouth and said vaguely: "You said before that you attended high school in Hunan."

"Yes, I arrived in Hunan in my third year of junior high school." Yan Muyun said matter-of-factly.

"Where is your second grade in junior high school?"

"I studied in my hometown in Henan."

Zhang Xixue stopped after taking a mouthful of rice, widened her eyes and asked, "Did you go to school in three different provinces in the first, second and third grade of junior high school?"

Yan Muyun looked helpless: "That's not all. My kindergarten was in Wuxi, Jiangsu and Urumqi, Xinjiang. I was in my hometown of Henan for the first and second grade of elementary school, and then I went to Guangdong."

"Why do you travel to so many places?" Zhang Xixue's face was full of curiosity. At this time, the fragrant claypot rice in front of her was obviously not as attractive as the other person's experience.

"Let's chat while eating. The food will get cold after a while." Yan Muyun reminded him, and then he made a watch and took a bite of the rice first.

Well, he was just greedy.

"My dad graduated from a junior college. He originally wanted to study Japanese, but was transferred to the chemistry major. After graduation, he taught junior high school mathematics in a small county in his hometown, earning two to three hundred yuan a month. After giving birth to me, he suddenly felt that No, I can’t let my wife and children stay in this small place all their lives, so I sent my resume everywhere to find a better job.”

Yan Muyun took big mouthfuls of rice, and while chewing, he could still speak clearly:

"In the process of applying for jobs, in order to improve the quality of his resume, my father taught himself English while working. He upgraded from a junior college to a bachelor's degree, and then a bachelor's degree to a master's degree. Step by step, he worked his way up from a county teacher with a monthly salary of several hundred yuan, and finally entered the Become a teacher in a private international school with better resources.”

"It stands to reason that ordinary people are contented here. The whole family lives in a big city, has bought a house and a car, and lives without worries about food and clothing, but my father is not satisfied yet."

"He told me: 'I am engaged in international education, so I want to send my son abroad.' So later he became the dean of the education group's main school, and then was sent to the branch branch as the vice principal. I started a school from scratch with my colleagues.”

"But it's still not enough. His salary at that time was only enough for one son to study abroad, but he has two sons..." Yan Muyun suddenly stopped here and wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand:

"Ahem, I just choked on my rice."

Zhang Xixue did not dare to speak, chewing the rice in small mouthfuls, pretending not to notice the other party's gaffe.

"At that time, I thought that being an older brother was to support my younger brother, so I went to a public school and never expressed my intention to go abroad. However, after the first semester, my dad transferred me to another school. He said you My brother is going to study abroad, and you are going to study abroad too."

"He feels that students in ordinary high schools are under too much pressure, and they may not necessarily get the results they want in the end if they work hard to study. He would rather grit his teeth and bear the pressure on his own shoulders than watch us take exams every day besides studying. .”

"So when I was in my freshman year, he changed jobs again, abandoned what he had spent three years working on, and ran to Shanghai." Yan Muyun put a piece of sausage in his mouth and chewed it for a long time, feeling that he didn't taste anything. smell:

"The owner of the private school is very demanding. He, the principal, is required to go to the student dormitory at 10:30 every night to check the dormitories. In the morning, he has to go to the playground as early as the students to supervise the running exercises. So later when I was a sophomore, he ran away again He came to Menxia City and once again helped others build an international school from scratch. This time he became the principal, and his salary was enough to support his two sons to study abroad."

As Yan Muyun spoke, he suddenly couldn't help laughing: "If I hadn't gone to college, I would have had to transfer schools several times. My brother is like that. He is a freshman in high school, a sophomore in Hunan, and a senior in Shanghai. Menxia, ​​once again experienced the time when I was in junior high school and he was in elementary school."

"When I was in my junior year of college, my dad was still considering continuing to study for a doctorate. Sometimes I wondered if I was his biological son. How could such a tiger father give birth to such a salty fish like me. Later..."

Yan Muyun's voice stopped suddenly, because he suddenly realized that he had no "later" at all, and that he had completely disappeared from his father's story in the future.

"Your Majesty is amazing." Zhang Xixue said softly at this time.

"Thank you, I feel the same way." Yan Muyun came back to his senses and grinned, then took a big mouthful of the already cold clay pot rice.

Perhaps due to the influence of Dai Senwu, he couldn't stop talking about his father inexplicably, and he talked like an elderly middle-aged woman.

Thinking of this, Yan Muyun paused while eating, and then added: "By the way, my mother is also amazing. When my father was working hard outside, she basically raised my brother and me. Over the years, I have not lost anything. She follows my dad all over the country without complaining and takes care of all the household affairs. I would like to call her the strongest housewife on the face of the earth."

He felt that the way he had just spoken was a bit heavy, so he deliberately changed his tone to a more relaxed and humorous one.

Zhang Xixue's mood failed to change for a while. She opened her mouth and didn't know how to respond. Finally, she smiled and extended her thumbs up to show respect.

She could see that the other person's mood was very complicated at this time, but she didn't know how to comfort him. In this case, the best choice was to stay quietly and be a listener.

After the meal was finished, Yan Muyun wanted to pay and leave, but Zhang Xixue said there was no rush to sit down because there was still about an hour before the lunch break ended.