Return to Yanjing?

Mei Li suddenly looked up at Xia Hongjun.

"Meli, is this broken place worth your nostalgia?" Xia Hongjun asked.

yes.....

Since I divorced my husband, I have no longer nostalgic for this small town.

But where to go?

I once thought about going back to my parents' home with my children.

But she couldn't stand her parents' nagging, and the strange gazes of neighbors and villagers, she didn't want to see her former classmates.

She was so proud of her at the beginning, but now she has reached this point and doesn’t want to be a joke to others.

But is it appropriate to go to Yanjing?

She believed that Xia Hongjun would not lie to him, but he was not alone now. What would Chen Zhaodi say if he knew?

"I told Zhaodi before leaving, she supported me to visit you." Xia Hongjun seemed to see through Meili's thoughts: "Go back to Yanjing, you dance very well. There are many dance schools in Yanjing now, and finding a job is not difficult at all."

Xia Hongjun analyzed for her again: "Also, your child needs a good education to go to school in the future, and it is impossible to compare with Yanjing here. As for household registration, don't worry, I will definitely help you solve it."

Xia Hongjun's words touched Mei Li.

Now all her hopes are placed on her children, and she is willing to give up anything for the sake of her children.

"Okay, I'll follow you." Merry made the decision.

"Okay, now you go and pick up your children and pack up your things. There will be a train to Lanzhou in the afternoon!"

Xia Hongjun felt much more relaxed.

Since she made a decision, Mei Li didn't hesitate anymore. She returned to the kindergarten and resigned to the dean, carried her daughter back to the rental house, paid the rent after lunch, and left Nanguan Village with her children and Xia Hongjun.

When boarding the train heading east, his daughter Tongtong was very excited to lie by the car window and looked at the scenery outside. She suddenly turned around and asked Meili.

"Mom, where are we going?"

"Go to Yanjing, my mother told you what I said." Meili replied gently.

"I know, my mother told me that you went to school there and Tiananmen Square... Oh, I'm going to see Tiananmen Square, Tiananmen Square..."

Seeing her daughter's happy look, Meli showed a long-lost smile on her face.

She felt that this was the most correct thing she had done.

As for the days ahead...

Meli believes that her efforts will make her daughter live a happy life.

And...and...and him.

Thinking of this, Meili turned her head slightly and glanced at the man sitting on the other side of her daughter.

.....

.....

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was June 1999.

The last half of the twentieth century.

Over the year of the Chinese New Year, the Red Army of Xia was very busy, not busy writing poetry and novels, but busy investing and doing business.

He traveled thousands of miles to Hangzhou and Shenzhen, and found two peers of Ma in the vast crowd. One of them brought the "Thirteen Taishang Insurance" to set up an English global wholesale trade market online. The website was named Alibaba, and he vowed to sell the products all over the world.

Another technical otakus set up an online paging program in Shenzhen, named it "oicq".

The two are ambitious, but unfortunately they have no money. The hero is sad to pass the money barrier.

But Xia Hongjun is rich.

In recent years, the books and poetry collections he wrote have been published repeatedly, with the royalties of more than one million yuan, as well as the share of my father's clothing company and Guo Qianjin Film and Television Company. The funds on hand are 500 million yuan, which of course does not include hundreds of antique furniture in several commercial buildings in two courtyard houses.

According to insiders, if Xia Hongjun is willing to take these furniture to Xiangjiang for auction, it will be worth at least 100 million yuan.

Of course this is not a sale.

So, Xia Hongjun spent a total of 3 million to invest in two unknown companies, saying that I am optimistic about your company and will never interfere with the normal operation of your company, in the name of financial investment.

Of course, these 3 million miles are not entirely Xia Hongjun alone. Yanshan Poetry Fund earned funds from the Xiangjiang stock market, as well as his brother-in-law, Mei Li, who has been living in his yard, and the poets who have a good relationship.

One hundred thousand eight hundred thousand is not a lot, and one thousand eight hundred is not a little.

What is important is that everyone writes poetry, and everyone gets rich...

Of course, you can't just ignore anything when it comes to two companies. For example, Brother Ma, one day more than ten years later, Xia Hongjun will definitely say to him: "Brother, don't be too arrogant. Be careful of the iron fist of socialism hitting you. Look how low-key and calm your brother Ma?"

I am very satisfied with Ma's younger brother Xia Hongjun, but this guy seems to have a copycat gene in his bones. Look at your online paging name "oicq", is it obviously copying the icq developed by the Israelites?

"Brother Red Army, I'm not called plagiarism, it's called imitation. If you have someone, I'm better, I'm better..." Brother Ma seemed very wronged.

Come on...

Your move is very useful to the Chinese, but foreigners don’t like you.

icq has been sold to AOL for more than 400 million US dollars. Can the Americans tolerate you from hitting the car?

So, Brother Ma was forced to change the name of Oicq to QQ......

In early July last year, Xia Hongjun was invited to his alma mater, Yan Normal University, to give a report to the graduates, saying that he had felt after ten years of graduation.

Oh... I have been graduating for ten years, and time passes so quickly.

This is the first sentence Xia Hongjun said to the dark graduates standing on the podium.

Facing a young man who was a younger man than himself, the middle-aged man Xia Hongjun began to talk nonsense:

"You are young, and you cannot despise those who are polite for life and relatives just because you are literary youths. You cannot mock those "fools" who are willing to act bravely just because you are cynics.

"You can't hate the rich because of poverty. You can't do evil because of wealth. So what if you don't have good rewards, just accumulate virtue for your descendants."

"A man, who is a woman's lover and a husband, and a father of children, cares about whether he is concerned or not, spending a lot of money when he is rich and honorable is not real. Only when he bows his head, bends down, and grits his teeth when he is in a downturn can he see it."

"So don't always think about making a name for yourself and making a fortune in the future. You should turn around and see if you can cook a meal for her or the children, wash clothes, and ask if they are unhappy."

"A person's life has only one end point, but there are many starting points. From the birth of the womb, it is the first big starting point, and no one can change it. Next, elementary school goes to junior high school, junior high school goes to high school, and two new starting points. Then many children regard high school going to college as the end point of their life in advance. This is all irresponsible.

"After the age of 18, at least you have to learn to start taking responsibility for yourself. I remember there was a saying that one of your seniors told me after being drunk: Even if you are stepped on like a pool of mud, you have to pinch out the dog's tail flower."

Finally, the applause was received.

But Xia Hongjun said: "These words were not what I said, but I read a book. I feel that I wrote them well, so I will share with you all."

As for the title of the book, Xia Hongjun did not say it.

Today is Saturday evening, Xichuan, Luo Yihe, Gome, and Lu Weihai are all gathered under the vines in the courtyard of Xia Hongjun’s house to enjoy the cool air.

There are also small local dog bean seedlings next to them.

It turned out that the old dog was dead. Chen Zhaodi was sad and brought a local dog from her hometown, which was still named Dou Miao.

These people, the handsome young men who first met, are now entering middle age, and their bodies are gradually becoming fatter. They chat and complain together and complain about various social phenomena, but the most talked about is poetry.

Ten years ago, someone called poetry dead, but ten years later, it seemed that the situation was not that bad.

Not to mention the older generation of Bei Dao and Shu Ting... the group here in the Middle Ages, including the newly born-70s poets Huang Lihai, Bai Helin, Xi Yabing, etc.

There are also young poets born in the 1980s, Tang Buyu, Xiao Shui...

The poet is not lonely.

Seeing a group of old friends talking endlessly, Xia Hongjun, who was a little silent on the side, suddenly said: "The 20th century is about to pass, and both literary and artistic youth and ordinary people are commemorating them. Look at Wang Feng singing "Goodbye the 20th Century", Pu Shu writing "I Go 2000", and Luo Dayou's love song series has been written until 2000.

Let's join in the fun too."

"How do we remember?"

"Make a movie, a movie about poetry."
Chapter completed!