Jiang Qiubai, who was mischievous in the research institute, burst out laughing when he saw his father enthusiastically playing matchmaker.
"You brat, why are you laughing?"
Jiang Qiubai said with a smile: "Two days ago, you thought that Uncle Zhang in the alley was too busy, and he wanted to introduce someone to my sister when he had nothing to do, which made you disgusted. But today you have to introduce someone to my sister, the director, so
Essentially, you and Uncle Zhang are the same."
Jiang Hua lifted up the hem of his suit with his left hand, clenched it into a fist and put it on his waist. He covered Jiang Qiubai's little head with his right hand. He thought for a while and said: "It's over, son, your dad's mentality is old, which means that from now on I
He is an old man through and through."
"Impossible, you have always been old-hearted." Jiang Qiubai said with a smile: "I have never seen any old people stay up late playing games until twelve o'clock in the evening. You and my second uncle, that is definitely the case.
My dear brothers, at eight o'clock the other night, I went to my second uncle's house for a visit, and my second uncle shouted at home that orcs will never be slaves."
"Your second uncle is so virtuous." Jiang Hua was stunned for a moment: "Your second uncle has now become an Internet addict and doesn't go out to do charity anymore."
"It's so new. You have to have days off at work. My second uncle is not much younger than you, and he can still run around with the volunteers from the charity fund every day. People don't take my second uncle with them anymore."
Jiang Hua nodded: "I knew Zhong Yuemin was a disgusting person."
"It has nothing to do with character. Volunteers often have to go deep into the poorest places. Generally speaking, the road conditions and environment in these places are not good. After all, my second uncle is also old, so people are afraid of problems."
Jiang Hua rubbed Jiang Qiubai's head: "Son, I really underestimate you. Your mentality is not in line with your age. You don't intend to be a scientist and are ready to study the method of employing people."
"I am determined." Jiang Qiubai said with a smile: "Being a scientist is my dream, but it doesn't mean that I can't study other things."
"You can do it, but you have a strong Taoist heart. They say the end of science is theology. What's the matter? Are you planning to skip science and study theology directly?" Jiang Hua said with a smile: "I support it, or you can directly take the Taoist college entrance examination."
"
"Forget it, I want to take the exam at Beihang University." Jiang Qiubai said with a smile: "Maybe it is fate that I have no fate with the Taoist College. In religious matters, fate is still a word."
"Go away." Jiang Hua laughed and scolded: "The word "fate" is important, so we are really destined to be father and son in this life. By the way, which laboratory have you caused trouble again today?"
"Dad, if you talk like this, you will lose your son." Jiang Qiubai shook his head: "I am exploring great science. I just walked out of the physics laboratory today. At this moment, my heart is full of admiration for Newton.
, Mechanics is really a great subject, which fully demonstrates the ubiquitous force field between things. If I can master this force, I will be the god of this world."
Jiang Hua kicked him in the butt: "Stop daydreaming, your ancestor has not become a god, you still want to rebel against Tiangang?"
"Green is taken from blue, and green is from blue; ice is from water, and is cold from water."
Jiang Hua nodded: "The quotation from Xunzi's Encouragement to Learning is good. If you can become a master of mechanics in the future, I will be very happy. But if you only daydream in the future, then you should go to the Taoist College. If you still want to
Beyond Newton, let’s talk about when you unify the mechanical theory.”
Jiang Qiubai was so timid that he actually circled around his father, exclaiming: "Dad, you are knowledgeable and talented. You seem to have a college degree. If you are saying that you are uneducated and incompetent,
Techniques, you also know about the unification of mechanical theory, which really impressed me."
Jiang Hua picked up Jiang Qiubai and said, "You are a coward. Do you think that your sister is not at home and no one can care about you? My sheep-herding education does not mean that I will not care about you. Go home today and leave it to me."
When you write a review, it must be profound and touch the depths of your soul.”
Although he begged for mercy in every possible way, Jiang Qiubai was determined to write the self-reflection letter today. Jiang Qiubai, who finally accepted his fate, locked himself in the small study room and ate and slurred while writing the self-reflection letter.
After one hour and forty-seven minutes, Jiang Qiubai came out of the study with a self-examination letter, his eyes red, as if he had cried.
"Dad, this is my self-examination. It definitely touches the depths of my soul. I even cried when I wrote it."
Jiang Hua took the review and read it over, then nodded: "You have great literary talent. I know you have outstanding science scores. I didn't expect that your literary talent is so good. It really touches the depths of your soul. Your final closing sentence is particularly well written."
, can be regarded as a famous aphorism.”
Jiang Qiubai grinned, but Jiang Hua's next words stopped him from laughing at all.
Jiang Hua asked with a smile: "You think if I enter this sentence into Baidu search, can you find the source of your self-reflection letter?"
Jiang Qiubai was dumbfounded and speechless.
"If you want your eyes to be red in the future, don't rub them too hard. It's bad for your eyesight. Just go to the kitchen and get a piece of ginger and rub it on your eyes. These tricks of yours are all leftover from your second uncle's play, or mine.
If you give me some guidance, I can still let you fool me."
Jiang Qiubai took the self-examination letter and said, "Okay, can't I rewrite it?"
"Forget it, I can't even read it if you rewrite it." Jiang Hua pointed to the corridor outside: "You are in the corridor outside. You read it aloud to yourself twenty times, and I was moved by this article.
, I still don’t believe that I can’t move you.”
Jiang Qiubai held the self-examination letter with a frown on his face, stood under the corridor and read it in a low voice.
"Speak louder. I won't let you rewrite it. It's already a sign of pride." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "You read it in such a low voice, it's hard for me to believe that you are serious about repenting."
Jiang Qiubai had no choice but to raise his voice five degrees. Fortunately, the door to his house was closed, otherwise this kid would have lowered his head into his crotch in shame.
Lan Jieying happened to come home. She opened the door and saw her son holding a few pieces of paper and reading aloud. Then she asked with a smile: "Do you know that your Chinese language score is not good, so you are giving yourself extra lessons?"
"His self-criticism, this kid has been very aggressive recently." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "I asked him to write a self-criticism, and he actually copied one online, so I punished him to read it aloud twenty times."
"That's right." Lan Jieying tapped Jiang Qiubai's little head with her finger: "The attitude of admitting the mistake is not sincere, and you dare to take advantage of the situation. Add thirty times and make up fifty percent."
Jiang Qiubai's whole body was in a state of confusion after receiving a last-ditch blow from his biological mother, and he screamed silently in his heart: "Are these still my biological father and mother?"
