"My dear, I have been teaching English for half my life, and I have never seen anyone like you. Although there are some problems with your accent, you are already equivalent to a student who has studied in our school for three or four years. My dear, incredible, incredible!"
Wu Changle looked at Liu Lang as if he were looking at a monster.
"Okay, let me introduce myself again, Wu Changle, a professor at the Capital Foreign Affairs University. Liu Lang, are you here for fun in the capital this time?"
The other party now regarded Liu Lang as an adult.
"No, no, Liu Lang was invited by the State Education Commission to come to the capital for an interview. He is a child prodigy. Even Director Lu of the Education Commission praised him highly."
Wang Kangri on the side quickly answered, he was a professor at the China Foreign Affairs University! He was a senior intellectual and his status should not be low.
"Lu Mingzhi? No wonder, no wonder, Liu Lang is also a child prodigy selected by the country. Well, a child prodigy like him should be selected out of the norm. Well, very good!"
Every adult who has seen Liu Lang always talks about "good things".
"Xiao Liu Lang, what grade are you in cultural classes now?"
Wu Changle started chatting with Liu Lang.
"I have finished all the junior high school courses."
"You've finished junior high school? That's awesome. When are you going to go to college?"
"Of course the sooner the better!"
Liu Lang replied.
"Well, if you have the courage, do you have any plans now and what major are you going to study in college?"
the other party asked.
"Learn mechanical manufacturing!"
Liu Lang did not hesitate.
"Machinery manufacturing?"
This answer surprised the other party. He never thought that Liu Lang could give this answer.
"Xiao Liu Lang, there are many workers in our country and there are factories everywhere. Studying this major will not let you use your talents! You just saw that those foreigners are full of hostility towards our country. Why? It is our country that is
Our status in the world is still very low, others look down upon us,
To make Western countries pay attention to us, we must cultivate a group of outstanding diplomats. Look at Premier Zhou. He had endless personal charm and single-handedly made the world know about China. With your talent,
You should be a diplomat, the whole world is your stage."
Wu Changle works at the China Foreign Affairs University. He just saw the qualities of a diplomat in Liu Lang, so he wanted to attract him as soon as possible.
"Grandpa Wu, you are right, but a weak country has no diplomacy. No matter how capable the diplomats are, if the country is not strong, other countries will look down on us."
Liu Lang replied with a smile.
"Haha, you are right, you are right! But you are still young. As long as you want to attend our Diplomatic Academy, I will be responsible for contacting the relevant departments and I will definitely train you to become an outstanding diplomat. If you can become
British Ambassador, if I look back at the conversation you just had with those foreigners, it will undoubtedly become a good story in the history of world diplomacy."
"Okay Grandpa Wu, I will consider it!"
Liu Lang said politely.
"Well, okay, I don't have a business card. This is my phone number. If you need anything later, call me."
Wu Changle took out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket, wrote a paragraph in the notebook, and then gave the notebook directly to Liu Lang.
"I wish the little kid Liu Lang a happy life, grow up soon, and become a pillar of the country."
It was signed Wu Changle, and there was a phone number and his address on the back.
"Thank you, Grandpa Wu. I will keep this book well!"
Liu Lang took it and put it in his pocket.
"Well, I'm leaving then. I hope we still have a chance to meet!"
Wu Changle waved his hand to Liu Lang and turned to leave.
A few people went to Qianmen Building for a stroll, visited the nearby alleys, and found a small restaurant nearby to have something to eat. They did not return to the guest house until about eight o'clock in the evening.
In Fucheng, almost no one can be seen on the streets after eight o'clock in the evening. But in the capital, although it is not as good as it would be twenty or thirty years later, there are still many people on the bright roads, mostly young people. These people I was listening to Teng Lijun’s songs on a dual-card tape recorder, and there were people playing guitar in the park.
There was a small park near the Education Committee Guest House, and Liu Lang heard singing coming from inside.
"Don't ask me where I come from. My hometown is far away. Why do I wander? I wander far away. For the birds flying in the sky, for the gentle stream in the mountains, for the broad grassland, I wander far away. And there are, For the olive tree in my dream, don’t ask me where I came from. My hometown is far away, why I wander, why I wander far away, for the olive tree in my dream..."
This is a song written by a man named Sanmao from Bayan Province. Now it has been introduced to the mainland. The gentle and resentful tune has intoxicated the young people in the mainland. Reform and opening up, the first one is the development of culture, not only in Bayan Provincial folk songs and Western rock music have now gradually taken root among young people, just waiting to sprout and grow into big trees in the sky.
The next day, several people went to the Forbidden City again and saw the "mansion" where ancient emperors lived. They were shocked by the huge Forbidden City. They walked around for a whole morning before coming out from the back door.
After lunch, several people discussed going to the Summer Palace to visit. For outsiders, they only know that the capital has the Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square and the Summer Palace.
But when I inquired, I found out that the Summer Palace was very far away from here, and there was no bus service. It had to be a long-distance bus to get there. Lu Mingzhi also said that he wanted to treat them to dinner in the evening. This matter must not be delayed, so he could not go to the Summer Palace.
Wang Kangri suddenly remembered that he went to Tiananmen last night and saw the Memorial Hall of Great Men not far away. Several people immediately decided to go and pay homage to the great men.
In this great man memorial hall, there is a great man's body, which was placed in a crystal coffin. At this time, the crystal coffin was still open to the public. After more than 20 years, the crystal coffin was sealed, and outsiders could no longer see the great man. .
Liu Lang was also full of respect for the great man and wanted to see the great man's remains with his own eyes. Soon, several people arrived at the memorial hall, bought tickets and walked in.
There were not many people in the memorial hall, and it looked extremely solemn. Next to the crystal coffin, there were soldiers standing with "bayonets" in their hands. They were all tall and had no expression on their faces.
More than a dozen people lined up and walked slowly in front of the crystal coffin. Liu Donglai led his son to the crystal coffin quickly. However, the coffin was too high. Liu Lang couldn't see the great man inside even with his feet on it. He pulled his father with his hand and asked him to pick him up. The father also wanted to pick up his son, but when he saw a soldier standing next to him, the bright "bayonet" in his hand was particularly dazzling, and he was frightened. Shivering, the people behind him also walked behind him at this moment.
"Let's go, let's go quickly!"
Liu Donglai was so flustered that he hurriedly took Liu Lang out of here and quickly walked to the exit.
"Dad, I didn't see anything!"
Liu Lang rolled his eyes at his father and complained.
"Son, didn't you see that the soldier on guard was glaring at us just now? We have to be careful when we get to this place. What if we offend those soldiers on guard? What if they shoot?"
Liu Donglai was still frightened at this moment.
"Okay, let's go!"
Liu Lang was very sorry that he had never seen a great man with his own eyes in his life.