Xia Hongjun had no choice but to tell her that Bei Dao was unable to contact him when he was studying in Europe.

"I really hope Mr. Kitajima can come to the United States." Louise said, with a regretful expression.

"Ms. Louis, he will definitely come back to the United States." Xia Hongjun replied with a smile.

It’s not that Xia Hongjun is talking nonsense, because this is history.

In another two years, Bei Dao left his motherland and began to live a wandering life in a foreign country. It was not until the millennium that he once again set foot on the land of his motherland. This has been twelve years.

We had dreams at that time

About literature, about love

About traveling through the world

Now we drink late at night

The cups meet together

All are the sounds of dreams breaking.

...

....

This passage is his wandering spiritual journey.

Gu Cheng, Shu Ting...When Xia Hongjun talked about these famous works of the best poets in China today, Louise seemed very excited.

"I really didn't expect that there are so many excellent poets in China. I thought you are reciting Mao's quotations and singing model operas now." Louise sighed.

Xia Hongjun was speechless.

He didn't know whether he should be happy or unhappy?

Finally, he recommended the song "Believe in the Future" from his index finger:

When     cobwebs    relentlessly    clog    my    stove

When the spider web ruthlessly sealed my stove

When          dying    smoke    sights   for     poverty

When the smoke from ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty

i     will    stubbernly   dig   out   the   disappointing    ash

I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment

and    write   with   beautiful   snowflakes:     believe    in        future

Write down with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future

.....

...

friends, please    let    us    believe    in         future

My friend, believe firmly in the future

believe     in     our   unbending    striving

Believe in the unyielding efforts

believe    in      our   youth   that   can     conquer    death

Believe in the young who defeats death

believe     in          future:       believe      in     life.

Believe in the future and love life

....

.....

"Xia Hongjun, do you think this poem was written in the early stages of Wenge? Then the author must be an optimistic person!" Louise was a little surprised.

"Yes, he is a very optimistic person." Xia Hongjun replied softly.

Unfortunately, the person who remained optimistic during that turbulent years ended up being depressed and suffering from schizophrenia.

Now in the third welfare home in Yanjing, right?

Xia Hongjun knew that it was a mental hospital.

The class lasted for two hours. Except for the speech, Xia Hongjun basically interacted with Louise.

When he translated the song "In the Mirror", Louise also asked curiously, "There is not Nanshan in your hometown, is it that your Chinese plum blossoms bloom all year round..."

Finally, amid the warm applause, Xia Hongjun bowed deeply and ended his lecture.

"Student Xia Hongjun, you are very talented. I hope we will have a chance to discuss poetry together next time." Louise said.

next time?

Who knows when?

Half of my study and exchange time at Columbia University, I will be back home soon.

Xia Hongjun was about to say a few polite words, and Professor John, who was standing next to him, interrupted: "Student Xia Hongjun, will you study abroad at Columbia University after graduation next year? Our Columbia University welcomes students like you!" At this point, Professor John paused and said in a humorous tone: "Although I am not the principal, I believe the school will send you an unconditional offer."

As soon as Professor John finished his words, a low voice came from the classroom, especially the students of the Chinese visiting group present, all of whom looked at him with envious eyes.

unconditional     offer

This is something that I can’t wait to study in the United States.

unconditional     Exception is an unconditional admission letter and also becomes a formal admission letter. Obtaining it means getting a pass to study in the United States.

And it also comes with a scholarship admission letter!

I didn't say I had to study in the United States?

But this cannot be said in front of so many people, otherwise it will arouse public anger.

So Xia Hongjun expressed his gratitude very politely.

After the lecture, Xia Hongjun and Song Zhenzhen walked together naturally.

"Xia Hongjun, I congratulate you in advance!" Song Zhenzhen said with a smile.

"You're saying Professor John?"

"Um…….."

"Song Zhenzhen, you said you came to visit your aunt. Do you want to study abroad in the future?" Xia Hongjun suddenly changed the topic."

"That's what my parents mean, and my aunt also hopes that my sister and I will come to the United States."

"The world is very big, it's worth seeing it." Xia Hongjun said.

"You think so too." Song Zhenzhen smiled: "The environment in the United States is much better than China in terms of life and study. I am also planning to apply for Columbia University... At that time, we may be classmates."

Speaking of the latter, Song Zhenzhen seemed a little shy.

Why……

Xia Hongjun sighed secretly in his heart.

But there are some things to say.

"Song Zhenzhen, I don't plan to study abroad."

"Why?" Song Zhenzhen was surprised.

"You said that I am a Chinese language and literature student, why do I go to the United States? Learn Chinese?"

After hearing Xia Hongjun's words, Song Zhenzhen's fair face slightly disappointed, but she quickly returned to normal.

"Yes, Normal University has people and things you can't bear to leave." Song Zhenzhen said softly.

Um?

Xia Hongjun looked at Song Zhenzhen and saw her intently looking at the cluster of white flowers blooming in the garden next to the road.

"Do you know what kind of flower this is?" Song Zhenzhen suddenly turned her head and looked at Xia Hongjun.

Xia Hongjun looked carefully and shook his head.

"It's called Anemone. Do you think it's beautiful?" Song Zhenzhen asked.

“Very pretty”

"Yes, it's pretty." Song Zhenzhen said, bent down, picked up an anemone that was blown to the ground by the wind, and placed it carefully in her white palm.

Looking at the girl's actions, Xia Hongjun didn't know what she was going to do.

"Give it to you." Song Zhenzhen handed the little flower in her hand to Xia Hongjun.

ah?

Xia Hongjun was surprised but still stretched out his hand.
To be continued...