Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 66 Literary Girl
When Zhai Da and Lu Wei were cooking together.

miles away.

"Wenwen, your TOEFL teacher will be here at nine o'clock. Remember to get ready. I'll ask Aunt Liu to bring you dinner later."

In the only villa community in Dongyang County, Lu Siwen crossed her legs and changed her shoes while saying crisply, "Okay, Mom, I'll go right away."

In fact, she didn't go to evening self-study today because she had a tutor. She was in the classroom before just waiting for the driver to pick her up.

Putting on his giraffe-colored velvet slippers at the entrance, Lu Siwen walked upstairs. A ragdoll cat appeared from nowhere, meowing all the way and following his little master as he climbed the stairs with difficulty.

A competition-grade blue double rag doll, worth eighty thousand, which is equivalent to a car that can poop.

If Zhai Da were here, he would probably come up with his own "monetary unit" in his mind.

Lu Siwen's room is on the third floor of the villa. It is very spacious and has its own bathroom.

Even if there is a large bed, desk, computer desk, and bookcase, there is still enough space to place various decorations.

There are bear dolls over one meter tall, various exquisite ornaments, and several musical instruments hanging on the wall.

Lu Siwen closed the curtains and took off her school uniform. The ragdoll cat stared at her tender and tender beauty. Lu Siwen used her slender ankle to drive it away: "Go away, male cats can't look at it."

The Ragdoll Cat patted Lu Siwen's ankle with its paw pad in dissatisfaction, as if to emphasize that it no longer had Doraemon.

After changing his clothes, Lu Siwen found the TOEFL tutor's teaching materials and placed them on the desk.

Her future path is different from that of most people in school.

She grew up in a wealthy family and was loved by everyone. Under the influence of the trend of the times, it was natural for her family to arrange for her to go abroad.

If her grandfather had not opposed and insisted on taking the college entrance examination, she might have been sent out of junior high school.

And now, that time is not too far away. After the college entrance examination, she will go to study in the United States. Even though her grades are not bad and she can be admitted to a key university with a relatively safe degree, it still does not shake her parents' ideas.

In their eyes, the best universities in the country are not as good as ordinary universities abroad.

Her parents even hope that she can stay in the United States in the future because they also want to go there in the future.

Making money in China and then taking all your assets to "where people belong" is the collective consensus of the vast majority of "property owners" of this era.

But Lu Siwen is not interested in studying abroad. Like many international students, this is not a choice made after careful consideration, but a decision made to follow the arrangements of his parents and the trends of society.

While waiting for dinner, Lu Siwen looked at the golden-red sunset outside the window, a little absent-minded for a moment.

The orange light dyed her short hair red, like a canary looking at the sky through the window.

Lu Siwen inexplicably thought of the scene when he first met Zhai Da.

That day, the afterglow was faint, and everything was golden and red.

Thinking of the 50,000-word "Long Lu Road" that Zhai Da gave her, she felt a little happy. However, such a good thing should be saved for the evening when everything is done and she is alone. She wants to savor the words written by classmate Zhai.

After a slight hesitation, Lu Siwen took out the piece of paper with some saliva marks from the bedside table.

Once again, let’s appreciate Zhai Da’s words.

"The setting sun sinks into the orange sea, and the evening breeze falls into the city forest."

"But the street lamp only shines on me. She sees me looking up at the bright moon, and she sees me bending over to pick up small change."

"I will marry the girl named Lu."

The girl with the surname Lu. Is it her? Lu Siwen has always thought so. Even if it is a coincidence, it is her coincidence.

Or, the girl behind the bicycle that day.
But it should be me, after all, my last name is Lu.
Lu Siwen couldn't help but think so.

Before Lu Siwen could pull himself away from the words, dinner was brought in by Aunt Liu.

Before Lu Siwen had even finished eating, the TOEFL teacher came in. She was like a tightly knit, high-speed machine, with a full schedule every day.

The TOEFL tutor was specially invited from Qian City. She is a female teacher in her thirties.

She has studied abroad, dresses fashionably and has the most fashionable Chinese-English accent.

Twice a week, cars are brought to Dongyang County. As for the price, nature is far more beautiful than people.

The tuition fee of Woolen Textile Middle School (excluding books and miscellaneous items) is only 900 yuan a year, while this TOEFL teacher charges 2000 yuan for three hours.

Because of their business, the Lu family cannot leave Dongyang, but they strive for the best "quality" even if it costs several times more.

The smaller the place, the more the rich need to show their difference.

What Lu Siwen faced next was three hours of English study.

She has good listening, speaking, reading and writing skills. She has been taking TOEFL classes since her freshman year in high school. She is also diligent and intelligent, and her spoken English is more standard than that of her English teacher at the Woolen Textile Middle School.

The English teacher never called her name in class, which only added to the embarrassment.

After the TOEFL teacher left, Lu Siwen rubbed her temples with her fingers and felt dizzy.

Then she has to continue doing homework for various subjects. After all, she is not the kind of person who goes abroad because she can't continue studying. If she has excellent scores in the college entrance examination, it will be easier for her to apply to famous foreign universities.

By the time I finished my homework, took a shower in my bathroom, and lay back in bed, it was already twelve o'clock.

From this moment on, the time belongs to her.

She finally took out Zhai Da's notebook, full of anticipation.

His fingertips slid across the four words "The Long Journey".

She prefers Chinese characters to English. She likes every metaphor, rhetoric and story behind these square strokes, which is something that English letters cannot bring her.
When her grandfather was alive, he taught her to write stroke by stroke and cultivated her interest in writing, which has influenced her to this day.

After going to the United States, will all these hobbies of mine become worthless?
My grandfather once said that only the mother tongue can touch a person's deepest emotions. It defines a person's way of thinking and extends a person's way of dealing with the world.
Just like Mr. Zhai’s “Street Lights and Wine”, why can it capture so many people’s hearts?

Li Bai gave meaning to the word "bright moon", Bai Juyi composed the bitterness of the word "broken silver", and countless authors and readers over the past thousand years have jointly constructed this "synesthesia" engraved in their blood.

So thousands of years later, when a new user of words picked up his pen and wrote "bright moon", it was equivalent to raising his hand to catch a ray of light from the immortal poet thousands of years ago.

Compared with just now, Lu Siwen was in two completely different states. She didn't even know that due to her special physique, her earlobes had begun to heat up and turned bright red and translucent.

She stretched herself, her beautiful figure showing off her charm. Her height was just standard, 166cm, but she had no fat where she shouldn't have it, and she had everything she should have. The overall proportions were very pleasing to the eye.

If I have to say, it looks thin but feels soft when pinched.

It's a pity that this kind of spring scenery can still only be appreciated by a eunuch cat without Doraemon.

"Well, I will read Mr. Zhai's work today. I only read the beginning last time."

"It's too much of a luxury to finish reading 2000 words in one day, so I'll just read a little bit. Maybe words."

"2000 words is enough. It's already very long. Zhai said that catch-up reading is the best way to read."

In a blink of an eye, the sound of birds was heard outside the window.

Lu Siwen raised his head blankly with dark circles under his eyes.

He tilted his head.

"Ok?"

　Today is not the day to act cute.

　　Remember history, 12
　　
　
(End of this chapter)