Chapter 221 What is considered transformation?
After putting down the newspaper, he went out and asked Lao Zhao: "Lao Zhao, is there any letter for me today?"

Old Zhao shook his head: "Son-in-law, there has been no letter from our family recently."

This is really strange?

Well, in the end I'll go to Beijing Normal University to talk to Diana.

At this time, Beijing Normal University merged with the original Fu Jen Catholic University in 52. It is located on Dingfu Street near Shichahai, which used to be the residence of Tao Beile of the Qing Dynasty. Huixiantang Restaurant on the north bank of Qianhai was also bought by Fu Jen Catholic University and used as an alumni building.

Get on the bike from Xiaojingchang, head west along Gulou East Street, pass the tall Drum Tower, then follow Yandaixie Street to Qianhai, then ride along Nanguanfang Hutong, pass Liguangqiao Street and arrive at Beijing Normal University on Dingfu Street.

The current school main entrance still retains some of its former grandeur, with a large white marble arch, a three-story hip roof, and green glazed tiles.

Wang Deming deposited his bicycle at the school gate, exchanged 2 cents for a small bamboo slip, and went to the gate to ask the gatekeeper: "Uncle, I want to see a Soviet comrade named Diana, who teaches literature."

"Demona?"

“狄安娜。”

"What Dee?"

"Diana!" Wang Deming had to raise his voice.

"What's An?"

"Sir, are you teasing me?" Wang Deming looked at the old faded yellow military uniform the doorman was wearing and dared not get angry. He could only smile bitterly and whispered to him, "A Soviet female comrade, my friend, who teaches literature at our Beijing Normal University."

I felt my pocket and found that I didn't have any cigarettes. Next time I must carry a pack of cigarettes in my pocket, at least soft Zhonghua.

"Comrade Deming?"

Just as Wang Deming was about to continue persuading the gatekeeper to help him make a phone call to call someone, he suddenly heard someone shouting behind him. When he turned around, he saw a person appear in the doorway of the school gate.

A round face, a round figure, and round glasses, this is the round Mr. Qi Gong.

"Comrade Qi Gong." Wang Deming was overjoyed. He ignored the gatekeeper who was leisurely lighting a cigarette and slapped his forehead. "I forgot that you also teach at Beijing Normal University. Are you off duty?"

Qi Gong was wearing a blue Zhongshan suit made of fine cotton, with a few books under his arm. He nodded and said, "I only have two literature classes this morning. The Palace Museum has collected some calligraphy and cultural relics. I want to take some time to take a look and cut them. Comrade Deming, how are you..."

"Hi, I have a Soviet friend who also teaches at Beijing Normal University. I have something to ask her. Hey, she seems to be a professor of literature. Her name is Diana. Do you know her?"

"Uh, I know her." Mr. Qi Gong had a strange expression on his face, and his eyes twitched a few times, as if he was reluctant to mention her.

Wang Deming didn't take it seriously. It was normal for scholars to feel dissatisfied, especially when a foreign monk could chant sutras. He shamelessly asked him, "Mr. Qi Gong, do you have to go to the Palace Museum today? How about you take me to the school to look for Diana with me? I have it in my hand."

Mr. Qi Gong's eyes lit up, and his round black-rimmed glasses suddenly reflected a ray of light. He hurriedly asked, "Are you serious? Didn't you say you didn't have any more?"

"Ahem!" Wang Deming coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and then laughed, "Just tell me whether you will take me to find someone or not?"

"Let's go." Without saying anything, Mr. Qi Gong turned back to the school and shouted to the gatekeeper, "Master Yang, this is my friend. I'll take him into the school to look for someone."

The gatekeeper waved his hands helplessly. He still hadn't figured out the young man who came to see the Soviet girl today. What kind of relationship was that? There were many kinds of friends, especially those who were engaged in literature. They were all full of shady ideas. What if it damaged the national dignity?
After entering the gate, there is a spacious courtyard, about the size of a basketball court. Qi Gong helped to introduce: "In order to give students a place to exercise, the previous hanging flower gates here have been demolished."

Qi Gong led Wang Deming around and around to a cross-courtyard. There was a notice board at the entrance of the cross-courtyard, covered with a layer of glass. "This is where our School of Arts displays homework and articles on a daily basis. Both students' and teachers' homework will be posted here."

"Let all the faculty and students who are interested in the school take a look at it," he pointed to a small box next to it that looked like a mailbox, "This is used to collect opinions, suggestions for article revisions, or questions."

Oh, this is a good idea. Wang Deming was amazed and said with a smile: "Does this mean that one of the three people must be my teacher?"

"Stop!" After hearing Wang Deming's words, Mr. Qi Gong had no smile on his face. He interrupted him and said hastily: "We are talking about the people! This is the wisdom of the masses that we have gathered."

Wang Deming was stunned. Was it really necessary to make such a big deal? But since he had something to ask of him, he didn't say anything.

Walking to the back door of a classroom converted from a five-room north building, Qi Gong pointed to the classroom and whispered, "Comrade Deming, Diana is in class inside." He looked at his watch and continued, "The get out of class will end in a few minutes. Let's wait for a while."

Wang Deming looked in through the window and saw Diana, wearing a brightly colored halter-strap blouse and a mesh bust on her shoulders, talking incessantly about Chekhov's "The Death of a Clerk."

At the foot of the podium, there was a tall, thin, middle-aged man in a neat Mao suit and with oiled hair, who translated from time to time.

Wang Deming finally understood why Mr. Qi Gong didn't let him quote from The Analects. He looked at Qi Gong in disbelief, and the latter could only smile bitterly and shook his head.

"Oh, dear De, why did you suddenly come to school to see me today?" Diana was very happy to see Wang Deming. She gently lifted her hair with the back of her hand, tilted her head slightly, her big blue eyes twinkled, and asked with a smile on her lips: "Did you miss me?"

Wang Deming shrugged, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "I originally wanted to talk to you about something, but now I don't have anything. Otherwise, I will end up in the small dark room again."

"But I actually miss the Smurfs."

"What?" Diana's eyes widened in astonishment. "What are Smurfs?"

"Oh, it's a cute little naked animal with only a woven tree branch to cover its crotch."

"Oh, my God, De, you have such a dirty mind!" Diana took two steps forward, pressed her fingers on his chest, and slid them down a little bit. "From what I understand, you think clothes are a kind of restraint for you, and you want to return to the primitive age, right?"

"Or do you think clothes are a kind of restraint for me? Do you need to liberate yourself and free yourself?"

Wang Deming slapped Diana's hand away and said, "Don't think about releasing your hormones all the time. There are so many people watching us. Especially the students."

"It doesn't matter. They will understand anyway. We have the right to express our desires, don't we?"

"Can we go now? We need to go somewhere and create order out of chaos."

"Play majiang?"

"You are really smart."

　I have always wanted to write this paragraph. It is very tiring to write it. I saw this paragraph in Mr. Qi Gong's oral autobiography. It should be more interesting in the autobiography. Uh. I can't write it. The public-private partnership cannot be written in detail. I have to finish this volume quickly and then go back to farming.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)