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Chapter 169: Ding Chou Day, An Ordinary Day of Beginning of Spring (1)

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    "The thirteenth day. We are just working hard to make life as usual and live a normal life, as if nothing has changed."

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    The debate about the shelter hospital is getting more and more intense.

    Probably the ten or so days of the most fearful and flustered days have passed. Many people shut their homes and had nothing to do, so they vented their pent-up anger on the Internet.

    After all, I can't see each other, and I don't have to be responsible for my own words, so I can say whatever I want.

    Yu Wanfeng seldom posts these remarks now.

    She wakes up every day, just looking at the updated data of "Lilac Garden" as usual, longing for the numbers to slow down.

    Online speech has too much influence on people, and too much immersion in it will only make people more and more frustrated.

    Yu Wanfeng has already deeply understood this point.

    Now, Zhong Chumian will chat with her for a while at night and accompany her to sleep, and she will not pay attention to those remarks.

    She tried her best to make her life more normal.

    It's just that some news will still come.

    There is no escape.

    There was an old professor at the university who left in the early hours of last night.

    That professor, Yu Wanfeng has heard his name and attended his class.

    Even met him.

    That was in the school cafeteria.

    Yu Wanfeng went to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and when he was queuing up for hot and dry noodles, he saw a white-haired old man, serving a bowl of porridge, waiting beside the line, as if he was waiting for a row of students to pass by, and went to get a bowl of porridge from the window.  pickles.

    Yu Wanfeng asked one more question and passed the pickles for him.

    The old man thanked Yu Wanfeng, took out a bottle of fermented bean curd from his cloth bag, and asked Yu Wanfeng if he could open it for him.

    Full of confidence, Yu Wanfeng opened the lid two or three times. Unexpectedly, the pressure was released, and some fermented bean curd sprayed out, and half of the bottle of fermented bean curd was gone.

    Yu Wanfeng blushed and apologized embarrassingly.

    Unexpectedly, the old man laughed and said, "Little girl, I have invited you for this breakfast."

    Yu Wanfeng blushed even more.

    Later, Yu Wanfeng went to other colleges to attend courses, and when she looked up to see the lecturer, she realized that the professor was actually an old man she met in the cafeteria. After a while, she listened more seriously to the class.

    Who would have thought that hearing the name of the old professor again after many days was due to such bad news.

    Yu Wanfeng was in a sinking mood, and told Zhong Chumian about it.

    Zhong Chumian comforted her: "Everyone is mortal, either lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai."

    Yu Wanfeng's eyes moved slightly: "Life and death are lighter than a feather to the bystanders, but to those who have experienced it personally, it is heavier than Mount Tai."

    Zhong Chumian asked her: "Which matter falls on us now, isn't it more important than Mount Tai?"

    Yu Wanfeng nodded.

    She remembered that sentence.

    A grain of ashes of the times, falling on everyone, is like a mountain.

    It was too heavy to breathe.

    But they choose to carry this mountain on their backs, even if they falter, they will move forward bravely.

    Zhong Chumian shook her hand: "I think, when the old professor left, he should be calm. Because he has traveled a long way in life, done many things he wanted to do, and enjoyed family happiness. We should do it for him.  He feels relieved that he doesn't have to suffer from the disease anymore."

    Yu Wanfeng nodded.

    She buried her head in eating the porridge she had just cooked.

    Congee and pickles, simple and light.

    After taking two bites, he raised his head and was very aggrieved: "Zhong Chumian, I want to eat hot dry noodles."

    I want to eat hot dry noodles.

    She has been yelling about this for several days.

    It seems that I really want to eat it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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