Chapter 836 It Turns Out to Be a Mosquito

Han Li was immediately amused when he heard the half-grown boy say this, but when he looked carefully at the little guy in the army green clothes, he felt that this person looked familiar, especially the slightly anxious face. He was obviously fourteen or fifteen years old, but this face gave people the feeling of being in his early twenties. However, he did not dare to confirm it, so he asked tentatively.

"Hey, you are a little interesting classmate. I don't have any steel plates on my body, but you look familiar to me. Let me think. By the way, I have seen you near No. 72 Middle School on Chaonei Street.

At that time, you followed a little fat boy wearing glasses to learn how to "beat a woman", but you actually beat a little girl with a broom, and then you were chased and beaten by several girls.

I remember that you climbed onto the roof swiftly, sat on the edge of the eaves, smoking and cheering for the little fat boy, who ran and scolded you for being unrighteous. The scene was really a scene of brothers and sisters being friendly and respectful, which made us who were watching the excitement very happy."

(Don't search, because No. 72 Middle School on Chaonei Street was too close to No. 2 Middle School and was merged in 1984.)

Han Li's words made the anxious boy blush, but then he stood up and patted the dirt on himself as if nothing had happened and said.

"Hey, who are you, big brother? You can't talk nonsense about this. Everyone who knows me knows that I never flatter women. I just play with my buddies. Of course, I will run away if things don't go well."

Han Li's original words were all to deceive this half-grown boy. As for the methods of flattering women such as hitting girls with a broom, spitting, throwing stones, and pulling braids, they are all common methods of this era and their age. Now that he admitted it, the original guess about him in my heart went from three points to eight points.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you should be in school now. No matter what you are doing in Nanluoguxiang at this time, as a senior, I have the responsibility to report your truancy to your school teacher."

When this thin and tall half-grown boy heard that the stranger in front of him wanted to tell the teacher about this, he first thought in his heart, how could there be such a nosy person?

Just when he was about to complain, he immediately thought that if his mother knew about it, she would definitely treat him with her best bamboo shoots and pork, so he quickly said with a flattering smile.

"Brother, you are my real brother. We won't tell the teacher about this."

"Then give me a reason not to tell your teacher."

"Well, I just started high school this year, and I'm thinking about going around all the universities in the city, so that I can set a goal for myself."

"Not bad, you have ambitions and clear goals, like a man in the city."

Every child hopes to be recognized by others, so Han Li's words made the boy grin, and he told his situation in the next few sentences.

This little guy is really what Han Li thought. The boy who bumped into him is called "Jiang Wen". His father is a soldier. He followed his family to settle in the city in 1973. He lives in the compound of No. **, Zong* Neiwubu Street, Dongcheng District. He is 15 years old and just started high school this year.

It seems that in 1986, there was a sensational incident. Jiang Wen was caught by the husband of a woman who was in her seventies and still acting as a young girl.

And the man was at least eight or nine years older than Jiang Wen at the time. It is hard to say who was greedy for whom.

Jiang Wen later became a famous actor and a genius director, and left many memorable catchphrases in his works.

"You can tell he's my grandson."

"Who writes a diary? Do you? I don't. Who can write down what's in their heart? Can what's written down be called what's in their heart? Despicable."

"Master Tang, translate for me, translate what the hell is called a surprise."

"Let the bullets fly for a while."

"Master, I'm on a tree, it doesn't hurt, ah"

"It's just for this little bit of vinegar that I made this dumpling."

"We are brothers from different fathers and mothers."

When Han Li was recalling those interesting catchphrases, Jiang Wen not only asked the question again, but also rubbed Han Li's body

"Brother Han, I just seemed to hit a rock, do you have a steel plate hidden in your body?"

Jiang Wen's touch brought Han Li back to his senses, and he angrily knocked off the familiar hands and said.

"Are you stupid? Who would hide a steel plate on their body? I think you bumped into my belt buckle just now."

"Really?"

"Did you find the steel plate?"

"No."

"That's it, okay, go back to class, you won't get into a good school if you skip school."

Jiang Wen rolled his eyes when he heard this. He already knew from the conversation just now that Han Li was a student in the English class of Yanda University. He was also skipping school if he showed up here at this time. We were all skipping school. Why do you have the right to ask me to go back to class? He quickly asked back.

"Brother Han, are you really a student of Yanda? But Yanda seems to have just started school not long ago, does this count as skipping school?"

Hearing this, Han Li knew that this kid was not convinced, but it was normal for him at this age, so he took out his Yanda school badge from his pocket and showed it to Jiang Wen.

"Little mosquito, can I still lie to you about this? See? This is the school badge of Yanda University. The string of numbers behind it is my student number. Besides, I am a language genius. I have taught myself six languages. I came out today to change my mind and think about which language to learn next."

"You are bragging~, you just said that you have been working in the Northeast for the past few years, and you are only a few years older than me. How can you know six languages ​​now?

The six languages ​​you know are not Beijing dialect, Northeastern dialect and dialects from other places, right? If so, I know four or five languages, and don't call me little mosquito."

"Hahaha, little mosquito, don't say it, I know two dialects among these six languages."

"Then, then, then, I'll tell you..."

Han Li looked at Jiang Min's smug look after guessing correctly, took out a box of No. 13 cigarettes from his pocket, took out the kerosene lighter given to him by Hao Hongmin, lit one, and said after blowing out a smoke ring.

"I can speak English, Russian, Little Red Dot, Burmese, and Mongolian and Manchu. I can write and translate fluently. I came here to relax my mind when I was bored and think about which language I should learn later."

Han Li didn't pay attention to Jiang Wen's eyes when he said this. His eyes were fixed on the cigarette box in Han Li's hand. He had seen this kind of cigarette at his father's place. It was said that...

"Brother Han, are you smoking No. 13 cigarettes? No, do you really know the languages ​​of so many countries, and Mongolian and Manchu? I have a friend who is Manchu, and it's easy to be exposed if you brag."

"Do I have to use such an easily exposed reason to lie to you, a little truant mosquito? Whether it is a mule or a horse, you can tell it by taking it out for a walk. Okay, you should go back to class quickly, otherwise I will report your truancy to your teacher next time I pass by No. 72 Middle School."

"No, why are you back again?"

Han Li was very satisfied with Jiang Wen, the future genius director, when he was young, but it would be inappropriate to continue talking on their first meeting, so he ignored Jiang Wen's words, smiled, patted his shoulder, and walked around him to continue walking forward.

"Brother Han, don't leave. Let's talk for a while."

"Next time, I need to go somewhere else to change my mind."

"Brother Han, where are you going to walk? How about I accompany you? I know this area very well."

"I played in this area when I just learned to run. How can you be as familiar with it as I am?"

"Brother Han, can you please not tell our teacher about this?"

"Okay, but don't skip school again in the future. If you don't study hard, you can only watch such a university from outside."

"I know, but Brother Han, can I go to play with you on Sunday?"

"Yes, but I can't guarantee that I will be at home."

"It's okay. At most, I will go a few more times."

After Han Li separated from Jiang Wen, he left this unproductive drama academy. Then he continued to stroll in Nanluoguxiang. Unfortunately, he didn't get the news he wanted when he was eating lunch.

There was no one to cook at home, so Han Li ordered a bowl of fried liver with intestines instead of liver on the street, and a few pork and green onion stuffed dalan fire cakes.

The dalan fire cakes were freshly baked, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with thin skin and large fillings, and a mouthful of fragrance. With a bowl of fried liver with more ginger, Han Li felt warm all over and his forehead was sweating.

After eating and drinking, Han Li did not continue to stroll in Nanluoguxiang. He planned to walk to the east for a while. If there was still no news, he would come back along Jingshan Park to see if he could intercept the national grandmother.

Anyway, she said in the interview that she regretted buying the courtyard house here, because these courtyard houses finally caused the two daughters to quarrel with each other. If he could intercept them, it would be considered a help to her.

However, when Han Li strolled to No. 1 Tieshishi Hutong, he found four small jade beads outside the former site of North China University with his mental power.

At this time, Han Li's face looked a little strange, thinking that could it be that the heaven heard his voice this morning? Otherwise, why are there three of the four small jade beads about musical instruments?

They are proficient in piano, proficient in guitar, proficient in accordion, and proficient in German.

Although Han Li was muttering in his heart, he did not slow down at all to put away the four small jade beads, and put them all into the decomposition space without changing the frequency of his steps.

However, Han Li did not choose to absorb them immediately, but walked back while sighing that this place is worthy of being the first new regular university established in our country, and it is also the cradle of many universities and colleges.

You know, the teachers of Yanjing Institute of Technology (later renamed University of Science and Technology), Yanjing Agricultural College and Agricultural University, Foreign Language School (later renamed Yanjing University of Foreign Languages), Drama Academy in Nanluoguxiang, National Academy of Fine Arts, East China Branch of Academy of Fine Arts, National Conservatory of Music, Yanjing Art Theater, Youth Art Theater, National Opera House, National Peking Opera Research Institute, Zhongyuan University and Southern University all came from here.

When Han Li was about to go home with a lot of harvest, Jiang Wen, whom he met in the morning, was talking to a little fat boy wearing glasses in the class.

"Xiao Yingzi, isn't your family Manchu? Then can you speak Manchu?"