921: Chapter 503 Send Books Computer_2 921: Chapter 503 Send Books Computer_2 “Scram, scram, scram, what the hell is this crap?” the old man grumbled without waiting for the young man to finish.
“I knew that kid was up to no good, publishing such fabrications.
Disgusting, isn’t it?”
“It’s true!” the young man whispered in addition.
“What?” The old man was in the middle of his grumble when he reflexively asked back.
“This book is true; the author wrote about his personal experiences, things that truly happened…” said the young man, his voice carrying an indescribable tone.
“Uh…” An exclamation escaped from the old man’s throat before he muttered, “I’ve been saying that all along!
That Arican guy who gave the lecture the other day was right, not a single innocent soul under the atomic bomb.”
Having said that, he caught sight of a bus from Tanghe County to Sancha River Town making a slow turn.
He yanked open the door and hopped out, waving his arm and running toward the bus.
The young man was still pondering his words when he realized that the old man had left the vehicle.
Sticking his head out, he called after him, “Old man, you don’t want your book?”
“It’s yours now, take it ho for kindling!” The old man waved his hand dismissingly, not carrying away a single cloud and leaving behind the tattered book.
“We don’t even burn wood at my ho!” mumbled the young man as he prepared to discard the book but then thought better of it and left it in the car.
The vehicle moved along the road toward the city, where the leaves of the poplar trees lining the way had mostly fallen, and the sprouts of wheat were peeking out of the soil.
The yellow-brown of the earth contrasted with the fresh green of the sprouts, and occasionally one could see a shepherd guiding several pure white goats along the dry edges of the fields.
Even though he was young, the young man’s experiences would be considered breathtaking by any ordinary person, given the peculiar nature of his work.
Perhaps because of what the old man had said earlier, the usual scenes he was now looking at seed to provoke a bit more thought than usual.
“Not a single innocent soul under the atomic bomb,” that was a phrase Sweeney had uttered in a speech before the Arican Congress the year before last.
Charles Sweeney was his full na, a retired major general of the Arican Air Force.
Perhaps not many people were familiar with the na, but he was the only pilot who had participated in the atomic bombings of Japan during that global conflict in which practically the entire world was involved.
Due to the lack of information dissemination, most ordinary people in the country were unaware of this statent, let alone who had made it.
The old man had uttered those words spontaneously, but young people tend to be more sentintal.
The young man’s mind swirled with various thoughts until he saw soone burning straw in a dried-up roadside ditch.
New straw had co in, so the old, unused straw from previous years was now worthless.
There was nowhere to store it, and so had decayed so much that it was no good even for cooking.
So, they simply piled it in the ditch and burned it to enrich the soil.
The young man stopped his car and casually threw the book into the pile of straw before hitting the road again.
Indeed, after discarding the book, his mood lifted significantly.
Rembering the way the old man had reacted when he said the book was based on true events, with a face like he had swallowed a fly, the young man suddenly chuckled, “Even the old man has his monts of embarrassnt!
Haha…”
The old man, whom he considered to be embarrassed, was inwardly fuming, pondering how to ask the young man where he got such a book.
He was convinced that this sort of toxic trash capable of causing a terrible influence couldn’t have entered through legitimate channels.
If it was just one book, it would have been okay, but any more than that would be a serious issue.
Unfortunately, after idling by the entrance to the cattle farm for a while without seeing anyone, he realized that Boss Yan was likely packing up to go to the Provincial City to see his wife.
Frustrated, he decided to go to the station and squat watching people play chess, returning ho after dark to eat buns and sip tofu soup, still thinking about the youngster who had given him the book.
Recalling the book as he looked at the white tofu, his appetite vanished.
He had no idea that Yan Fei was currently enjoying a hearty appetite.
Yan Fei was sitting in that foreigner-owned restaurant, surrounded by a bunch of girls, relishing a well-prepared steak while chatting with Miss Xu Xiaoyan, both of them in high spirits.
The al wasn’t rely his own doing or Miss Xu Xiaoyan’s craving.
The oldest girl in their dormitory had gotten a boyfriend, and the entire dormitory had demanded they be treated to a al, so they ended up here.
Of course, the dining location was chosen by the boyfriend, these girls wouldn’t dream of deliberately fleecing soone.
Since they all shared a dorm, such occasions normally ended with a simple treat.
In line with their family backgrounds, even inviting everyone to a al in the school cafeteria was acceptable to all involved.
However, this particular girl was from the Provincial City, and her boyfriend was quite the big spender, dramatically deciding to treat Xu Xiaoyan and the entire dorm to beef.
Yan Fei had just happened to arrive in ti and joined them.
In recent years, social norms had beco more liberal.
Previously, dating was done covertly, and schools did not endorse it.
Now, schools turned a blind eye; these students were of an age where, if in the countryside, they would already have children fetching soy sauce.
So things cannot be prohibited, and it’s better not to try to ban them.
Instead, providing proper guidance was much better than strict prohibition.
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