Yang Yan is not a professional tour guide, her introduction is also a hammer and a hammer, and she says whatever she thinks. However, Tang En doesn't care about this. He didn't want to increase his understanding of this university, so he was willing to follow this poor tour guide and go around in detours. The only reason is that she is Yang Yan, a girl she had secretly fallen in love with for three years.

When they walked to a statue, Yang Yan pointed to the statue holding flowers and barefoot and said to Tang En: "This is Lawrence. He has written novels such as "Mrs. Chatterley's Lover" and "Son and Lover". He is a very famous local writer in Nottingham, and he can even be as famous as Byron."

"Ah?" Tang En looked confused, not sure how big this Lawrence was. However, he knew that Byron had heard one or two poems from him occasionally when he was in middle school. This is normal. Byron may know that he was a middle school student, but when Tang En went to middle school, he might still be a banned book describing capitalist pornographic and lewd life.

Found that this man knew nothing about the people who made Nottingham famous all over the world, Yang Yan’s problem of being a “good teacher” came back. “Sir, you are not from Nottingham, are you?”

"Why do you say that?"

Tang En actually wanted to say: "That's right! I'm not! I'm Chinese, I'm your classmate..."

“I am from Eastwood, northwest of Nottingham…”

Yang Yan opened her eyes wide and looked at him: "Sir, are you kidding? Even the six-year-old child in Eastwood knows who Lawrence is."

"who?"

"The most controversial and unique writer in the history of British literature in the 20th century, his novels have been written by the mainstream British literature community and are still sneering at it and are unwilling to accept and recognize it."

"Why?"

"Because his novels describe the lives of the miner class, and mock the rich nobles, who are very class-oriented, the British literary community believes that Lawrence is a communist writer and writes leftist literature. In addition, his book "Mrs. Chatterley's Lover" was banned for decades because it was blatantly contrary to the social atmosphere at that time..."

"Oborder social atmosphere?" Tang En felt that this reason was a bit incomprehensible.

"Uh..." Yang Yan replied biting her lip, "It's just a very explicit description of sex and pornography, as well as incest..." She felt that it was a bit inappropriate to talk about this kind of thing in front of a strange man, so she turned the topic back on track. "Do you know? Lawrence is your fellow villager, Eastwood native"

Tang En knew that he had made a fool of himself again, so he patted his forehead, not knowing what to say. At this time, the person who rescued him came. A group of Chinese students wearing bright red Tang suits came towards him, and they shouted Yang Yan's name loudly.

"Yang Yan, Yang Yan!"

Yang Yan turned around and saw them with a bright smile on her face.

"Happy Chinese New Year, everyone!"

"Happy Chinese New Year!"

"Congratulations on getting rich and successful in his studies! Haha!"

A group of black-haired and yellow-skinned people laughed together, saying Tang En felt a little strange but very friendly language, and he was stunned.

Spring Festival?

Is it already the Spring Festival today?

Yang Yan remembered that there was another person behind her, so she turned her head and said to Tang En in English: "Happy Spring Festival! Today is a traditional festival for us Chinese, just like your Christmas..." Then she repeated it very slowly in Chinese: "Happy Spring Festival! Congratulations on getting rich!"

Tang En opened his mouth, as if he wanted to recite with him. In the end, he still didn't recite it out loud.

Of course I know what the Spring Festival means, family reunion, New Year's Eve dinner, New Year's Eve, Spring Festival Gala, parents and family accompanying you, Lantern Festival dumplings, every year...

The idea of ​​homesickness poured into Tang En's mind irresistibly, especially when he saw Yang Yan's smiling face, this feeling became even stronger.

He lowered his head and took out his small notebook from his arms, quickly wrote down his phone number and English name, and handed it to Yang Yan. "Miss Yang Yan? I admire your knowledge very much. I have admired Chinese culture for a long time and have always hoped to learn Chinese and Chinese culture. If you don't mind, I want to invite you to be my Chinese teacher. This is my phone number. If you think it through clearly, you can call me. I still have some urgent matters and will leave soon. Thank you very much for being my tour guide. Thank you very much! Goodbye, and I wish you a happy Chinese New Year!"

After saying it like a cannon, Tang En turned around and left, hurriedly fled from this place full of festive atmosphere and the group of people.

Yang Yan held the note in her hand and didn't react. Only then did the friends next to her surrounded her.

"What's going on? Who is that man?"

"I think he looks like a young Al Pacino, so handsome!" Someone began to be crazy.

Yang Yan glanced at her friend, "I don't think..." Then she looked down at the note in her hand and slowly read out the sloppy English name: "Tony...Tony-Tonen?"

A boy heard this name and started calling it.

"Tony Done?!How could he be here?"

"Do you know him, Liu Wei?" Yang Yan asked the boy.

The boy handed her a newspaper, with a large photo on it: Under the surging red wave, a man in black shouted.

"He," the boy pointed to the man in black in the photo and said to Yang Yan, "it's Tony Donnn, the head coach of Nottingham Forest."

Yang Yan stared at the photo for a long time, then asked a question that made the boy very depressed: "What is Nottingham Forest?"

The boy jumped up angrily, but didn't know how to explain the brilliant achievements of the Forest team and its status in the city to this girl who never watched football and never knew football. In the end, he had to say this: "Anyway... Nottingham Forest is the most successful football club in the city and has a very brilliant history. Tony Donn is a professional football coach. Just know that."

"Oh, it turns out that he is still a celebrity." Yang Yan smiled at the boy, "Liu Wei, do you regret not asking him for an autograph or something?" Then she handed the piece of paper to the boy, "This is also a signature, and his phone number."

The boy refused. "I'm not a Forest team fan, I'm not so crazy that I'm taking the initiative to sign. Please keep it, this is what he gave you."

The girl next to her spoke: "Yes, yes, don't he want you to be his Chinese teacher? This is a good opportunity!"

“What opportunity?”

"In the beautiful and peaceful European campus, I met a polite gentleman, who sent you an invitation to meet next time... A cold gentleman, a beautiful tutor, Oh! What a romantic story!" The girl who was just infatuated just woke up and became crazy.

"Ali, have you read too many romance novels?" Faced with these friends who only met in college, Yang Yan smiled helplessly.

"No, Ali is talking about "Jane Eyre". Another girl said seriously with her glasses.

Ali immediately cooperated and stretched out her hand and called out: "Oh-Rochester! Do you think I am short and not beautiful, and I have no soul or heart? If God gives me some wealth and beauty, I will make it difficult for you to leave me as if I cannot leave you..."

Everyone laughed, and Yang Yan was also very happy. Amid the laughter, she looked down at the note, but in the end she did not throw it away, but folded it and put it in her pocket. She was from a wealthy family and did not need to work and earn tuition and support herself. In her spare time, she had plenty of time to do what she liked, such as going out with her friends, or finding a quiet place to study. However... she still left this work contact number.

Why? She couldn't explain it clearly herself.

Maybe because his surname is pronounced very much like that person's name?

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While walking through the campus quickly, he searched for this year's calendar in his mind. Every year, he would see when this year's Spring Festival will be over.

Remember it!

Tang En stopped.

February 1st is New Year's Eve, and February 2nd is the Spring Festival. That's right!

Yesterday was New Year's Eve, and he led the team to win his first victory since coaching the first team. Today is the Spring Festival, the most traditional festival for the Chinese people, and the most important festival... Spring Festival!

Over the past month, his brain was almost short-distanced by time travel, and then he was busy living in this strange world. He actually forgot about this very important thing - how are my parents now? Are they healthy and will they panic because they lost their son? He never thought too much about his parents, even before time travel, and now he feels very unfilial.

How many years has it been since he returned home for the Spring Festival? Two or three years, or more?

In 2004, he had just graduated from university for one year and found a job in Chengdu. In order to stay in this city, he decided not to go back during the Spring Festival, but called back to greet him on New Year's Eve. In the 2005 Spring Festival, he had changed two jobs. At the class reunion that just ended, although he received invitations, few people still remembered him. Others were doing well, and only he achieved nothing. He was in a bad mood and decided not to go home and embarrassingly.

Otherwise, when his parents asked, he didn't know what to say. During the Spring Festival in 2006, he changed jobs again, and on the way to Shanghai for a business trip, he still used the phone to greet his parents. During the Spring Festival in 2007, he had a stable job and did not go on a business trip, but he just didn't want to go home. This year he found a reason to deceive his parents not to go back. He listened to the sound of firecrackers on New Year's Eve and greeted New Year's Eve again. He felt that he was numb to the traditional Spring Festival, but it was the same.

I have to say that Tang En is not a filial child. Even though he rarely calls his home on his own initiative, he always keeps his words in his heart. He has come here from childhood to adulthood. He is used to it and doesn't think there is anything wrong.

But now... in Nottingham, England in 2003, he had the strong idea of ​​calling his home for the first time. He wanted to hear his parents' voice, even if it was just a word.

So he took out his cell phone, searched the phone number from his home in his memory, entered it carefully, and then stood under a big tree waiting for the phone to be answered.

After a long wait, a sound familiar to Tang En finally rang out on the other end of the phone line.

"Hey, which one?" This is my mother's voice!

He heard, heard his mother's voice, and also heard the sound of firecrackers and the sound of TV sets from the receiver. The host on the TV was shouting, "It's the New Year! Happy New Year!" For a moment, he forgot to speak, for fear that he would not hear the sound from the distant world when he spoke. It seemed that just by squeezing his nose, he could smell the aroma of the meal made by his mother. Sweet and sour crispy fish, Eight Treasure Rice, Salty White, Rock Candy Elbow, Fish Baba, Pig Baba... By the way, how could he forget the sausage and bacon made by his home? These are much better than the damn grilled fish and chips that can only be seasoned with salt and rice vinegar. Tang En swallowed his saliva.

The mother on the other side of the phone didn't hear anyone talking. She asked a few more questions in a strange way, and finally hung up the phone without getting a reply.

Tang En was awakened and missed the opportunity to greet his mother. However, he no longer had to beat him. He knew that his parents were still living well and everything was as usual, so he was satisfied. If something happened to him, his mother's voice would not be so calm. No matter who is attached to him now, as long as he is good to the two elders, Tang En would be satisfied.

Tang En leaned his body against the trunk, looked up at the blue sky, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although today has not passed, Tang En felt it was extremely exciting. Not only did he know that his parents are living a good life at the moment; then he met a class beauty whom he had secretly fallen in a high school in a foreign country - although he could no longer recognize him.
Chapter completed!