He leaned against the door frame. The sky was getting darker, and so was the corridor. From time to time, people would pass by him after work and look at him curiously.
He smoked until his throat was itchy. He took out his harmonica again. After playing "Ode to Si Town," he started playing "Hawthorn Tree." He played the two songs over and over again, as though he didn't know fatigue.
The door opposite him suddenly opened. A blonde girl leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed. "Hello, can you play 'Three Sets of Cars'?" she asked.
"Sorry." Wu Bo shook his head. Unfamiliar English words entered his head.
The girl entered the room and brought out an accordion. She played a soothing melody and asked, "Okay?"
“no。” Wu Bo understood the song. This was a famous Russian song. How could he not be familiar with it? In the past, he followed the trends and learned music. The harmonica was cheap, so he chose the harmonica. Most people chose the harmonica. Every day, he would practice with the music scores of these famous songs. The monotonous scales, crescendos, and chords.
However, he still shook his head. He knew how to play, but he didn't want to be an accompaniment for others.
Bang. Another sound of the door closing.
The beautiful, deep, mournful, and unrestrained tune came from the room. It was as though he was in Russia. He could see the endless birch forest and feel the sadness, sorrow, and wandering of this vast land.
Wu Bo's heart became sad. He lowered his head and smoked more frequently.
He didn't even pay attention to his grumbling stomach.
He sat in the corridor and unknowingly fell asleep.
He woke up once and looked back at the narrow door. There was no light, so he went back to sleep.
Suddenly, his body sank, as if he was on a foot.
The foot retreated in panic, as though the owner of the foot was frightened.
Then, he lay on the ground.
He realized something, but in the darkness, he couldn't see anything.
"Wu Bo?" a female voice asked tentatively.
"It's me!" To Wu Bo, this was like the sound of heaven.
With a click, the light came on. It was a small, yellow light.
It was a small, cramped room. In the corner was a small, dark kitchen.
A bed, a box, and a pile of books. There was nothing else in the room.
Just as he stood up, the door slammed shut.
"I'm sorry, Wu Bo. My place is narrow. You can sit on the bed. "Zhao Qing wiped his eyes carelessly, then bent over to tidy up the clothes on the bed.
"Sigh." Wu Bo was very happy, as if he didn't blame Zhao Qing for ignoring him in the afternoon. He took out a cigarette from the pack, but quickly put it back. "Sorry to disturb your rest."
He could tell that Zhao Qing hadn't slept at all.
"Go ahead, I can smell the smoke even in the house." Zhao Qing was nonchalant. "Give me one."
"You too …" Wu Bo was at a loss.
"If you're upset, just draw a few." Zhao Qing snatched Wu Bo's pack of cigarettes and lit one for himself. He puffed out a smoke ring and said, "What's so strange about that? I didn't see you say anything when Boss He smoked."
The Boss He she was talking about was He Fang, the big sister in the female dormitory. Everyone was used to calling her Boss He.
Wu Bo didn't light his cigarette and said, "She quit smoking."
"Have some beer." Zhao Qing put the cigarette in his mouth and opened the fridge. He tossed a can of beer to Wu Bo and asked, "How's she? I heard she married Li Lao 'er? "
Wu Bo opened the can and took a big gulp, almost choking. He took a deep breath and said, "The child is already three years old. Not bad, the two of them are in harmony. "
Zhao Qing took a long time before replying, "She made it through hard work. Li Lao 'er is a little slow, but there's nothing wrong with him."
He opened a can of beer for himself and took a small sip.
"Mm, they're both doing well."
"What about you?" Zhao Qing asked.
"Me?" Wu Bo replied, "I'm just like this."
He didn't dare to show any signs of success, even pride.
"How old is the child?"
"I'm not married." Wu Bo was still staring at her limping leg. "What happened to your leg?"
Zhao Qing replied casually, "I was unlucky, I got hit by a motorcycle."
Wu Bo asked nervously, "Did you go to the hospital?"
Zhao Qing smiled. "I'm not an idiot, of course I went to the hospital. Are you going to ask me how I'm doing? As you can see, that's all. "
She had only found a random Chinese medicine clinic in Chinatown to bandage her wound. There was no medical insurance in America, and the culprit had escaped. She had no choice but to swallow her pride.
"Let's take you to the hospital tomorrow." Wu Bo's voice was pleading.
"No need." Zhao Qing nudged him with the can and smiled. "Are you curious about how I ended up like this?"
Wu Bo was about to nod, but quickly shook his head. "You're good, you've always been good."
Zhao Qing didn't seem to mind. "You know I went to the same school as Aiguo Jiang. The only difference is that he studied experimental physics, while I studied theoretical physics. What use do I have other than teaching or doing research? But I'm just a graduate.
Without a PhD, it's hard to get a job in a university or a research lab. "
Wu Bo was silent. He didn't know how to comfort her.
Physics was a basic profession, and often required a large amount of government investment. It was difficult to industrialize.
Therefore, in general, whether it was in America or China, physics graduates did not have ideal employment prospects.
Unless they had a PhD and went to a research institute to do research, or became a university professor, or went to a research institute like the Academy of Sciences to do research.
In America, most physics workers had PhDs, and their average annual salary was more than 100,000 US dollars.
"What are you doing in America? Are you here to study or to study? "Zhao Qing smiled." I forgot, you're already so old. You can't study anymore. "
Both of them were in their thirties.
Wu Bo didn't seem to hear what Zhao Qing said. He asked seriously, "Why don't you come back to China with me? Really, with your abilities, you'll be able to do well in China. "
"China?" Zhao Qing laughed at herself. "Just to let people see how unlucky I am? I'm fine, don't worry about me. "
"No one dares to laugh at you!" Wu Bo stood up and said excitedly, "Trust me!"
Zhao Qing's expression changed. She forced a smile. "Don't talk about that. You can sleep here tonight. I'll go next door."
She opened the door and knocked on the bedroom door next door.
The Asian girl that Wu Bo had first met welcomed Zhao Qing in.
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