He was complaining for no reason. Cong Nianwei was laughing hard in the passenger seat. Qin Guan was humming a tune as he drove away.
The two of them had already started preparing for their graduation thesis. The cram school was quite interesting. They had thought that it would be over after two classes, so they decided to attend the rest of the courses.
Qin Guan was the only one who was worried about his application. At the beginning of the semester, his tutor had applied for a place for Cong Nianwei to study abroad at public expense. If everything went well, Cong Nianwei would definitely become a postgraduate student at the Department of Civil Engineering at Columbia University.
In order to prevent Qin Guan from becoming a member of a community college in New York, it was time for him to focus on his studies.
On September 11, 2001, the two of them entered the guest hall of the cram school leisurely.
Today's evening class was a comprehensive pre-exam tutoring class. It sounded really professional and exciting.
The atmosphere was much friendlier and warmer the second time they entered the classroom. The old seats were reserved for them. Those who were sleeping and those who were reading continued to read. They were not affected by them in the slightest.
Lan Jin's hair color was more interesting today. There were blue stripes on the side of his red hair. A few students were chattering when they saw the teacher walk into the classroom. The morning class had officially begun.
"Next, let's talk about the classification of different types of questions..." The teacher was talking excitedly. Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the corridor.
"Lan! Lan! My strange child, where are you? "A heart-wrenching voice rang out in the corridor.
"Mom?" Lan Jin looked at his watch in confusion. It wasn't even ten o 'clock in the evening. Shouldn't his mom, who loved to watch dramas, be watching TV at home?
"Mom! I'm here! " Lan Jin stood up in confusion. He made an embarrassed gesture to the teacher and left his seat to find his mom.
"Aiyo, my good boy, aiyo, you're still alive, that's great! Aiya, hurry up and come home with me!! We're not going to study here anymore! We're not going abroad! "The middle-aged rich woman burst into tears when she saw Lan Jin.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? How can we not go abroad? My dad can't do that. How am I supposed to carry on the family business? "
"Study abroad? Study? Study my ass. If I continue studying, I'll lose my life. Come home with mom. I'll tell your dad that we'll study in China and not go anywhere else."
Mama Lan used a handkerchief to wipe away her snot. Sobbing, she came over to pull her son and prepared to go home.
"Stop it, Mom. Why are you acting crazy for no reason? What's going on? I've already paid the overseas consultant fee. How can I not go out just like that? "
"Good boy, Mommy will bring you home. You'll understand when we go home and watch TV. The American skyscrapers have all been destroyed by planes. Those two tall skyscrapers are still emitting smoke," Lan Lan's mother persistently dragged Lan Jin along the corridor. "Don't worry.
Something occurred to him. He tried to persuade Lan Jin, "Lan Jin, you're really worried. Something big must have happened. You can't go back to class in your current condition. Let's go home and see what happens. The cram school won't run away."
Lan Jin looked at his mother, who was crying and had no choice but to be dragged out of the corridor. In the distance, he could vaguely hear the conversation between the two of them.
"How did you get here, Mom? Why did you run out in your home clothes? "
"Good boy, didn't I come out in a hurry …?"
...
The onlookers in the classroom returned to their seats. The lecturer walked in with a solemn face and announced, "Today's classes will be temporarily suspended. Now, everyone can go back and watch the news. If you have a choice of American universities, please choose your application carefully. You're dismissed! "
When the teacher left the classroom in a hurry, the students were in a mess. Without saying a word, they packed up and went their separate ways.
As he drove Cong Nianwei back to school, Qin Guan recalled the tragedy in America. Two civilian airliners hijacked by terrorists crashed into the first and second buildings of the New York World Trade Center in the United States. The two buildings collapsed one after another after being attacked.
The other five buildings of the World Trade Center also collapsed and were damaged due to the earthquake. Then another hijacked passenger plane crashed into the Pentagon in Washington, causing partial damage and collapse of the Pentagon building.
The total number of victims in this incident was as high as 2,996, and the property losses reached 200 billion US dollars. This was just the impact on the US mainland.
According to the statistics of the United Nations, the damage to the global economy had reached 1 trillion dollars.
Qin Guan was still far away from the Middle East policy and the world structure after the incident, but it was hard to predict the future of his and his girlfriend's plans to go abroad.
After the incident, even the American people started to doubt the security of the country, let alone the rest of the world.
Although the United States had stricter regulations on entry and exit, in order to show its tolerance and calm the aftermath of the incident, when the American universities received applications, they gave the green light to students from all over the world.
Qin Guan wished he could open his arms and shout, "Come on! We're safe here!"
Qin Guan felt that his life had been smooth sailing. His motherland was the best!
He saw the stone archway getting closer and closer. Considerately, he slowed down and drove into her dormitory.
Cong Nianwei got out of the passenger seat. Qin Guan waved at her and kissed her on the forehead. "Watch TV in the dormitory. Since you don't have any classes today, have a good rest. Call me later."
Cong Nianwei touched her forehead and answered with a gentle smile, "Okay."
When Cong Nianwei waved at him from the dormitory, he started the car and drove back to school. Life is so fragile and unpredictable. I should cherish the people in front of me.
Before he could continue, his cell phone rang in the middle of the night. He looked at the caller ID and picked up the phone doubtfully. "Hello? What's up? "
"Okay. I'll be there on time tomorrow."
Qu Xuemei, the chief editor of VOGUE, wanted to see him. Ever since they had cooperated on the cover of the first issue, Qin Guan had been contacting other editors. Why would she call him this time?
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