C163 Recording the Lives of the People at the Train Station

Cheng Jianjun was sitting in his study with a five-year-old child next to him. The child was reading the hand-drawn drawings of the Hangzhou train station that Cheng Jianjun had started drawing since 1990.

To be honest, Cheng Jianjun himself had forgotten how many drawings he had spent. He only knew that each one was from the same era.

Along with the childish words of the child, Cheng Jianjun narrated the story of the era that belonged to him.

The first one was the train station in 1990. At that time, it was still a green-skinned train and there was no express train at that time. In his first year, because he was poor, he sat on a hard seat.

Waiting for a train at that time was not difficult, but it was very difficult to get on the train. Because it was too difficult to enter through the door, more people had to enter through the window.

Yes, China in 1990 was a poor country, but at that time, every young man had hope on his face. They looked forward to changing the history of this world. They cut off the corners and changed the life of the country. As the elders said, upstairs and downstairs, on the TV.

Cheng Jianjun said to his son in a low voice, "Yi Yi, this is a picture that dad drew when he was in school. This is a train, and this is the train station that dad saw in the past. "

"Dad, what is a train station?" Cheng Hongyi looked at Cheng Jianjun with a puzzled expression. At his young age, he did not know what it looked like 24 years ago.

"It's the big car that you and Mom went to grandma's house to make. It was very fast. It was the big car that ran on the railway tracks. " Cheng Jianjun smiled. "The big train is at the train station. "

Cheng Hongyi's little fat finger pointed at the train station. It's a picture, This was the train station in 1995. This year, Cheng Jianjun ended his undergraduate college studies and officially became a master's student. The days of Ben Shuo's consecutive studies began to change in this year.

Cheng Hongyi tilted his head and looked at Cheng Jianjun. "Dad, why are these people different from that one?"

"Yeah. . . Why are they different?" Cheng Jianjun also asked himself in his heart.

Did his mentality change?

In 1990, he was a university student. He was filled with anxiety and ignorance when he was 18 years old. At that time, everything he saw was fresh. Everything he saw was bliss.

In 1995, he was a master's student. His habits and appraisal were at the age of 23. At this time, he was familiar with everything he saw. He no longer felt the novelty of carrying a bag and leaving home. There was no more excitement. Love, there was only a step-by-step process or. . . A step-by-step process.

Since when did he start looking at these things in his eyes?

Was it when he was researching the brake technology, or was it when he was experimenting with the new material technology? I don't remember. I just remember that I didn't trigger a lot of things at some point in time. There was only silence, watching everything quietly, staring blankly at everything.

'Right, I'm not as smart as before. ' So it was different to look at people. Therefore, this picture was only prosperous and did not have any intelligence.

Cheng Hongyi turned around and looked at Cheng Jianjun. "Dad, you have a puppy in this picture. Why is there not a single animal in this picture?"

Cheng Jianjun's lips curled up. Perhaps he was really immersed in his own world? Therefore, many things that he saw at this time were boring to talk about.

More importantly, at this time, Cheng Jianjun was facing the gap between an undergraduate and a master's degree. He needed to study continuously and take out more results. And this result was too difficult for him, right?

"Yeah, dad didn't draw any small animals at that time. " Cheng Jianjun also sighed. At that time, the pressure of studying was reflected on the blueprint.

"Dad, in this picture, there is an old grandpa holding a bird cage. " Cheng Hongyi looked at Cheng Jianjun curiously.

This was in 1999. Cheng Jianjun was going to move into Shanghai's railway department. This was the first big thing in his life, which was to carry out his work.

His perturbed mood was like a small bird in a cage. He wanted freedom, but he was also worried that his future would be a mess.

While searching for peace and stability, he did his best, yet he yearned for poetry and the future.

It was also because he envied birds that there were more birds in the picture. There were birds that spread their wings and flew high into the sky, birds that hovered in the air, birds that sang in cages, and even pigeons that ate rice in the square.

Perhaps at this moment, his state of mind had changed. So when he looked at the appearance of the pigeons, they looked different when he drew them, right?

Obviously, Cheng Jianjun was more interested in drawing the pigeon at that time.

"Do you know these birds?" Cheng Jianjun asked Cheng Hongyi.

"Father, do these birds have any special meaning?" Cheng Hongyi looked at Cheng Jianjun strangely.

"What do you think?" Cheng Jianjun looked at his son.

"I think these birds are more happy, as if they really like their lives now. "

Cheng Hongyi is a sensitive person. Cheng Jianjun always knew how to feel children.

"Yeah, at that time, there were a lot of birds at Hangzhou railway station. " Cheng Jianjun smiled. "Life was very happy. "

"Then. . . Dad, what about this?" Cheng Hongyi pointed to a map and asked.

This was in 2005, when the Chengjian Army and Su Jianguo were working on the train brake together, they had frequent contact with Huang Lin. At this time, the Jianjun Corps looked at everything with a sense of frustration and frustration.

Because of this, the color was dim. There were anxious people everywhere. They were in a hurry and did not seem to be idle. Everyone's eyes were blank, and they did not look relaxed at all.

"Dad, what year is it?" Cheng Hongyi asked curiously.

"2005" Cheng Jianjun rubbed Cheng Hongyi's head and said, "This year, Mom and Dad have not known each other for long. "

"This year, Father, are you very unhappy?" Cheng Hongyi. He could sense the pressure within the painting.

"That's right. This year, Father's mood wasn't too good. " Cheng Jianjun nodded.

"Dad, this year. . . " Cheng Hongyi pointed at another map. This was the year 2008. This year, Cheng Jianjun and Su Jianguo had the idea of making a move. It was also this year that Cheng Jianjun and Zhang Yuan got engaged.

"Yeah, this year, dad and mom got engaged. " Cheng Jianjun smiled. Therefore, in this year, Cheng Jianjun had drawn a lot more flowers. The sky was blue, and flowers bloomed in the warm spring.

"No wonder I saw so many flowers. Dad must know that he likes flowers. " Cheng Hong Yi started laughing.

"Yes, Mom likes flowers. " Cheng Jianjun felt that his son should be an artistic child.

"Dad, did you have something good this year?" Cheng Hongyi pointed to a picture. It was a picture full of smiles.

This year. . . Was 2009. . . This year, Cheng Jianjun finally understood the importance of team building. The most important thing in this year was. . . His son, Cheng Hongyi, was born.

"Yi Yi. . . " Cheng Jian Jun rubbed Cheng Hongyi's head. His feelings, along with his brush, would be merged into his past paintings, recording his feelings, recording his life.

"Oh?" Cheng Hongyi raised his head and looked at Cheng Jianjun.

"This year, you were born. You are the continuation of father's life, and also father's life. " Cheng Jian Jun tightly hugged Cheng Hongyi.

"So it is my birthday. " Cheng Hongyi smiled happily.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan pushed open the door and entered. "Jianjun, it's time for us to go to Jianguo's house. Su Cong is participating in the competition today. We are going to watch the competition. "

"Alright. " Jianjun Cheng nodded.

At Su Jianguo's house, Su Jianguo was about to bring his son, Su Cong, out when his phone rang. It was a call from his third brother.

"Hello, big brother. . . " Su Jianguo's younger brother said.

"Mhm. " Su Jianguo nodded lightly. "Why did you suddenly call me?"

"Big brother, I heard that my nephew is participating in today's youth competition. I specially waved my flag to cheer for my nephew. Immediately, I opened WeChat. "

Before Su Jianguo could react, he hung up the phone and sent a video over through WeChat.

Su Jianguo picked up the video on WeChat and Su Cong walked over. "Second Uncle. "

"Congcong, Second Uncle knows that you are going to participate in the competition today. Remember to work hard. Today, Uncle's product is going offline as well. Let's do the research and development of a pole together. Work hard. "

Su Cong blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "Second Uncle, promise to take me to your company to take a look. Don't lie to me. "

"Eldest nephew, you are the pride of our Su family. I will definitely go and see you. I won't lie to you. Alright, remember to receive my gift in a few days. "

Su Cong laughed very happily.

Su Jianguo looked at his second brother, his youngest brother. Back then, he did not take the university entrance exam and went to Shenzhen to do business.

In the blink of an eye, 15 years had passed. He had already become a senior technical worker in the field of dipole management.

That's right. Many a time, the cutting-edge technology could not be separated from research and development like the Jianjun Corps. Similarly, it could not be separated from technology inheritors like Su Jianguo.

Advanced technical workers, their ability to make moves, their research and development ability, and their ability to improve technology were what the country needed.

And this time, the youth competition Su Cong participated in was an interesting competition of skills, and it was a competition of skills that the technical experts had learned in the past.

But it was also a competition of the creative ability to convert the manual skills of the technical staff into electronic technology.

Su Jianguo had never known that his son was a child who liked electronic technology. He was a child who liked to convert electronic technology into machine control.

Su Jianguo only thought that Su Cong was a child with a talent for history.

It was only half a year ago when he saw Su Cong discussing the invention of the Er pole and intelligent machine with his brother.

Only then did Su Jianguo understand that the invention wasn't too far away from him.

It turned out that innovation wasn't a patent for adults. It was also an opportunity for teenagers.

This time, Su Jianguo invited his teacher, Zhao Cheng, his good friend, Cheng Jianjun, as well as the Section Chief, Zhang Hong, whom he had known for many years.

Su Jianguo's goal was very simple. He wanted the three generations of old, middle, and young people to gather together, and let the older generation of workers see how outstanding the young people were in the future.

Sometimes, the future of China was not only entrusted to the middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, but more importantly, entrusted to the young man in his teens.

The quality of the next generation, the creativity of the next generation, and the speed at which China's century-old revival would be decided.

Su Jianguo felt that it was time to let his leaders and friends see how intelligent and wise the next generation of China was.