enjoyebooks 2: Where dreams begin
2: Where dreams begin
The next morning, Han Wen said goodbye to his mother and left home, dragging a rolling suitcase that had just been invented and launched this year.
The box contained his clothes, various documents, a manuscript of nearly a million words, and a large sum of money.
Han Qingyan didn't say how much money was in the envelope, but only instructed Han Wen to hide it well to prevent thieves and robbers, and absolutely not to lose it.
Han Wen didn't look at how much money was in the envelope; he just kept nodding, feeling warm inside and his eyes welling up with tears.
This is what a mother is like—giving her whole heart and soul, with no reservations about her love for you.
Although the two are not related by blood, their feelings for each other are even stronger than those for blood relatives.
After being reborn, Han Wen was reunited with his mother, and the warmth and joy in his heart were indescribable.
In his past life, he was a disappointment; his financial situation was poor, and he was unable to take good care of his mother. In this life, it will never happen again.
Without saying goodbye to his classmates or telling any of his friends, Han Wen went straight to the train station, bought a ticket, and embarked on his journey north.
The train journey from Caiyun City to Jinghua City is nearly 3,000 kilometers long and takes more than 50 hours.
After spending seventy or eighty yuan and enduring more than two days of hard-seat travel, suffering greatly, Han Wen finally set foot on the soil of Jinghua City.
But before he could catch his breath, he dragged his suitcase and rushed onto subway line 2, getting off at Xizhimen. Then, he transferred to a bus.
It took Han Wen more than an hour and cost him a total of seven cents for the ticket. He arrived at Zhongguancun Station.
"Zhongguancun, here I come!" He looked at the low-rise buildings and simple shops full of the characteristics of that era and wanted to cheer loudly.
After expressing his feelings, Han Wen pulled his suitcase and walked along Baiyi Road towards Huangzhuang Station.
As he walked, he carefully examined the shops on both sides of the street, hoping to find his own opportunity.
The current Zhongguancun is very dilapidated and rudimentary, with most of the shops being converted from self-built houses by local residents.
The spaces aren't large, ranging from a dozen square meters to over twenty square meters. Almost all the businesses there mainly deal in electronic products, and they're incredibly popular.
After all, this is the most famous "electronics street" in Jinghua City, and even in the whole country.
Han Wen walked slowly, stopping at the Huangzhuang intersection. After looking around carefully, he headed towards a typing shop.
The typing shop has only two floors, covering an area of about thirty square meters. It's unclear when it was built; it's completely unfinished, with no decoration inside or out.
The shop has only one counter and two typewriters: one mechanical English typewriter and one Chinese lead typewriter, which can be used to type English and Chinese respectively.
Hanwen walked to the entrance of the typing shop, but instead of going in directly, he looked up at the sign outside: Ningning Typing Shop!
"This must be where my dream began," Han Wen thought to himself, a smile spreading across his face.
The shop was quiet, and a pretty young woman who looked to be under twenty, with short, ear-length hair and a dashing appearance, was studying a typewriter on the counter.
"Hello, may I bother you for a moment?" Han Wen stood up straight and asked politely.
Startled by Han Wen's voice, the girl looked up in surprise. When she saw Han Wen, her eyes suddenly brightened.
"Is there something you need? Can you type?" the girl asked directly, somewhat apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm just minding the shop for my mom. I can't type, you can go to another shop."
No wonder all the other shops nearby are bustling with business, while this one is so deserted and empty. Oh, that's why.
The other person was so direct, and their temperament suited Han Wen's taste perfectly. He smiled and shook his head: "I'm not here to type, I'm here to look for a job. Do you need a typist?"
"How old are you? Are you an adult yet and you're already looking for a job? I'm a student at Peking University, and I can't even type."
"You can type? Who are you trying to fool?" The other person couldn't help but laugh, pointing to Kyoto University not far away with an arrogant expression, as if he could see through Korean at a glance: "Judging from your clothes and appearance, you're not from a poor family."
You're not very old, probably still a student? What happened? Did you have a fight with your elders and run away from home during summer vacation?
Now that I've run out of money, have nothing to eat or drink, nowhere to go, and don't want to go home, am I planning to find a job to support myself?
Students from Peking University are truly talented and beautiful, blessed with good looks. I admire them.
"My name is Han Wen, and I'm from Caiyun City in Southwest Province. After the college entrance examination, I knew I hadn't done well, so I came out to work." Han Wen said as he walked to the counter.
He squatted down, opened the box, took out his ID card and graduation certificate, and handed them to the other person: "I'm not lying. I didn't run away from home. I really came here to find a job."
However, I am indeed in a bit of a predicament right now. If I can't find a job or a place to stay before dark, I'm afraid I'll have to sleep in the subway station tonight.
This is my first time in Jinghua City. I have no relatives or friends, I'm completely unfamiliar with the place, and I have nowhere to go.
"That's terrible. Wait a minute, let me see these documents." The girl took the documents Han Wen handed her and examined them carefully. As she looked at them, she said, "Let me tell you, Han Wen, if you dare to lie to me, I'll smash your head in."
Sincerity is the ultimate weapon; how could someone in Korean possibly lie to another person?
With his looks and demeanor, he could easily win over the girl in front of him.
"I can type not only Chinese characters, but also English. Moreover, I know how to assemble and repair computers," Hanwen continued. "If you hire me, we can divide the shop."
One side is used for typing, and the other side is used for assembling and repairing computers.
The girl quickly finished looking at the documents in her hand and realized that Han Wen seemed to have really not lied to her.
The problem is, this typing shop belongs to my mom. Even if she needs someone, she can't make the decision.
Of course, deep down, she wanted to keep Hanwen.
Putting aside whether this young man can actually type, assemble computers, or repair them, his handsome and charming face alone is a pleasure to look at every day.
"Your family isn't poor, so why aren't you studying hard to retake the college entrance exam? What are you doing here in Jinghua City at such a young age, working all the way here?" The girl was very puzzled and asked, "Are you really good at typing? Are you really good at assembling and repairing computers?"
Everyone has their own ambitions and choices. We don't distinguish between right and wrong, only success or failure.
"I have my own ideals and pursuits, so naturally I will follow my own path." Han Wen nodded, explained, and continued, "My mother is a host at the local TV station. There are typewriters and computers in her workplace."
I would occasionally go to see her after school and learn from the other masters, and then I would get the hang of it.
However, the typewriter in her workplace is different from the Royal and lead type printer in your store; it's a domestically made Sitong MS-2041 electronic typewriter.
As for assembling and repairing computers, you don't have any here. If you did, I could disassemble, reassemble, and repair them for you on the spot.
The girl's ability to get into Peking University demonstrates exceptional intelligence and talent. Therefore, based on Han Wen's tone and demeanor, it's clear he was telling the truth.
"I just checked your documents, they're fine. You only told me about your mother, what about your father?" The girl paused for a moment before speaking, "Do you really want to stay and work here? Your parents will miss you, can you bear to?"
Han Wen hadn't expected the girl in front of him to be so thoughtful, and couldn't help but look at her with even more respect: "I don't have a father, and I don't know who my biological mother is."
Because I was abandoned at the gate of an orphanage shortly after I was born.
My current mother is my adoptive mother; she adopted me when I was six years old and about to start primary school.
Over the years, she has long since become my biological mother. Not only will she miss me, but I will miss her too.
But I have graduated after all, and I have finally grown up.
I want to work hard so that she can have a more relaxed, happier, more fulfilling, and prouder life in the future!
"Perhaps you are right." The girl was silent for a while, then suddenly reached out her hand to Han Wen: "Hello, Han Wen, let's get acquainted. My name is Zhou Ning, you can call me Sister Ning."
Don't worry, from now on, I'll protect you in Jinghua City.