In the evening, the father and son prepared a whole table of food and were waiting for the students to arrive at home.

This time they invited all Chinese students, and there were about ten of them. Tengfei worked hard all afternoon and lay down on the sofa with soreness and back pain.

A few minutes later, the first guest arrived.

"teacher!"

The person who came was a young man with glasses. He held a can of tea in his hand and walked forward with a smile on his face to shake hands with Teng Jian.

"A Yue, did you come so early? Where is your wife?"

Teng Jian responded with a smile.

"She parked downstairs and came up in a while. I can't wait, so I'll come up and see the teacher first."

"Hahahaha, you kid are still so slick. Why? After driving for so long, you are not skilled in reversing?"

"...I'm sorry, teacher, don't expose the shortcomings at this time. I just got my driver's license when I crashed. I really can't drive..."

The two walked into the house and sat down. After chatting for a few words, many people came from outside the door one after another. Teng Jian had met his students one by one, and after a few greetings, he called everyone to sit down.

The group of people first talked about some interesting things when they went to school, and each said their gratitude to Teng Jian. After three rounds of drinking, the topic slowly spread. The group of students who had already graduated from Guggenheim naturally talked about the invitation letter sent by Liming Aviation.

"I heard that scholars from relevant domestic industries have received invitations. Have any of you received them? I haven't received them anyway."

"No, this thing should only be sent to China. To be honest, even if it is sent to us, how many people will go there, what is the turbofan 18? Liming's technology is too backward. When he goes there, he just does some old and old copying work, which is not challenging at all."

"It's not as simple as it's challenging. I still think that the biggest problem of Dawn is that it's too poor forward-looking, too small in vision, and too small in pattern. If I were a decision maker, I would definitely give up the turbofan 18 project they are doing now, and start with a step-by-step, start by copying the commercial large bypass engine, and then feed back the technology accumulation to R&D. This is the right way."

"You said it simply. Is it that easy to imitate the engine? Not to mention imitation, without complete drawings, you can't even do reverse engineering against an engine, so why are you talking about imitation?"

"Don't you always have to try it? At least it's better than living a good fortune?"

"Eating old capital has the advantage of eating old capital. At least Dawn can ensure that domestic engines are constantly being replaced, so they have done a good job of this."

"Oh, what you said is right. There is no way, the country still lacks talents..."

Teng Jian, who was standing by, always listened to their discussion with interest. Until the discussion gradually stopped, he suddenly spoke:

"I know that there is a shortage of talents in China. Have you ever thought about going back?"

When everyone at the dinner table was stunned when they heard his words.

go back?

Perhaps this idea had appeared briefly in their minds, but it was soon overwhelmed by more realistic ideas such as money, status, and future.

Lower treatment, more difficult promotion paths, lower technical level and scientific research atmosphere... These things cannot be changed in a day or two. Objectively speaking, it is really not easy to make them make up their minds to go back.

But a person at the dinner table is a special case.

The man named A Yue by Teng Jian, Jiang Yue.

He looked around quietly for a week and then spoke:

"Teacher, I'm going back."

Teng Jian's face moved and he asked in a pretentious manner:

"When will you go back?"

"As soon as possible. Everyone has seen the official trends of the Ugly Kingdom these days. It is clear that they will use their knives to China's aeroengine industry field in the future. The last time it was a chip, and this time it was an aircraft engine. I am afraid that if I don't go back, I will never go back in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone at the dinner table fell silent

Indeed, none of the people here are fools. They all know what the series of executive orders of the official Ugly Kingdom meant. The reason why this topic was not raised was simply because they were not so willing to admit it in their hearts.

Teng Jian nodded, looked at Jiang Yue with praise and said:

"It's pretty good, go back to serve the country."

Jiang Yue smiled and replied:

"It's not that noble. I can't get used to the food here. Besides, Linlin and I should have a child, so I'll go back to have a baby and get a household registration."

Teng Jian looked at his wife in surprise and asked:

"I'm going to have a child, but I haven't gotten it yet? Hold it tight! A Yue, can you do it?"

"...Teacher, you are over 60 years old. Can you stop joking about such things? It's like you're disrespectful."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone at the dinner table smiled knowingly, and the atmosphere finally relaxed a little.

But unexpectedly, Teng Jian's next sentence once again ended this ease.

"It's not a joke. When your child is born, I will take it to me for a few months. I hope that this useless thing in my family will not be able to count on."

"Okay, teacher, then..."

Jiang Yue wanted to make a few perfunctory words, but suddenly, he seemed to realize something.

Take him to play for a few months...

He raised his head in shock and looked at Teng Jian and asked:

"Teacher, you want to go back too?"

"Yeah, I'm going back."

Teng Jian nodded solemnly.

"Teacher, your body does not allow it!"

Jiang Yue showed an anxious look on her face. He knew exactly why his teacher stayed in the Ugly Country. If he hadn't had to rely on car-t injections to maintain his life, he would have returned to China many years ago.

"It doesn't matter if it's not physical."

Looking at the people who wanted to persuade him, Teng Jian raised his hand and signaled them not to speak.

He continued to say:

"If there are more, I don't want to say it anymore. In fact, you all understand the truth and have your own choices. I will not force you on this point. Of course, I have no right to force you."

"But I know that there are actually no bad kids among you, otherwise they wouldn't have appeared at my dinner table today."

"I just want to remind you, just as A Yue said just now, everyone knows the official actions of the Ugly Kingdom recently. This period should be the last window for us to return to China. If we don't return to China now, we will basically not have a chance in the future."

"So, you have to make a choice now."

"Of course I agree with one hundred people who can go back, but I can understand that you can't go back because you have your own pressure and your own life."

"But for me, I have to go back."

"Because of the policies of the Ugly Country, too many people have doubts about the development of domestic aerospace engines. If you sit still, the domestic talent gap will become larger and the technology backward will become more and more serious in the future."

"I have been studying for decades and working for decades. I have achieved a little bit of success in this field and a little bit of appeal. In addition, I am old, so I think I will do some things in the end before I go down."

"I want to take the lead."

After saying that, Teng Jian fell silent again.

Everyone at the dinner table was silent with him. After a long time, someone asked:

"Teacher...when are you going to leave?"

"The air ticket is 4 hours later, and the things are already packed."

Teng Jian ate the dishes bit by bit, and then said with some jokingness, regardless of everyone's surprise:

"The bad news is that no one in China picks me up, so I guess it's hard to find a place to live; the good news is that today's bowls don't need to be washed."

"This... Brother Fei, is it true or false?"

Jiang Yue turned her gaze to Tengfei, who nodded affirmatively.

Complex emotions began to spread across the dining table, and a dinner that should have been reunion suddenly became a farewell. The topic that should have been continued suddenly had no motivation to continue.

More than half an hour later, Teng Jian put down his chopsticks, then signaled Tengfei to walk into the room with him, and took out their two small boarding boxes.

"I'm ready to go. Don't send me a message. I'll help me clean up the house later. It's a joke to say you don't need to wash dishes, don't make it smell bad and affect your neighbors."

"In addition, there are words I usually write on the balcony. If you like it, please use them as a souvenir--if you plan to return home, don't take them. I will write them again for you in red paper when I go back."

After saying that, Teng Jian signaled his son a look, and both of them pushed the door and left without looking back.

After a while, the people who were still in the house realized.

The low discussion sounded again. Some people were discussing whether they wanted to go back, some were discussing when to buy air tickets, and of course, some people listened silently, not intending to express any opinions.

Amid this discussion, Jiang Yue walked to the balcony curiously and moved back the thick stack of rice paper.

All the handwritings were written on these rice papers, and the most superficial ones were slightly yellow. It was obviously Teng Jian who read his work again from the old to the new today.

Jiang Yue looked through the rice paper one by one, whispering the words on it.

"Leave and hatred are just like spring grass, and they will be reborn even further."

"Tonight, the moon is bright and people are looking at it, but I don't know who the autumn thoughts are falling."

"I don't want to see you in my life, and I move like participating in business."

The top is the oldest work, with the handwriting becoming more and more new from top to bottom.

The more Jiang Yue looked through it, the more sad he felt. He could feel the deep sorrow of parting in his teacher's heart.

The helplessness of being able to go back but being dragged down by one's own body.

But when he turned to the last pages of rice paper, his movements suddenly stopped.

On those brand new rice paper, several pages were splashed ink and rain, the same poem was written.
Chapter completed!