long love story

When Genius is reunited with their mother and son, I can't be selfish and playful and keep him from going back.

On the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, I sent him to the station and pulled him with all my heart, and made up a nonsense sentence: "Parting farewell will send you off in this way, there will be no willows, no wine, and there will be love."

"Okay, I'll be back only on the seventh day of the lunar new year, can I spend the Lantern Festival with you then?"

On the day of thirty, I was alone again, but now compared with that year, there is no pain, loneliness, and depression.But the yearning is still there, trapped in the boundless lovesickness, aggrieved, tearful, thinking that someone is watching the new year?Still chatting with his mother?Are you still thinking about the person in your heart like me?

Forget it, it's rare for him to go back and spend a few days with his aunt, so that they can have a good reunion with their mother and son.I'd better think about my own suffering first. When I think of old man Wen walking out of the classroom with his hands behind his back and handouts in his hand, with his chest up and his belly in his hands, I tremble all over. Then think about the sentence he said "" Ladies and gentlemen... don't let the old man down." I had nightmares even when I was sleeping.

Quietly thinking about how to write, the [-] words flashed and jumped in my head like a dancing lantern.

Really depressed, got up and opened the window to watch the fireworks blooming in the sky outside.

Send someone a message: "Someone is setting off fireworks outside, but I don't think those fireworks look as good as yours."

I'm sick, right? Didn't I say not to bother him?Why are you so cheap to send a message.

Someone wrote back: "There is a slight moonlight tonight, but I think it is brighter and wider than you."

What is this?Deliberately teasing me!But why do you still unconsciously raise your head to see if there is a moon in the night sky?No, it's pitch black, only the cold wind howling.

He was given to me by God to help me overcome the catastrophe, and he was given to me by God to inspire me to write articles.

Suddenly I knew how to write an article, "I guess [-] words is not enough."

There is moonlight, lovesickness, and the farewell a few days ago. Add these together to write a lyrical article "Long Love", and quote a few poems as allusions. I am afraid that old man Wen would never have thought that I would be so smart.

Knead my own feelings into "Che Yaoyao", dismember this song as the beginning of the article, and say "May I be like a star king like a moon, and the night and night will be bright and clean." "A few sentences in it turned into the climax of the article length, such as "Who on the riverside saw the moon for the first time? When did the river moon shine on people at the beginning?" Look at each other without hearing each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you." Another example is "Swan geese fly long and light, and fish and dragons dive into water to write." Close the wind and the moon.” Push the climax/tide of the article to the other side; finally, let me make a nonsense ending full of Zen, “It’s the most easy life in the world of mortals, regardless of the vicissitudes of life and mulberry fields.”

A certain person came home on the night of the eighth day of the eighth day of the lunar new year, showed him an article, and asked him for a favor and a kiss as a reward.

31.

Start school as scheduled and hand in all your "winter homework".

When it was my turn, old man Wen didn't even need to take the original text, he closed his eyes and shook his head while listening to me reciting: "The descendant of Emperor Gaoyang is here, and the emperor called him Boyong. He mentioned Zhen from Meng Zouxi, and Wei Geng Yinwu descended .Huanglan Kuiyu came to Xi for the first time, and Zhaoxi Yu was praised. The name Yu is Zhengzhenxi, and the character Yu is Lingjun. …”

Then I presented with both hands a collection of later articles and works compiled by my brother, and a [-]-word article "Long Love" written by myself.

Old man Wen just flipped through the anthology compiled by my brother, and didn't read the articles I wrote. He didn't understand why he just gave me the clearance document.Obviously, for other students' "winter homework", he paid attention to articles rather than the so-called anthology of later works.

The old man Quan Dangwen had a weird personality, so he didn't take it seriously and left it behind.

"He Anqing, Professor Wen is looking for you and wants you to go to his office immediately."

In less than three days, the instructor stopped me at the door of the classroom early in the morning and said that old man Wen was looking for me.

There are a lot of questions in my heart. It stands to reason that old man Wen hardly talks to his disciples alone, and I have never interacted with him, so why did he find me.

He rushed to the old man's office in three steps and two steps.

"Teacher, are you looking for me?"

Students of other majors or teachers in the school call him a professor, but as his students, whether they are past or new, they call him a teacher.

When I entered his office, I saw him sitting behind the desk with a few pieces of paper in his hands. The content on the paper was the "Long Love" written by me. I thought: "No way, show it to someone in advance. After that, he said it was well written, is it a taboo to write articles about love and love with old man Wen? After all, he is a man of sixty years." My heart was beating non-stop.

He raised his head when he heard the sound, and looked at me from top to bottom and bottom to top with his usual style, and then said: "He Anqing is you? It's because of your heart. In ancient times Those who look as delicate and delicate as you are mostly infatuated scholars."

"Uh... the parents who are affected by the body, hair and skin, this student can't be in charge."

"You wrote this?" He put the article in his hand on the table and pushed it to my side.

I thought to myself: "What kind of medicine is sold in this old man's gourd? If you don't give it to me, just tell me, don't beat around the bush, isn't there my signature on it?"

Although I was not happy in my heart, I still didn't dare to show it, and continued to answer his words respectfully: "I wrote it. May I ask the teacher... is there any problem with this article?"

"The four characters are 'ingenious'." He took the article back to his hand, and by the way, he pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and continued: "Extend the ancient poems as allusions, and use your own true feelings to describe them in a straightforward manner. As far as I can think, this is the first time I have met such a student, so I really like it after seeing it."

... I didn't answer the call, I really didn't know how to continue.

He glanced at me, then stood up, walked around the desk, walked to the side, and said: "However, I have other things to call you here today, I just want to talk to you, I want to find someone to express my feelings. There are certain moods in your heart, and you just happen to be the best fit."

I was very curious and asked him, "Why me?"

He led me to sit on the sofa beside him, and stretched out his hand to let me sit.

"Your article reminds me of a person. Your writing style has many similarities, but that person's writing style is quieter, delicate, and simple, like a transparent glass marble, while your writing style is quiet and vivid. It's a bit lively, but there's a little bit of gorgeousness in the light, and the delicate writing method also has its own subjective emotional color, just like adding a little colorfulness to that transparent bead."

"Really? What a coincidence? Then who is he?"

"It's also from our N University. I hadn't been seconded to the capital before, and I was in the College of Liberal Arts to guide undergraduates, but I didn't bring him. I just saw an article written by him in the school newspaper by chance." He said Turning sideways, I took two school newspapers from the stack of papers on the coffee table next to me, and put one of them in front of me.

I looked down and saw that it was published 13 years ago. The old man Wen also saw the surprise in my eyes, so he opened the school newspaper, spread it out, and moved it to me. A name, saying: "That's him, he has graduated for many years now."

——Zhou Pingsi! ! !

The person Old Man Wen was talking about was...he, I suppressed my surprise and asked calmly, "Teacher, are you talking about him? Zhou Pingsi?"

Old Man Wen kept staring at the name on the school newspaper, and didn't see the changing expression on my face, then withdrew his fingers and said calmly: "It's him, your writing styles are so similar that The first time I saw your article, I thought of this person."

"Is the teacher talking about my "Long Love"?"

"No, it's your college entrance essay "A Confession of Long Love" six years ago."

This time I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, my tongue felt like it was tied up, I couldn't straighten it out, and asked slurring, "Old... teacher, you... also read... read that article. "

"I didn't just read it, I even faced the pressure of two-thirds of the judges, and gave you a perfect score of 60 points rather than surrender."

"Ah!!!" I was frightened three times in a row, and my thinking was completely in the "pause" mode.

"I didn't expect that I would receive you as soon as I came back from the capital. I didn't look for you last year. I just wanted to see if your articles have improved in the past few years. Sure enough, I didn't let me down. I'm going to regret giving you full marks back then."

"Wait, teacher, tell me to take it easy. Today's series of news from you is so 'heavy', it directly blew me away. Why did you grade my composition back then? It makes sense It won't alarm you at all? Weren't you in the capital at that time?"

"Hmph, it's not that you are a brat, you are young and frivolous and impulsive, you are happy to get a full score, but you don't know how intense the score is behind this score? Those who scored zero in the pre-evaluation accounted for nearly three-thirds of the total number of judges. 50 out of [-], there are two people who are going to give you only some ink points, and only one of them wants to give you [-] points. The three parties were deadlocked, and the marking team contacted me. I came back from the capital to join the marking temporarily. Thanks to your wonderful pen, you can write in one go, otherwise I would really be sorry for my old man who rushed back after a long distance. I read the composition carefully, and I knew it in my heart. It is not an exaggeration to give a full score. Others objected to the "puppy love of high school students" issue that was heavily hyped at the time. I was afraid that one of your articles would spoil the high school students behind. But I wrote a full score, no matter how much they objected It’s useless, why did they take the initiative to invite me back from the capital? After all, I still have the title of professor of literature on my head, and I can be called an "imperial envoy."

This serious old man can actually play tricks, and he clearly wrote with a smile on his face, "I'm just innocent, I'm an imperial envoy, I'm the biggest, I have the final say."

"This...can it still be like this?" I muttered and quickly stood up, and bowed to him respectfully and bowed to thank him: "The student is not talented, thank you for the teacher's appreciation."

"Okay, it's all over. Now that I read your article, I am worthy of my decision to give you full marks back then. It is also a kind of comfort to myself." Old Man Wen asked me to continue to sit on the sofa. His face was calm, and he didn't feel happy because of my actions. Instead, he became a little melancholy, and sighed: "Oh, forget it, even if I don't see Zhou Pingsi's articles again in this life, I can see what you wrote. It’s a momentary chat, who made your writing styles so similar?”

Seeing him sighing and sighing like a lifetime of regrets, I tried to ask: "Does the teacher feel sorry for not being able to read Zhou Pingsi's articles again?"

"It's not because I regret not being able to read his articles again, but because time waits for no one. When he came to N University to study, N University didn't offer the major of classical literature that year. It was only opened in the second year. I I missed such a student for no reason. I am not advocating big words. His knowledge and talent are estimated to be comparable to none of you graduate students. I don’t know what kind of job he will do after graduation. In the academy, what a pity!"

"Why does it sound a bit like Bo Yazi's high mountains and flowing waters meeting bosom friends?"

"Hehehe~ You were right after all, that's how it is, that's why I have some regrets in this life. Alas, what a pity, I went to the capital before he graduated, and when I came back, he had already graduated , I haven’t met this student so far.” The old man Wen went back and moved the stack of school newspapers and magazines on the coffee table to me, and said: “There are his articles published in these, this person wrote The article does not have a clear scope, and it can be said that it does not specialize in the subject matter that he is good at like others. This Zhou Pingsi can write about everything, and he writes very well. Even if he is temporarily given an unpopular subject matter and scope, he will It can still be written, and the quotations from the scriptures can be used at your fingertips. There are examples to refer to, and the arguments can be written in an orderly manner, even the exquisite explanation of ancient Chinese. You say such a talented person, no Is it a great tragedy in this life to know each other but not to know each other and not to be a confidant?"

It turns out that not only us are so sure of his knowledge and talent, but even the person with the title of first-class professor of literature praises him so much.How can I be so lucky?Being able to know him, fall in love with him and marry him, I am extremely happy in my heart.Old Man Wen said that my style of writing is similar to his, and Guwen once said this before.Can it be different?Most of the books I read since I was a child were selected by him, and my composition level was slowly tutored by him. His style of writing has gone, and it is only natural that he has such a "similarity".

Old Man Wen was still rambling on, I had thought so much in my heart, and when I came back to my senses, Old Man Wen hadn't finished yet, "...I'm afraid that if I tell others about this kind of regret, this dull mood I don't understand. That's why I asked you to come here today to chat with you as you like, so as not to become depressed in my heart."

"I can understand what the teacher just said."

"It's best to understand, alas, so many years have passed, and I don't know where this student is now, what kind of occupation he is engaged in. It would be the best if he can do the literature he likes with his heart."

Seeing the melancholy look on Old Man Wen's face, he blurted out without thinking: "He is doing proofreading work now, and it is completely different from the big literature you think..."

Old man Wen's eyes are sharper than the eyes of an eagle staring at its prey. He interrupted me quickly and asked, "What? You know him?"

"Ah!" I finally realized what I had just said in a daze.

Before I could speak, old man Wen asked again: "Do you know Zhou Pingsi? What did you say he is doing now?"

It seems that at this point, I can only tell the truth, so I sat upright again, nodded to Old Man Wen, and said: "I not only know him, but I also live with him. Just now, teacher, you said that I lived with him. The writing style is similar to that of my writing because he has developed my writing level over the years. Except for the composition of the college entrance examination, I will show him first in every article I write, including this "Long Love" ". When I was in middle school, most of the extracurricular books I read were recommended to me by him who liked and thought they were good works. So after a long time, I followed what he liked to read. Including when I went to N University, It’s also because he graduated from here.”

Old man Wen was so excited that he hurriedly asked, "You guys actually know each other? It's really easy to find nowhere to go!" Old man Wen was as happy as seeing Zhong Ziqi come back to life and Yu Boya, and his attitude was also better than before. He became even more enthusiastic, and said to me with trepidation: "He Anqing, teacher... I have a heartless request. I want you to introduce me, to get acquainted with this Zhou Pingsi, okay?"

It seems that old man Wen really appreciates my brother's talent. Yu Boya has met Zhong Ziqi, so he can't care about his status as a professor. Want to leave bosom friend behind.

"Teacher, you have soothed and silently preached and taught us to solve our doubts. You are really benevolent. We should come to visit you as students. How could the teacher ask to get to know the students? This is really embarrassing us. The teacher wants to see my brother, I will definitely bring him over to visit you, but please allow me to go back and talk to my brother about this matter first, and then you two can set a time and place, is that okay?"

The old man Wen didn't agree, he nodded quickly, and urged me to make an appointment with my brother to meet him.

Alas, there are many people who cherish money in this world, but there are very few people who cherish talents this way.

Go home and talk to someone about what happened today, and ask him if he used to contribute articles to the school newspaper and magazine.

"I didn't get familiar with it in my freshman year, and I was an intern in my senior year, so I only remember that I should have submitted articles in my sophomore and junior years. There are articles in various aspects. As for my impression of Professor Wen, I didn't tell you all about it last year. Is it? He was well-known as a great talent in the college back then, even if he wasn't a student of his, everyone knew him."

"Brother, old man Wen really appreciates your talent. You didn't see it. When he was so excited and asked me if I could introduce you, to be honest, if the dean saw it, I'm afraid the dean would be jealous of you. After all We usually see the old man Wen who keeps his head held high, but how often have we seen him like this kind of fear of missing out on his bosom friend, rather than dropping his status to make friends with others."

"Bo Yazi expects to meet a bosom friend, and Professor Wen is quite accomplished in literature, so he can better understand the feeling that a bosom friend is hard to find in the mountains and rivers."

"So are you going to see him?"

"Go, of course. Since I graduated and left N University, I haven't really met the teachers in my previous school. It's a rare opportunity to meet a rare talent this time. How can I miss you?"

"Then I'll make arrangements."

32.

This task was easier than memorizing the essays. Boya finally found his son-in-law back then, and when the two met and talked happily, there was no room for me to intervene.

Old man Wen was assigned to teach at N University after graduating from an institution of higher learning in Beijing, so he has been living in the faculty dormitory of N University. After so many years, the faculty building has changed from red brick walls to whitewashed walls, and now This small and exquisite building.There are three floors in the building, all of which are separated on both sides. There is a corridor more than one meter wide in the middle to separate the two sides evenly and rankly. There are six families living here, all of whom are professors in the Faculty of Arts. Old Man Wen's family lives on the first floor. In the room on the left.

The building is surrounded by a half-acre yard with verdant trees, and in spring, the garden is full of flowers.I took my brother through the wooden door of the courtyard wall, walked in, and saw that old man Wen had been waiting at the door of his house for a long time. There were a few stalks of bamboo and a few clumps of roses planted behind him, which merged with him. Can't help but remind me of those few words in "The Inscription of the Humble Room" - "This is a shabby room, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the top, and the grass is green in the curtain. There are great scholars in talking and laughing, and there are no white people in communication. You can adjust the plain Qin, read the Golden Sutra."

As soon as he saw us walking in, he walked over to greet us in two steps.Once again, I felt silent condolence for the dean of the college. In the past, the dean wanted to visit old man Wen. Although old man Wen would meet him, he had never received such a warm welcome.

I took a half step forward and took my brother's arm, and introduced to old man Wen: "Teacher, this is my brother Zhou Pingsi."

"Hello, Professor Wen." His tone was soft, calm and respectful.

"Zhou Pingsi, hahaha... I finally saw you today." Old man Wen walked up a few steps happily, and within half a meter of us, he stretched out his hands and put them on my brother's shoulders, so excited He was trembling, and smiled from ear to ear and said, "Ever since I read the article you wrote in the school newspaper, I have always wanted to know you. It's a pity that I was transferred to the capital before I had time to talk to you as a student. When I come back in a few years, how can I still see you? I only thought that I might never see you once in this life, but I didn't know that you were hiding beside this kid."

The old man Wen pointed at me, and said: "It seems that the fate is determined, and people can't make decisions. I have lived most of my life, and I have met many talented and knowledgeable people, but the one I admire most is yours." Knowledge and talent."

"Thank you, professor, for your kindness. I really can't afford to be a student. A student is just one of many students. I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, professor." Nice words, so what he said was just belittling himself.

"One day ago, what are you doing standing here? Hurry up and bring them into the house for a cup of hot tea."

The person who spoke was old man Wen's first wife, our teacher's wife.Legend has it that when old man Wen came back from studying in the capital, with his face like Pan Tanlangcai and Sima Changqing, he won the hearts of many young girls who were pregnant.Accidentally saw the half-quee words written by the teacher's mother, and then intentionally went to visit the teacher's mother's house, and finally saw half of the teacher's mother's face, the two fell in love at first sight, and later became husband and wife. It is a good story that a talented man and a beautiful woman get married for a while.

Teacher's wife poured hot tea for us, and my brother and I stood up and stretched out our hands to take it.

I thanked: "Thank you, Mrs.

My brother also thanked: "Thank you Ma'am."

The teacher smiled and led us back to the sofa and sat down again, and said softly: "Don't be so strange, what professor is not a professor, wife is not a wife, you are also our student, just like He Anqing, just call me Teacher and wife are just fine, don't be too presumptuous, don't you think?"

My brother nodded quickly.

The old man Wen pulled him to talk about the regrets of the year, and the two of you were inseparable from each other. Before I could talk, the teacher went to the kitchen to cook, and she had already ordered us to stay and eat A light meal.

I saw that I had nothing to do here, so I got up and went to the kitchen to help my teacher. The teacher was shocked to see that I was adept at cooking.I smiled triumphantly and said: "Master, I am nothing, that Zhou Pingsi outside is even more amazing in cooking, and my ability to cook simple meals is all from him."

As expected, the teacher's wife couldn't help but look at my brother with admiration again.She said with a smile: "It is recorded in "Book of Rites. Yuzao": 'A gentleman stays away from the kitchen'. Didn't you know that you all know the kitchen stove? It is much better than your teacher."

"I can't help it. My brother came all the way here to go to school. If he doesn't know how to cook, he will starve to death, and I can't just eat for free. Learning how to cook for him will also make him relax. "

……

Then I helped to wash and chop the vegetables, and the teacher was in charge of the big spoon. The voice of "Bo Ya Ziqi" outside came in from time to time, and my teacher and I also talked about other things in a few words.

When the food was ready, I helped take it out, and saw old man Wen's serious eyes suddenly drifting towards me, which made me feel horrified, and thought to myself: "What does this mean? I'm not wrong, what?"

Old man Wen's eyes stayed on me for a while, then he looked away again, and led my brother towards the dining table.

Teacher's wife also told me to stop working in the kitchen and go sit down and eat.

During the meal, old man Wen looked at me from time to time, so that I was so empty and hungry that I couldn't eat much.

"Pingsi, there is something I want to ask you, and you have to answer it honestly."

The old man at this dinner table doesn't stop?Why did it take only an hour, this title was so affectionate that it went up several steps.

Someone swallowed the food in his mouth, and said: "The teacher asked a question, how dare the students not answer?"

Old man Wen put the chopsticks and put the bowl on, looked at me for a few seconds, and said seriously, "Did you organize the collection of articles and works about the later generations of "Li Sao" submitted by An Qing?"

Could it be that this old man has also been burned in the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, so that he can see something strange?

Old Man Wen confirmed what he said when he saw the way the two of us looked at each other knowingly and would be surprised.Then he explained: "Actually, I always thought that An Qing finished it by herself. Unfortunately, that article betrayed you. I said that the writing styles of your articles are very similar, but they are only similar, not exactly the same. In addition Now I know that you guys knew each other before, so I knew that the experience was not written by him, He Anqing, and if you hadn’t done the homework for him, I’m afraid you wouldn’t have written that experience, yes Bar?"

At this time, if there is only one word to describe old man Wen, the four words, treacherous and cunning, would be perfect.

My elder brother is already thin-skinned, and was exposed face to face, so he didn't have the freedom to take it in and out just now, so he became cautious, as if he had done something wrong, lowered his head and said: "It is true that I did it on behalf of An Qing, teacher, don't worry about it." Blame him, he is too academically heavy, and I happen to understand this, so...helped him."

"Hahaha... I really read you right. Your collection of essays really made me value you more. Even the finished products in my hand are not as complete as yours. The sum of all knowledge and knowledge is not as good as you, Zhou Pingsi!"

"Teacher, you praise me too much. How can a student dare to play tricks in front of the teacher with his knowledge of literature?"

"You don't need to be humble, this is the honor you deserve."

What old man Wen said won my approval. My brother is too modest. Although a gentleman should guard against arrogance and impetuosity, he has gone too far.

Old man Wen saw that I didn't dare to answer his words, so he looked at me and said, "An Qing said that you taught him what he is today. It seems that you have the ability to educate and cultivate people."

Hearing old man Wen talk about this, I took up the conversation proudly: "From elementary school to high school, my brother tutored me in my studies. If there is no him, I will use my grades in elementary school, let alone today as a graduate student. I'm afraid he won't even be able to get into a university, but he knows both science and arts, he is an all-rounder, and his moral cultivation is also slowly taught by him in a subtle way."

All three pairs of eyes were staring at me, which made me feel embarrassed, and my voice became much quieter, and continued: "Anyway, he is also a teacher and a friend to me..."

"Cough cough~"

It seemed that he was about to say something was missing, but fortunately he coughed and reminded me.

Old man Wen looked at us with his piercing eyes, which made us feel anxious and flustered.

In the end, it was the teacher's wife who rescued the siege before returning to normal.

After that day, old man Wen sent two or three invitations to my brother, and he would also go to the appointment as scheduled after get off work. Taking advantage of his light, I was warmly greeted by old man Wen twice, and by the way, he was kind enough to old man Wen tea to eat.

How do you say that sentence - cannibals have soft mouths but short hands.

I have nothing to do, just eat and drink, but my brother was tortured by old man Wen, and old man Wen loves ancient literature too much. In the past few days, I have drawn up a few different themes for my brother. Write an article for him to read, and he said that he has never seen a pleasing article in the past ten years or so.By the way, throw another ancient book that I can't understand at all to my brother, let my brother read this book, and then find a way to help him find out the source of the allusions hidden in it, and ask him to read it. Attach comments.After eating other people's food and drinking their tea, how can I refuse a "small" request from others, let alone with my brother's temperament, can I refuse it?

The old man Wen’s appearance was not a request or an order, but his eyes were fixed. He probably regarded my brother as a master of Danqing like Wang Xizhi and Tang Yin, and hoped that the master would pick up the pen and wave his hand in front of him before writing on the paper. Show off your demeanor last time, so that he can feast his eyes.

Thinking of old man Wen's unreasonable demands and someone who would not refuse them, it made me so angry that I couldn't spit out blood, and I was stuck in the windpipe, so uncomfortable that I couldn't get up or down.I could only complain to him, "What the hell is old man Wen trying to do? He is a tormenting goblin, a devil who eats people without spitting out bones. I'm his protégé, so let him torture me, but now he's counting you in as well. Is this just buy one get one free? Is it sent to your door to be tortured by him? Why do you agree to everything? Maybe in the future he will be the shopkeeper and entrust everything to you. You don’t think it’s a big deal, but You don't want to think about me, he loves you so much, you do things for him all day long and leave me aside, how can we talk about love Wushan and Yunyu?"

33.

On the seventh day after that day, my brother went to old man Wen's house again. I was busy with my studies, so I didn't go with him.

When I finished my work, it was dusk again, and I remembered that there was someone waiting for me to pick it up. I hurriedly packed my schoolbag and rushed from the library.As soon as they stepped into the courtyard gate, they saw the two of them sitting around a stone table and bench under a crabapple flower, flipping through some ancient books.

I went straight over and called them: "Teacher, brother."

"Are you done?" He stood up and walked to me with a smile.

"Yeah." I answered him.

"Teacher, An Qing and I will go back first. After reading so many documents today, I'm afraid the teacher is also tired. You should rest early."

"Pingsi, can you agree to what I just told you now? If you agree, I will go to the principal, dean and other colleagues to hold a seminar tomorrow."

When we were about to turn around and leave, old man Wen also stood up and blocked our way. His expression was indeed a little tired. After all, people who engage in literature are either tired in heart or tired in head.What the hell did they say?I didn't know at all, my eyes just stared at my brother, as if there was an answer on his face.

"Teacher, that... I'm afraid I won't be able to do the job, but I'll let you down instead."

"You, be humble when you should be humble, but you don't have to be like this every moment. I've been talking to you about literature and ancient books these days. What don't you understand? And let you write a few articles to see , I also deliberately tested whether the ink in your stomach is deep enough, and whether the inkstone ink is thick enough. Now it seems that I don’t need to worry about it. No one has the talent of photographic memory, and there is no saint, but your talent is enough. Competent for the research and discussion of classical literature. Nowadays, literature is a very lonely way, especially in the field of classical literature, there are not many people. Classical literature is too boring, boring and boring. Few young people can I can’t bear it, and few of them can really find the fun in it. Most of the people who specialize in literature now are old men like me who are either in their sixties or seventy years old. I am really worried that classical literature will gradually be forgotten in the future. Until it disappears. In fact, you love to learn like an idiot, and you have real talents, why do you have to reject people thousands of miles away?"

"Teacher, I was not born in a classical literature class."

"What's the point? The world is vast and there is no end to learning, and there is a specialization in art. Who stipulates that one must study this major in order to be accomplished in this field? Don't forget, I am not a graduate of classical literature."

"Then...then I'll try." My brother seemed to agree.

As soon as we walked out of the courtyard, I immediately asked him what old man Diwen had said to him.

It turned out that old man Wen wanted to keep him in the Faculty of Liberal Arts to do research on verifying the sources of classical literary knowledge and allusions, and by the way check the homework handed in by the graduate students.No wonder old man Wen invited him over these few days when he had nothing to do, and even asked him to write articles on some tricky topics, just as he said just now, he was secretly testing him.No wonder old man Wen said that he has the ability to educate and cultivate people, and said that it is a great pity that such a rare talent like him did not stay in the school, but it is a pity that fate made a mistake and was delayed for more than ten years.It's no wonder that the first time I saw my brother, I pulled him to talk about literature. Old man Wen had already made up his mind.

But it's a good idea, and a good thing.Seeing someone still looking hesitant, I couldn't help but want to speak for old man Wen, so I also tried to persuade him.

"Brother, what Old Man Wen said is the truth, not to mention that you don't want to continue working in that magazine now, don't you? It's a shame for you to stay in that magazine. Now is the right time for you Show your skills, why are you still acting like this? And you promised old man Wen, you simply quit your job in the magazine and prepare early, and you will be able to deal with the exam questions they give you if you are ready. If you really pass Yes, it is good for you to stay in school, you already like literature, and you have even reached the point where you are crazy about learning, let's seize this opportunity, shall we?"

He turned his body from lying flat to face me, put his arms around my waist, and asked me, "An Qing, do you think this is okay too?"

"Of course, it's much better. The school is much simpler than the outside world. Your character is not suitable for fighting outside. Otherwise, you will be wandering like this all your life and still not find fun. You will stay in school and do what you like. You don’t have to be afraid of others running on you, and you don’t need to care about the leaders’ winks, and it’s still stable, so why not?”

"Then I... I'm going to resign from the magazine tomorrow." The determination in his eyes dimmed for a moment, and he leaned into my face and said, "Actually... I'm afraid of disappointing Professor Wen. I didn’t pass the exam, I don’t care if I lose face or not, it’s just that Professor Wen expects too much of me.”

I can understand his worry. After all, the test of professional knowledge is not only the old man who writes the questions alone, but also the dean, several other professors, and other expert groups in the Chinese department. Unpredictable and remote, without real knowledge and 80.00% of the brushes are almost impossible to pass.But I can't discourage him, I can only hug him and coax him to cheer and encourage him.

"Don't worry, you are already very good. What you have to do now is to quit your job and concentrate on reviewing at home. I will study with you like you did before, okay? If you really don't pass the test, it doesn't matter. No one can do it." You are perfect. Just treat it as if you have to find a job after resigning this time, okay? Don't worry, no matter what, I will be with you, and you are the best one in my eyes. "

I promised to encourage and work hard, but in the end it changed again. This shy person, who can stand up to my daily confession of love, has long since blushed.

Sure enough, old man Wen organized and called the principal and other professors and experts to hold a special meeting on the second day.Old man Wen strongly recommended my brother to everyone at the symposium, and he borrowed the quotations compiled by me at the time and used "Li Sao" as an allusion to the anthology of later articles and works, as well as his recent investigation of my brother's literary knowledge. The articles written with him were passed on to everyone one by one to make them believe that the Zhou Pingsi recommended by him was really a rare talent as he said.The special meeting will finally finalize the quota of a staff member, and then start to work on the scope and number of questions to be tested. Of course, this is all a default recruitment. The only candidate is my brother. If he can pass the test, then he will stay in the If the Faculty of Liberal Arts fails the ranking, then this incident will be regarded as never happened, and it will not openly recruit for the exam.

Zhou Pingsi is a person who only wants to be stable and ordinary in his life, and never pays attention to status, fame and fortune, so he is not suitable for entering a company.He doesn't have the eloquent and eloquent ambitions of the Jin Dynasty, nor does he have the eloquence of ancient Chinese, nor does he have the sophistication and smoothness of Shangshu, who has experienced many battles and experienced shopping malls.

He will hardly achieve anything in his career, but he is a natural bookmaker.

Two months later, he was still able to pass the professional written test with his true talents, because he was a student of N University, so he was able to pass the professional written test after two months.