The Cultivation of Rebirth

After the president of the calligraphy club left, the assistant club went back to the club activity classroom, found an empty seat behind Li Rui, and pretended to be practicing calligraphy.

The activities of the Buddhist club are also very Buddhist. There is no rule for how long you must stay. Basically, half an hour after you start practicing, people will leave one after another.

Those who leave usually go through the back door, and will not make too much noise to affect others.

On the other side, the president went to the family building of the school to invite his teacher.

His teacher, surnamed Cheng, is the instructor of the Calligraphy Club and an old professor of the Chinese Department. He mainly studies ancient literature. In addition to his major, he has also made great achievements in calligraphy, French and painting, and he wears an honorary title.

The old professor reached the age of retirement a few years ago, but he has been teaching for so many years, and he is used to it, and he can't stay idle at home.He feels that he is not old yet, and he can still fight for another 20 years.As soon as the school offered to extend the offer, he happily agreed.

The little old man is very prestigious in the Chinese Department, teachers who are younger than him and most of the students in the Chinese Department respectfully address him as "Mr. Cheng".

The president is one of Professor Cheng's proud disciples. He is loved by the teacher on weekdays and has been looking forward to repaying a little bit.

No, when I saw what Li Rui was using, I thought of my teacher's hobbies.

What's more, the teacher complained in class last year that good paper and pens are becoming more and more rare.

When Mr. Cheng saw Ai Tuda coming to the door at night, he cheerfully welcomed him into the house, sat down on the sofa, and kindly asked him if he had eaten.

After hearing the answer that she had eaten, Mrs. Cheng changed to get fruit snacks to entertain her husband's students.

The president hastily rejected the kindness of the master and wife, and said this about his intentions.

Mr. Cheng stood up from the sofa at once, and held the president's hand: "What you said is true?"

"Really." The president replied.

Professor Cheng held his lover's hand: "Then take me to see it quickly."

The master and apprentice rushed out together.

Mrs. Cheng hurriedly handed over his coat before her husband went out: "What are you doing in such a hurry. Don't take it easy when you are old." Turning around, she asked her husband's students to take good care of the old man.

Mr. Cheng put on his coat, and was supported by the students and walked downstairs quickly. The excitement in his heart calmed down when the night wind blew, and he asked for details: "The student you just mentioned is called Li Rui. Right? Which department? Are we from the Chinese department?"

"No, people learn biology."

"Oh, he's a biology student." Mr. Cheng asked with regret in his words, "Did he say how he plans to sell his paper?" Mr. Gu was worried that he didn't have enough money for his private house.

When the president heard this question, he was shocked to realize that he had forgotten this important question and hesitated to answer it.

Professor Cheng waited for a while, but didn't hear the answer from his lover, and asked again, "What's the matter? Just say what you have to say, there is nothing wrong with it."

The president's forehead was dripping with sweat: "Well, teacher, I haven't...I rushed to tell you as soon as I saw something...so..."

Professor Cheng paused, and slowed down his pace: "You didn't tell anyone anything, and you came to take me there, how reckless. It's so inappropriate to think about things at such an age!" What if he didn't plan to sell it?

"Teacher, am I not too excited?" I was also shocked and dumbfounded to see people using the paper that their teachers were reluctant to write on easily as an exercise book.

The president hesitated for a while, and also felt that he hadn't done a good job in this matter.Just because people can easily sell things doesn't mean they can also sell them easily.What if the other party just takes it wrong or just enjoys the pleasure of using good paper?

"How about, teacher, I will send you back first, and then I will go back and ask Li Rui, and I will give you an answer tomorrow?"

Mr. Cheng certainly felt that it was rash for the two of them to directly ask the door like this, but he couldn't satisfy the desire in his heart.After all, he has only such a small hobby in his life.I was still poor before, and I missed a lot of my favorite things.Now at least I have some wealth, but good things are hard to come by.

"We've come all the way here..."

After all, Mr. Cheng was unwilling to give up like this.

"Let me tell you, let's go and have a look first, don't ask random questions as soon as we meet. Don't make a sound when I don't speak."

"Good teacher, I will listen to you."

I'll just take a look.If it's really a good thing, it's fun to watch.Professor Cheng told himself.

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The president went back and forth for more than half an hour, and the vice president saw more and more people leaving, and became anxious.

When Li Rui stopped to rest, he thought he was planning to go back.

After a lot of anticipation, I finally look forward to the return of the president with the teacher.

At this time, there were only a dozen people left in the activity classroom.

The president and Mr. Cheng came in quietly through the back door.

A student who was about to leave saw the old gentleman with a look of surprise on his face, stopped his pace, and subconsciously followed him back to the classroom.

Mr. Cheng had a clear goal, but when he came to the classroom and saw the opposite direction pointed out by the president, he was a little hesitant.

Turning his footsteps, he went to the other students' side to look east and west, and finally came to the seat behind Li Rui after half a circle, and looked forward.

In the eyes of the old man, Li Rui's level of copying is really not worth seeing.

The old man just scanned the effect of the ink on the rice paper, and then put his eyes on the blank part next to the calligraphy.Then he moved his feet and looked at the table on the other side of Li Rui.

There is still a small half stack of rice paper over there.It looks really good paper, if only you can touch it with your hands.

Mr. Cheng stretched his neck in a funny posture.

During this period, two students who were about to leave saw it. They didn't laugh at the old man, but followed the direction the old man was looking at.

Didn't find anything bright.What are the teacher and the deputy director of the president looking at?

The two students were puzzled and left in doubt.

The plan Li Rui set for himself was to practice calligraphy for an hour every day, and it was almost an hour by now.

He slowly came out of the original state of concentration, raised his hand to check the time on his watch, and planned to go back.

There was only a little space left on the paper that was being written on the table. Li Rui practiced two more characters, put down the pen, and rubbed his wrist.

As soon as he moved, Mr. Cheng immediately retracted his neck and stood up straight.

Seeing Li Rui put down his pen, Mr. Cheng went around the table and walked two steps forward, standing beside Li Rui.

From the corner of his eye, Li Rui noticed someone approaching him, and when he looked up, he found that it was an old gentleman with a kind face.

It should be some teacher in the school, Li Rui reflexively smiled at him.

Mr. Cheng also smiled back at Li Rui, very kind.

Li Rui originally thought that the old man was just here to inspect, but after waiting for a while, he saw that the old man had no intention of leaving.

Li Rui asked softly, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"Can you show me what you wrote?" Mr. Cheng asked.

The head of the Calligraphy Club popped up from one side: "This is the instructor of our club, Mr. Cheng."

"Hi, teacher." Although Li Rui didn't know why, but in line with the principle of respecting teachers and elders, he picked up the piece of writing he had just finished and handed it to Mr. Cheng.

As soon as Mr. Cheng got started, he couldn't help saying: "Good paper."

Good word? ? ?Confusion flashed across Li Rui's face, his handwriting was not good.Recalling the tone of voice just now, what the teacher said should be... good paper?

The president didn't expect the teacher to be exposed as soon as he came out, so he pulled the teacher's clothes behind to remind him.

Mr. Cheng came back to his senses, cleared his throat, and said, "You have a great advantage. You write very steadily. There is still a lot of room for improvement in your handwriting. Practice hard. If you encounter difficulties in the future, you can Ask your teacher for help."

The vice president hid in the back row of Li Rui, and couldn't help covering his face when he heard the words, thinking that the teacher was too unreserved.

Li Rui accepted the teaching with an open mind, and also accepted the kindness of this strange teacher: "Okay. Thank you for your guidance, teacher."

Generally, the teacher should leave after giving instructions.Li Rui waited for Mr. Cheng to leave so that he could continue packing.

But Mr. Cheng was still standing there.

The atmosphere was stalemate for a while.

Mr. Cheng racked his brains to figure out how to continue the topic.

The president next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and said in a low voice: "Hi Li Rui, we have something to ask you. Can you wait a bit before leaving?"

Li Rui agreed without much hesitation.

The president looked around and found that there were only eight or nine people left in the classroom, and they were all looking at this side now, so he announced that today's practice time was over here.

Hearing this, everyone started to sort things out.Thin-skinned and embarrassed to read the gossip, he packed up his things and left.

The rest are their own people who have no face or skin.

Old Mr. Cheng ignored the others. Seeing that the most difficult opening had already been done by his apprentice, he asked cheekily: "Little classmate, can I have a look at the rice paper you used?"

Sure enough, what the old man said earlier is good paper.Li Rui answered while thinking: "Yes."

With permission, Mr. Cheng did not reach out for the rice papers immediately, but took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands carefully, and then carefully took them from the thin stack of blank rice papers on the table. He took out one, stroked it with his fingers, and took it up to the incandescent light to illuminate it.

When the president and several other people surrounded him, Mr. Cheng had already put down the rice paper, and with Li Rui's permission, he began to observe the inkstone he brought.

Several other people asked Li Rui if they could also look at the rice paper.After obtaining permission, he picked up the rice paper that the old man had seen and circulated it.All of them showed envy in their eyes.

Mr. Cheng inspected the Fang Duan inkstone carefully first, the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't explain it.

"Little classmate, you..." Mr. Cheng wanted to say why you brought such a valuable thing to school, but stopped in time.

There are other people around, so others may not be able to see the value of this inkstone, if he directly pointed it out, it would not be beautiful.

"Where did you get this paper, is it convenient to tell me?" Mr. Cheng changed his words and asked politely, "If it's inconvenient, just say it, it's okay."

Li Rui paused, and said: "Actually, my family bought this paper for me. I have to go back and ask before I can tell the teacher."

Old Mr. Cheng was not disappointed, but happily said: "Then I will trouble you."

Li Rui saw that the old man liked the rice paper in his hand, thought for a while, and said, "Teacher, if you don't dislike it, please accept these rice papers."

Old Master Cheng quickly declined: "You tell me where you bought it when the time comes, and I'll buy it myself." As he said this, his eyes still hung on the rice paper from time to time.

Seeing this, Li Rui smiled and insisted on giving the rice paper to Mr. Cheng.

The two gave way, and the president persuaded: "Teacher, this is Li Rui's wish, so you can accept it. Why don't you go back and see if there is anything you can exchange with Li Rui?" .”

For the students I just met, old Mr. Cheng absolutely refuses to pay someone for nothing, and bartering things is okay.

Mr. Cheng accepted his lover's proposal: "Well, I still have a lot of rice paper with a shorter year, which is more suitable for beginners to practice. I will bring it to you tomorrow. By the way, you will return it tomorrow, right?"

Li Rui looked at Mr. Cheng eagerly, nodded and said, "I'm here."

The group of people who had circulated the rice paper over there confirmed that it was something they could not afford to use, put the rice paper back, and sat next to it to watch the play.

Mr. Cheng thought for a while, but still felt that he was taking advantage of other children, and said again: "Your name is Li Rui, right? If you want to enroll in elective courses in the future, you can enroll in my class, just come to me directly. My class is better, The credits are also high." It can be said that the meaning is exhausted.

"Okay, thank you teacher." Li Rui agreed, feeling that the old gentleman is simple and cute.

"Then I'll take this rice paper home today, and you must remember to come and get my share tomorrow." Mr. Cheng reminded, and then apologized embarrassingly, "I have nothing else to do, you can go back. Sorry I wasted your time today."

"Teacher is too polite." Li Rui replied, "I'll see you tomorrow."

The president next to him reminded again: "Teacher, the inkstone is still in your hands."

Mr. Cheng came to his senses when he heard the words, put down the inkstone and picked up the rice paper.

After Li Rui packed his things, he took his leave and left.

As soon as he left, the club activity room immediately exploded.

This one said: "Teacher, you lied to the elementary school students, when will your electives get better!"

The one said: "Teacher, can you give us one or two pieces of this paper as a reward?"

Only one person in the deputy office was particularly concerned: "Teacher, why did you hold onto someone else's ordinary inkstone and looked at it so vigorously just now?" Is it to cover up embarrassment?

Mr. Cheng directly slapped his forehead alone, and the vice president slapped him a lot: "You are the only one who talks a lot." This student owes a lot, and he is sure that the two of them must have different ideas.

It's nothing special, it's not worth as much as that inkstone after selling you.Mr. Cheng blew his beard.

After Li Rui left the classroom, he finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

He felt that his life was getting more and more interesting.

"Rarity, what makes you happy?"

Under the moonlight, Gu Huaidong stood under the tree with his hands in his pockets.

Li Rui's smile widened: "Why are you here?" He walked towards Gu Huaidong.

"You won't come back for a long time, so I have no choice but to come pick you up." Gu Huaidong took some of the things from Li Rui's hand.

The two walked to the dormitory side by side.

Li Rui said: "Tell you, I met a very interesting old gentleman tonight, as interesting as grandpa."

"Oh?" Gu Huaidong questioned.

Li Rui began to talk about the reasons for his late return.

Under the street lamp, the shadows of the two people elongated and shortened, always sticking tightly together.

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