[The Wandering Earth] Short Story Collection: The Age of Roses

Modern AU, university teachers and students

French history professor Wang Lei x architecture student Liu Qi

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Iles venule temps descathédrales

The cathedral supports this age of faith

— Lyrics of the musical "Notre Dame de Paris"

Wang Lei heard that there were students fighting in the Shaw Building, and it was when the second class in the morning was over.Sophomore students who were electing European History came out from all corners of the lecture theater carrying their bags. He leaned against the podium to pack up the courseware and USB flash drive for class, and glanced at his phone in his busy schedule.

Liu Qi, who usually sends him a wechat between classes no matter how busy he is, is unusually quiet today, and the last one on the wechat window is Wang Lei who sent him a push at [-] o'clock in the morning.On the contrary, the usually quiet history school group posted more than [-] messages, and even the large group of school teachers who were blocked by Wang Lei became lively.

He sighed and clicked on the group chat, just in time to see Lao He from the School of Computer Science next door posting a message: "Although hitting someone is wrong, what the student who was beaten said was too much, I don't think I would feel comfortable."

Immediately, a teacher from the history school replied: "It's not just uncomfortable, even a history teacher like me wants to beat him."

What's wrong?Wang Lei thought for a while, but instead of turning up the news, he privately poked Zhou Qian who spoke last.Like Wang Lei, she is a teacher in the School of History. Because her qualifications are still relatively young, she is responsible for teaching modern history.

"Two students got into a fight between classes in the first and second quarters." Zhou Qian's message came back quickly, "I'm dying."

"Because of what?" 985 University, it doesn't make sense.

"One is from the Department of Architecture, and the other is from the School of Management," Zhou Qian replied, "Why else?"

She then made three crying faces.

"Notre Dame de Paris?" Wang Lei sighed, and suddenly seemed to think of something again, "Which class of the Department of Architecture was the fight? Whose class was the fight?"

"My class," Zhou Qian said, "Class 17, Department of Architecture, Grade 1, the kid named Liu Qi."

Liu Qi?Wang Lei couldn't help but frowned, "How did you fight? Is he seriously injured?"

The upper left corner of the interface displayed 'the other party is typing'. Wang Lei threw the USB flash drive into his bag, held the mobile phone in one hand, and hurried to the next classroom for the junior students majoring in world history.He first stumbled when he got off the podium, and hit the door frame hard with his right shoulder when he went out.

"That thorn in the School of Management—the guy who repeated the grade, the guy who retook the modern history," Zhou Qian said, "Today, during the break, he openly said that the fire at Notre Dame de Paris was a reincarnation. Do you listen to human words?"

The young history lecturer seemed to be shaking his fingers with anger, and the upper left corner of the dialog box frequently switched between "Zhou Qian" and "The other party is typing...", and the content sent became sentence by sentence.

"The kids from the architecture department were already unhappy today. Hearing what he said, the girl from the school committee in class one said a few words about him."

"As a result, the boy started laughing, saying that when the Old Summer Palace was burned, no Frenchman suffered. Now it's France's turn to be burned. He was happy from last night to this morning."

"The little girl cried out of anger at him."

"When I saw something was wrong, I wanted to go to class early"

"Then the monitor of Construction Class [-], that Liu Qi, threw the book on the table, grabbed the collar of the boy from the management school, and punched him against the wall, punching him in the face."

"At that time, the boy's nosebleed came down."

"Then they started fighting. Fortunately, the class bell rang, and some boys came up and pulled them away."

This is indeed what Liu Qi would do, Wang Lei thought.He finally walked into the classroom, and saw the third-year world history students sitting in their seats, some of them were talking in low voices, and some girls were lying on the table with their faces buried in their arms, and their hair was disheveled. .

"Liu Qi is also impulsive." Wang Lei put the bag on the desk.

"I think he's very impulsive." Zhou Qian sent a broken face and screamed, "I don't think he was hurt very much, but he was not in a good mood, and he had a straight face when get out of class was over."

Wang Lei shook his head, he could imagine the scene.

"Okay, I see," the class bell rang, and he glanced at WeChat one last time, "I'm in class."

"Good teacher," Zhou Qian said, sending a 'struggle' emoji, "Teacher, come on!"

Wang Lei thought for a while, and then used the last moment to click on the top dialog box, and said to Liu Qiqi, "Are you injured?"

He didn't wait for a reply and put his phone on the table.

Even among history majors, the branch of French history can be regarded as a minority.Perhaps because it is too small, almost all schools do not offer this major at the undergraduate level, and only a few professors recruit students at the graduate level.

Thanks to the educational pilot program, it is rare for University B to offer a special course of 'French History' to third-year students majoring in world history, which is why there are twenty or thirty people sitting in the classroom now.Wang Lei opened the courseware, stood on the podium, cleared his throat, and began to talk about the Hundred Years' War between Britain and France.

The rustling sound of the pen sliding on the paper resounded in the classroom. For some reason, Wang Lei felt that today's students were a little out of touch—in fact, he knew why.During the interval between his lectures, the screen of a girl's mobile phone placed on the table in the front row lighted up slightly. Wang Lei saw her swipe on the screen, then covered her mouth and almost cried.

"Great," he moved closer and heard her whisper to her friend, "the main structure isn't damaged."

Her friend saw Wang Lei approaching and poked her.The little girl suddenly raised her head and met Wang Lei's eyes.

"Huh?" said the French history professor. "Share?"

The little girl smiled embarrassedly, but still handed over the phone.

"Teacher Wang, look," she said, "the news on the external network has been updated. The main structure of Notre Dame de Paris was not damaged, but two-thirds of the roof was burned. All the cultural relics, sculptures and paintings inside the church have not been received." Spread![2]”

The words sparked a murmur in the classroom, and several students showed expressions of relief.

"Great."

"Yes, yes." A girl put her hand on her chest.

"Hey, I heard that there was a fight between the Department of Architecture and the School of Management in the first or second class today." Some students took the opportunity to gossip.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"It seems that the manager of the school said something like 'heaven is good for reincarnation' and 'he deserves it', and then he was beaten by the juniors from the architecture department." The boy who spoke was full of enthusiasm.

"...Fuck? Hit! Hit him!"

"Student did a great job!"

The crowd in the front row of the classroom was excited, and some students began to gear up, as if they were really going to fight after class.

The back door of the classroom slammed slightly, and Wang Lei raised his head with a tacit understanding, and a boy with pigtails walked into the classroom briskly with a schoolbag on his back.

He silently sat in the last row and smiled at Wang Lei.

"" Wang Lei clapped his hands to signal the students to be quiet. He leaned on the podium and cleared his throat.

"About Notre Dame de Paris," he said, "remember why so many people said it was well burned online and in reality... This represents the failure of us historians in Chinese history education..."

The young professor took a deep breath, his eyes serious, "This is our shame."

There was no sound in the classroom.Wang Lei straightened his back and stepped onto the podium.

"I very much hope that in the not-too-distant future, everyone here," he looked around the classroom, and finally fixed on the young man in the last row, "through their own efforts, they can change the status quo."

"We're going to continue the class."

Liu Qi met his gaze and nodded.

"Hey, you're actually not feeling well."

They sat under the tree by the lake with the packed curry rice on the first floor of the third canteen, watching the spring breeze blow balls of catkins into the lake.A boat pierced the water faintly, Wang Lei was eating sullenly, and Liu Qin nudged him.

There is still a bruise on the boy's face, which was accidentally bumped in the morning.

"What do you say?"

The French history professor put the lunch box aside and turned to look at his students and lover.

"Today when that man said he deserved it, I even had the heart to tie him up and throw him into the lake." Liu Qi folded his hands behind his head, and let out a long breath, "It's been 9102. Such an idiot."

Wang Lei smiled, "Speak more politely." He said.

"I'm so angry, I can't be polite." Liu Qi poked his neck, "Hey, what do you think I can do, I'm a sophomore architecture student."

"Those who have money will hold a money market, and those who have no money will hold a personal event." Wang Lei said, "At least you can contribute to the fire safety conference held by the Forbidden City—publicity, or be a volunteer or something."

The two looked at each other and both smiled. Liu Qi imagined himself wearing a ribbon and a red hat standing at the door of the conference room as a welcomer, and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

"No," he said, rubbing his arms. "I'm just a sloppy college boy."

He wanted to say something else, but the phone he had thrown aside flickered, and he picked up the phone to unlock it.

Wang Lei looked at him quietly.

"Look, Wang Lei," he turned upside down after two seconds, and held up his phone to read the message to Wang Lei, ""Assassin's Creed: Unity" may play a role in the restoration of Notre Dame de Paris," Liu Qinian said, in his voice Can't help but bring a little joy, "According to the SFGATE report, Caroline Miousse, who participated in the game production, said that she had spent two years restoring the appearance of Notre Dame de Paris, even 'detailed to every stone of the appearance'. The development team The effort to restore as realistic a scene as possible may now inform the restoration of Notre-Dame de Paris.[4]”

They looked at each other and smiled.

"Although the rendering of this game is a mess," Liu Qi said, he got up from the ground, stretched his waist, and stretched out his hand to pull Wang Lei up, looking happy, "but I still really want to play tonight, why? manage."

"Let's play." Wang Lei held his bag between his arms and looked at the lake.

The water and the sky meet, the mountain is covered with a layer of tree shadows, and Boya Tower reveals a beautiful spire from the light green.

Chutian Xiangshui across the far shore.

"But let's go to the library this afternoon," Liu Qi said, "I used my mobile phone to find a few documents in the morning, what about that Wei—"

"Violet-le-Duc," said Wang Lei, "the restorer of Notre-Dame de Paris."

"That's right, that's him," Liu Qi nodded, "I'm going to study him this afternoon..."

Wang Lei said, "Okay."

"...Then you also play Assassin's Creed at night, let's climb the tower!"

the boy said cheerfully.He took two steps forward, then jumped up, and touched the soft petals on the branches of Jingtao above his head.

Wang Lei raised his head knowingly, and saw his boy smiling against the sunlight.

……

So Masonry pressed Quasimodo's palm

Well-tempered notes repaired the façade

Dancers in white skirts flow out of pointed lines

The film retains all its past time

Even the youngest, slender beauty

There are also assassins in white robes leading people's eyes

The inclination will always recover, the king need not be in a hurry[5]

【End】

The author has something to say:

"The beauty and joys and sorrows of human beings are originally common."

1.题目《700年的摇篮曲》来源：巴黎圣母院始建于1163年，至1345年建成。取建筑时间中值1254年，到2019年4月15日发生严重火灾，刚好765年。故命名为700年。摇篮曲引申自音乐剧《巴黎圣母院》唱词：“Ilestvenuletempsdescathédrales（大教堂撑起这信仰的时代）”

2. Quoted from the Internet about Notre Dame de Paris

3. What Wang Lei said here is quoted from a real person. A French history teacher cried bitterly in class, and then commented on the saying "the way of heaven is good for reincarnation".There are changes.

4. According to @游研社’s Weibo news on April 4

5. A modern poem quoted from Mr. Chen Xing: Composed for the fire in Notre Dame de Paris