Did Professor Yang bend today?

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The small hotel is a four-story residential building renovation. The rooms where Chen Nianen and Yang Zheng live have balconies.Chen Nianen lives in 201 and Yang Zheng lives in 301.

After dinner in the evening, the two of them were blowing their hair on the balcony with their own concerns.

Chen Nianen leaned against the railing and looked up at the sky full of stars.

Yang Zheng leaned on the railing, looking down at the white plastic bags floating by on the street.

Before they knew it, their eyes met in one place.

Sister Yan didn't wear a ponytail today, and her loose hair fell to the side in this posture and was slightly swept by the wind, which looked quite romantic and elegant.

She just looked at Yang Zheng quietly, forgetting to look away.

Yang Zheng pretended not to see her at first, but her gaze was so hot that she finally couldn't help looking at her.

Chen Nianen's thin lips parted lightly, her voice drifted away with the wind, Yang Zheng only saw her lips move.

Yang Zheng could read her lip shape, she was talking about Professor Yang.

The two of them just stared at each other quietly, for a long time, Yang Zheng said, "Can't you sleep?"

Chen Nianen smiled, his eyes became extraordinarily soft, and the light in his pupils seemed brighter than the stars in the sky.

"A few days ago, I went to bed at seven or eight o'clock. I slept too much, but I couldn't fall asleep when I should enjoy it." Chen Nianen said.

She and Chen Nian have 60.00% similarity in appearance, but their personalities are quite different.

Chen Nianen is so persistent, but Chen Nian can easily give up one thing.

She has always admitted that Chen Nianen's appearance is impeccable, which is in line with her aesthetic requirements.

Yang Zheng looked at her, not willing to look away.

"Professor Yang" Chen Nianen looked a little bitter: "I still can't help looking at you these days."

"I can't seem to control myself at all."

"I'm afraid this will make you hate me."

Yang Zheng looked at Chen Nianen's young and beautiful face, and said that it was a lie not to dare to move, but being moved is not love after all.

Yang Zheng said, "I won't hate you."

Chen Nianen just laughed.

Yang Zheng wanted to change the topic, so she stood up a little bit: "This practical research has not been long. Are you going to participate in the program when you go back?"

Chen Nianen nodded, looking a little obedient.

"You must not tell your father, I encouraged you." Yang Zheng said, resting his chin.

Chen Nianen's eyes darkened a little, as if lost in thought.

"In fact, I have never understood my dad's thinking. When he was young, he did not follow the path arranged by his grandfather, but chose to do what he liked." Chen Nianen said: "My family thinks that he understands my ideas. But he has never agree."

"Maybe your father has walked that road and knows how difficult it is. He doesn't want you to suffer that again." Yang Zheng said while thinking, "He loves you very much."

Chen Nianen said: "I know." She tapped the railing twice with her knuckles: "My mother has always supported me."

Chen Nianen's mother had the same dream as Chen Nianen when she was young.However, due to the obstruction of his parents, he eventually became a teacher at the conservatory.

Chen Nianen's initial interest in music came from his mother.She remembered that when she was very young, she was held by her mother and sat on her lap, and the picture of pressing the keys with her little fingers.

When she first started writing music, there were many things she didn't understand, and it was her mother who taught her the skills bit by bit.

She loved the way her mother smiled when she listened to her music—proud and relieved.

"Professor Yang, are you doing what you love now?" Chen Nianen asked.

Chen Nianen actually has the answer in his heart. He has achieved something in this field at a young age, not only because of his strength, but also because of his love.

Yang Zheng slightly raised his eyes and looked at the opposite building: "I can't say I love it. My parents both like cultural museums. The grandfather who grew up with me is an expert in this field. He was influenced by them since he was a child, and he left when he grew up. this way."

Yang Zheng said: "My biggest ideal is to open a small bookstore at the corner of the road, and sit alone in the store and read books."

They chatted a lot that night, most of the time, Yang Zheng was listening.

From Chen Nianen's inadvertent words, Yang Zheng saw the image of a happy, well-educated little girl with a sound personality since she was a child.

Chen Nian'en never thought that such an excellent Yang Zheng would have so many ordinary dreams.

Talking unknowingly narrowed the distance between them.

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Happy weekends are fleeting.Yang Zheng and the students had to bid farewell to the cozy small hotel and endured the bumps to go to the Lanlou cultural site.

When leaving, Yang Zheng and Chen Nianen sat together.

The sun is still so hot, the sweat rolls down the lines of the face and falls into the mud in an instant, Yang Zheng seems to be able to hear the subtle sound of "Zi la".

The male associate professor is getting fatter in his middle age, and he is sweating profusely.Yang Zheng could see the steaming sweat on his body from a distance, as if it was so hot that it was about to evaporate.

This day, Yang Zheng couldn't bear the stickiness on his body at all.She communicated with the management staff, rented a Wuling Hongguang, and took a car full of girls to the village below slowly every day.

This week there is no need to "digging lines", everyone is clearing the cultural relics in the allocated land.

Most of the excavated pottery fragments were broken, and a large number of burial jade wares were also unearthed.

Archeology is actually a test of endurance and physical fitness.The moment when the cultural relics were unearthed was indeed exciting, but the long and tedious cleaning was very tedious.Under the scorching sun, keep bending over and bowing your head for several hours, and then raise your head, if you want to stand up, you will feel that your eyes are dark and the soles of your feet are soft.

After that, the working hours were changed from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am and from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm.

Time is more urgent, but the task has not been relieved.The group was still as busy as ever.

At night, several girls secretly wiped their tears under the covers, and in the morning sighed at their skin that was darkened by more than one shade in the mirror.

During these days of isolation, Yang Zheng only received two calls.

One was from my mother to ask about safety, and the other was from Shen Zishan to inform the filming of "Backtracking".

Yang Zheng really didn't have the energy to persuade Shen Zishan, she had expected this result a long time ago.After Shen Zishan explained, he chatted with Yang Zheng for a few words before hanging up the phone.

The students had fun, laughed and chatted.

Yang Zheng listened to their chat, and was occasionally amused by a few "living treasures", but the movements of his hands did not slow down at all.

The fat male associate professor rested his arm on the hoe, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and exclaimed, "Professor Yang was born for this job!"

When Yang Zheng was first recommended, several associate professors in their 40s were not convinced by her.She thinks that she can be rated as a sub-high school, and that she can come to the university to teach entirely because of Shen Zishan, a teacher who is a professional benchmark in the industry, and his grandfather who is a guqin artist.

Humanities and history are not front-line scientific research. Those who have a flexible mind and a creative mind will do well in their careers. In most cases, the humanities pay attention to accumulation. Many benchmarking experts in this field are already 80 or [-] years old.

According to Associate Professor Cong who has been working with Yang Zheng for almost two weeks now——

How could a young man who is so passionate about work and working so hard not open up his own world in this industry?

Those professors hiding in the Cultural Center under the mountain, which one is so dedicated.Being old is not a problem at all. When Shen Zishan was in his 70s, he followed the convoy to the Northwest to study the Langlou site!

Yang Zheng's grades are all real, she deserves the title of "Associate Professor Yang".

The more Professor Cong watched, the more he felt that Yang Zheng had a bright future, so he wrote all of her deeds into the activity record.

About three days later, the preliminary excavation of Pit No. 3 of Langlou Tomb was completed.

In addition to the jade cong, a large number of funerary jade wares, such as jade axe, jade ring, and jade huang, were unearthed in succession in the later period.

The fatigue of the past few days has been swept away, and all the sweat has been rewarded as it should be.

The media reporters flocked to the place, and the policemen in charge of the escort came and went, and the deep mountain, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly became noisy.A lot of people were crowded halfway up the mountain, and the villagers from the bottom of the mountain also went up the mountain.

Two other elderly professors who had stayed in the guest house of the cultural center for a few days also came.

They explained to the camera, talked eloquently, and narrated the present and past lives of the cultural relics.

The interns, who were tanned a few shades and lost several laps, stood aside, smiling happily as they watched the passing crowd.

Yang Zheng felt a little sad.

Many of them are city kids, spoiled and spoiled. A few weeks ago, they were wandering in various shopping malls, but now they are standing here covered in mud, tired and satisfied.Some of them were complaining a few weeks ago, and now they are all persistent.

The hardest contributors should be this group of young students, but they don't even have the chance to appear in front of the camera.

Everyone only saw the excitement when the cultural relics were unearthed, but no one saw the sweat of the entire group for nearly half a month behind each cultural relic.

After the professor finished speaking, the media programs finished recording, the police finished transporting cultural relics, the mountain became silent again, the smiles of the students faded, and everyone was tired.

The event is less than a week away, and everyone is eager to go home early.Yang Zheng also misses her soft bed very much. Lying here on a wooden board these days, her skeleton is about to fall apart.

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