Did Professor Yang bend today?

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Xingping is really suitable for retirement.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the theater hadn't opened yet.

The street is very quiet, occasionally a car drives by, rolling up the fine dust on the road.

It took more than an hour on the way here, so it is inevitable that I will feel a little bit disappointed when I go back like this.

Chen Nianen stood on the stone steps in front of the theater with his pockets in his pocket, watching Yang Zheng open the car door.

"Come here." Yang Zheng waved to her.

Chen Nianen moved over slowly, with a slightly sad expression on his face.

"You're wasting your time..."

Yang Zheng opened the co-pilot's door for her, pushed Chen Nianen in by pressing her shoulder.

"Take you to a place." Yang Zheng said: "We have to go to a vegetable market first."

Chen Nianen followed Yang Zheng to the vegetable market.

She rarely comes to these places, and everything she sees is new.

The fish in fresh supermarkets grow in water tanks, but here the fish grow in a large rectangular iron basin with their backs exposed out of the water.

The aunt who sells vegetables seems to be very enthusiastic. Before you even walk up to her, she starts to strike up a conversation with you.

Yang Zheng bought a few catties of tenderloin, and the elder brother who cut the meat was still instructing Yang Zheng how to fry it to make it delicious when he went home.

Yang Zheng smiled and agreed.

Yang Zheng carefully picked the vegetables, while Chen Nianen watched Yang Zheng carefully.

In the past, she always thought that Yang Zheng should live in an ivory tower, with books as companions every day, and not eat the fireworks of the world.She couldn't imagine that Yang Zheng would appear in such a lively place, skillfully choosing what she wanted...

It seems to be preparing three meals a day for her.

Such a picture really happened in front of Chen Nianen's eyes.

They seem to have been together for a long time, living a mediocre half of their lives together with firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.

After picking out the dishes, Yang Zheng brought Chen Nianen to Shen Zishan's house.

Shen Zishan, who came to welcome him, stopped halfway. He saw a tall little girl get out of the car with Yang Zheng.

"What should I call?" Chen Nianen whispered to Yang Zheng.

"Just call me Grandpa and Grandma." Yang Zheng replied.

The old man approached with a cane but became reserved. He slowed down and waited for Yang Zheng to introduce Chen Nianen.

Yang Zheng patted Chen Nianen's back and said, "I'm a friend, come and have lunch with us at noon."

Chen Nian'en thought that Yang Zheng would introduce herself as her student.

She took off her mask and greeted Shen Zishan with a smile.

Shen Zishan also responded with a smile.

"This girl is so pretty, she looks like a movie star."

Chen Nianen's ears turned red.

Mrs. Yuan Yi also came out of the house and said the same thing as Shen Zishan.

Yang Zheng threw Chen Nianen to Shen Zishan, and led Mrs. Yuanyi and Aunt Wang to the kitchen to cook.

As soon as Chen Nianen entered the door, he saw the posthumous photos on the cabinet.

The man in the photo has handsome eyebrows and is in full bloom.

Chen Nianen felt familiar, and at the same time, an unspeakable conjecture welled up in his heart.

Shen Zishan asked her with a smile: "Can you play Go?"

Chen Nianen said shyly: "I learned it when I was a child, but now I don't know whether I have forgotten it or not."

"Come here, come here." Shen Zishan opened the drawer and found out Go.

Chen Nianen praised Hei Zi and followed him.

"Xiaozheng is just a stinky chess basket." Shen Zishan criticized unceremoniously: "Teach her hand in hand, and she will not grow at all."

Chen Nianen smiled: "Then I guess it's even worse than Professor Yang."

Aunt Wang's eyes were sharp, seeing the old man and Chen Nian'en setting the chessboard, she immediately made a pot of tea and sent it to him.

"Look, Aunt Wang also likes you very much." Shen Zishan knocked on the tea bowl with the lid: "The tea is made from Mingqian Longjing tea."

"My chess friends came here two days ago, and they only soaked in ordinary Biluochun."

Chen Nianen thinks the old man is very funny, and his smooth Peking accent can make people forget his age.

Chen Nianen calmed down and watched the old man settle down.

Shen Zishan suddenly whispered: "Don't pay attention to the photo on the cabinet, that's not Xiaozheng's father. That's my son."

Chen Nianen was slightly startled, and it took a while to realize what the old man meant.

"Xiaozheng is not my own granddaughter, but she is better than my own granddaughter." Shen Zishan said.

Among the fire and light stones, the characters in the posthumous photos coincided with those of Chen Nianen when he checked the information.

"You are...Mr. Shen Zishan"

Shen Zishan nodded.

Chen Nianen couldn't sit still, she stood up, feeling uneasy.

Shen Zishan didn't expect the girl to react so strongly, so he quickly asked her to sit down.

"Mr. Shen... I also study archeology. To tell you the truth, I am a student of Professor Yang."

Shen Zishan laughed: "So you are my teacher, don't hold back, sit down, come and play chess."

Only then did Chen Nianen dare to sit down.

Anyone whose major has something to do with cultural, museum, history and archeology knows Shen Zishan's name.

The only person since the Republic of China has never been talked about.

Shen Zishan played chess ruthlessly and Chen Nianen could only barely support it.

After some time, Yang Zheng came to ask them to eat.

She glanced at the chessboard, and said angrily, "Grandpa, he is my friend after all, so you won't show any affection."

Shen Zishan took a sip of tea: "He is much better than you."

Halfway through the chess game, it's time for dinner.

There are not many dishes on the table, but they are quite rich.

The old man came over with a wine glass, was scolded by Mrs. Yuan Yi, and took it back angrily.

Yang Zheng poured Chen Nianen a glass of freshly squeezed juice.

Chen Nianen whispered to her: "If I eat like this, I won't have to be on camera tomorrow."

Yang Zheng set the table and chopsticks and didn't look at her: "If you can't get on the mirror, you can't get on the mirror."

The old lady Yuanyi gave Yang Zheng and Chen Nian'en a tenderloin pie: "Come, try grandma's cooking."

Chen Nianen ate the meatloaf with mixed feelings in his heart.

If she remembers correctly, Mrs. Shen Zishan's wife, Mrs. Shen Yuanyi, was a famous translator in the last century, and her literary accomplishment was also very high.

These scholars of the older generation are comparable to national treasures.If it wasn't for Yang Zheng, she might never have had any contact with them in her life.

The atmosphere was good.

Chen Nianen likes to eat that fish head with chopped peppers very much.

Yang Zheng noticed it and moved the dish closer.

Granny Yuan Yi said with her meatloaf in between, "Xiao Chen likes to eat fish heads with chopped peppers made by Xiao Zheng."

"Well...Professor Yang, you did it." Chen Nianen was a little surprised.

"What's the matter, it's not like?" Yang Zheng raised an eyebrow.

Chen Nianen shook his head quickly: "Like, like, like, it's very delicious."

Yang Zheng stopped teasing her and smiled to herself.

After lunch, Chen Nianen wanted to help wash the dishes, but was driven back by Mrs. Yuan Yi.

"Go, go, let Xiaozheng take you to play!"

"How about we watch a movie, Grandpa has a lot of discs here." Yang Zheng added: "He even has "Farewell My Concubine" discs."

After admiring Shen Zishan's paintings on the wall, Chen Nian'en and Yang Zhengren chose from thousands of choices, and chose the Korean movie "Sorrow" released in 15 years.

After Shen Zishan took the medicine, he tactfully gave up the living room to the two young people.

The film opens with North Korea's banal rap, and the sad singing transcends the souls of the dead.

Si Mourning Crown Prince took a knife and went straight to Xiqing Palace in the rainy night.

The raindrops gathered on the blade, falling drop by drop.

The name of the movie—Si Mourning—appeared on the screen.

Chen Nianen was shocked by the verbiage at the beginning, and couldn't recover for a long time.

The movie first uses flashbacks to advance the plot a little bit.

At first Chen Nianen couldn't understand it, but she guessed that this son should be mentally ill.

Yang Zheng looked at it seriously, and Chen Nianen glanced at her twice, feeling embarrassed to interrupt her.

The plot advances to the point where Yeongzu drops the knife to make the son commit suicide, but is stopped by the minister.Yingzu ordered the prince to be locked in a rice cabinet.

Yang Zheng seemed to feel Chen Nianen's anxiety.

"Elder Si Moo is the only living son of the Joseon Emperor Yingzu. Unfortunately, he suffers from a mental illness. He broke into the forbidden palace at night and wanted to assassinate the Emperor Yingzu, but was reported by his biological mother."

Yang Zheng explained: "The laws of Lee's North Korea are formulated according to the laws of the Ming Dynasty. The son is a traitor, and the father is a traitor. The practice of punishing traitors with death."

"So Yingzu locked him in a rice cabinet and starved to death." Chen Nianen guessed: "This is really the only son"

"Because the prince of Sidao has his own children, he has been established as his grandson."

Chen Nianen understood.

At the end of the movie, Yingzu squatted in front of the rice cabinet, caressing the face of his dead son, weeping bitterly.

Chen Nian'en wanted to wipe away her tears several times, but she peeked at Yang Zheng and found that Yang Zheng still looked indifferent.

So, Chen Nianen held back his tears again.

There is also a part of Ost in the movie that is particularly tear-jerking. Chen Nianen and others searched it on the music software after the broadcast.

"Why aren't you moved?" Chen Nianen asked Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng raised her eyebrows: "How can you tell that I'm not moved?"

"Have you seen it before?"

"No."

Chen Nianen was speechless for a while.

Yang Zheng looked at her expression and said: "I have read this history and know the progress of the plot."

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Chen Nianen followed Yang Zheng and arrived at Yang Zheng's room without knowing it.

Yang Zheng came here to find the books she had left here, but when she saw Chen Nianen foolishly following her, she couldn't help but continued to tease her.

"What are you doing here?"

Chen Nianen was taken aback, and silently retreated from Yang Zheng's room.

Yang Zheng really laughed.

She pulled Chen Nianen back and showed her the ink painting on the wall.

"This is what my grandfather taught me to draw." Yang Zheng said.

Chen Nianen rubbed his nose with his index finger and said, "At first I didn't know that grandpa was Mr. Shen Zishan, so I almost made a joke."

"What's wrong?" Yang Zheng asked.

"Don't be angry." Chen Nianen whispered: "I almost recognized Mr. Shen's son as your father...I think...you are very miserable..."

I feel that you are very miserable, and I especially want to love you well.

Yang Zheng raised his forehead: "That's Mr. Shen Chongming."

Chen Nianen nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Yang Zheng wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Aunt Wang's shout.

"Xiaozheng, the wind is blowing, and the branches are all hanging up! Drive the car into the yard!"