Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

"Okay, let's end this class here."

Following the departure of the professor on the podium, the chattering voices of the students suddenly resounded in the originally quiet classroom.

Some were discussing where to go to play later, and some were complaining that the professor's homework was too heavy. Qiao Jing stood among them, silently packing up the textbooks, and once again declined the monitor who warmly invited him to participate in club activities. Ready to go home.

But as soon as he left the classroom, he bumped into Wen Chunqiu who seemed to be waiting for someone at the door.

Qiao Jing paused and subconsciously bowed: "Hi, Principal Wen."

"Hello." Wen Chunqiu looked at him with a smile, "Is there anything you can do next, student Qiao?"

Qiao Jing shook his head.

"In this case, why not go to a place with the old man?"

Seeing the slightly embarrassed expression on the face of the black-haired young man, Wen Chunqiu added: "If you are worried about the young man who picked you up at the school gate, I just ran into him on the way here, so just talk to him by the way." Don't worry, he said to go shopping in the street first, and come back to pick you up after two hours. "

"……All right."

Now Qiao Jing really had nothing to say.

Principal Wen has already talked about this point, even if Qiao Jing is a fool, he should understand that he must be targeting him today.

"Then you lead the way?" He asked tentatively.

"It's natural."

The two left the classroom door one after the other. The students behind looked at each other and exchanged shocked glances. They didn't know what Qiao Jing had done to get Principal Wen to come to the classroom in person. Find someone.

Walking on the road, Qiao Jing kept silent, but it seemed that Wen Chunqiu didn't intend to chat with him, he just hummed a piece of Beijing opera to himself, and walked briskly in one direction.

Qiao Jing remembered that it seemed to be the location of the auditorium over there.

Is there any activity today?He guessed in his heart, but clearly this morning, the squad leader said that when there were no classes on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday afternoons, the auditorium was occupied by the drama club.

As I said before, Qiao Jing didn't join any clubs, and in order to earn enough credits for graduation, he was even willing to help Zuo Xiangting translate an entire textbook.

There is no way, no matter what era it is, these extracurricular activities to promote students' communication and growth are really an unbearable torture for Qiao Jing, a social fear.

If possible, Qiao Jing really hopes to run a home club, and the daily activity content is to go home directly after school.

Therefore, when Wen Chunqiu asked him "Do you know what play the drama club is rehearsing recently", he shook his head very naturally, expressing that he didn't know anything about it.

"Really?" Unexpectedly, Wen Chunqiu gave him a meaningful look, "That's just right, today is their rehearsal day, let's go in and have a look together."

Looking at the faint smile on the old man's face, Qiao Jing suddenly felt ominous.

——And this premonition reached its peak almost instantly when he entered the auditorium and saw the actors rolling on the stage.

The actor was wearing an old gown, with a long braid twitching behind his head, with an exaggerated expression and great range of movements.When Qiao Jing and the others entered the auditorium, the performance was just in progress until he was slapped loudly by someone, and he was rolling on the ground, swearing and swearing, cursing a line that Qiao Jing was very familiar with: "Oh, Born at the wrong time! Born at the wrong time!"

... Isn't this the plot in his satirical novel "Untimely Birth"!

Qiao Jing began to feel suffocated.

He quickly glanced at the expression on Wen Chunqiu's face, but for the time being, he couldn't see whether the headmaster did this on purpose.He could only silently follow behind the other party, and walked to the first row of the auditorium to sit down.

"Principal Wen! Why are you here?"

After noticing Wen Chunqiu's arrival, the few students who were rehearsing immediately stopped their performances, and the talented actors who were rolling on the ground stopped howling immediately. Wen Chunqiu bowed: "Hello, Principal Wen."

"You are busy with your work," Wen Chunqiu said, "I just have nothing to do today, just take a look around, just pretend that I don't exist."

Hearing what he said, the members of the drama club looked at each other, and decided to start the rehearsal again from the beginning, and show the principal the results of their many days of rehearsal.

I have to say that these students are really talented in acting, the key is that they are very open-minded, and their lines are basically not stuck.In addition, the plot style of "Untimely" is humorous and satirical, which is very suitable for adaptation into a drama. After simple arrangement, the stage effect presented is also very good. Wen Chunqiu can't help but laugh loudly He laughed and raised his hands from time to time to applaud them.

But Qiao Jing, who was sitting next to him, was thinking all about whether the chair in this seat was wide enough, and whether he would be found if he got under it.

Although he was right to write the original book, he really never expected that one day he would be forced to watch a drama adapted from his own novel while sitting in the audience—this is a completely different feeling from watching a TV series at home !

He almost picked out three rooms and two halls with his toes!

Half an hour later, with the bows of several actors, the long rehearsal finally came to an end.

When he walked out of the auditorium, Wen Chunqiu still had some thoughts.But he turned his head to look at the relieved expression on Qiao Jing's face, and suddenly asked with a smile: "Recently, "Untimely Life" is very popular in the city, even storytellers in teahouses often say, But it’s the first time I’ve seen a drama adaptation. What do you think of their acting?”

Qiao Jing nodded indiscriminately.

Anyway, during the whole process, he basically didn't pay attention to the stage, but seeing Wen Chunqiu like it so much, he naturally had to follow the other party's wishes at this time.

"Then do you like it?" Wen Chunqiu asked again, "As the original author, please give me a review."

Qiao Jing: "I..."

As soon as he said a word, his body froze suddenly.

On campus, the black-haired young man stood a few steps away from Wen Chunqiu. After a long silence, he spoke with difficulty:

"When... did you know?"

"It was just yesterday, not too early." Wen Chunqiu smiled. He looked at Qiao Jing and was amused. "Why this expression? Could it be that, do you think I will scold you?"

Qiao Jing's lips moved, and she bowed her head obediently to apologize: "I'm sorry, principal."

He briefly talked about the loss of the letter, and Wen Chunqiu, who was originally relaxed, couldn't help frowning deeply: "There is such a thing? This villain surnamed Fan is trying to get rich and kill him! At least he should be locked up." A ten-year-old warning to others!"

But after hearing Qiao Jing's words, he finally understood why he hadn't received a reply before. Although Qiao Jing explained the situation in a few words, Wen Chunqiu lived decades longer than him in this era, why? Can you not understand the danger?

After listening, he sighed deeply, stretched out his hand, and patted the shoulder of the thin young man in front of him forcefully: "We are incompetent, let you, a student, take these risks, and even caused death The disaster. Obviously, this country should not be like this... Sigh."

Qiao Jing was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Please don't say that, principal, this is not your responsibility alone."

But he couldn't say anything more about the relief.

Wen Chunqiu didn't indulge in this kind of negative emotion blindly, but just felt it after hearing what happened to Qiao Jing.

Soon he returned to normal, took Qiao Jing to the principal's office, opened the bookcase in front of Qiao Jing, and took out a bound book with a dark green cover from it—it was after the end of "The Crossing of All Beings" Soon, the publishing house of the "Dongfang Beijing News" compiled and published the full version of the novel.

Wen Chunqiu sat back in his seat, opened the cover of the book, pushed it to Qiao Jing who was sitting opposite, and said with a smile, "Look at it, don't you think there is something missing in it?"

Qiao Jing clenched the teacup in his hand, trying not to look too tense.

"What's missing?"

"I'm missing an author's signature," Wen Chunqiu said to him solemnly, "I have been a teacher and principal for so many years, and in my educational career, this is the first time I have seen a student who has not graduated publish a book. Don’t buy a copy for collection? Oh yes,” he lowered his head and began to rummage again, “It’s a pity that I bought this one back then, but I still have a lot of Dongfangjing News here, and you can write it for me too.” Two words, when I visit those old guys, I will bring a few of them with me, I will never die envious of them!"

Qiao Jing: "..."

After more than 20 years, he finally felt once again the social life feeling of being forced by Qiao Cunzhi to perform door-to-door at relatives' houses during the Chinese New Year after reciting his first ancient poem in his life.

Wen Chunqiu laughed suddenly: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Let's talk about business."

He tapped on the table with his index finger, stared into Qiao Jing's eyes and asked, "Tell me, what is your purpose of writing? What are your plans for the future?"

Qiao Jing thought for a few seconds, and replied: "In the beginning, it was because of love, but now..." He paused, probably recalling something, his eyes were a little dim, "Probably because, I can't get used to it." .”

Regarding such reasons, Wen Chunqiu expressed his doubts: "It is a good thing that young people have such an uncompromising spirit, but have you ever thought that if you continue to write these things, you will always offend some people?" For the benefits, maybe, one day you will really die?"

Qiao Jing said lightly, "Everyone is mortal."

Wen Chunqiu slapped his thigh: "Good!"

Excited, he stood up directly from his seat, looked at Qiao Jing and said repeatedly: "Very good, very good... Xuanhua really saw the right person!"

But when he thought that Zuo Xiangting actually wanted Qiao Jing to be an interpreter, he couldn't help sighing: "But in terms of literature, there are actually no teachers or shortcuts that can help you. You can only explore by yourself. I will go to Talking to Xuanhua, he once told me that you are a failure to study medicine, and if you change your direction, you will definitely become a great translator in the future. But now it seems that you are also a failure to be a translator!"

Qiao Jing hurriedly stood up, he clenched his lower lip in embarrassment, and Wen Chunqiu praised his face as if it was about to burn: "Principal, you are absurd, I just..."

"Don't be too self-effacing, I have eyes, and I can see your level." Wen Chunqiu waved his hand, blocking his words, "Although the handling of some places is still a little immature, but overall it is done in one go, and the depth of thinking is deeper. You are far superior to those of your peers, if Xuanhua hadn’t already said that he wanted to take you as a disciple, I would have thought—”

As he spoke, he suddenly closed his mouth.

Qiao Jing looked at him blankly: "Mr. Zuo said he wanted to take me in as an apprentice?"

Wen Chunqiu ignored him, just rubbed his chin, and said to himself solemnly: "Yes, Xuanhua is not a writer after all, if you worship him as your teacher, although you can't talk about misleading your disciples, But it's a pity! No matter how you say it, it won't be his turn... No, I have to find him!"

He left a sentence: "You just wait in the office, stay here and don't move around, I will come as soon as I go!"

After finishing speaking, he strode out of the office in a hurry.

Qiao Jing: "..."

As soon as he stood up, he sat down silently again.

After spending more than ten minutes in the principal's office, Qiao Jing finally heard movement from the door again.

"It's unreasonable! Headmaster Wen, there is no such a good reason as you!"

"Why am I taking advantage of others? Xuanhua, you have to be reasonable. I'm obviously doing this for student Qiao's benefit."

"Gentleman be careful! Let's not mention that there is a first-come-first-served approach to everything, Principal Wen, can you swear that you don't have the slightest bit of selfishness?"

The two little old men quarreled all the way, ah no, they were arguing fiercely and opened the door to come in. After seeing Qiao Jing standing up from his seat and greeting them, Zuo Xiangting's face suddenly darkened.

He snorted coldly, ignored Qiao Jing, and walked directly to the bookshelf with a stinky expression on his sleeve.

Qiao Jing was a little overwhelmed by his attitude, and thought it was something she did wrong that made her husband angry.

"Look at it, look at it," Wen Chunqiu immediately seized on this point and made a big fuss, "Xuanhua, I'm not talking about you. If you want to be a teacher, you must at least be kind to the students, right?"

Zuo Xiangting narrowed his eyes: "Principal Wen, it's almost over. What's your idea of ​​playing red face here and pretending that I don't know?"

Wen Chunqiu coughed, and then shut up resentfully.

Seeing this, Zuo Xiangting looked at Qiao Jing contentedly.He first looked the black-haired young man with an uneasy expression up and down, and finally, he let out a cold snort, and asked slowly: "You are Yan Heqing?"

Qiao Jing tightly clenched the bag strap in her hand, and nodded cautiously.

"Why didn't you say that before?" Zuo Xiangting asked, "I remember that you applied for a subsidy from the school because of family difficulties. Why, you knew to ask the teacher for help when you had no money, but forgot when your life was in danger? Do you want to be a hero yourself?"

Qiao Jing glanced at him in surprise, probably because he didn't expect Zuo Xiangting to be angry because of this.

"...sorry, sir."

"You should apologize!" Zuo Xiangting yelled, "But it's not to me, it's to the parents who gave birth to you! If you ruined your life so much, why do you write something? Why don't you just go out of the city and go to the battlefield as a leader Block the gun!"

Qiao Jing lowered her head and stood there without saying a word.

"Okay, okay, Xuanhua, don't talk too much." Seeing him talking more and more angry, Wen Chunqiu hastily persuaded, "I didn't call you here to make you scold others, you should change your bad temper. gone."

Zuo Xiangting didn't listen to his persuasion this time, but just stared at Qiao Jing, and said meanly: "Fortunately, I haven't confiscated you as an apprentice, so I said why the translation you gave me is full of mistakes and omissions. It's not on this path at all! If that's the case, then you can concentrate on writing your stuff, we have no destiny, and from now on, you don't have to come to my office alone."

Qiao Jing raised her head suddenly, looked at the back of Zuo Xiangting striding away, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

In the end, he could only purse his lips tightly and clenched his fists.

"...Really, this duplicity old bastard."

Wen Chunqiu cursed in a low voice.

Qiao Jing didn't know, but he clearly saw the mixed expression of relief and regret on Zuo Xiangting's face when he turned around, as well as the subtle nod to himself before he left - Wen Chunqiu knew Zuo Xiang I have been in court for many years, of course I understood it instantly, which means "I will leave this child to you".

I'm afraid that in Zuo Xiangting's long speech just now, only the hope that Qiao Jing will cherish his life, and the regret that the two of them are destined for each other are real.

But in this way, Wen Chunqiu didn't have the face to tell Qiao Jing about it.

"It's you, Xuanhua, who can defeat me in the end." He thought about the joints, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, "Well, if that's the case, then don't even think about it."

Anyway, Qiao Jing, even without them, would sooner or later become a master of the generation. At this time, rushing to be someone's teacher is no longer a gift in the snow, it should be said to be the icing on the cake.

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you on Xuanhua's behalf." Wen Chunqiu came back to his senses, and said to Qiao Jing, whose face was still pale.

Qiao Jing's mood was obviously very depressed: "No, it's none of your business, principal. It's me who disappointed Mr.

"What are you talking about, kid!" Wen Chunqiu stared at him bitterly, "Do you know Xuanhua better or do I know Xuanhua better? Don't you understand what he said just now?"

Seeing that Qiao Jing was still in a daze, Wen Chunqiu sighed: "Forget it, let me ask you a question. Will you continue to write?"

Qiao Jing nodded.

"no matter what happens?"

"no matter what happens."

A faint smile appeared on Wen Chunqiu's old face. He walked up to Qiao Jing, stretched out his hand to help the young man tidy up his neckline, and then patted his chest lightly, as if he was simply helping to dust off the dust. It is also like a solemn inheritance.

He said: "That's enough. Go, there are people waiting for you."

After returning from school that day, Qiao Jing had been thinking about one thing.

Even a wise and tolerant old man like Principal Wen would support the radical idea of ​​abolishing the complete Westernization of Chinese characters. It seems that it is not difficult to understand that there are so many xenophobic people in society today.

When suffering a huge shock, people will always subconsciously deny the past, and the same is true for countries.

Even though he knows that even if he doesn't have himself, there will always be people of insight who will stand up to oppose this idea in the future, but every time Qiao Jing hears related arguments, there will always be an unknown anger in his heart—especially when he knows that he respects the people he respects. The elders are also one of them.

Therefore, regarding Xinwen, he plans to write a novel that can bring back the backbone of the Chinese people.

It may be a bit exaggerated to say so. If it is put into modern times, it is actually a documentary literature showing the cultural features of various ethnic groups in China.It’s just that in this era of scarcity of materials and inconvenient transportation, the vast majority of people stay at home. Even the overseas students who have studied abroad can only see its barrenness and ignorance in this land. and backward.

But Qiao Jing has already written these critical things, and I don't want to write about the same subject for the time being.He just wants to tell people through this book that in fact, this country still has great rivers and mountains, and a rich culture that is completely different from Western civilization, and that not all traditions are feudal remnants, and there is no merit at all.

Although Qiao Jing seldom goes out in modern times, he really likes to read autobiographies about traveling around the world.

Especially a certain traveler surnamed Tang, he has traveled all over the three rivers and five mountains, from the Kashmir Plateau to the East African Rift Valley, from the Sphinx to the Mayan Pyramid, he has traveled almost every corner of the world, and through With his own brush, he completely traced every building in his sketchbook, and later held international exhibitions.

But what Qiao Jing really admired was the series of actions the traveler took after returning home.

Ethnic culture, mountains and rivers, food customs... His videos are like poems, recording countless Chinese folk customs and habits with the camera - Shehuo, Nuo opera, flower drums, fire dragon steel flowers, etc. .

He also seems to have a special liking for various architectural gardens, and has taken thousands of photos of traditional folk architecture in different styles of areas such as Hakka earth buildings, cave dwellings in northern Shaanxi, and Suzhou gardens.Therefore, when he is not writing, Qiao Jing often looks at his Weibo for inspiration. Sometimes he even feels as if he has traveled around the world with him.

He felt that after watching these videos, no one would still think that the culture of this country is shallow and not worth mentioning.

But now there is no mobile phone and no Internet, so Qiao Jing wants to use the pen in his hand to find his spine again for these gentlemen who are probably suffering from schizophrenia.

——He wants to let this country know how amazing it is to be able to inherit a civilization that has lasted for 5000 years.

It's just that Qiao Jing hasn't decided on the name of this new book for a long time. After drawing up the outline all night, after thinking about it, he accidentally fell asleep lying on the desk.

When he woke up again, it was morning outside the window.

The bright morning light shines into the house through the window, Qiao Jing rubbed his sore neck, and walked to the window sill.

Looking at the blooming flowers in the courtyard, he was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly turned around and ran back to the desk, quickly picked up a pen and wrote three large characters on the top of the manuscript paper——

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