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After school started for a while, Liao Changyi basically attended every novel club event.

The students also became accustomed to it from being trembling at the beginning, and later, they even took the initiative to invite him to join in the discussion.

However, Liao Changyi is not the kind of person who will hinder the students from exchanging ideas. He usually only acts as an audience by the side, and by the way focuses on observing the expressions on everyone's faces and the state of speech-until now, he firmly believes that When Wen Chunqiu said those words at the beginning, he was implying to himself that Yan Heqing himself must be in this vernacular novel club!

After a period of observation, he locked on a boy named Kang Ping.

Liao Changyi discovered that he seemed to have a special affection for Yan Heqing's works, and it is said that he was the first person to introduce "Dongfang Beijing News" into the club, and the first person in the whole school to discover Yan Heqing's talent, which can be said to be very It's suspicious.

These days, it is not shameful for Wang Po to sell melons and boast about herself, not to mention that Liao Changyi thinks that Yan Heqing does have real talents and learning, young people, a little vanity is normal.

Therefore, he became more and more convinced of his own judgment.

After school, Liao Changyi finally couldn't help stopping Kang Ping who was going to participate in club activities on the way.

"This classmate," he asked politely first, "can I borrow you for a few minutes?"

Kang Ping was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Of course. Mr. Liao, what do you want from me?"

"It's nothing else." Liao Changyi cleared his throat and looked at him with a determined face. "I've been in your club for so long. What do you think I'm going to do?"

Kang Ping: "Uh... write a reminder to Yan Heqing?"

"Cough, it's just a means, it's just a means!" Liao Changyi was choked up by him, and said bitterly, "Don't you understand? I'm all for you!"

Kang Ping was flattered for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Really? But Mr. Liao, I'm just an ordinary student, and I can't afford you to attach so much importance to me..."

"Of course you deserve it," Liao Changyi interrupted him, and said solemnly, "I told you at the beginning of the semester, the purpose of my coming to Jingluo University."

He grabbed Kang Ping's hand and said excitedly:

"Now, I finally found you, Yan Heqing!"

Kang Ping: "..."

He opened his mouth, showing a blank expression: "Huh?"

"You don't have to play dumb with me," Liao Changyi waved his hand, and said to himself, "I have sufficient evidence to prove that you are Yan Heqing, let's open the skylight and speak honestly—by the way, do you have time next, I ask you How about going to the best restaurant in the city to have a meal, let's talk while eating?"

"No, no, professor, you really made a mistake!" Kang Ping couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, "Although I really want to know who Yan Heqing is, I really am not him!"

But just as Kang Ping wanted to leave, Liao Changyi stopped him: "Wait a minute, don't leave yet."

He stared at Kang Ping and said inexplicably: "Why don't you admit it? Obviously your dean and principal already know about it. Although I don't teach you, I can be regarded as a professor of Jingluo University now. Is it possible that you think , Am I not trustworthy when I first came here?"

"Professor, it's really not a matter of trust or not, you've got the wrong person!"

Kang Ping had no idea what to do with him.

Because no matter what he said, Liao Changyi had already identified him as Yan Heqing.He was so entangled that he had no choice but to hope that a passing classmate could save him from the sea of ​​suffering, so he reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the other's school uniform: "Student, do me a favor!"

Qiao Jing stopped in her tracks, turned her head to look at him, and let out a puzzled "hmm".

When Kang Ping saw his face, he noticed that Qiao Jing was the administrator he saw when he went to the library to borrow newspapers before the winter vacation last year. His eyes lit up immediately, and he didn't care to marvel at how his former mute classmate recovered within a year. A medical miracle happened, and he hurriedly said, "I'm from the Vernacular Fiction Club! I was the one who used to go back to the library every week to borrow newspapers, classmate, do you still remember me?"

Qiao Jing shook his head politely.

"It's okay if you don't remember, but can you please explain to the professor for me," Kang Ping said with a bitter face, "I'm really not Yan Heqing!"

Qiao Jing: "..."

Under Kang Ping's expectant gaze, he looked at Liao Changyi and said slowly, "Mr. Liao, I can help him prove that he is indeed not Yan Heqing."

Liao Changyi squinted at him: "What do you have to prove?"

Qiao Jing was silent.

Of course he can't say it because I am, so he can only sigh and choose the method of besieging Wei and saving Zhao:

"Mr. Liao, Principal Wen is looking for you."

Liao Changyi raised his eyebrows high and asked suspiciously, "Principal Wen looking for me?"

Qiao Jing nodded.

That person has come to him so many times, Qiao Jing is still confident that he will help this small favor.

"Okay then," Liao Changyi was obviously reluctant, but he also knew the priority of the matter, "I will come to you next time."

When he left, Kang Ping immediately let out a long breath.

He looked at Qiao Jing gratefully: "Thank you so much classmate! By the way, what's your name?"

"Joe Mirror."

Qiao Jing said lightly.

Unexpectedly, Kang Ping showed a look of sudden realization: "You are the Qiao Jing who changed majors and transferred to our college? Dean Zuo personally approved the note for you?"

Qiao Jing nodded silently.

Seeing that he was a classmate in the same college, Kang Ping's attitude immediately became a little closer, and he took the initiative to invite: "I didn't expect you to be from the Faculty of Arts, that's just right, do you want to visit our novel club? We are recruiting people at the beginning of the semester. Even new members who have just joined can get a lot of credits."

Hearing this, Qiao Jing's heart skipped a beat.

After he and Zuo Xiangting broke up unhappy, his way to earn credits from the dean has also been blocked.There is still a year to graduate, but Qiao Jing's credits are still a few short, and he is worried about where to earn it.

Kang Ping's words touched his heart.

Moreover, Qiao Jing thought, the name of this association sounds quite suitable for his profession?

"Ask me first," but he still asked cautiously, "Do members of your novel club usually need to speak on stage?"

"There used to be, but now that there are too many people, it's all voluntary." Kang Ping smiled heartily, "How about it, do you want to join?"

But in the end, Qiao Jing didn't nod. He just said that he and Kang Ping would go to see it first, and participate in an event to experience it.

Today, the Vernacular Novel Club of Jingluo University can be regarded as one of the largest large-scale student clubs in the school, with hundreds of members, and every meeting has to borrow the largest classroom in the school to be able to sit.

When Qiao Jing and Kang Ping entered, almost everyone had already arrived, and the desks and chairs in the classroom had also been rearranged to form a rectangle, a bit like the scene when a modern class holds a party.

Kang Ping took Qiao Jing to choose a seat and sat down. There were papers and pens on each table. Qiao Jing picked it up and took a look, and found that it was an ordinary manuscript paper with no words on it.

The noise around him was too loud, and he hugged the satchel in his arms a little uncomfortably, but at least after so many zakats, this situation was not unbearable for him.

"Everyone, it's almost time."

A few minutes later, the president stood up from his seat to speak, and the classroom gradually became quiet, with all the students' eyes staring in his direction.The president coughed, cleared his throat, and said, "Since everyone is here, let's start this reading activity. Whose turn is it today?"

Immediately a student in the crowd raised his hand.

Qiao Jing asked Kang Ping in a low voice, "What book are you reading today?"

Kang Ping: "56. Have you seen it?"

Qiao Jing: "..."

He thought blankly, guess if he has seen it.

But in fact, Qiao Jing was already mentally prepared before he came, so when he saw the student walking into the middle of the classroom with the "Dongfang Beijing News", his mood was barely calm.

Big deal, it's like listening to an audiobook.

In the serialization of "56" in this issue, Tang An has left Tibet and brought equipment to the foot of the Forbidden City.

And when they heard the beginning, this plot had already caused a slight commotion among the students—the Forbidden City, they are familiar with it!

Although the Beining government no longer allows outsiders to enter the Forbidden City casually, due to limited government funds, basically they only need to pay one or two silver dollars to go in and stroll around, and the guards will not stop them.Therefore, most of the students present have visited it. Even if they haven't been there, they have seen the outer palace walls countless times after they have been in college for four years.

As a royal palace that has gone through two dynasties, in this era, many literati believed that the Forbidden City was a symbol of the feudal dynasty. After returning to China, many overseas students openly declared that it was "far inferior to the Kremlin and Versailles", and criticized it in various aspects. , making it worthless.

Even the local residents don't have much feeling for it, and some legends about dead court ladies and eunuchs are widely circulated among the people, which adds a bit of horror to it.

However, many church priests and foreigners like to visit here. Students often see these blond foreigners holding a bulky camera to take photos inside and outside the palace walls.But most people think that this is because foreigners have never seen oriental architecture, and the shooting is just out of curiosity.

But Yan Heqing didn't seem to think so.

This time, Tang An entered the Forbidden City to shoot with a team of dozens of people, including many photographers from other countries.Until now, readers have realized that Tang An has traveled all over the country these days, filming so many ethnic cultures, and his ultimate goal is to shoot a documentary for the country—however, what is a documentary?

This is another novel vocabulary.

Yan Heqing interpreted it as "a real movie that records a country's history and culture, social style and geographical landscape, etc." In simple terms, it is a self-introduction to the world with the country as the main body.

Many people couldn't help frowning when they heard this.

Because they really can't imagine what there is to photograph in this country.Other countries have introduced their advanced science and technology, democratic political system and modern civilization to the world, but what about them?

They only have an incompetent government that blames each other for tit for tat, a feudal and backward traditional culture, and [-] million stupid people who have not yet developed their wisdom.There are vagrants everywhere on the streets, and the issues of the treaties signed by the previous dynasty that humiliate the country have not yet been resolved. Even the overseas students are ridiculed as the sick men of East Asia because of their physical problems... One by one, let them live in peace. How can you straighten your back when facing foreigners?

But Tang An's views seem to be completely different from theirs. He took pictures in the Forbidden City under the scorching sun, from sunrise to dusk, for more than ten consecutive days. Can shoot.

In the end, everyone's material was brought together.

After nearly three years of shooting, they finally got the final film.

The palace bell rings, and starting from the central axis of the Forbidden City, the magnificent picture scroll of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains slowly unfolds in front of the audience inside and outside the novel. From Qin sweeping Liuhe to Kaiyuan prosperity, 5000 years of history flash by before people's eyes.However, the dead are like gentlemen, the past cannot be traced back, and the vicissitudes of life have changed. When the camera turns, we have come to the present era.

No one knows more about Tang An's journey than the readers of "56", but they never thought that these ordinary people, who are not even considered dust in history, can represent a country.

The mountains are covered with snow, the misty rain south of the Yangtze River, the [-] million people on the land of Kyushu work at sunrise and rest at sunset, experiencing life, old age, sickness and death, love and hatred, separation, just like their ancestors a hundred years ago.Flowers bloomed on the battlefield that was once full of corpses, and the swallows that were driven away by the artillery fire flew back from afar. Even if the night falls, no one will be afraid anymore, because everyone knows that the sun will rise again tomorrow.

At the end of the documentary, the camera returned to the original starting point.

After 600 years of wind and rain, the Forbidden City still stands on this land.

It has never changed, it is this era that has given it a new meaning.Children from 56 nationalities wore their respective traditional costumes, holding hands and singing nursery rhymes. On the old city wall behind them, a group of white doves fluttered and disappeared into the sky.

When the student finished reading the last word, the classroom was so silent that even a needle could be heard falling.

In fact, the last part of the plot is not suitable to be expressed in words, but Yan Heqing made up for this shortcoming with his writing. The immersive picture and deep empathy in the novel almost made everyone present listen to it. He is mesmerized, and expresses the charm of literature to the fullest - as the previous critic commented, "Writing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers" can be called a show of skill.

Kang Ping sat in his seat, stunned for a long time, and then murmured:

"In the future, whoever wants to abolish Chinese characters, I will be in a hurry..."

The president also let out a breath slowly.

"It's wonderful," he said. "It's really amazing. Now, students, take up your pens, and I don't think I need to say anything more."

Qiao Jing watched as everyone else spread out their manuscripts and began to write in silence, and asked Kang Ping with some doubts, "What are you doing?"

"Writing after reading," Kang Ping said, "This is a club assignment, and everyone has to write it. After listening to so much just now, don't you feel a little bit emotional? Anything is fine."

Qiao Jing glanced down at the blank manuscript paper in front of him, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

So, he is going to write a post-reading review for himself now?