"Old ...... Teacher, why are you crying?!"

Hearing Xu Xian's inquiry, Professor Zhong suddenly woke up.

She quickly wiped the tears from her face and forced a smile: "It's okay, I just remembered something that wasn't very happy." ”

"Not so happy?"

"Oh? no, I mean: this young man's story is quite touching......"

Xu Xian looked suddenly enlightened.

"I see, don't say it: he's really good at making up stories! I just now had tears rolling in my eyes, if I hadn't seen the teacher like this, I would have thought that I was almost moved to cry!"

"Hehe, indeed, your eyes are red. ”

Although she pretended to be calm and ridiculed, her heart had already made waves.

When she was young, she also had a childhood sweetheart, and both of them were music lovers.

It's just that the man's parents are in business and have a lot of money, but she is from a poor family.

So although the two grew up together, the man's parents kept telling him that he would not be able to marry her in the future, because the door was not right.

When they were young, they thought that those who loved each other would live forever.

When they believe, love to the depths together, can not hear the sigh in the wind.

In high school, she worked part-time while relying on the money she earned to find a teacher to learn piano, and finally was admitted to the piano department of Yenching Art School with excellent results.

The man went to study abroad at the request of his parents.

Before going abroad, the two swore an alliance and agreed to be together after graduation.

At first, the two were closely connected.

But a few years later, the man suddenly cut off contact and was never heard from.

When she graduated, she received the news of her husband's marriage.

She was devastated and never married.

Hearing the story told by Lu Yao today, and then listening to the song "Acacia", the dusty old things for many years came to my heart, and for a while, I had mixed feelings, and two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably.

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. ”

She couldn't help but think of the red fruit of her hometown.

Yes, in the Jiangnan region, there is indeed another name for this wild fruit.

Legend has it that a woman in ancient times was called "Acacia Seed" or "Acacia Bean" because her husband died on the border and cried under the tree and turned into red beans.

It's just that this kid is too good at making up.

He should have stayed in Jiangnan for a while, met a girl who met in Pingshui, and then relied on some talent to borrow things to be lyrical, right?

Why do you have to make up a story that is so similar to your own personal experience?

provoked a lot of myself to shed tears when I got older.

......

Judges' seats.

After telling the story and poem, knowing its weight, Lu Yao didn't stay long, and directly found a reason to go to the toilet and left.

The praise of the literati, he can't stand it.

Professor Lang and the others thought that he was really urgent, but they didn't know that this guy had already urinated.

He squinted his eyes and shook his head and sighed.

"This poem, named Acacia, writes Acacia (Bean), sends Acacia. If I had to give it a score, I would give it 10 points!"

"If you talk about poetry alone, you can indeed give full marks. It's a pity that I didn't create it myself, so I can only score nine. Professor Wei said.

"Hahaha, Professor Wei, you're wrong. ”

"Oh, what did I do wrong?"

"My friend's creation is just a pretext for him. Professor Lang said, "This poem, including the lyrics just now, as well as the songs and piano pieces that made him popular on the Internet some time ago, are actually composed by himself!"

"Huh......? How is that possible?!"

"Don't believe it, it's true!" Professor Lang said mysteriously.

Immediately afterward, he quietly relayed what he had heard from Xu Xian to Professor Wei.

"So, that kid from Song Hang has to squeeze him and let him make a move, in a popular phrase on the Internet, that is: the referee is out, there is no suspense. ”

Professor Wei was stunned.

He stood up without saying a word, walked to the projector, suddenly made a move, grabbed the paper with the words "Ugly Slave • Shu Yanjing Art School" and the two big characters "Lu Yao", and ran away.

"Okay, this is mine!"

Professor Lang, who was originally puzzled by his behavior, was suddenly stunned.

"Oh no, tragedy!" he stood up indignantly, trembling and pointing at Professor Wei, who was running wildly: "The surname is Wei, you are so despicable!"

This sudden change made the melon-eating crowd look confused.

Only Professor Zhong, who knows the truth, understands the reason.

They were all learned people who knew the literary value of the poem.

What's more, this is still a work signed by the author.

It's no wonder that Professor Lang thumped his chest.

Looking at Xu Xian, who didn't understand the stakes for the time being, and looked curious, she smiled slightly.

"Ah Xian, let's go back. By the way, I'll call this friend of yours, I have something I want to ask him for. Why, I want to talk to him about piano playing skills!"

Xu Xian naturally agreed.

For Professor Zhong's invitation, Lu Yao gladly agreed.

After all, he was a university professor who had been immersed in piano for decades, and it helped him improve his level to some extent.

So this meeting, the guests and hosts were happy.

At the time of parting, in the face of the old man's reluctant request to keep a pair of "Red Bean" Mobao, he had no reason to refuse.

Although his words are mediocre, the old man does not like words.

Leaving the professor's house, halfway through, Xu Xian received a call from Professor Lang.

Of course, he was not looking for her, but Lu Yao.

Lu Yao was originally a little puzzled, but it wasn't until the other party opened his mouth that he understood the other party's "Lang" ambition.

"Professor Lang, I just had dinner at Professor Zhong's place, and my stomach is already very supportive, I'm sorry, I don't have a good taste for the feast over there.

You're exalting me too much! Let me write you a poem? This is absolutely a killing!

Besides, don't I have a song "Ugly Slave • Book Yanjing Art School" to put there for you?

What? was snatched away by Professor Wei?

That's none of my business.

I'm sorry, Professor Lang.

If you have time, I will write one for you!

Bye-bye!"

Hanging up the phone, Professor Lang sighed.

He couldn't get what he wanted, and he couldn't sleep.

With nowhere to vent his emotions, he turned his head to find his wife, and wanted to have a "pear tree pressing begonia".

However, my wife came to visit today, and it was really a begonia.

In desperation, he had crooked thoughts.

Quietly left the residence and called a female student.

"Hey, it's me...... My car is parked in the old place, so come over now. By the way, call Fangfang too!"

After a short time, the two girls walked out of the school gate and sneaked into his car.

......

Back at home, Lu Yao, who was full of wine and food, had just laid down not long before he was awakened by Xu Xian's scream.

"Look at the hot search!"

"What's wrong?" Lu Yao asked sleepily.

"You can open it and take a look at it—it's related to Professor Lang of our school!" Xu Xian's face was full of contempt: "Fortunately, you didn't agree to this old pervert's invitation, otherwise, hum!"

"What do you mean?"

Lu Yao asked in confusion, and then opened the micro search.

Then he was blinded.

In the picture, Professor Lang is shirtless, like a piece of old bacon wrinkled by smoke.

On the side, two girls with dyed blonde hair and pale blue hair respectively also hid their faces with their hands, embarrassed.

When the Yanjing Anti-Pornography Brigade was on a mission in a hotel today, they mistakenly arrested a man and two women who were cheating in the hotel as elderly P guests and J women.

After investigation: The man is Lang XX, a professor of the Chinese Department of Yenching University, and the two women are students of the school.

It is rumored that when the anti-pornography brigade broke through, the picture was very unbearable......"

This is the official report.

On the grapevine, even photos of the time broke out.

The poses of the three people in the photo are simply spicy.

"Hehe, this is really, a teacher!"

He mocked with disdain.

"By the way, doesn't this old guy want me to write him a poem? Now I have an inspiration. ”

He rolled over and got out of bed, and walked three or two steps to the study.

"Jiangchengzi • Yanjing Hunting"

The old man chatted about juvenile madness, leading Huang on the left and Qingcang on the right.

The golden retriever holds the ball, and Qianji is tired.

In order to repay the city with the professor,

Diligent shooting, can damage Lang.

The wine is still open, and the temples are slightly frosty, so what's the matter?

When will the pool be exhausted?

Will be soft carved like an eel leaping,

Xi was towards and shot sweet girls. ”

PS: Attached is the original version of Dongpo "Jiangchengzi • Mizhou Hunting"

The old man chatted about juvenile madness, leading Huang on the left and Qingcang on the right.

Brocade hat mink fur, thousand horses roll Pingoka.

In order to repay the city with the Taishou,

Shoot the tiger and watch Sun Lang.

The wine is still open, and the temples are slightly frosty, so what's the matter?

In the clouds, when will Feng Tang be sent?

Will hold the bow like a full moon,

Look northwest and shoot the wolf.

In other words, the Dongpo adults who can write "a pear flower pressing begonias" and can also give a pregnant concubine to a friend should not jump out and make me apologize, right?