Yenching Art School.

Xu Xian, who was practicing, and Ding Hui's mobile phones rang at the same time.

When you open it, the sender is the same person.

Their piano teacher, Professor Zhong Lixin.

"Hey, it's my teacher's birthday today, and it's still my 60th birthday!"

Ding Hui exclaimed.

"Teacher Zhong asked us to accompany her for her birthday?"

Xu Xian was also shocked.

The two jumped up almost at the same time.

"Let's go, hurry up and buy gifts!"

Professor Zhong Lixin took them to the piano for three years, and they are very popular.

But the only regret: the professor didn't know if he was injured when he was young or what, and he was never married.

After the death of his parents, he has been living alone.

On her birthday a few years ago, she didn't tell Xu Xian about them.

The reason why she sent invitations to several students this time is probably because this year is special.

After all, it's the sixtieth birthday.

When people get older, they are more afraid of loneliness and want to be lively.

The professor has always lived a simple life, and even for his birthday, he did not look for any too high-end places, but directly chose the location in a hotel in the school complex.

"Teacher, I wish you a long and healthy life, happiness and happiness, every year has today, every year has today!"

"I wish the teacher a smile and youth!"

"Teacher Zhong, be happy every day!"

Several students gave their gifts while sending blessings.

"Okay, good, good! Thank you, classmates! Anyway, didn't I already say it in the message? Just come over, you don't need to bring gifts! You guys, really!"

The old professor said half happily and half angrily.

"Oh, teacher, have you ever seen a birthday greeting come with an open mouth empty-handed?" Ding Hui smiled: "Besides, our gift is not a valuable item, my scarf is only more than two hundred yuan!"

"That's it, I'm only about 300 yuan. Teacher, everyone knows your temper, and we don't dare to buy things that are too valuable!" said another student.

Only then did the old professor put his mind at ease: "That's good." ”

Then, she turned her head to look at the bag Xu Xian had sent.

At this glance, her brow furrowed.

"Xu Xian, how much did you spend on this bag?"

"Oh, teacher, don't worry about it—this bag is a high-quality imitation I bought, the original price is more than 20,000, but the high-quality imitation is only more than 1,200!"

"More than a thousand? That's also expensive, okay! Take it back and return it!"

"Teacher, how can this be? Am I not the only one who didn't bring a gift?"

Xu Xian shirked and winked at Ding Hui and the others.

Ding Hui understood, and hurriedly helped: "That's it, teacher, everyone has gifts, just she is different, she will definitely feel uncomfortable, you can accept it!"

Seeing that several people were saying this, the old professor groaned for a moment and took out his wallet.

"You can collect it, but you can't just collect it. She took out a thousand yuan and slapped it on Xu Xian's hand: "You take this thousand yuan!

After a few pushes and pulls, Xu Xian pretended to be reluctant to accept the money.

But in fact, her heart blossomed.

Because she bought a genuine bag, the original price was 21,808.

For a little rich woman like her, giving a gift of eight thousand is nothing.

Luckily, she wasn't the first to speak, and she quickly responded after the other students told them the price of their gifts, lowering the price of the bag to one-twentieth.

Otherwise, the teacher will never accept it.

Now, even if the teacher returned 1,000 yuan to her, she still gave the teacher a gift of about 20,000 yuan.

Although the teacher will probably take it with him in the future.

Anyway, her heart has arrived.

"Teacher, let's eat longevity noodles!"

Ding Hui said.

"Yes, yes, teacher, eat noodles!"

"Good, good!"

For a time, teachers and students enjoyed each other.

Originally, it was supposed to be a very harmonious birthday party.

But everything changed with a phone call that Ding Hui went outside to answer.

When she entered the private room again, there was an extra person next to her.

An old man with a childish face and a strong spirit.

"Aha, Mr. Zhong, it turns out that today is your birthday! Congratulations! Why didn't you even inform me. The old man laughed loudly.

Seeing the white-haired old man, Zhong Lixin's face sank.

"Professor Lang, thank you. But it's my birthday today, and I don't want to disturb too many people, I just want to chat with a few students, sorry. ”

Ding Hui's face was extremely embarrassed.

Xu Xian and the others also looked good-looking.

This Professor Lang is a professor of ancient poetry in the Department of Chinese.

It's talented, but it's not like a human being.

Professor Zhong has always looked at him unpleasantly.

The reason is that this guy is too amorous.

The grandsons are almost twenty years old, not honest, and now they have married their third wife.

Soon after he divorced his second wife, he even pursued Professor Zhong, who is still unmarried.

After being rejected, he didn't care and often wrote love poems to her.

This is a very greasy thing in the eyes of many teachers and students, after all, they are already in their seventies.

But he is too old, and he doesn't do anything too much, so although everyone despises it in their hearts, they can't do anything.

After being rejected by Mr. Zhong for the last time, he probably couldn't hold his face, and wrote a poem to mock Mr. Zhong secretly.

Xu Xian vaguely remembered that there was a sentence in it: "Half a hundred people are independent, and a dozen swallows fly in the light rain." ”

This poem has different meanings depending on the broken sentences.

If we press "half a hundred flowers fall, people are independent; a dozen of the light rain, the swallows fly twice", it can be understood as: fifty petals of flowers fall on the tree, and a lonely person stands; the drizzle hits the two swallows, and both of them fly.

If you press "falling flowers, half a hundred people, independent; light rain, a dozen swallows, double flying", the meaning becomes: petals fall, people in their fifties are still alone, in the light rain, twelve swallows fly in pairs.

As soon as this poem came out, Mr. Zhong was very angry.

However, Professor Lang was touted by many people who claimed to be a literati, praising him for his extraordinary literary talent.

Not long ago, he married for the third time.

This time, he married a wife in her twenties.

Many female teachers and students scolded him behind his back for eating tender grass, but he didn't care and boasted of being romantic.

"Hehe, I also just learned about Professor Zhong's birthday, so I don't have time to prepare gifts. In this way, I will write a poem, and I should be ......"

"Wait a minute, Professor Lang!" Xu Xian suddenly stood up.

"Huh?"

Professor Lang looked at her in amazement, not knowing why.

"That's the case, Professor Lang, didn't you get married 'again' some time ago? I showed your photo to a friend of mine, and this friend of mine is also a relatively literary person, and his mouth is full of chapters.

He looked at the photo of you and your wife, and immediately made a poem, I listened to it and thought it was really appropriate, and I always wanted to give it to you, but I felt that the wedding had been a long time since it was a little late, so I never said it.

Listening to you mention poetry today, I remembered it. Why don't I read it to you?"

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for the other party to reply, she read out a few lines of poetry that Lu Yao told as a joke on the wine table:

"Eighteen brides and eighty langs, with pale hair and red makeup.

The mandarin ducks are packed into a double night, and a pear tree presses the begonias!"