“… To a certain extent, philosophy has a very, very profound influence on us human beings, and I think you should understand what I just said. ”

As Huo Yaowen slowly talked about the significance of philosophy to mankind and the value and significance to his personal future, he glanced at the more than 20 people present, and saw that many people were full of interest, and a few showed a little tired expression.

After thinking about it, Huo Yaowen pursed his lips, which were a little dry from speaking, and asked his classmates: "Today is the first philosophy class, do you have any questions, you can talk freely." ”

"Teacher!" a young man sitting in the front row raised his hand.

Huo Yaowen looked sideways, recalled according to the previous roll call, and said, "Classmate Kang Jianfei, if you have any questions, you can stand up and ask." ”

When Kang Jianfei heard this, he stood up, glanced at the classmates on the left and right, raised questions, and said: "Teacher, I liked philosophy very much when I was in middle school, and I often bought some famous foreign philosophy books to read, and by chance, in a book called "World Philosophers", I saw hundreds of the most famous philosophers in the history of philosophy from ancient times to the present, and found that none of them were Chinese, I want to ask the teacher, is there not a philosopher in ancient China to this day?!"

Hearing Kang Jianfei's tricky question, Huo Yaowen couldn't help frowning, in his memory of the original owner, he found that except for some well-known philosophers in modern China, there was indeed no concept of philosophers in ancient times.

After thinking for a long time, Huo Yaowen looked at Kang Jianfei and asked, "Classmate Kang Jianfei, before answering your question, I want to ask, do you know what a philosopher is?"

"A philosopher is a philosopher who takes philosophy as the object of study and has a high attainment in philosophy, and we are called philosophers. Kang Jianfei replied quickly and fluently, and indeed as he said, he had an early understanding of philosophy.

"Not bad. Kang Jianfei replied very well, this is indeed the function of the word philosopher. Huo Yaowen praised Kang Jianfei.

Kang Jianfei, who had just entered the school, turned red, and he was rarely praised by the teacher in class, so he was very embarrassed.

Huo Yaowen continued: "What Kang Jianfei just said is very right, philosophers are indeed scholars who specialize in philosophy. From this point of view, it seems that in the 5,000 years of ancient Chinese history, there have indeed been no well-known philosophers, but ......"

Huo Yaowen's voice changed, and he said: "But there is a premise, the word philosophy is a foreign product, a word set by Western countries, and we all know that no matter how well the translation is, some words are always very different from their original meanings. From ancient times to the present, there is no word for philosophy in our Chinese history, but this does not mean that there are no philosophers in China. Maybe if I say one word, everyone should be able to think of who they are, that is, the hundred schools of thought!"

"During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the Hundred Schools of Thought were the collective names for those who were wise, and we all know that Laozi, Mozi, Zhuangzi, Confucius, Mencius and others were all sages who pursued knowledge and wisdom. ”

"I think you should know the word intellectual, but some people don't know where the word comes from, I want to make it clear here, this word is also a foreign word, at the end of the 19th century, to the beginning of our 20th century, under the influence of Western studies, the word "intellectual" is widely circulated in our country, and it has become a familiar word today. ”

"Before this, there had never been an intellectual in China, but can you say that there were no people who had read and learned knowledge in ancient China?"

"The answer is no!"

In fact, it is true that there were no intellectuals in ancient times, but if we find that these intellectuals have very similar qualities to some people in ancient China, it is reasonable to say that there were intellectuals in ancient China. Therefore, this is a problem of language communication, and it does not mean that there were no people who read books and learned knowledge in ancient China. Kang Jianfei's question just now, asking whether there were philosophers in ancient China, this question should not be valid at all strictly speaking. ”

Huo Yaowen said with a smile: "Maybe Kang Jianfei, you can ask another question, and ask if there are any people in China who are full of questions about wisdom, human beings, and the world since ancient times." We all know the story of Zhuang Zhoumengdie, which is actually a very typical philosophical argument in philosophy that "can people as the subject of knowledge accurately distinguish between the real and the unreal". So were there philosophers in ancient China, you can understand that there were none, but ...... In ancient China, were there any sages who chased wisdom and philosophical concepts, the answer is yes, and there are many, many of them, and there are hundreds of schools of thought, and I don't know how many!"

As Huo Yaowen spoke at length, Kang Jianfei's expression was very excited, and in the end, when he heard "There are hundreds of schools, I don't know how many are ordinary", he applauded excitedly, he had never heard or seen this argument before.

"Bang Bang ......"

With Kang Jianfei taking the lead, the others applauded from the bottom of their hearts or with the flow.

"Jingle Bell ......"

At this time, the bell rang for the end of class.

Seeing this, Huo Yaowen was ready to leave class before he said: "That's all for today's class, I hope that all students who like philosophy can write a copy of their understanding of philosophy after they go back, this homework is counted in credits, so I hope you will pay attention to it." Alright, let's get out of class. ”

"Stand up!"

"Goodbye, teacher!"

"Okay, goodbye. ”

There was a bang, and the students went out with their textbooks.

Huo Yaowen was cleaning up the manuscripts on the table and preparing to go out, when he suddenly noticed two people in front of him, and when he looked up, he saw that it was Zhang Yingying and Xu Anhua.

"What's wrong?" Huo Yaowen asked with a smile, "Is there something wrong?"

"Should I call you Senior Brother Huo, or Teacher Huo?!" Zhang Yingying asked with a smile.

"Everything. Huo Yaowen grinned.

Zhang Yingying thought for a while and said, "Then let's call Teacher Huo, so respectful." ”

"Yes. Is there something wrong with the two of you?"

Zhang Yingying hugged Xu Anhua, who was blushing a little beside her, and said, "No, Huahua and I want to invite Teacher Huo to dinner, I don't know if Teacher Huo can appreciate his face?"

"Huahua?"

Huo Yaowen was slightly stunned when he heard this title, glanced at Xu Anhua sideways, and saw that her face was blushing, and he couldn't help but smile in his heart, he didn't expect that these two people actually knew each other, and the relationship seemed to be quite close.

Huo Yaowen thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Forget it today, I still have some things to deal with, next time, next time I will invite you two." ”

"Ah, well. When Zhang Yingying heard this, she couldn't help but nod in frustration, and then said with a smile: "Teacher Huo, you said that you want to invite me to dinner with Huahua, but don't break your word." ”

After speaking, he pulled Xu Anhua and turned around and left.

Huo Yaowen looked at the backs of the two girls who left, chuckled, didn't care, took the manuscript, and went back to the dormitory.

He is going to Nathan Road in Hong Kong this afternoon to submit the already written "Sweet Honey" to "Literary World", originally this matter was taken on her before, but now that school has started, Huo Yaowen can only submit it himself, anyway, he has finished writing, if he doesn't submit, will it be difficult to leave ashes at the bottom of the box? !

As for whether he can win the first place, Huo Yaowen is actually not very sure, after all, everyone's reading tastes are different, but if it comes to earning the tears of a little girl, he thinks that this book is definitely far beyond the current romance novels.

The three major routines in Korean dramas: car accidents, cancer, and incurable.

Huo Yaowen has almost all been edited into the characters in the book, although some of them are old-fashioned and bloody, but in Hong Kong today, no one will say that.

...

A few days later, 412 Nathan Road, Hong Kong, Literary World Newspaper.

Inside the office of the associate editor-in-chief.

Li Wanfang opened a large file bag, took out a stack of manuscripts from it and looked at it, she read it quickly, almost only read the first page, and then stuffed the thick pile of manuscripts back into the file bag and put it aside.

Continue to take the next one.

In recent days, with the spread and dissemination of the "New Mandarin Duck Butterfly Dream" essay competition, more and more people have come to submit.

Whether a story is good or not, from the first chapter of the content, has already laid the foundation for the later content.

Li Wanfang knows that she can't rule out the kind of boring and amazing works, but her job is only to review some of the best manuscripts, and then hand them to the editor-in-chief for several reviewers to read.

The rest of the manuscript will be handed over to the people below, and if there is a good one, you can talk to the author, and then buy it and fill in the content of the weekly "Literary World".

After reading several manuscripts in a row, Li Wanfang was also a little tired, glanced at the last one on the table, took a sip of coffee, and opened it to continue.

"Sweet honey?!heh, it's a little girl again. ”

Seeing this name, Li Wanfang subconsciously thought that it was written by some students or little girls who liked romance novels.

But looking down, the writing is strong and powerful, with a sharp edge, not like a font that a girl should have.

"Foreword: Sweet honey, how sweet you smile ......"

After seeing this inexplicable preface, Li Wanfang basically lost the mood to read it, but she had her own professional ethics, and she still insisted on reading the content of the first page.

"In 1950, Huo Zainian boarded a ship to Hong Kong......"

"Huh!"

When she saw this, Li Wanfang couldn't help but whisper "Huh", the story of this period didn't seem to have been written before.

I couldn't help but be interested, and I continued to watch.

I have to say that Huo Yaowen's writing is indeed very sophisticated, and the front may be a little boring, but it is not so unbearable that people can't stand it, but after reading it, it has a different flavor when you savor it.

Especially in the description of the characters, Li Wanfang was almost amazed, and the moment she saw the appearance of the suspected heroine Lin Wanrong, according to what was written in the manuscript, she instantly sketched the shadow of a peerless beauty wearing a cheongsam, with long wavy hair, affectionate veins, and charming smiling eyes.

Over time,

Li Wanfang's speed of reading the manuscript became slower and slower, and almost in the end, she read it word by word, and she didn't want to miss even a word.

Huo Zainian looked at Lin Wanrong, who insisted on leaving, thinking of his sick fiancée Li Yanran at home, and couldn't help sighing, and said: [May you be warm in three winters, may you not be cold in spring, may you have a light in the dark, an umbrella in the rain, and may you be accompanied by a good person along the way. May you be all happy, no need to pretend, may you go and have fun and be sincere and kind. From then on, the blessings come to the heart, and they are all free. ]……”

After seeing this content, Li Wanfang finally couldn't suppress the emotions of reading the text before, her eyes gradually moistened, and she was full of pity for this woman whose name was a little similar to her own name, and her story was full of pity, and she subconsciously brought herself into it, and her heart was like a colic.

Wiping the tears that couldn't help but flow out of the corners of her eyes, Li Wanfang glanced at the name of the contributor, wrote the word Fusheng, and couldn't help complaining: "Although the pen name is good, I just write this kind of complaining story......"

Li Wanfang rarely complained about the articles she had read, but today was the first time since she started her career, thinking about the pen name Fusheng, she carefully recalled the meaning of it, and couldn't help but sigh and said: "Perhaps, this is the floating life like a dream, for the sake of joy." ”

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