Jiang Er listened to Yang Yi's words, looked at Professor Yang in front of him in surprise and said, "Old Yang, what do you mean by this?" ”

Yang Yi continued: "Let Director Zheng tell you about this." As he spoke, he pointed to Zheng Lixia, who was attending the ribbon-cutting ceremony in the morning, Zheng Lixia quickly stood up, shook hands with Jiang Er, and said, "Master Jiang, hello, I am Zheng Lixia from Taiyuan University of Technology. Jiang Er hurriedly said, "Fortunately, I will be lucky." The two sat down again.

Zheng Lixia said: "Here's the thing, our Taiyuan University of Technology's School of Architecture is going to reform, and now we have established a supplementary course, which is a secondary course, but there are too few teachers who understand this knowledge, so Mr. Yang recommended Master Jiang to us, we specially invited Master Jiang this time, hoping that Master Jiang can go to Taiyuan and serve as a lecturer for the course." ”

Jiang Er listened, his eyes widened, he was a clay-legged lecturer, he felt like a big joke, and after a while, he came back to his senses, and hurriedly shouted in his mouth: "Hey, don't you dare to grin, don't dare to grin, such a big thing, you don't dare to take it, what kind of person is Ne, you go to the wrong person's son." ”

Yang Yi listened to it and said with a smile: "Erxing, don't be modest, don't shirk, this matter is only you, I can't believe others, I don't recommend it, do you know why?"

Jiang Er hurriedly shook his head, and Yang Yi continued: "Just based on the words of the two misleading people just now, it means that you have a conscience, not a meritorious person, and the people you teach must not be wrong, your knowledge is not in the textbooks, and we currently do not have teaching books for this course, so you are the best candidate, just tell the students about the little skills in your stomach." ”

Jiang Er still shook his head and said: "No, Yang Lao, Nelian almost finished junior high school, how can you teach others? ”

Zheng Lixia and Yang Yi looked at each other, and both smiled helplessly, Yang Yi scratched his head and said, "You really can't speak this dialect, but you can learn Mandarin slowly." The knowledge in your belly can't be faked, and I think I can't catch up with you. What's more, this Kanyu is only a secondary course, auxiliary knowledge, and there are no scores in school, so you can rest assured, there is nothing wrong with people, you think about it again, I don't embarrass you. ”

Jiang Er's head shook into a rattle when he heard this, and he said in his mouth: "Old Yang, this is really not a big face, please don't move, but Ne really doesn't have this ability, Ne really doesn't have the ability to do this, he even understands himself, and he still makes a living by educating people? ”

Zheng Lixia heard Jiang Er's words, and hurriedly continued: "Master Jiang, you are too modest, do you know why we want to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony of your school in the morning? Originally, Ms. Hu Suping in the morning, who was also a student of Teacher Yang, came here with me this time to inspect Master Jiang, and the ribbon-cutting was just a coincidence, and Hu Hall temporarily came up with the idea of cheering you on. Hu Hall saw that you opened this art school, and immediately said that a person who can think of promoting folk art, a person who knows how to inherit, and a person who can do education, do not need to investigate, is absolutely qualified to be a lecturer, so Hu Hall didn't even participate in your noon banquet, so he went back to the provincial party committee to report, Hu Hall has a high evaluation of you, Master Jiang doesn't need to shirk, you are the most suitable person. ”

Jiang Er heard it, but he still didn't agree, and Yang Yi was not embarrassed Jiang Er, and said: "Erxing, okay, we won't let you make a decision now, after all, you also have a family and your own career, you discuss with the big guy and then make a decision, but I eagerly hope that you can come to Taiyuan." As he spoke, he was polite to Jiang Er for a while, letting Jiang Er think about it for a while, and when he left, Yang Yi said to Jiang Er again: "Erxing, our invitation to you is indefinite, there is no time limit, if you don't agree today, we will come again in the future, looking forward to your joining!"

This sudden invitation,

caught Jiang Er off guard, his career in Yunshan had just begun, the "Xingyi Business Company" had just had an eyebrow, the school had just been established, the art troupe had just flourished, everything Jiang Er was not ready, it was only the development stage, there was this matter, Jiang Er was not only worried about these things, Jiang Er also had a cowardice in his heart.

Jiang Er's sense of belonging that has nowhere to be placed has finally been found in Yunshan, and now that he has his own home, how can he consider wandering, so Jiang Er will not agree to Yang Yi's invitation, Jiang Er wants to take root in Yunshan with his own Erxiu, and take root in this beautiful, simple, and honest land.......

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In the summer of 2019, Yanzhou has undergone earth-shaking changes, more than 20 years ago, the name of a crazy mayor Ren Qingbo remained in the hearts of the people of Yanzhou City, high-rise buildings rose from the ground, and the majestic ancient city wall surrounded the old city in it, as if the history was frozen in an instant, "one river and two ancient and modern cities, three years and five years in the clouds" (the original slogan is "one axis and two cities to build Datong, three or five years later, it will be very different" Here in order to meet the occasion, there is this change) slogan in Ren Qingbo's tenure realized, across a river, as if across the millennium, on one side is the high-rise city of bustling cities, on the other side is the simple vicissitudes of the millennium ancient city, so that tourists shuttle back and forth in the long river of history, rippling to their heart's content.

A spacious business car with a Jin A license plate number, from the provincial capital has been driven to Yanzhou, passing through the Yungang Grottoes, parked on a spacious four-lane asphalt road, the asphalt road is a hillside full of greenery, on the other side is the ten-mile river "Wu Zhouchuan", a few people came down from the car, led by a sturdy old man, holding a five or six-year-old child in one hand, walking towards a cement bridge not far away, several people from the car were ready to follow, the old man turned around, and said to everyone in standard Mandarin: " You don't have to come along, just go back to the car and wait, I'll take Xiaoxin for a walk. The people who got out of the car listened and went back to the car.

The old man didn't let people follow, probably because he didn't want the people behind to look at his already moist eyes, the old man walked to the bridge, the old man looked at the green mountains in front of him, his spirit began to be in a trance, and his mouth muttered: "It's different, it's different." Then he turned around and looked at a tubaoshan beam on the other side of the river like an ingot, and said, "It's this, it's this, it's changed too much." ”

The old man squatted down and said to the child: "Xiaoxin, you don't know, grandpa, when I was a child, I was a monkey in this realm, when I was a little older than you." ”

The way the child listened to his grandfather suddenly changed to a dialect that he did not understand, and said, "Grandpa, what are you talking about? ”

The old man smiled and said, "Don't you understand what grandpa said?" and then pondered for a while, as if talking to himself: "I don't understand, grandpa is about to forget, so I can't help but want to say this." ”

At this time, a teenager suddenly ran out of the tree row in the forest in the distance, and looked at the old man and the young man standing at the head of the bridge, and few people came to this realm, so the child shouted curiously: "Hey, what are you doing?" The child beside the old man listened, and said to the old man: "Grandpa, grandpa, what he said is the same as you, he is grinning." ”

When the old man heard the local voice, he waved to the child excitedly and said, "Son, come here." When the boy heard this, he was not timid, and jumped down the slope, and then ran to the old man, and continued to ask the old man, "What are you doing?

The old man looked at the child and said, "Oh, I used to live here...... Whose kid are you? Why did you end up in such a man's realm?"

The boy glanced at the old man, his face was very raw, he had seen a few grandfathers come to this forest, but the one in front of him, he had never seen it, so he said: "Who said that there are people, the grandfather's family lives here!"

In a hidden place, the old man set up a tent, looked at it, sure enough, there was a small house in the mountains and forests, the old man vaguely remembered that the land used to live in all outsiders, and the former place name was "Dongshan Ge Dan" so he asked the child: "What are you called?"

The boy straightened his chest and said, "Ne is called Li Xiangyin, and Ne is called Li Fei." You haven't told you yet, what are you doing? ”

The old man listened, thought about it and said, "Li Fei?...... Li Fei. Then he said a little excitedly: "Li Fei is your eldest family, then your grandfather's family lives here, do you live here too?"

The child also said out of sight: "The Ne's family is in the city, and Ne Ye and his grandmother raise wild pheasants here, and they live with Ne Ye during the summer vacation." ”

The old man cat bent down and touched the child's hair, and said, "Raise wild pheasants?

The child then replied in Mandarin, "I can speak Mandarin, but my grandfather and grandmother speak in dialects, and I follow them, and if I speak Mandarin again, it is easy to bite my tongue, so I speak in dialects." After saying this, he turned into a dialect and said, "You haven't told Ne yet, what are you doing?"

When the old man heard this, he said with a smile: "Ne, is your grandfather's friend, Ne, who is here to find your grandfather, can you take Nee to find your grandfather?"

The child listened, carefully looked at the old man in front of him, not like a deceitful lord, then nodded, turned his head and ran towards a path in the forest, the old man held his grandson, and slowly followed, the old man walked along the path to the hut in the mountain forest, vaguely heard the sound of "clucking" free-range chickens in the forest, the grandson pointed to the old man not far away and said: "Grandpa, look, chickens, chickens, a lot of chickens." Then the pheasants cried in their mouths.

The old man can see, sigh in his heart, his mind is searching for memories, searching for those past, those wild pheasants seem to have become lambs, foraging in the forest, suddenly, from the mountains and forests came out of a burst of long-lost mountain songs, the sound of mountain songs is high-pitched and bright, with the echo of the mountains, layer upon layer, just like the time flowing in the years, keep going back, the old man looked at the sound of the mountain song, the mountain forest is gone, the surroundings become bare, only a little round and fluffy artemisia, a man with a white towel, standing on the hillside, shaking the sheep whip in his hand, singing emotional mountain songs in a high-pitched voice:

"Sheep belly hand towel ~ three blues;

It's easy for us to meet~ It's hard to talk;

One is shouting on that hill ~ one is in that ditch;

We can't talk about it~ just beckon;

I can see the village shouting~ I can't see the person;

Tearful eggs were thrown on the Artemisia Forest......"

==End of this book==Song recommendation==Baidu self-search==

"Back to the Village, Hurt My Heart"

Singing: A bottle high

Lyrics: Yang Donghong

Composer: One bottle high

A few lumps of clouds drift in the old blue sky;

The pheasant fluttered and shook the tree slightly;

I couldn't see my mother on the shore;

The window grille flowers are also pasted in the old earthen kiln.

The chicken does not crow, and the dog does not bite along the way;

The heart is beating quietly;

I can't hear my sister's laughter on the beam;

The water grid is very pretty.

Touch the body of the tree and think about the roots;

Go back to the village and hurt your heart;

To whom the sky and the earth are far away;

I couldn't find my hometown door in my dream.

See a homeland and think about people;

Go back to the village and lose your soul;

Relatives and children are looking for them;

Suona sound flew over the ditch.