In the capital after summer, the days are extraordinarily long. At 7 o'clock in the evening, the sky was still bright on the outskirts of Beijing.

The moon had risen in the west, but the sun was still radiating heat.

A green train pulls hundreds of wagons of goods from the south and slowly moves towards its intended destination.

The whistle on the locomotive whined for about ten minutes before it gradually weakened.

Not far from the railroad tracks, a large area of boxy buildings is surrounded by even more boxy walls.

Directly south of the wall, at the entrance of the gate, is engraved with the name of the unit, which is slightly unfamiliar to the vast majority of Chinese living in 1995: the Affiliated Graduate School of the Chinese Social Science Bureau.

This vice-ministerial-level institution, which is known for its theoretical research on philosophy, modern Chinese history and party history, was still slightly ambiguous at this time. It is neither a pure administrative agency or a public institution, nor can it be regarded as an independent institution of higher education.

After all, there is no university in the world that only accepts graduate students and not undergraduates.

However, people inside the institution feel a lot of pleasure about the academic privilege of not even having a volunteer code for the college entrance examination, but being qualified to cultivate their own master's and doctoral degrees.

In the early years, social science research was severely oppressed in China. And what is particularly sad is that this oppression is mainly from below, not from above. Before it was separated from the large system of thousands of disciplines of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the social science department under the direct leadership of the Chinese Academy of Sciences had to spend a lot of time and energy every day to explain to some fools who felt that they had mastered the mysteries of the world before finishing junior high school and were full of black and white thinking patterns:

Social science is also part of the science of grass your grandma!

And we people who are engaged in the study of literature, history, and philosophy—no! yes! liar!

After the catastrophe subsided in the past ten years, the Social Science Bureau finally put up an independent yamen signboard.

A group of China's top experts in literature, history, and philosophy finally no longer have to worry about those who are doing the work of growing cabbage but have the heart of the world's unity, and while shouting "rejuvenating the country through science and education," they have written endless letters to the leaders of the Central Bureau of Science and Technology, demanding that the funds for humanities and social science research be reduced, and even that entire social science research institutions be abolished.

Even in the 80s, there was a wave of public opinion in China that "if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid to go all over the world" and "smart people study science, and fools study liberal arts", the Social Science Bureau, which already had an independent office and a source of funding at that time, was no longer afraid of this kind of war of words. The Social Science Bureau stood tall in the midst of the vast attacking rhetoric and held on until the end of the 80s, when China's literary craze and Chinese studies fever rose together, and the Social Science Bureau finally waited for the spring of the market.

The fools have no one to care about. The Social Science Bureau's own master's and doctoral degrees are like dumplings, graduating from school piece by piece, and stepping into management positions in key departments.

The white-haired Xun Jianxiang stood in front of the desk in the office, looking at the train from the top floor, thinking of his hard work in the past few decades for no reason, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth. He picked up the enamel cup, took a large sip of the tea that had been brewed I don't know how many times since this morning, and then lowered his head to look at the things on the table in front of him.

It was a fax that had just arrived from Shanghai.

"Teacher, Mr. Guo said that you have to see it for yourself. There was also a middle-aged man in his forties standing in the office, who was well-mannered.

Xun Jianxiang put down the cup, took out reading glasses from his pocket and put them on, and said with a smile: "You, Teacher Guo, don't stay in the capital well, go all the way to Shanghai to be the principal, and now you have to send a fax if you have anything to contact, do you say it's troublesome?"

The young man seemed to be a little embarrassed, and replied with a smile: "It's not much trouble to send a fax, right?"

"Okay, it's not me who runs the errands anyway, you can speak for your own teacher. Xun Jianxiang said and picked up the fax. He read things very slowly, with only a thousand words, and it took him about ten minutes to put them down.

The young man immediately asked, "What does Teacher Xun think?"

Xun Jianxiang put down the fax, took off his glasses, shook his head very seriously, and commented: "It's not good." The previous content, that is, in the direction, is a bit interesting, but the discussion is too simplistic, and it is not systematic at all. The second half of the paragraph is nonsense, and the logic is barely justifying, but how can it be written and written to become a child's writing essay? What do you teachers want to do when they send me this thing?"

The young man smiled: "Teacher Xun, you are really right, this is an examination room essay." ”

Xun Jianxiang frowned: "What, your teacher's child, who has taken the college entrance examination this year and wants to ask me for a favor? Let me tell you, the college entrance examination is not a joke." Don't say I have no way out of this kind of thing, even if I have a way, I won't help with it!"

The young man hurriedly said, "No, no, you misunderstood. This is not an essay for the college entrance examination......"

Xun Jianxiang asked: "It's not a college entrance examination essay, what is it?"

The young man smiled and said, "It was my teacher's closed disciple who wrote it in their provincial essay contest." ”

"Provincial Essay Competition?" Xun Jianxiang became more and more confused the more he listened, "How old are you junior brother this year?"

"Seven years old. ”

"How old is it?!" Xun Jianxiang looked like a ghost.

The young man took out a fax from his briefcase and handed it over: "Teacher Xun, this is all the information of the child, my teacher would like to invite you to go to Shanghai and be a witness to his apprenticeship ceremony." ”

"What age is this still the apprentice ceremony?" Xun Jianxiang took the information suspiciously, but now it was ten lines at a glance, and muttered while watching: "Lin Miao, seven years old, the city's Olympiad champion, father Lin Guorong, author of works such as "Small Courtyard Miscellaneous Talk" and "Residence Hair", eh, it seems that I have heard it somewhere......"

The young man said: "Best-selling author, both books were sold out in Xinhua Bookstore at the end of last year. ”

"Oh...... In that case, it can be regarded as a scholarly family, what does the child's mother do?" Xun Jianxiang asked curiously.

The young man also showed a curious look: "What does his mother do, I really haven't asked, but if you can raise such a child, it shouldn't be too bad, right?"

"Cultivation?" Xun Jianxiang nodded lightly, and shook his head slightly, "A seven-year-old child can write this kind of thing, unless he is three or four years old, he can already recognize almost all the words, and he will have to insist on reading a lot of books every day in the next few years." To be honest, I don't really believe that a seven-year-old child can write this kind of thing, even if he is a prodigy, the Central Science and Technology Bureau has been established for so many years, and it seems that he has never heard of a prodigy in the direction of social sciences, right?

The young man thought for a while and said slowly: "Probably not, the title of the competition is strictly confidential, and even if the question is missed, who will teach the child to write this kind of thing? Besides, the person who can write this kind of thing will not become an elementary school teacher, right?"

"Don't underestimate elementary school teachers. Some elementary school teachers are also of a very high level. Xun Jianxiang said unbiasedly.

The young man explained: "But that kind of elementary school teacher can only be found in Beijing and Shanghai, right? Besides, the child was brought by one of my senior sisters, and I can trust my senior sister's personality." I heard my teacher say that he watched this child with his own eyes and wrote this article word by word, and my teacher touched the bottom of the child. ”

Xun Jianxiang asked, "What did your teacher say?"

The young man replied, "My teacher said that this child is now qualified to follow him, and he will study for both bachelor's and master's degrees." Also, Qian Muen, a university affiliated to the China Science and Technology Bureau, looked for the child last year, and originally wanted to send him to the prodigy class, but the child refused. ”

"That Qian Mounn who is engaged in special children's education research?"

"Yes. ”

Xun Jianxiang frowned deeply: "The child is really only seven years old this year?"

The young man nodded: "It's true, seven years old." ”

Xun Jianxiang thought for a while, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back for two steps, looked out the window and sighed: "It's unreasonable, it's not scientific......"

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