Jiang Feng walked out of the office building, glanced back at the floor where Chu Qingran's office was located, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Glancing around, Jiang Feng headed directly to the southwest.

The Faculty of Arts is in the southwest, and Jiang Feng has studied and worked there for nearly ten years, so he is naturally very familiar with it.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Feng came to a seven-story building, which was built in a decent manner, with pavilions and pavilions in front of the building, highlighting the unique garden temperament of Jiangnan University.

After a slight pause, Jiang Feng walked straight into the building.

"Huh, Mr. Jiang?"

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from behind.

"It's you, Liu Xin. Jiang Feng looked back and smiled, in fact, he didn't need to look back, Jiang Feng knew who was coming just by his voice.

The person who came was none other than Liu Xin, a former student of Jiang Feng and now a counselor in the first and second classes of the Chinese Language Department of the Faculty of Letters.

"Is the teacher here to go through the formalities and resume work?" asked Liu Xinxiao with a smile.

"Well, I'm going to report to Dean Huang. Jiang Feng smiled.

"That's great, we'll be colleagues from now on. Liu Xin said playfully, "It just so happens that I also want Dean Huang to go with me?"

"Go together. "Jiang Feng is indispensable.

The two talked and laughed all the way, walked into the elevator, went straight to the seventh floor, and came to the door with "Dean's Office" written on it.

"Knock knock!"

Liu Xin knocked on the office door.

"Please come in!"

A neutral male voice came from the office.

Jiang Feng and the others immediately gently pushed open the door and walked in.

"Dean. Liu Xin shouted.

"Teacher. Jiang Feng also smiled.

Behind a desk piled with thick layers of documentary material, a man in his fifties looked up with glasses.

He first glanced at Liu Xin, and when he cast his eyes on Jiang Feng's face again, he suddenly showed excitement.

"Jiang Feng, Xiao Jiang, it's really your ........."

Dean Huang got up, walked a few steps quickly to Jiang Feng, looked at Jiang Feng carefully, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Child, it's good to be back, it's good to be back." Yesterday Xiao Li came over and said you were coming back, and I couldn't believe it was true. ”

"Teacher. Jiang Feng was moved, supported his teacher, who was over half a hundred years old, and blamed himself: "I came back, I didn't expect that after several years, you still remember the students, but I didn't come ......over as soon as I came back."

Dean Huang is not only the dean of the Faculty of Arts, but also Jiang Feng's teacher of words and deeds, and his doctoral supervisor.

"Hehe, what are you talking about, it's good to come back, it's good to come back safely. Dean Huang was pleased.

After a pause, his expression was a little gloomy, and he sighed: "It's a pity that Xinran her, alas, by the way, you still have a child, do you know?"

Dean Huang, as Xinran's teacher, also had an understanding of Xinran's past and afterlife, and knew that Xinran died of amniotic fluid embolism after giving birth to a daughter.

Of course, not many people know these things, and only a few people know about them in Jiangnan University, such as Zhang Meng who they met before, Dean Huang and the head of the Chinese Language Department in front of them, and Liu Xin also knows some.

"Well, I know, I also brought the little guy here today, his name is An An, it's very cute. Jiang Feng thought of An An, and a soft smile appeared on his face.

"An An, sure enough!" Liu Xin on the side nodded in her heart, confirming her previous judgment.

In fact, after Liu Xin went back that day, she sorted out the relationship between Jiang Feng, Chu Qingran, and Chu Xinran, and roughly deduced the cause and effect of the incident.

Chu Qingran and Chu Xinran, if Liu Xin didn't know the relationship between the two before, but through the Jiang Feng they knew together and their names, Liu Xin could also roughly infer that the two should be sisters.

And then it was easy to explain, combined with the fact that she knew that Teacher Xinran died because of her daughter, Jiang Feng disappeared, and it was not impossible for the little girl, that is, An An, to be raised by Chu Qingran as the eldest sister.

Later, Jiang Feng came back and gave Principal Chu a name, so it was reasonable to explain.

Now I heard Jiang Feng personally say that An An was the daughter of him and Teacher Xinran, which also confirmed her guess.

"Teacher, I'm going to teach my classics when I come back this time. Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"Well, your attainments in classical literature are no worse than mine, in fact, it is a bit overkill to let you teach classical literature. Dean Huang nodded.

After a pause, Dean Huang said again: "It's also a coincidence, some time ago, Mr. Lin, the first-year class teacher of the Chinese Language Department, who was supposed to teach classical literature to freshmen, suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. ”

"Hmm...... You can also be the homeroom teacher of the second class. Dean Huang said with a smile.

"Me?" Jiang Feng was stunned, he really didn't expect this errand to fall on him.

But then he smiled again: "It's okay, the head teacher is both, and there is nothing else, I will do it." ”

"That's right. Dean Huang was relieved, turned to look at Liu Xin and asked, "By the way, Xiao Liu, what are you looking for me?"

When Liu Xin heard the dean's question, she smiled bitterly and said, "There was something wrong, but now it's gone." ”

"What do you say?" said Dean Huang curiously.

"Originally, Director Wang of the department wanted Mr. Kobayashi to take charge of the second class teacher and the course of classical literature, but now that the dean has made the decision, this matter is gone. Liu Xin said.

"Xiaolin, which Xiaolin?" said Dean Huang with a frown.

Lin Qingyun, who just joined Qingyun University this year, has a doctorate in Chinese language. Liu Xin replied.

"It turned out to be him, let him teach a one-year elective course first, this person is too impetuous and needs to be sharpened, even if Jiang Feng didn't come to let him be the head teacher, it is not suitable. Dean Huang said softly.

"I see. Liu Xin nodded and said, "Then I'll go back first." ”

"Well, you take Jiang Feng to your department together, there have been a lot of new teachers in the department in the past few years, and it just so happens that you introduce him and get to know him. Dean Huang pointed at Jiang Feng and said.

"Okay Dean. Liu Xin nodded.

"Teacher, my formalities. Jiang Feng pointed to the document on the desk.

"Just let me do it, I will file it directly after I sign it, you don't have to take it back. Dean Huang smiled and waved his hand, "Go ahead and familiarize yourself with the environment." ”

"Well, thank you, teacher. ”

...........

Jiang Feng and Liu Xin walked out of the corridor and took the elevator directly down to the fourth floor, where the main teachers of the Chinese language department were basically there.

The two walked to the door of an office in the Department of Chinese Languages, and before they could enter, they heard a burst of laughter and the sound of reciting poems from inside.

"Thousands of plants are dewed, where are they red. The wind warms the fairy source, and the spring and water are in the country. The warbler should see the fall, and the dancing butterfly is unknown. Desire for pictures, branches with bamboo bushes. ”

"Good poetry, Mr. Lin is really brilliant, worthy of being a doctor from Qingbei University!"

"Yes, I'm afraid this poem is no worse than some ancient masterpieces!"