Zheng Xudong listened to the instructor Xia Xuehan say that there was a teacher in the office next to him who wanted to test his Arabic level, so he came to the next room and knocked on the door three times, and after hearing someone inside, "Please come in", he pushed the door and walked in. When he saw the teacher who was going to test him inside, he couldn't help but say, "I'm the next Ao! It's you!"

The teacher standing opposite him walked over to him with a smile, took the initiative to stretch out his hand and looked at Zheng Xudong and said in fluent Arabic: "Hello Anton! I'm He Jiong, and I'm here to test your teacher!"

That's right, standing opposite Zheng Xudong is a big name in the hosting industry, He Jiong, one of the three magic weapons of HN Satellite TV. Less than 1.70 meters tall, thin, wearing a black suit with a blue shirt without a tie, a pair of jeans underneath, neatly combed hairstyle, and small eyes but very godly.

Zheng Xudong was stunned by the future big man in front of him, and he forgot to speak for a while, but he grabbed He Jiong's hand and refused to let go.

He Jiong shook his left hand in front of Zheng Xudong's eyes, and said jokingly: "Hey!

Zheng Xudong reacted immediately, and also said in fluent Arabic: "Teacher He Jiong, I am your fan, I only heard that you teach in the university before, but I didn't expect you to teach at Beijing Foreign University, and you also teach Arabic, my God, does that mean that I will be able to take your class in the future!" Seeing He Jiong nodded, "Great, I can think of the scene when the screams of those girls put the roof up after you arrived in the class." ”

"I'll talk about it later, but I've been commissioned by the principal to test your Arabic skills to see if you can learn on your own. So you have to be very serious next, because my assessment is directly related to whether you can achieve the goal of self-study. He Jiong said very seriously.

"I understand, Mr. He, you can ask the question!"

He Jiong picked up a few pieces of A4 paper from the desk next to him and handed them to Zheng Xudong, "This is a press release, I want you to read it out directly." Come, come over here and sit down. He Jiong moved a chair and placed it in the center of the office, and then he sat behind a desk three meters away from Zheng Xudong.

Zheng Xudong glanced at the content of the first A4 paper at a glance and knew that this was an ordinary press release, intercepted from the last five-minute comment on the incident by the host Shui Junyi in the CCTV Focus Interview last night. Zheng Xudong cleared his throat and began to speak in standard Arabic: "The audience has seen that this paper mill has been discharging a large amount of untreated sewage into the local mother river all year round, and now it has reached the point where residents have a peculiar smell when drinking tap water all year round... Zheng Xudong just glanced at the entire manuscript and wrote it down, when he began to speak, he no longer looked at the manuscript in his hand, but took He Jiong's head as a lens, and read the entire manuscript fluently at the announcer's speed.

He Jiong said expressionlessly after Zheng Xudong finished reading: "Open the next one." It's a poem in Arabic, read aloud emotionally, and give you a minute to prepare. ”

Only time

Author: Enya

You are no longer you, and time is no longer time

فاروقجويدة

أنفاسنافيالأفقحائرة.

Our breath wanders in the sky

تفتشعنمكان

Find a place

جثثالسنينتنامبينضلوعنا

The wreckage of years sleeps on our chests

فأشمرائحة

I smell a fragrance

لشيءماتفيقلبيوتسقطدمعتان

It was something that died in the heart, and the tears became two lines

فالعطرعطركوالمكان.. هوالمكان

The fragrance is still your fragrance... The place is still the same place

لكنشيئاقدتكسربيننا

It's just that something between us is broken

لاأنتأنت.. ولاالزمانهوالزمان

You're no longer you... Time is no longer time

عيناكهاربتانمنثأرقديم

Your eyes dodge past grudges

فيالوجهسردابعميق.

A deep elongation can be seen on the face

وتلالأحلاموحلمزائف

Countless dreams piled up, and one was just a pretense

ودموعقنديليفتشعنبريق..

The tears of the lighthouse look for the light that flashes

عيناككالتمثاليرويقصةعبرت

Your eyes tell stories of the past, like statues

ولايدريالكلام

I don't know words

وعلىشواطئهابقايامنحطام

There are remnants of debris on the shore of the past

فالحلمسافرمنسنين

Dream has gone far away many years ago

والشاطئالمسكينينتظرالمسافرأنيعود

The embankment is so pitiful, waiting for the wanderer to return home

وشواطئالزمانقدسئمتكهوفالإنتظار

The banks of time are tired of waiting, like a cave empty

الشاطئالمسكينيشعربالدوار..

The embankment is so pitiful that it is dizzy to see the direction

لاتسأليني..

Don't ask me

لاتسأليني..

Don't ask me

كيفضاعالحبمنافيالطريق؟

How does love fall from us along the way?

يأتيإليناالحبلاندريلماذاجاء

When love comes, we don't know why it comes

قديمضيويتركنارمادامنحريق..

Maybe it's gone, leaving us like burning ashes

فالحبأمواج.. وشطآنوأعشاب..

Love is the waves... It's the embankment... It's green grass...

ورائحةتفوحمنالغريق

It is the fragrance of sinking

العطرعطركوالمكانهوالمكان

The fragrance is still your fragrance, and the place is still the same place

واللحننفساللحن

The same melody is playing

أسكرناوعربدفيجوانحنا

Drunk us and wreaking havoc in our bodies

فذابتمهجتان

Two souls withered

لكنشيئامنرحيقالأمسضاع

What is lost in the wine of yesteryear

حلمتراجع..! توبةفسدت!ضميرمات!

The dream is back! Confession is fermented early! The heart is dead!

ليلفيدروباليأسيلتهمالشعاع

Night, engulfed in light in rugged disappointment

الحبفيأعماقناطفلتشردكالضياع

The love in our hearts is that of a lost child, wandering around

نحياالوداعولمنكن

We waved goodbye to parting, but we didn't

نفكريومافيالوداع

Knowing that one day we will also part

ماذاماذايفيد

What still makes sense

إذاقضيناالعمرأصناما

If you spend a long life like a puppet

يحاصرنامكان

Trapped us, there was a place

لملاقولأمامكلالناسضلالراهبان؟

In front of everyone, why don't we say that the two monks are confused?

لملانقولياحبيبتيقدماتفينا.. العاشقان؟

Why don't we say, my dear, that the two people who loved each other between us are dead?

فالعطرعطركوالمكانهوالمكان

The fragrance is still your fragrance, and the place is still the same place

لكنني..

And yet I

ماعدتأشعرفيربوعكبالأمان

I don't feel at peace with you anymore

شيءتكسربيننا..

Something between us is broken

لاأنتأنتولاالزمانهوالزمان.

You're no longer you... Time is no longer time.

Zheng Xudong quickly read through this little Arabic poem from beginning to end, then closed his eyes and was silent for ten seconds, and then began to read aloud, his voice was very low, plus only he and He Jiong were relatively empty in the office, his deep voice seemed to be magnetic floating in the room, there was a trace of charm, a trace of intoxication, a trace of sorrow, a trace of sadness. When Zheng Xudong finished reading this poem, He Jiong, who was sitting behind the desk and listening attentively, didn't know when he started to shed two lines of tears from the corners of his eyes, he was brought into the poem by Zheng Xudong's low and ethereal voice, and he felt as if his heart had been firmly bound by the shackles of time and space between lovers in the poem, and he could no longer break free.

He first pressed the stop button on the SONY high-end voice recorder on the table, then took out a tissue bag and took out two tissues to wipe his tears, "Anton, I want to apply for this time-only poem you recited to be added to the Arabic listening test and appreciation, are you willing? ”

"It's my honor!" Zheng Xudong stood up and bowed.

"Well, one last test, come and sit here and write down this poem that is only about time. He Jiong stood up and gave up his seat to Zheng Xudong.

After Zheng Xudong walked over and sat down, he picked up the blank A4 paper on the table, took out his Montblanc commemorative gold pen and began to write. Zheng Xudong learned Arabic with Xiao Ai in his mind, he had learned how to write Arabic, he knew that in modern times, to Turkey's Hamid Amedi (1891~1981) and Iraq's Hashim Mohammed (1917~1973) as the representative of the two calligraphy giants, representing the highest level of Arabic calligraphy in the 20th century, its ink treasure is regarded as a treasure of Arab countries and calligraphy art. And it was the calligraphy of the two of them that he was modeled at that time.

He Jiong carefully held the A4 paper of the poem written by Zheng Xudong in his hand, and carefully read it over and over again, "Anton, I also want to keep this little poem you copied and hang it on the propaganda board of our department, so that everyone can carefully learn your Arabic calligraphy." Questions?"

"No problem, I'm afraid that the writing will not meet the standards required by the school. Zheng Xudong said modestly.

"I'm qualified to evaluate whether the writing is good or not, okay, anyway, the official start of the class will be after the military training, so you can go back and wait for the notice. I'm going to report to the principal on your evaluation. After speaking, He Jiong took out his mobile phone and said, "Let's leave a phone number for each other, and when we have time to introduce a few good friends in the circle to you." ”

Zheng Xudong was happy when he heard it, He Jiong is well-known and has a good reputation in the circle, and many people are looking forward to being friends with him, and he has almost no negative news and scandals in the entertainment industry for many years, except for one time someone who said that he was suspected of eating empty pay if he took his salary and did not attend classes outside Beijing.

Zheng Xudong came out to do his own business, and He Jiong came to Principal Chen Yulu's office with a voice recorder and the A4 paper.

Principal Chen saw that it was the "big star" of the school who came, and hurriedly asked He Jiong to sit down.

Before Principal Chen could speak, He Jiong first said, "Principal Chen wants me to inspect a student, I don't understand what it means?"

"Oh, what's the problem?" Principal Chen was also stunned by He Jiong's words.

"It's a big problem!" He Jiong's words made President Chen's heart sink, could it be that Zheng Xudong, a student, has been lying to me, in fact, he will not come to cheat on his graduation certificate at all, hum! If this is the case, then he has miscalculated, he is too underestimated to be the urine sex of this ministerial-level university, if you can't do it, I won't issue you a graduation certificate. Whoever told you to deceive the school, deceive the organization, deceive the leadership, these are simply three deadly sins!

"Principal Chen, I see that you didn't let me inspect the students, but sent someone to inspect me, that student named Zheng Xudong's Arabic listening, speaking, reading and writing skills have surpassed my level in all aspects, you still let me inspect him, are you kidding!"

"Okay, don't act in front of me, I know you admire him, don't you?" said Principal Chen Yulu with a smile.

He Jiong finally didn't collapse, and laughed with a "poof", "You can see this, it seems that I am not suitable to be a good actor, I can only be a host." ”

"Okay, don't show off, how did he get on the test? He's really better at Arabic than you?"

"Empty words, let the evidence speak. He Jiong took out the voice recorder in his pocket, "Principal, this is a small poem in Arabic recited by Zheng Xudong, one of the exam questions, please listen to it!" After speaking, He Jiong pressed the play button.

Zheng Xudong's deep voice came out of the high-fidelity SONY voice recorder, although Chen Yulu couldn't understand Arabic, Zheng Xudong read aloud very smoothly, and his voice was very mellow when he read aloud. He Jiong closed his eyes and listened to it again, and after the playback, He Jiong said: "Principal Chen, this level of reading aloud cannot be achieved even if a professional Arabic announcer does not have a long time of work accumulation. I want to use his reading aloud as a speech and listening textbook in my teaching, you see... ”

"I don't care about this matter, you go to the dean of your Arabic Academy to discuss, if the dean agrees, the school has no opinion on this aspect. Well, it seems that what he said has passed, so how is it written?"

"I'll show you this, and you'll know, it's the little Arabic poem he wrote just now, which he just read. As he spoke, he handed the A4 paper handwritten by Zheng Xudong to Chen Yulu.

Even though Chen Yulu doesn't know Arabic, he still has eyesight, and he can see that the Arabic writing is very beautiful.

"Principal, I still want to add this piece of paper written by Zheng Xudong to the textbook, so that the students can copy this little poem written by him. ”

"According to what I just said, your academy decides this matter by itself, and the school is not involved. How well does he speak and can he understand your conversation with him?"

"We were communicating in Arabic from the time he came in until the end of the test, and he spoke more standard than I spoke, and I would have thought I was talking to an Arab just by listening to the voice. ”

"Teacher He Jiong, you have such a high evaluation of him, which means that he passed the test and is allowed to obtain an undergraduate diploma through self-study?!"

"Yes, Headmaster. In fact, the Arabic language department is not simple, but it is not difficult, it is the same as English itself does not have too many courses, the freshman year is to learn phonetic transcription from scratch, rote memorization of words, phrases, simple grammar and simple daily conversations. In the sophomore year, students began to learn a variety of complex sentence patterns, and then continued to memorize some complex words, by the way, they learned some customs of Arab countries, understood their way of life, taboos in life, etc., and the junior year required students to begin to master dialogue, write some simple essays or various official documents, and learn some famous Arabic literature, appreciation of film and television works, and graduated from the internship in the senior year. What I'm talking about is the entire undergraduate program in our Arabic department, and the same is roughly true for other language departments. I heard that he has been to Dubai and Abu Dhabi, the capital of the United Arab Emirates, twice, and has lived there for nearly 10 days twice, and he has not found a translator! He has spoken Arabic with the locals, and has also been received by the Emirate of Dubai and the King of the United Arab Emirates.

"Okay, HN TV is willing to let you go to Dubai for a year, and the school will definitely not delay you, how about it?"

"Principal Chen, count you ruthless! I'm leaving. ”

Looking at the background of He Jiong's outing, Principal Chen showed a smug smile, "Sample, fight with me, you are still tender!"