Jia Youwei said a lot of words and felt some dry mouth. So, he picked up the blue and white porcelain tea bowl from the table next to him and held it in his hand.

He held the bottom of the bowl with his left hand, lifted the lid with his right hand, took a big sip, and then placed the lid and tea bowl on the desk next to the chair.

Jia Youwei slowly stood up to boil water and prepared to make tea for the second time. Everything was on top of the big coffee table, and he just had to do it with a little hands.

In his head, he suddenly remembered that Wang Zhaoming assassinated the regent of the Qing Dynasty and was arrested and imprisoned. It is said that the regent of the Qing Dynasty also went to see him in prison in person. The two also had a long talk.

Wang Zhaoming is a young talent, yes. As for him later becoming a traitor, that's another story. At that time, he was hanging by a thread in life and death, and he was also said by the regent of the Qing Dynasty, too naïve, too idealistic, and thought that everything would be fine as soon as his fate changed, but he didn't know that the complexity of the national situation was beyond people's imagination.

The "goo-goo" water boiled. Jia Youwei held the handle on the side of the glass teapot in his right hand, first poured boiling water into the simple tea bowl, then his daughter's tea bowl, and finally his own.

He put the glass teapot back on the large coffee table in the middle, then turned and sat back in his chair. While waiting for the tea to get cold, he looked at his daughter holding the tea bowl in both hands, blowing the tea to dissipate the heat and said, "Drink less tea." Otherwise, you won't be able to sleep at night. ”

"Who asked you to make me tea? I'm thirsty, don't drink tea, what do you drink? Do you want me to bite your neck and drink your blood?" Jia Qianqian took advantage of the darkness and began to make up horror stories to scare people.

"Looks like you've done it again. Your energy is just too high, and your mind is full of cranky thoughts. Jia Youwei knew very well that his daughter couldn't sleep, so he didn't want to fall asleep.

Either forced to chat with him, or to play with him. Even if she goes back to the house and falls asleep, she will encounter her cloaked like Sadako, pushing open the door in the middle of the night, entering the personal bedroom, climbing into the personal bed, and then her hands are stuck on the neck like a ghost.

Even if the door was closed, she would be met with the sound of "knock", "knock", "knock" and "knock" of the ghost's cry, and she had to wake up from her sleep as if she were in a nightmare.

If you ignore her, the knocking of the "knock" and the cry of the ghost will continue to stop at night, and then it will become a battle and tug-of-war between father and daughter who is more patient.

Beat her up, say so. At most, I would scare and scare my daughter, and I wouldn't do that at all. For this reason, he, a father, can only be glad that he is not in a hurry to go to work in the morning. If not, she's going to have to drive her crazy.

"We talked so much just now, why didn't you talk about your favorite Chinese writers? There are so many writers in the Chinese Writers Association, isn't there anyone you like?" concisely put his left hand on his cheek, and looked at Jia Youwei with his eyes wandering.

"If I remember correctly, the members of the Chinese Writers Association should have exceeded 10,000! Even if I read one book a day and read one book a day, I would not be able to read their works for 30 years. Don't add any new members in between. Jia Youwei stroked his chin with his left hand.

Concisely and clearly, he did not like the title of writer he was awarded at all: "You mentioned the German sinologist Gu Bin many times because he was a judge of the Nobel Prize in Literature?"

"Not really. The reason why I quote his views and opinions is that I look at contemporary Chinese literature in a neutral way, unlike those of us here who praise each other. According to Gu Bin, contemporary Chinese literature is rubbish.

He later corrected it, saying that it was taken out of context by the media. What I mean is that the works of the three female writers of Mianmian, Hongying, and Wei Hui are garbage. However, for a period of time, he was quite optimistic about Wei Hui.

I remember very well that he made such an evaluation of Jiang Rong's "Wolf Totem", which is fascism for us Germans, and this book disgraces China. He sang the praises of barbarism and brutality.

And when I was a freshman or sophomore, I watched "Wolf Totem". The reason why I bought this book at that time was because of the title of the book. For boys, the title is really appealing, and partly because it sells well and has been reprinted many times.

Whether it's curiosity, or chasing a bestseller, I bought it to read and read it from beginning to end. I still remember how I felt at that time, that is, I longed for the steppes of Mongolia.

Unfortunately, to this day, I haven't been there either. It's not that I don't have time to go, but I don't want to be disappointed, and I completely destroy the beautiful yearning I used to have.

When "Wolf Totem" ends at the end, the whole book is not sublimated, which is the root of Gu Bin's declaration of fascism.

The general meaning of the book is that the national nature of the Chinese is sheep, but should be promoted to self and have wolf nature. There is also a special kind of giant wolf in this wolf, the size of a leopard.

Later, "Wolf Totem" was changed into a movie, and I also watched it. The biggest difference between the original book and the movie is that there are no female characters. ”

Jia Youwei noticed that his tea bowl was not bubbling and did not begin to be so white and misty, so he took it in his hand and took two sips.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jian Jian raised a hand, looked at the watch in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's not early." I have to go home, too. It was said that it was for you to celebrate the success of signing the physical book, but it became another home visit. ”

Jia Youwei put down the tea bowl in his hand, and as she got up, he also stood up, ready to send her out. At this time, Jia Qianqian did not take any more fruits to feed the fat man. She also made the gesture of sending off guests.

"I'm sorry, I stained your handkerchief. I'll wash you and I'll bring it to you personally. Jian Jian remembered this as he walked out.

"Teacher Jane, no need. My dad has a lot of handkerchiefs, not bad ones. When you go out, just throw it in the trash can on the side of the road. ”

As soon as Jia Qianqian heard her words, he knew that there was a time when he could meet his father in a grand manner. She would rather recognize the other party's status as a teacher in name only, but would not give her the possibility of being her new mother. Even if simplicity isn't aimed at Dad's pocket, don't do it.

"A handkerchief, you don't have to take it personally. You are always welcome to come to my house as a guest if you wish. "Jia Youwei is very generous.

"Don't worry, I'll bother you more times in the future. At that time, don't dislike me. "Concise in the mind to give up next time in the name of returning the handkerchief, come to the door again, after all, I have already received the host's invitation to welcome me. As for the handkerchief, she naturally does not throw it away, but keeps it and thinks about it.