The next day, Professor Ferdinand made a special call to say goodbye, saying that according to the itinerary, he was going to Xiangjing University to give an academic lecture. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There was a faint hint of invitation in the info conversation, and he planned to replicate the debate between the two people at Chaju University in order to make the speech more exciting.

Song Baojun was very moved, and finally refused politely. First, he didn't have the energy, and second, his theory was not perfect enough, so he was not suitable for a special speech.

Professor Ferdinand admired Song Baojun very much, and the two chatted for a long time by email after the dinner last night. Song Baojun excerpted some of the ideas he had written for Du Yinlang and shared them with Ferdinand, in which he analyzed the influence of Chinese and English on their respective cultural circles. The more Professor Fei looked at it, the more he admired it, and felt that many things had spoken to his heart.

Professor Fei has been studying for decades, and he rarely meets such students, almost thoroughly. It's like "mountains and rivers meet bosom friends", and I can't help but be happy.

Sometimes it's as simple as two people to be friends, the key is that the other party understands their hearts. The so-called "friendship is all over the world, confidants can be a few people" is this truth, the two sides have the same point of view, cherish each other, and the friendship can last. Otherwise, even if you are a husband and wife for life, your values are not the same, and you never know or disdain to understand each other's thoughts, what is the point?

The two chatted vigorously, and Professor Fei also proposed the idea of arranging for him to study abroad at the University of Brinton University. Song Baojun felt that it was inappropriate, so he did not agree. Professor Fei can only express regret.

Just after class at noon, Ye Jingchun stood in the corridor and wanted to wait for Song Baojun to eat together, and by the way, he talked about going to the modeling company to sign a contract the day before. Unexpectedly, the head of the department, He Jianmin, called him and asked him to go to the office.

This He Jianmin, I don't know what the hell he has to do. Since the two had a conflict over the conservatory of music, Song Baojun has never had any good feelings for him. What's more, He Jianmin also swallowed a bonus of 40,000 yuan for the special program of the October Gala.

Song Baojun didn't want to pay attention to it, but he felt that things would take a turn for the better, and said to Ye Jingchun: "Chunchun, you go to dinner first, Director He has something to do with me." ”

Ye Jingchun looked disappointed and said, "Okay, then you accompany me at night, and you are not allowed to run." ”

I walked to the office and knocked on the door, and said calmly, "Come in." ”

Song Baojun pushed the door in, He Jianmin sat behind the desk and read the documents with a focused expression, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, without looking at him, without the slightest intention of greeting.

"Director He, what's the matter with me?"

He Jianmin didn't look up, but pointed impatiently at the sofa opposite, motioning for him to sit first.

Yo! I dare to hang Lao Tzu!

There are many ways for leaders to give their subordinates a horse, and the most common one is "grinding". Nominally, he was looking for a subordinate to talk, but his subordinates ignored it and looked at the documents on their own. After waiting for an hour or two, the temper of the subordinates will naturally wear off, and that is when the leader is really in trouble.

Song Baojun was leisurely, walked around He Jianmin's office with his hands behind his back, and first saw a pot of orchids at the door. Planted in the cloisonné porcelain pot, there are two clusters of blooming flowers, the leaves are like ink, the flowers are like silver bowls, high and short, strong and straight. The white corolla resembling a small bowl stands on its back, and the dark green leaves sway lightly. Just watered, the water droplets on the flowers and leaves are shining.

"Director He, your pot of Mo Lan is doing well, verdant, graceful, and charming, which is very heartbreaking. Song Baojun couldn't help but say: "Lan Naihua is a gentleman, presumably Director He compares himself with this, he is not corrupt or bribed, he is ambitious, and he is also a gentleman among the people's teachers." ”

He Jianmin glanced up at him and didn't speak.

Song Baojun said: "The variety is a little worse, it's too vulgar, buy it in the Flower and Bird Market of the Cultural Palace, you can see that it is ten yuan for three plants, acquaintances can also get a 20% discount, buy one get one free variety, it's not worth a few dollars." ”

He Jianmin thought to himself that this is a famous and rare "silver ink", a pot of thousands of yuan, but I can't explain it to this uninformed student.

Song Baojun walked to the wall opposite the coffee table and looked at a calligraphy work hanging on it: "How is Dai Zongfu, Qi Lu Qingwei is gone." Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. Swing the chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decide to return to the bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. ”

Du Fuzi's "Wangyue" is written in cursive, the ink is full, and the silver hook is iron-marked, which is quite pleasing to the eye. The next paragraph "accompany the leaders of the Education Bureau to view the beautiful scenery of Chazhou University, Yongzhi Shuhuai." Jianmin book, late autumn of the first Wu year. It turned out to be written by Director He himself.

Song Baojun said loudly: "This calligraphy is also very good, the pen is old, the law is strict, it is really a famous master." ”

He Jianmin glanced at him again, and said in his heart: "You can also see the door and door in my calligraphy?"

Song Baojun said: "But the artistic conception is a little worse, there is no vertical and horizontal atmosphere in Du Fu's original poem, one stroke is decent, like an old show who can't take the exam all year round to talk about the height of the temple and the distance of the rivers and lakes, which is not shameful." The words are good, upright, and you can go to the street stalls to sell couplets on the New Year, but it is not enough to write this "Wangyue". ”

The pen in He Jianmin's hand suddenly pierced the two pieces of paper, but he couldn't answer. This work was written by him in 2014 when he accompanied the leaders of the Education Bureau to inspect, and was rated as "full of ingenuity", so he didn't have the courage to give it away, and hung it on the wall of his office to talk about *** Song Baojun's evaluation is simply too accurate.

Song Baojun continued to pac to the edge of the sofa, lit a cigarette, and stared at the freehand landscape painting on the wall.

He Jianmin couldn't help but straighten his expression, and secretly thought: "You don't have anything to say this time!"

It is the work of Li Qingyuan, a master of Chinese culture, and the painting is a scene of "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet", with a gentle and gentle brush, and the color is elegant. Last year, he bought it at the gallery for 13,000 yuan, framed it twice, and left it in the office to wait for the appreciation of people of insight. Friends said that the painting is worth at least 50,000 yuan.

Song Baojun looked at it for a long time and said: "The painting is very good, there is a bit of Mr. Li Qingyuan's meaning, it is very fascinating, if you are not careful, you really can't see it." ”

He Jianmin frowned and said, "You said this is imitation?"

"Of course, it's a copy!" Song Baojun pointed to the painting and said: "But I still can't help but praise, with the pen and color, the furnace is perfect, and the artistic conception is also hot, it seems that Mr. Li Qingyuan has seven points of true biography, it is indeed a good painting." A thousand or so pieces can be sold in the market. ”

He Jianmin suppressed the anger in his stomach and asked in a deep voice: "I bought this from Yulanzhai, Li Qingyuan's authentic handwriting, where can you see that it is copied?"

"The seals of Li Qingyuan's works are very particular, and I see that on this painting, there are a total of square seals. The first party is 'The Years in the Mountains', the second is 'The Crown is Full of Jinghua', and the fourth is 'Qingyuan Decay'. I'll just say third party, look at this seal, Li Qingyuan is called 'Master of Xinshui Pavilion', but this seal is clearly engraved with 'Master of Xinshui Building', and he doesn't know how to tell others, is he painting a fake?"

He Jianmin rushed straight up like an arrow, pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose, and took a closer look. The seal was engraved with a small seal, and the font was like a bird's pattern, which was twisted and complicated, and it was difficult to read. However, there is still a big difference between the pavilion word and the building word, and the heart is like a big stone sinking to the bottom.

"There is also a proof, Director He, please see that the inscription reads 'Made in the Spring Festival of the Year of Bingshu'. I remember that the news said that Mr. Li Qingyuan only passed his 60th birthday in 2010, and he specially engraved the seal of 'Qingyuan Old Age' as a souvenir, but there was no such thing as before. Why do you want to tell me why the 2010 seal is printed on the 2006 work?"

He Jianmin pursed his lips tightly, staring at the plumbing map of the Spring River fiercely, his eyes almost on fire.

"Of course, some people like to be vassal, and it's okay to buy one or two fakes to act as a façade, I can't comment on anything, haha, haha!"

In Song Baojun's laughter, He Jianmin's face was as black as ink, and he was about to rush forward and tear the fake to pieces.

After taking a few breaths hard, he finally held himself back, waved his hand and said, "Song Baojun, I called you over today because I have something to tell you." ”

Song Baojun sat down on the sofa and said, "Say it." "Reach out and dust off the ashes, a leader.

He Jianmin sat back behind his desk and asked in a deep voice, "Song Baojun, did you go to the Foreign Language Institute yesterday to give a lecture?"

"Yes, what?"

He Jianmin lightly slapped the table, his expression was quite stern: "Song Baojun, as a student of the Chinese Department, what do you think when you go to participate in the activities of the Foreign Language College? Do you think Chinese is not easy to learn? That's okay, I'll go through a change of major for you right away." ”

Song Baojun was simply frightened since he was a child, and smiled slightly when he heard this: "Are students in this department not allowed to participate in activities in other departments? Please show me the regulations of Director He, if there is a real one, I promise that I will never commit it again in the future." ”

What university in the world would formulate such unreliable regulations? He Jianmin just wanted to scare him, and said, "I'm afraid that you will be ugly in front Chinese of others if you don't learn and have no skills." If you are excellent academically, of course I will raise my hands in favor, the problem is that you are not!" He Jianmin said and threw out a document, which was Song Baojun's transcript from last semester, all red, and he failed the exam.

The report card fluttered and slid to the floor.

Song Baojun didn't look at it much, and said: "Director He is not worried about it, even if I am ugly, I will also be ugly, how much can it have to do with the Chinese Department?"

He Jianmin said: "Hmph, don't repent!"

Song Baojun did not answer, and the atmosphere fell into an embarrassing silence for a while.

After a long time, He Jianmin took a sip of strong tea, got up and said: "Song Baojun, there are no rules, there is no circle, the teacher is the leader of your life after all, and I have also had a time when I was young and high-spirited, and I also had endless arguments with my mentor." ”

As he spoke, he took out a box of Yuhu cigarettes and put it on the table and pushed it over, and changed his tone: "Actually, I said so much for your own good, jade is not a tool, you have talent, but you have to be polished." (To be continued.) )