Although the city of Hangzhou, where Bai Ze is located, is prosperous, it is not as good as Shangjing, the capital of China. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

How far is Beijing from Hangzhou, nearly 2,000 kilometers!

There are two world-class schools in Beijing, one of which is called Jinghua.

Bai Ze's Chinese teacher Zhang Wensong was of course not studying in such a high school back then, he was a normal teacher in Beijing, but his tutor is now the director of the Jinghua Literature Department, named Li Cheng, nearly sixty years old!

In this era, resources are more important than talents, and Li Cheng, in addition to his qualifications, also has a lot of contacts, and of course his temperament is quite slippery.

In response to the old saying, it is a thief to call old and not dead, and there is a pedantry in the chicken thief.

Zhang Wensong was not excellent among the students he taught back then, but he has always respected him, and the two have been in contact since he graduated, and Zhang Wensong always likes to ask him some questions.

asked for a lot of advice, which left Li Cheng with the impression of being quite stupid and unenlightened.

In fact, Zhang Wensong just wants to climb the relationship, after all, his son Zhang Fangfang is also going to take the college entrance examination, and sometimes he always has to rely on a little relationship. After all, Li Chengli has been teaching and educating people all his life, and he is also a place where peach and plum are all over the world, and he will always be useful in the future.

Maybe it was because he had nothing to do between classes in the morning, Li Cheng was in his office, holding a half-drunk teacup, and clicked on the email sent by Zhang Wensong this time.

I glanced at it casually, and I thought it was quite interesting, but he had bad eyes, and he was always unaccustomed to looking at the computer screen with reading glasses, so he enlarged the words a few times, and then printed them out with a printer.

"Chu Ci, Qu Yuan's? No, but is there any difficulty in this? Wen Song is still not enlightened, he is really the worst student I have ever taught. ”

Li Cheng fiddled with his reading glasses while watching, because his eyes were not good, he always got close, and then pulled up and down while fiddling with his reading glasses, rolling his eyes, and scanning line by line.

"What kind of bastard is this, it is really hateful to use the romantic style of Chu Ci as a curse, and there are grammatical errors, can these words be matched at will? ”

After Li Cheng roughly swept a few times, he took the signature pen and casually drew a fold on the manuscript paper that he felt was wrong, and sighed that Wen Song still didn't understand, these are obviously random collocation, how can there be such a usage.

After teaching for so many years, he has never seen this kind of usage, after all, he is not old enough to live to a dog.

Seeing that the wall clock was almost at the point, I packed up and went to class for the bastards in the literature department, and was ready to go back at night to educate Wen Song, and then ask for the authentic West Lake Longjing from Wen Song.

When I think of happiness, I smile and my pace becomes more vigorous.

When he walked to the door of the classroom of the Department of Literature, he immediately put away his smile and became the stern Professor Li who was not humane.

……

Anyway, Li Cheng went to class here, and not long after he walked on his front foot, an old man with a crutch walked into his office.

"Bastard, bastard, print something for me. ”

"Bastard, where are the people?"

The old man was very old, in his nineties, with gray and sparse hair and uneven teeth, but his eyes were bright.

This old man is not the teacher of Jinghua, nor does he have any position in Jinghua, but he will be awe-inspiring wherever he goes.

Not because he is Li Cheng's father, but because he is the only remaining master of Chinese culture Li Xianlin, even if the Chinese leaders see it, they must be honored as a master, the kind of respectful and respectful, the old man is completely the kind of walking living national treasure, the real Taishan Beidou.

But the old man does not have the seriousness that a master of Chinese culture should have, but the older he gets, the more free and easy, the more like an old child, he studies Chinese culture not for fame or profit, but purely for interest.

After scanning for a long time, and finding no trace of his son, the old man ran to the desk and sat down, ready to wait for a while, people are always not as good as young people when they are old, and they will always not fiddle.

When the old man was young, he always liked to take the school Li Cheng's knowledge, which always made Li Cheng miserable. Although Li Cheng's status is quite high now, the old man always calls him a bastard, and often laments that Li Cheng's understanding is worrying, and the mud can't support the wall. So when he reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, he didn't care whether Li Cheng was learning or not, but liked to search for talents among the younger generation to inherit his mantle.

So I occasionally come to Li Cheng's office to see what good works have been made by newcomers recently.

When he happened to see a piece of paper that was thrown away at random on the side of the printer, Master Li picked it up and looked at it.

"Chu Ci? interesting!"

The old man was different from Li Cheng's mockery, but he was overjoyed, and when he saw the end, he slapped the table three times in a row and shouted three times!!

"This article scolds well, the words are precise and changeable, and it is also very rhyming, the writing is flying, many word techniques, and I deduced the unpublished grammar coincides, the foundation is good, this son is very good!

"Hey, this comment was written by a bastard? The handwriting of a bastard, it's a bastard!"

After the old man sighed, he saw the bullshit comment written by Li Cheng, and suddenly felt very ashamed, and his face was flushed, how ignorant this is, it is good to be a teacher for this guy.

So he picked up the pen and crossed a fold under the bullshit comment written by Li Cheng, and added another line of comments.

"A teacher is a scholar, a scholar, a scholar, a teacher, not a good way to drill the camp, you are a mud, ignorance as self-confidence, it is really humiliating, what is the face of a teacher? I am very ashamed, it is better to resign!"

The master's pen is strong, coupled with anger, almost through the back of the paper, leaving a deep mark on the table of rosewood.

"Hmph!" still unrelieved after writing, he picked up his crutches and pressed the A4 paper on the seat, brushing his sleeves away.

……

Time flies by, and it will be noon, after Li Cheng finishes class.

In the corridor, Li Cheng was laughing and boasting about his literary talents with his proud students, while thinking about where to eat at noon.

"Xiao Mu, you have written this poem recently, the rhyme is good, there is no axe and chisel at all, I will recommend you to my old man, if my old man accepts you as a disciple, then you can imagine your weight in the cultural world in the future. ”

"Teacher Xie has brought it, and the students are really scared. An unusually handsome student arched his hand towards Li Cheng like an ancient, and laughed a little mischievously.

"You little rabbit cub is still polite to me, haha, you are also surnamed Li, you are all your own family, and you must have been your own family five hundred years ago. Li Cheng patted the student's shoulder with satisfaction and smiled happily.

This student's clothes are shabby, but his face is quite colorful, as a man, he has a pair of red phoenix eyes, and he is also a popular figure in Jinghua University, and he always likes to hang a jade pendant around his neck on weekdays. This jade pendant, hidden in the clothes on weekdays, rarely taken out, but Li Cheng has seen it, it is said to be a piece of ancient jade of the Warring States Period, carved is a flying dragon roaring in the sky, Li Cheng is not familiar with antiques, and he does not know whether it is true or false.

Li Cheng has always been strict with students, but he likes this student called Xiaomu quite much, and if there is anything delicious on weekdays, he will call this child.

was chatting happily, Li Cheng approached the office, and suddenly saw a familiar crutch on the table, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked at it, and suddenly remembered that this was his father's crutch, and exclaimed that it was not good.

Li Cheng hurriedly walked to the desk, only to find that there was a piece of paper pressed under the crutch, which was the Chu Ci that he had commented on in the morning. When Li Cheng picked up the comment on the paper, the whole person was stunned as if he had been shocked, and his father was very angry, and the consequences were very serious!

Li Cheng knows that he has a few catties and a few taels, and he can get the boss in the Jinghua Literature Department, and a large part of it is stained with his father's light, and everyone has to give his father a few thin noodles, after all, there are few masters.

Dad asked him to resign, and he couldn't do anything, he just didn't know why, thought about it, and suddenly understood, he hadn't seen it on Chu Ci, and thought that the grammar that was put together was actually right, which made Dad furious.

"Wen Song hurt me!" Li Cheng slumped on the office chair with a bitter face, and had already thought about taking the blame.

Li Cheng's depressed posture made Xiao Mu who was following behind him very puzzled, and curiously glanced at the paper, and after reading it, his face was suddenly full of playfulness, but this line of writing looked quite familiar, which reminded him of his old friend.

……

Zhang Wensong, who was analyzing essay questions for students in Hangzhou City, thousands of miles away, suddenly sneezed frequently, and sighed with a smile Who was worried about him, it must be some beautiful woman, which caused the whole class to laugh.

In the laughter in the room, only two people did not laugh, one person was He Xiaowei, she was thinking about something, she was distracted.

The second is Zhang Fangfang, as Zhang Wensong's son, he didn't feel that his father's words were funny at all, and his mother was going to kill this unserious father, and his eyes had been looking at He Xiaowei intentionally or unintentionally, and he was also distracted.

"Hah...... Ladder!"

And Bai Ze, who was fetching water to wash his grandfather's face in the hospital, also sneezed loudly, feeling that he was not infected with the wind and cold, and no one would care about him for a person like him.