There was a commotion on campus, and Shen Zhe opened his eyes and first remembered last night's phone call.

Woke up relatively early with something in his heart, and didn't get up until he finished washing the other three, Chu Feiyan didn't seem to sleep very well, and he may still not be fully adapted to the collective dormitory. After a few vague words to each other for breakfast, Chen Tai pulled Dai Zhixue out to engage in public relations, these two people have very different personalities, and they seem to be really starting to be anxious.

Shen Zhe dug out the campus map issued by the school when he reported and found the area where the office building of the Faculty of Arts was located.

The dean's summoning needs to be taken seriously, not to mention that it is probably related to a certain old man.

If you talk about Jin Yong's strongest martial arts in the world, half of the readers may immediately think of a character.

In the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, the heroes of the Shaolin Temple gathered, and in a heroic battle, two peerless masters, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, suddenly appeared, but they were both killed by the sweeping monks in seconds. After receiving Xiao Feng's eighteen palms of dragon descending, and using deep internal force to rescue the two people who faked their deaths, they were as if nothing happened.

The same Condor Five Uniques, the ox fork roared, and after Nandi treated the seriously injured Huang Rong, he lost all his skills within five years.

The sweeping monk is almost equivalent to the pinnacle of martial arts.

By extension, the highest achievers in various industries can also be commensurate with sweeping monks.

The old gentleman is a sweeping monk in the literary world.

In China, if you don't add a special reference, or call it in person, the old gentleman refers to the old man of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

The lofty status mainly comes from two aspects, one is the recitation of texts that make students have an incomparably headache, and they naturally remember the author vividly when they grow up. Second, during his tenure as a teacher at Yanyuan, he cultivated more than a dozen masters in the literary world, and now he is a group of people who have the right to speak in the literary world.

Although the master-apprentice system has long been in vogue, it depends on what the students have achieved.

After graduation, those who are unknown will not be mentioned by both sides, and if they finally stand on a high place, they need to be held high by the former teacher.

Famous teachers produce high apprentices, and the stronger the teacher, the disciples are definitely not vegetarians.

Of course, the old gentleman does have a high level of literature, and he hides some unspeakable means of education.

Being able to associate his name with the old gentleman, Shen Zhe is very tempted. In this life, he may be mixed up in the literary world, and there are more than a dozen senior brothers at once, which will be too beneficial to him in the future, and even the dean will become a senior brother.

Ren Peixue, Dean of the Faculty of Arts, is the first on the bulletin board, focusing on folk literature.

When I knocked on the dean's office, the door of a nearby room opened, and a male teacher in more than 30 walked out.

"You're Shen Zhe, oh, it's you......"

Shen Zhe hurriedly said, "Hello Mr. Lin, isn't Dean Ren here?" ”

Assistant Lin shook his head: "I'm sorry, the dean is temporarily going outside for a meeting today, and I'll take you to a place when I leave...... Oh, and besides, I'm not a teacher, I'm the assistant to the dean, and I'm waiting for you. ”

"I'm sorry to trouble Assistant Lin."

Out of the office building, I walked a short distance onto a remote tree-lined path.

Assistant Lin said as he walked: "Shen Zhe, let's walk slowly, the road is a bit far, but I haven't left the campus, Qinghe Garden." ”

Shen Zhe couldn't hold back for a while, and asked, "Assistant Lin, are you taking me to see the old man?" ”

Assistant Lin paused for a moment and said with a smile: "You guessed?" This is arranged by the old gentleman, I want to meet you. ”

Shen Zhe nodded: "I said it last time we met." ”

"It's just confusing about why, isn't it?" Assistant Lin then asked.

"Because I got a perfect score?"

Assistant Lin shook his head: "It's just part of the reason, I'll tell you first, you have a spectrum in your heart." ”

"Thank you, Assistant Lin!"

"The old gentleman's children are all working, and his grandson and granddaughter-in-law also went abroad for further study last year, and there is only one great-grandson and a nanny at home. The older I get, the more I don't show up in front of the media, I almost live in seclusion, and I heard the dean say that I have been obsessed with fairy tales in the past two years......"

Shen Zhe somewhat understood: "Shuke and Beta? ”

Assistant Lin glanced at him and said with a smile: "The old gentleman and the child like it, and they are your book lovers!" ”

Shen Zhe was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "It turns out that this is the case, it is said that people live for a lifetime, and in the end, they still think that childhood is the most beautiful, and the old gentleman is also vulgar." ”

Assistant Lin looked at Shen Zhe in surprise.

Continuing on, there is another winding cobblestone path.

"This place is out of the way."

As soon as Shen Zhe's words fell, his eyes suddenly opened up, and a small river appeared in front of him. Assistant Lin in front turned around and continued to walk, looking at the artificial lake not far away, dozens of red-walled small buildings were built around the lake. The lotus leaves on the lake are dancing, and there are ducks, and it is a paradise-like place.

Shen Zhe had never heard of such a place on the campus of Yan University.

"This is the Qingshui River, and there is Qinghe Garden, where many old professors live in the school." Assistant Lin turned around.

After a while, the two came to the front of a small building.

Assistant Lin knocked on the door, a middle-aged female nanny opened the door and invited them in, the yard is not big, the fence is open in the direction of the lake, and the scenery is very good.

Two pomegranate trees, a grape trellis.

Under the grape trellises, there are two chaise longues, and the old gentleman who has met once is playing with his little great-grandson.

It seems that Assistant Lin has been here more than once, and he is very familiar with him, and he stepped forward to say hello to the old gentleman, saying that he was busy with other things and wanted to leave first.

"There you go." The old gentleman waved his hand, turned his head and beckoned to Shen Zhe, "Doll, come and sit." ”

"Hello old man." Shen Zhe greeted honestly, this can't be like Uncle Li in the community, even if he says the wrong thing, he will be kicked at most.

A little boy next to him, when he saw the living person, looked at Shen Zhe curiously, looking only three or four years old.

"Yaya, call brother." The old gentleman loved him very much.

The little boy giggled and ran away, hiding behind the babysitter.

The old gentleman looked back at Shen Zhe for a while, without the slightest fan, and suddenly said: "Doll, I read your magazine, there is that level, why should I write martial arts?" ”

Shen Zhe thought for a while and said, "Because I think martial arts can be loved by more people." ”

"You want to be famous?"

Shen Zhe shook his head slightly: "It's not forced, but literature is also for more people to see." ”

"Do you think that's what literature does?" The old gentleman frowned.

What is literature used for? I can't tell. Mo Yan said that literature is indeed useless, but perhaps the greatest use is that it is useless.

But Shen Zhe definitely can't say that.

"I think about it myself, literature is to enrich the lives of the public, and secondly, to promote the humanistic spirit."

"There is some truth, but it is very general." The old gentleman thought for a while and said slowly: "You prefer the former, popular literature?" ”

Shen Zhe smiled bitterly, this was decided by the Internet Xiaobajie, in this life, his personality and hobbies have been finalized.

"Even if martial arts is genre literature, or even marginal literature, are you willing to pay for it?"

Shen Zhe nodded: "I think that whether genre literature develops or not depends largely on how much of its audience is, the number of readers can be cultivated, and the status of niche literature is not impossible to change." ”

"Interest, interest is important." The old gentleman got up, as if he was not ready to say more.

Shen Zhe stood up, and he didn't know if the old gentleman was satisfied.

"Follow me." The old gentleman beckoned to Shen Zhe.