As soon as Xu Wenfu looked at his desk, he knew that his daughter had touched him. The house was crowded, and the father and daughter had to share a study. The school has submitted a report on the establishment of a women's college, but Master Hu has not yet approved it. Xu Wenfu knew that there was a lot of resistance to this matter, and the above always talked about the issue of weathering, and there were very few officials who supported him. Today he went to Xuezheng Yamen to see Hu Xuezheng, talking about this matter, Hu Xuezheng's attitude has changed, and he patiently listened to his overall consideration of setting up a women's college, the school building, teachers, students and curriculum design, and expressed satisfaction with the first three questions, the most difficult is the problem of students, but in Jinan Prefecture, many enlightened dignitaries have the desire to let their daughters or granddaughters study. Only the course is quite laborious, women are not talented is virtuous, and women become officials after graduation? Doing business? Or do you want to work in an industrial company?

In the face of Hu Xuezheng's questioning, Xu Wenfu took out Long Qian's opinion when he exchanged this issue with Long Qian in the past, whether the child is successful or not depends largely on the mother, because the child is more willing to accept the mother's teachings. Mothers are educated, children are educated, mothers are educated, and children are educated...... Hu Xuezheng was deeply appreciative and said yes. But the design of this course needs to be carefully considered.

After all, there is hope, if a women's college is opened, Xu Si will not need to dress up as a man.

Xu Wenfu sorted out the things on the desk, and the top book "Stone Notes" caught his attention, this set of books was bought before he went abroad, and has been with him for more than ten years overseas...... However, after returning to China, especially since he took over Zhou Xuexi to preside over the affairs of Shandong University. The affairs are complicated, and I have never read this strange book of the world again. The book suddenly appeared on the desk, undoubtedly by her daughter.

Xu Wenfu flipped through it casually, and saw that on the title page, he wrote a poem "Linjiang Immortal" with a Western pen:

The melancholy West Hall is far away, and the immortal white jade building is completed. Poor remnants of ink, the yarn sells tears, and the green trees ask the warbler.

How many gold fans are drunk, it's really earth-shattering. Hugh said who created and who inherited, passed on the heart successively, and said that the dream of the past and the present.

The handwriting is undoubtedly daughter's. But Xu Wenfu didn't believe that it was his daughter's work. This "Linjiang Immortal", which has a strict rhythm and extraordinary artistic conception, makes the highest summary of "The Story of Stones". The 54 characters show the memory of Cao Xueqin, the admiration for the work and the deep regret for the loss of the fragment at a glance. Talking about the past and the present! "The lyricist puts aside the mysteries of the author of the troubled stone notes. Rather, it is highly affirmative of the value of the work. It's so close to my heart.

Xiao Si understands poetry, but only appreciation. It is impossible to make this "Linjiang Immortal"! First, she couldn't write it, and second, she didn't necessarily have such a deep understanding of the book. The last two sentences of the last two sentences. "Tears in the yarn, green trees ask the warbler" is an important plot hidden in the book, Xu Wenfu felt familiar, and carefully read the relevant chapters to understand the meaning of the lyricist. Xiao Si would not have read to this level.

This song is not the work of my daughter! So, where did she copy it from? Xu Wenfu immediately called Xu Si.

"Where did you get this?" Xu Wenfu asked his daughter as he lit up the scroll.

"What do you mean by copying? Isn't it someone else's doing? Xu Si was very happy to see his father paying attention to that song.

"Well, what do these two sentences mean? You explain it to me. ”

"Aren't these two sentences bad? At least poetic and rhyming. Xu Si blushed.

"Lyricism is never about rhyming for the sake of rhyming. Otherwise, as long as you have a rhyme book at hand, anyone can be a lyricist. These two sentences reveal the important plots hidden in the book, and if you don't read carefully, you won't be able to understand it. Tell me, where did you copy it? ”

"What does Father think of that?" Xu Si did not answer positively, but asked rhetorically.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most wonderful poem that my father has ever seen to evaluate "The Stone". Especially the last three sentences, the charm is endless. People your age can't write. Xu Wenfu savored the word.

Are the last three sentences the best? I think the first three sentences of Shang Yun are the best. The seven characters of 'Poor Remnant Ink Meaning Vertical and Horizontal' write all the regret and melancholy for the forty times after the loss. Comparing "The Story of the Stone" to a work of immortals is even more precise. Xu Sixi said.

There is no doubt that this word can be found in this issue of the Journal. But credit the real author. If you sign your name, do you dare? ”

Of course Xu Si didn't dare, "I've never said that it was written by someone else?" Did you say that? ”

"Did your classmates do it?" Xu Wenfu suddenly thought of another question. He did know that there were several students who had an excellent foundation in poetry, and they must have received strict training at home, especially the Zhejiang student named Yan Wenbin, who had an excellent foundation in ancient literature, and had defended the "Book of Songs" with the teacher unyieldingly, and his articles were often published in the "Shandong Journal".

"Where can they write it?" Xu Si shook his head.

"Yes." Xu Wenfu nodded, "Looking at the meaning of the word, the author must have experienced vicissitudes for a long time." ...... your age," Xu Wenfu shook his head.

"Oh, my father underestimated the young man. Since ancient times, heroes have been teenagers, who said that you can't do it when you're young? ”

"Looks like you're the author of the Dao? Does this man know the Father? ”

"Acquaintance."

"Okay. I still have something to do, so you can get out of the river first. Xu Si thought that his father would ask the author, but he didn't expect his father to end the conversation in a hurry.

Xu Wenfu thought about who the author was. The uneasiness in my heart rose.

After falling asleep at night, Xu Wenfu asked his wife, "Have any guests come to the door recently?" ”

"Guest?" Mrs. Xu was confused.

"Oh, I mean, when I'm away, do you have a guest coming to Xiaosi?"

"Absolutely not!" Mrs. Xu thought to herself, her daughter dressed as a man to study was already very out of line, how could a man come to the door? Isn't that a bad wind? "Speaking of which, it's time to worry about Xiao Si. In another year, she'll be twenty! ”

"Yes, of course I do. Didn't Yong'er write to say that the youngest son of the old Zhang family, Fusheng? I want him to bring it to meet. Hearing that his wife denied that someone had come to the door, Xu Wenfu breathed a sigh of relief. But he didn't think his daughter was very old. The experience of studying abroad for more than ten years has made Xu Wenfu deeply aware of many bad habits and disadvantages of his country and society. Early marriage, foot binding, concubines, and so on.

"That's a good idea. It's long past time for you to your mind. Mrs. Xu said happily. thought that the marriage of her children was the power of her husband, but her husband, who had been gone for more than ten years, was indeed influenced by foreigners, and said many times that there were many problems with early marriage for women, and insisted on letting her daughter study in men's clothing despite her objections. Fortunately, he is the head of the school, otherwise his daughter will never be allowed to do this.

Xu Yong, the son who stayed in his hometown, wrote a few days ago about Zhang Fusheng, the youngest son of the Zhang family, and thought that this son was worthy of a sister. The Zhang family is a family friend of the Xu family, and Zhang Fusheng's grandfather and Xu Wenfu's father are on the same list, and their friendship is excellent. But in Xu Wenfu's generation, the two families seem to be a little estranged, mainly because Xu Wenfu has stayed abroad for more than ten years. But the friendship of the previous generation was there, and the other party's family background was clear, and Mrs. Xu was deeply satisfied when she heard it.

The next morning, Xu Wenfu called his daughter to take the carriage hired by the family to go to school together, and asked the author of yesterday's poem, but Xu Si was reluctant to say.

Xu Wenfu smiled, "It was done by the general, right?" "Because there was a coachman, he deliberately omitted his last name.

Xu Si was taken aback, thinking that his father had read the poem at Long Qian. immediately remembered his father's demeanor yesterday, so he denied it, "He is a martial artist, how can he understand poetry?" ”

'Wrong!' Hugh said that he would win the world immediately, and the heroes of ancient times would interpret the poems'. Haven't read it? He is a man of all kinds, I already knew it. I am afraid it is not difficult for him to compose such a poem. But thou shalt sue me, how did he give thee the word? Do you correspond regularly? Xu Wenfu asked coldly.

"Ahh

A post office has been established in Jinan Prefecture, which is one of the achievements of the New Deal. Postmen, mostly those who have been dismissed from patrol battalions, have been trained to engage in this new profession. The salary is not low, and it is comparable to that of a police officer. Walking on the streets, it is common to see postmen in yellow and green uniforms riding horses. Xu Wenfu speculated last night that Long Qian did not have many opportunities to meet his daughter, and if he went to school to find his daughter, it would be difficult for people to know about his identity. And if his daughter wants to see him, she has no chance. Therefore, it is concluded that it is communicated by means of communication.

In fact, when discussing this with his daughter last night, seeing his daughter's demeanor, Xu Wenfu had already thought of that person. Since Long Qian was a guest at Xu's mansion, his daughter always inquired about him intentionally or unintentionally, which aroused Xu Wenfu's suspicions. It is common for girls to have spring, and it is also normal for people to admire heroes. Long Qian's age is not very big compared to his daughter, if Long Qian is not married, with his understanding of him, he will definitely contribute to it! But Long Qian had already married a wife and had children, and this matter aroused his disgust. Although it is the norm for a man with status and financial resources to have three wives and four concubines, Xu Wenfu will not let his daughter be a concubine!

Over there, Xu Si had already been overwhelmed by his father's questioning! In fact, it is to make public the few letters between her and Long Qian, and I am afraid that I can't find any private feelings to send. But the father's interrogation hit the hazy secret in the girl's heart, and she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, "Why can't I write to him for advice?!" Xu Si shouted.

Xu Wenfu sighed and looked at the coachman sitting in front, "Xiao Si! Looks like I'm going to have a good talk with you. Do you think he's laid-back enough to have time to discuss poetry with a hairy girl? ”

Xu Si suddenly shouted, "Stop!" Stop the car! ”

The coachman shouted, and the carriage stopped. Xu Si jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the school by himself.

"Well, leave her alone. Let's go. Xu Wenfu said softly. (To be continued......)