The meeting room was full of people, a few old professors trembling on crutches, and a few wearing reading glasses reading a book that was not very thick.

"The writing is good, the argument is appropriate, the reason is well-founded, and the logic is clear."

"This looks like something written by us old pedants, I said Lao Chen, are you sure it was written by a sophomore?"

"I'll see."

"You haven't read that academic journal lately? I asked the editor-in-chief, Xiao Li, to open a special column to publish her papers. ”

"You said she hadn't done a field trip, so why did she know so much about it? You can tell from these words that she is very knowledgeable. ”

Professor Zhou took a sip of the big teapot, spit out the tea residue, crossed his legs, and was quite proud, "Mu Zili has read most of the professional books in our school library. ”

"After so many years of teaching in vain, take the lead in lying, are you ashamed?"

They are the top universities in the country, and the books in the library are a sea of books, and you can read the books of literature majors in a year? I don't know what to do.

"What is ashamed, I told the truth, and I also taught her for a year, what level she was from the first time she handed in the paper, I also specially called her to the office to ask, the champion of liberal arts that year, and has an excellent memory, hard work and diligence, after a year of training, she is now at a high level, I said Lao Wu, can you not be beaten to death by the back waves, we should retreat behind the scenes."

"Gotta come on, you called us over this time to take her as an apprentice?"

"Why do I need to discuss with you, I have already accepted as a closed disciple, and this time I called you here to be the confidential document library...... For this, I want to give my apprentice a pass. ”

Professor Zhou rubbed his hands, "My apprentice wants to see the history and culture of our country H up close, so I brought her to meet a few of you heavyweights today, and by the way, she was recognized by everyone, lest you all say that I let people in without permission." ”

"Old Zhou, it's useless to talk to us, tell the principal to go."

"Xiao Zhang said, listen to everyone's opinions."

"Let's talk about it first, see what it looks like, and then we'll discuss."

"Yes."

When Mu Zi Li was brought into the interview room by the counselor. In front of her was the five Buddhas, which she often saw on TV and mobile phones, and also read the books they wrote.

Respectfully shouted to Professor Zhou, "Teacher." ”

Standing in front of everyone, she was a little reserved.

These are all academic giants, and their protégés are all over the world.

But she wasn't scared at all.

There's a sense of belonging, as if she was meant to be here, they can understand her, they can tolerate her, just like the intimacy that her teacher had when she found her.

This may be where the dream begins.

Her persistence and choice over the years may be to realize her dream.

"This is Professor Wu, a big bull in the education industry, and he is quite good at teaching. This is Professor Chen, who has written many books, the leader of the mainstream literary field, this is Professor Yu, who specializes in language issues, the director of the H Institute of Chinese Language and Culture, and this is Professor Qi, the only female professor in our school, and one of the founders in the field of women's culture. I'm your teacher, and when I was young, I was known as the first genius in country H, and when I was old, I became old and immortal, and I wrote about messy things. I don't understand anything, I understand everything. It's just five of us today, so let's meet all the professors, and the others are our students anyway. ”

After a series of words, Mu Zili was a little blind, she already knew the identities of these bigwigs, but she didn't know what her teacher was going to do?

Meet with people and then discuss academic issues? She does have a lot of questions she wants to ask.

It's just that this kind of atmosphere doesn't seem to have the joy of a reading exchange meeting.

"Hello teachers." She bowed and hid behind Old Zhou shyly, "Teacher, why did you ask the counselor to let me come?" ”

She was so nervous that she couldn't speak clearly, and Zhou Lao looked relieved and signaled to relax.

"Since you've called the teacher, then everyone is your guide, isn't it?" Seeing the old god sitting still on the chair, he patted Mu Zili on the shoulder.

"Have you read their books and papers?"

"Yes."

"Then start scolding, don't give them face, the dog they scolded will be bloody, teacher, I will protect you."

Mu Zili didn't dare, glanced at the professor who was drinking tea in the seat, his eyes were closed, and the professor who looked at her without blinking, she almost cried.

"Xiaomu, do you know why there is no literary academician in the history of Country H?"

Mu Zi Li looked at her teacher with dark eyes, politely and humbly asked.

"Because there is no criterion for the evaluation of literature, if the criterion of administrative hierarchy is added to the arts, then the entire academic world will lack the appearance of a hundred flowers blooming, and our literature will be stagnant or even stifled. Therefore, everyone is equal in front of literature, and everyone has the right to participate in academia. Tell what you know and let everyone see the real you. ”

After Mu Zili heard this, he had mixed feelings.

She suddenly remembered the question she had asked her the first time she met her.

"What do you want to do in the future?"

"I want to be a disseminator of culture, to teach people around the world about the history and culture of country H, so that the whole world knows how shocking our country's culture is!"

"It's too big, I'm afraid it's just your words."

"I don't know, if I can't keep alive, maybe I'll give up."

……

If time does not pass, she is willing to stay in this afternoon forever, and for the whole afternoon, Mu Zili's meeting has completely turned into an academic exchange meeting.

She began to congratulate herself on how strong she was, but fortunately she didn't give up.

If the pain lingers in the past, then it is determined that the past is difficult to trace.

She thanked herself, and thanked those who had helped her, and if it weren't for that, how could she be standing in this one place.

Her social fear may stem from the fact that no one can understand, how can we talk happily if we are not in the same world?

When she left with a pass, Zhou Lao turned his face to his old friends and said, "Although I have some academic differences with you, I still respect you." Do you know why I'm treating her better than the PhDs I'm carrying? ”

The crowd was puzzled.

He smiled, his gray beard swaying with his smile, "Because in this impetuous society where money is paramount, it is difficult to find a second genius who can love our line of work and work hard for it." ”

Looking back on the ups and downs of previous years, he sighed: "I think about which one didn't shout at us when he saw us, and which one didn't say that we were old and pedantic, how many people died in those years, and now I feel bitter when I think about it." ”

Chen Lao's hand holding the crutches has been shaking, and even the crutches are unstable, he is too old, and the wrinkles on his face are drooping into skin, "Yes, we are all old, thinking back on the bits and pieces over the years, I have summed up a truth." ”

Yu Lao was relatively healthy inside, and he put his hand on Chen Lao's shaky hand and covered everything, "What is the truth?" ”

Chen Lao smiled gratefully and said: "Sometimes human nature is in that moment, and the power of thought is enough to change the good or evil in an instant, sometimes the pain is in that moment, and the illusion of the spirit is enough for us to see all the good." ”

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