"Old Peng! I'm not here, I'm looking for you to do something! ”

A loud voice could be heard from afar, echoing through the teaching buildings of the Faculty of Letters.

In the office of the vice dean of the Faculty of Arts, Peng Huan, who was slowly grinding the inkstone in front of his bookcase, froze his movements, and looked at the half-open door with a slightly puzzled look.

He vaguely seemed to hear someone shouting to him, but he would turn his ears to listen carefully, and it seemed that there was no one.

"Strange?"

With a light sigh, Peng Huan, who was full of doubts, lowered his head again and continued to grind his inkstone.

He had already finished burning incense and cleaning his hands, and was about to write a word to replace the "Tranquility Zhiyuan" hanging behind him.

"My dear mother, the Faculty of Arts is really far away, and every time I forget to ride a little yellow car, I will go away for a long time. It's all this day, I'm still sweating, I knew it would be good to make a phone call, it's really not okay to go back at night, it's really okay to find guilt! ”

In the corridor of the Faculty of Letters, a slightly chubby middle-aged man of about one meter and six walked towards the vice dean's office with small steps.

The sound gathering effect in the corridor of the Faculty of Arts was already good, and the voice of the slightly chubby middle-aged man was still loud, and under the amplification of the two phases, this shout spread far away, and it was estimated that the entire building could hear it.

Sure enough, several heads popped up in the teaching building opposite, looking angry, but before they could scold, the group of students who saw the slightly chubby middle-aged people were like whack-a-moles, and they all shrank back.

"Bang!"

"Lao Peng, you shouldn't even shout at you!"

The door that slammed open startled Peng Huan, who was about to fall with a pen, if it weren't for the steadiness that he had been honed and scared for most of his life, he would have been able to jump.

It's just that Rao is like this, and the black ink on the brush in Peng Yuan's hand still dripped a little, and the ink plum blossomed on the white rice paper.

"Zhou Dasha, you are going to scare me to death so that you can take my place as the dean, right?"

Sighing lightly, this paper is ruined, the position where the ink droplets fall is in the middle, and even the pen can't cover it up, Peng Huan had to put down the brush in his hand helplessly, and glared at the slightly chubby middle-aged man who was in a hurry, that is, Zhou Dasha in his mouth.

"Inherit a hammer, I'm from the Department of Economics and Management, take over the throne of the dean of your Faculty of Letters, do you think I'm crazy, or the school is crazy!"

The person who came is the director of the teaching and research department of the School of Economics and Management, an old teacher in the direction of bishop economic law, slightly younger than Peng Huan, the two of them entered Xianlin University before and after, and the two of them were young teachers who went out to train and study or something, and they were often arranged in a room, and they slowly became acquainted.

Especially when Zhou Ke got married, the house was bought across the door from Peng Huan's house, and the two who became neighbors became more familiar.

Especially Zhou Ke, a Bashu person, Peng Huan is so spicy, he has nothing to do to rub food or something, and his feelings are naturally better.

As the saying goes, there is nothing that can't be solved with a hot pot, if not, then have another meal!

Disgusted Peng Huan glanced at him, Zhou Ke unceremoniously pulled out a chair and sat on it, regardless of whether the cup of tea on the coffee table had been drunk or not, anyway, it was a matter of pouring it down, and when it was over, he shook his head and smashed his mouth, his face was full of disgust.

"Tsk, your tea is not good, but the coffee is still delicious!"

"Love to drink or not, don't drink and pull down, I don't like it for you to drink, do you understand the best rock tea, my student specially sent it to me!"

Angrily snatched the cup from Zhou Ke's hand and put it back on the coffee table, Peng Huan walked to the opposite side and sat down, glancing up and down with a little scrutiny.

"Tell me, what's the matter? With your temperament of going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, you will run to me, there must be nothing good! ”

"I said Lao Peng, what you said is biased, you old man, what's the matter with coming to the door every day, besides, your School of Liberal Arts is so far away from our School of Economics and Management, I might as well write two more papers when I have that time!"

I always feel that the Bashu people are all the same character, no matter how you look at Zhou Ke's painting style, it is a bit similar to Tang Yu, and they are all masters who do not admit defeat!

"Okay, okay, I feel like I'm talking about anything, and the state of mind that has just calmed down has been destroyed by you!"

Knowing that he was a scoundrel with Zhou Ke, Peng Huan had no chance of winning, and decisively brought the topic back on track.

"Oh, that's the case, my niece isn't going to get married on New Year's Day, you know that I, who is an uncle, is a poor teacher, how can I have the money to buy a gift for her, this is not to find you to take out a calligraphy and painting, frame her, and hang it is weird and beautiful!"

Rubbing his two slightly fleshy fat hands, Zhou Ke smiled embarrassedly.

“……”

Looking at Zhou Ke's smiling old face like a chrysanthemum, he didn't know what to say.

"You're so embarrassed, it's still okay to take out my words and buy 10,000 pieces!"

"Yes, yes, that's not asking you for help, no need to stamp, just write me a big 'Xi', if you are willing to write a 'eternal knot and one heart', it would be better!"

"Got it, get out of here, I'm upset when I look at your old face!"

"Come on, let's go, of course my face is not as good-looking as my sister-in-law!"

Seeing Peng Huan waving his hand, but did not refuse, Zhou Ke knew that he agreed.

The purpose has been achieved, so it is better to hurry up and flash people first, so as not to turn around and not know when to say the wrong thing again, and it will not be good for Peng Huan to regret it.

"Hey, you got the apples too?"

Zhou Ke, who got up and walked out, saw a row of peace fruits on the shelves by the door, all of which were beautifully packaged.

"Well, it's all given by the students, they say no, they don't listen, they have to give it to me, do you want to eat? Take a few! ”

Peng Huan, who had walked back from the bookcase, raised his head and glanced at it when he heard this.

"No, no, my bunch, what do you say today on Christmas Eve, you want to eat peace fruit, I really don't understand the children of today, I ate a turkey abroad back then and it will be over!"

Hearing the eagerness in Peng Huan's tone of looking forward to taking him all away, Zhou Ke waved his hand again and again.

"Alas, commercial festivals, all are foreign festivals, foreign New Year's is so elated, but their own Chinese New Year's Eve is deserted, old, I can't understand this era anymore, let's go, hurry back to write your paper, don't affect my writing!"

Peng Huan sighed silently, looking lacking in interest and looking lonely.

"Alas!"

Seeing this, Zhou Ke was also in a daze, knowing that Peng Huan would be in a bad mood, so he didn't say more, and after a long sigh, he went out of the office and closed the door.

After Zhou Ke left, Peng Huan didn't be able to write as he wished, and after raising the pen for a long time, he finally put it down silently, walked to his desk and sat down, and sighed slowly.

"Chinese Studies! How can we get today's children interested? ”