Why can't I think about it so much and take on such a task? ”

After swaying on the bus for more than half an hour, Yang Mobai stood on the land of Soochow University again, took a deep breath and sighed secretly, "I have one more day to live", raised his right leg, which was still a little weak, and slowly looked for the Faculty of Letters.

I don't know what the driver was stimulated, he galloped all the way, and almost vomited Yang Mobai, who would not get motion sickness.

It took more than a quarter of an hour for Yang Mobai to finally find the location of the Faculty of Letters, but what made him a little devastated was that there was no elevator in the Faculty of Liberal Arts office building of Soochow University!

Yes, there is no elevator, and according to the map at the door, the dean's office is on the fifth floor!

Looking up at the endless stairs, Yang Mobai couldn't help but sigh, reached out and tightened the schoolbag on his shoulder, grabbed the crutches, and climbed upstairs with difficulty.

This lame left foot has endured hardships that it should not have endured at this age, it is too difficult!

"Tuk Tuk!"

Finally, after so many years of climbing the dormitory, Yang Mobai still climbed up, stood outside the dean's office and exhaled, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead indiscriminately, and then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in!"

There is no bloody drama in the TV series where the protagonist can't look at the small thatched hut three times, as soon as Yang Mobai's knock on the door fell, he heard a vicissitudes of life male voice in the house.

Pushing the door in, Yang Mobai's eyes were greeted by a kind old man who was over the age of six, his hair was combed very seriously, and there was no trace of messiness. The hair that should have been jet black has fallen like the first snow in the harsh winter, like the first frost of autumn. The roots of silver hair, half-covered and half-hidden, looming.

In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of time.

A straight tunic made him exude a temperament called learning.

"Huh? You are? ”

Seeing Yang Mobai come in, Su Mingyun, who was standing in front of the bookshelf and holding an unknown book in his hand, looked over suspiciously.

"Dean Su, I'm a student at Xianlin University, and Dean Peng asked me to send you this material!"

Seeing Su Mingyun looking at him, Yang Mobai hurriedly took off the schoolbag behind him, took out the bound paper, and quickly handed it forward with the help of a cane.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work, this Peng Huan is really, you are like this, how can you still ......"

Taking the document handed over by Yang Mobai, Su Mingyun glanced at the crutches in his hand and couldn't help but bury it.

"Come, let's drink saliva, look at you sweating profusely, is it a graduate student led by Peng Huan?"

didn't immediately look at the paper that Yang Mobai brought, Su Mingyun put it on the desk, gave Yang Mobai a cup of boiling water, and asked casually while letting him sit down and rest.

"Thank you, Dean!"

Before he could sit down, he saw Su Mingyun bring him a glass of water, and Yang Mobai hurriedly stood up and took the cup in fear.

"Sit, there are not so many rules!"

Pressing his hand and signaling Yang Mobai not to be restrained, Su Mingyun turned around and sat down in his place.

"The dean praised it, I'm only a freshman!"

Yang Mobai, who was holding the teacup in both hands, smiled shyly, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the lake-shaped inkstone engraved with green bamboo on Su Mingyun's table.

"Hehehe, Peng Huan doesn't need to put the courier, let you run all the way over, I don't think it's as simple as sending a paper!"

As an old man who has lived for a while, how could Su Mingyun not know Yang Mobai's naked gaze.

Raising his hand, he slowly picked up the inkstone on the felt, watched Yang Mobai's eyes fly with the inkstone, and couldn't help but smile and said.

This inkstone is Su Mingyun's mentor two years ago, yes, Su Mingyun is fifteen years older than Peng Huan, he is his university teacher, and he is also the tutor of his thesis.

And it was this teacher who "borrowed" this piece of Shangduan inkstone from Peng Huan that he treasured, and then just like Zhou Ke Shun's seal, he borrowed it for two years.

There are always some strange fetishes among cultural people.

As the saying goes, can the business of a scholar be called stealing?

Zhou Yiji is the same, and so is Su Yiji!

"Hey, hey, don't hide it from the dean, Peng Yuan promised me that as long as I can get it back, this inkstone will be given to me!"

Seeing this, Yang Mobai did not hide it, and explained truthfully.

"This bastard!"

Hearing this, Su Mingyun couldn't help laughing and scolding.

Of course, Yang Mobai knew that this was not said to him, but to Peng Huan by Su Mingyun!

"So, you know how to do calligraphy? Peng Huan has begged me several times, and I have pushed it for various reasons, and he came to me to pay New Year's greetings during the Chinese New Year, and asked for it again, this kid has obviously collected several pieces, and he has given the teacher a piece to be deducted and searched like this! ”

didn't disturb Su Mingyun's memories, Yang Mobai held the teacup and listened honestly, he was also curious, Peng Huan only said about asking for inkstone, but he didn't tell him so much, what happened to the cause and effect, Yang Mobai didn't know anything.

"I was really annoyed, I just told him to let him train an apprentice to beg, since you are here, then write it, if you can pass my eyes, this Fang Yan, I will send you!"

Saying that, Su Mingyun put the inkstone back on the felt cloth on the table, then put away the things on the table, bent down and took out the rice paper from the cabinet next to him, spread it on the table, and stretched out his hand to signal Yang Mobai to come over.

There is a way that since ancient times, wealth and silk move people's hearts, for the book, the four treasures of the study are the best in the heart, for that side of the inkstone, Yang Mobai did not postpone, put the teacup in his hand on the table next to him, and approached with a cane.

"Then Dean, I'll be ugly!"

Coming to the desk, Su Mingyun automatically stepped aside, Yang Mobai picked up a little wolf hair the size of Zihao that Peng Huan gave him from the pen stand, dipped it in ink, and quickly put down the pen after a deep sigh.

"Yonghe is nine years old, and the age is ugly...... There are lofty mountains and mountains here, dense forests and bamboos, and there are clear streams and turbulences, reflecting the left and right...... Although there is no silk bamboo orchestra, a song is enough to tell the romance. ”

Yang Mobai chose to write Xiaokai, this is what he has been practicing recently, compared to others, he should be more confident, after all, Su Mingyun is Peng Huan's guide, Yang Mobai dare not underestimate it.

"Well, this is "Orchid Pavilion", the gesture is euphemistic and subtle, like flowing water, the body is beautiful, the bones are delicate, and the dot paintings are sparse and dense. Not bad, it's quite a bit of a book saint! ”

It's just that Su Mingyun's emotion hasn't been finished yet, but Yang Mobai's right hand holding the brush suddenly paused, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Uh, what's that, Dean Su, I haven't been in mourning, what is the next sentence that can't be said to be in my arms......"

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