As the outside gradually made noise, I often got up and played a game of chess on the Qingfeng Go net to wake up my mind.

I cooked a bowl of noodles and ate it, and with a pack of paintings I received a few days ago, Shi Shiran bought a bag of apples at the market and went to Nankai University.

Nankai University is in Balitai, and it is called Balitaier in the population of Jinmen.

The tsumen pronunciation has its own characteristics. Many place names are phonetized when they are spoken, such as Balitaier, Ash Heier, Dayingmener, Tong Louer, Xiaobailouer......

Some of them can't be added indiscriminately, such as Wanghailou, you can't pronounce Wanghailou, Wai Causeway, you can't read Wai Di Er Dao.

One more thing, when asking the people of Tianjin, you should also pay attention to some place names with "home", some places have the word home that is hidden by the people of Tianjin, you must not find home.

For example, Liu Jiazhuang, Hou Jia Tai'er, Huo Jiazui'er ......, usually they say Liu Zhuang'er, Hou Tai'er, Huo Zui'er......

Of course, there are some places that will not be omitted, such as Chenjiagou, Wujiayao, Huangjia Garden, Shijia Courtyard and so on.

Hehe, it's far away.

On the way, passing by China Resources Supermarket, Chang Xian turned into Xinyang Maojian, which weighed half a catty, a flag and a gun, and went all the way to the north, but twenty minutes later, he did not enter the Nankai campus, but came to a quiet place next to it, and stopped in front of a courtyard.

This courtyard is very old, surrounded by a high wall of blue bricks, two vermilion lacquer door panels in front, the top of the eaves, the spirit is very big, it is estimated that it was the outer house of a large family before, and now only this one is left into the courtyard.

"Southern Division......

Chang Xian buckled the copper ring on the door, and without waiting for the master to respond, he pushed open the door, and then closed the door casually, and walked in with a familiar car.

"Is it Xiao Chang? Come on in......"

An old but hearty voice rang out in the courtyard of the house.

Entering the gate, the noise outside was immediately isolated, this is a small courtyard with two east and west wings and three south rooms, lying bricks to the top, ridged tile houses, and paving bricks and roads in the courtyard to connect the doors of various places.

The sun shines through the leaves of the big camphor tree in the yard, and it falls to the ground like gold, and there is a flower garden in the yard, full of lilacs, peonies, and camellias, and the fragrance of flowers seeps into the nose of Chang Xian.

On the high branches of the camphor tree, there are also three or four bird cages, and a few birds are chirping in them, so that this small courtyard reveals a clean and leisurely atmosphere everywhere.

Often idle looking for prestige, an ancient old man is sitting on a recliner under the tree, holding a book in his hand, an octagonal table in front of him, a set of tea sets on the table, and a few snacks, the breeze is gentle, blowing away the dense branches and leaves above the head, and the scattered sunlight is sprinkled on the old man, like a fairy man.

"Southern Division......" often stepped forward leisurely.

"Xiao Zhang, bring a chair to Xiao Chang."

Seeing that he was really idle, the old man stood up happily.

"No, no, I'll ...... it myself" Chang Xian handed the things he was carrying to the middle-aged woman, and moved a chair next to the flower garden to the side of Nanshi.

"Nanshi, I'm here to disturb your purity again."

Chang Xian did not sit down, but bowed slightly to the old man.

"What are you talking about, now your wife has gone to the capital to make fun of her grandson, I live here by myself, and I usually think it's too clean, don't stand, sit down." The old man put down the book in his hand and poured tea for Chang Xian.

The old man was originally from Ji Province, and he had been a teacher in Tianjin for a lifetime, due to special reasons, only a son and a daughter were left to work in the capital, and the eldest grandson was only ten years old, and the old lady often went to the capital to take care of the grandson, leaving the old man alone to be taken care of by the nanny.

The old man asked Chang Xian a few words about the current situation, and said with a smile: "I wrote a word yesterday, I feel a little bit of a heart-to-hand meaning, put it on the desk, you go and get it, let's talk about it together."

Chang Xian answered, and walked to a side room on the left.

Walk into the study, you will see a banner hanging on the front, "ask do not know the fast" four big seals, although the word can not be called wonderful, but the spirit is high, the book is angry on the paper.

The inscription is: In the autumn of the 37th year of the Republic of China, Jin Yu's virtuous brother Ya ordered, Zhong Xiang Li Ji.

The 37th year of the Republic of China is 1948 AD, although half a century has passed, the work has not been damaged and deformed at all, which shows the owner's care.

Chang Xian walked under the banner, looked solemn, and bowed respectfully. Every time I go to Nanshi to seek advice, Chang Xian and other brothers and sisters are here to pay homage.

In "Zhuangzi • The Theory of Things", Wang Ni is missing, and four questions are asked, but four are unknown. The lack of joy because of the leap, the line to tell Pu Yizi.

Lao Tzu said, "If you don't know, you can't do it."

Knowing "not knowing" is the real "knowing".

This is Nanshi's question and don't know the fast.

Nan Shi's name is Nan Jinyu, is the last graduate of Southwest Associated University, once followed Mr. Li Ji to do research on Yinxu, and later turned to the study of Ming history, before retirement was the director of the Institute of History of Nankai University, Chang Xian was the last class of students he led.

For the history and archaeology profession, Mr. Li Ji is a monument for people to look up to.

Mr. Li's previous Chinese archaeology was a foreigner, and he was the first person in China to do Chinese archaeology, and our knowledge of the Shang Dynasty was largely delineated by Mr. Li.

Even in the new century, Chinese archaeology is still alive in Li Ji's time.

The room in front of me is a little disorganized, this room is quite spacious, more than 50 square meters, worthy of the name, the three walls are solid wood bookshelves standing on the sky, and the books on it are full.

There were many more books, bundled together with plastic ropes, stacked on the floor, and two or three books resting on other places such as desks, sofas, and triangular cabinets.

The books were half-opened and upside down, as if the owner had put them down halfway and had never picked them up again.

Looking at it, it's really dense and chaotic.

The only thing in the room that has nothing to do with books is a pair of chess sets under the long window on the south side, and the mahogany chessboard and mahogany chess pot are quiet and spotless in the morning sun.

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"Heaven is to make up for poverty and health, and people are mistakenly called high ...... because they are lazy"

Chang Xian unfolded the banner and chanted: "It's Chen Jico's sentence, the penmanship is clumsy and unfortunate, the old and spicy are draped, the artistic conception is scattered, simple and Xuanyuan, Nanshi, you didn't use the best "Sacrifice Nephew" and "Fight for the Seat", but used the rare "Long Live Tongtian Post", which is more appropriate to Chen Jiyi's poem, and your realm is long!"

Chang Xian praised it while rolling it up and said, "This is a real literati character, and this character will be given to the disciple!" I'm thinking of leaving some heirlooms for your apprentices!"

The old man was angry: "You kid still urinates on the kang yourself, whose daughter can take a fancy to you monkey cub!"

"Hey, sooner or later, sooner or later!"

Chang Xian said with a hippie smile: "Speaking of Chen Meigong, I prefer his sentence "It's not that idlers can't be idle, idlers are not waiting for idlers" ......"

"That's your kid called Chang Xian, boasting about himself, and using the ancients to make a fool of himself!"

The old man said with a smile, he likes the cleverness of Chang Xian, and there is no authority worship.

It's also strange to say, his life has been full of peach and plums, and the most compatible thing is this Chang Xian, who has not been engaged in historical research later, has always treated him as a closed disciple.

Between people, you really can't believe in fate.