For a while, after watching a treasure appreciation program on TV by chance, Gu Weijing would often rummage through the cabinets to find all kinds of strange old gadgets left by his ancestors when he was a child.

It's a pity.

The three of them changed Gu Tongxiang's heart, sighed and sighed that his old Gu family was in the big courtyard of Baishun Hutong in the capital, so that he could not be in the small Ye camphor box of "our Baijing master".

It was not turned out by Gu Weijing that the ancestors were sympathetic to the younger generations, and the pen and ink of Wang Xizhi who was secretly hidden in the mezzanine, Wu Daozi's authentic handwriting.

There is also no half-written 16-character Feng Shui secret scroll.

However, there are all kinds of tattered and tattered Qing Dynasty folk hand-copied books.

It's an old thing, but it's not worth much.

To be reasonable, this book should have been quite valuable back then, but it's a pity that this kind of rubbish folk broken book is eager to sell by the pound.

And a page of the Song version of a gold collection is not a concept.

Moreover, between Kangxi and Jiaqing, because of the changes in the papermaking process, the paper of some old books in a specific period has become very acidified, and I can't wait to drop the slag when I touch it.

Fortunately.

After all, it is a set of courtyard things, these old sandalwood to save the paper to specialize in the art industry, two hundred years, still not moth, not rotten.

can't sell three melons and two dates, stay as a thought, and you can barely turn it over.

For curious little ones, it's more like a vault of endless treasures to explore.

Gu Weijing remembered that he spent many summer vacation weekends when he was a child, holding the pile of half-understood broken books, and he couldn't recall many of the contents, including "Tao'an Dream Memories", several broken volumes of "Sou Shen Ji", and "Journey to the West".

There should also be serious scientific research textbooks such as "Zhu Zi's Original Meaning" and "The Encyclopedia of Sexual Theory".

However, Gu Weijing was naturally not interested in watching it.

His childhood interest was based on those messy yellowed pages, and he grew up like crazy, telling stories and acting in the dilapidated mountains and rivers of the late Ming Dynasty, fighting cocks and raising birds, putting lamps to welcome the gods, and being accompanied by wild foxes under the trees and demons and monsters on the way to learn scriptures.

Gu Weijing is now amazed that he can read the legend of the romance written by the ancients.

That's the persistence and patience that is unique to children.

Although Gu Weijing was born in Yangon, when he was in class, even Professor Lin Tao's ability to read ancient Chinese was mostly due to this.

He remembered that there was a strange book called "Xianglian Pinzao" wrapped in silk.

The girl's feet are divided into three nobles, five styles, and nine grades.

It's the same as learning to appreciate calligraphy, painting and art.

There is also a distinction between Yi, Shen, Miao, and Neng, and there are also practical teaching guides for techniques such as the three shadows of Xianglian, the nine views of jade feet, the eighteen methods of appreciating lotus, and the thirty-six styles of tasting lotus.

Damn it.

Bullshit.

Now that I think about it, it should be the "obscene" book that Lao Gu's family secretly hidden.

When Gu Weijing was a child, where did he understand these things, but when he saw the profundity of the above, the paintings were interesting, and they were different from those preserved in other books.

Thinking it was some kind of martial arts method, he would often read it when he had nothing to do.

His career as a scholar of ancient literature ended when his grandfather passed by the door.

Old man Gu has always been resigned to Gu Weijing's behavior of flipping through old books, and feels that he has a natural literary temperament, and reading old books increases his knowledge.

It's a pleasure to see it happen.

Isn't it much better than watching a martial arts?

Until one day, Gu Tongxiang had such a powerful head that was not bald at that time, holding a purple sand teapot, and walked by in front of Gu Weijing's room, and heard the grandson in the room with a solemn posture like reading the hundred schools of thought, and read aloud, "Official, the slave family has good little feet, you don't want to joke!" ”

Old man Gu snorted, and two columns of dragon well water spurted out of his nostrils.

The old man didn't pour out in one breath, and almost choked to death.

That night, all the old books in their house were re-locked, and Gu Tongxiang stuffed a copy of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in his hand to read.

Grow up a little more.

I know the past of the three-inch golden lotus and the bound feet.

Gu Weijing felt that the ancients' evaluation of the soles of the feet could never escape from the appreciator to the appreciative, or ...... The domination of the dominant over the dominated, the power over their vassals, destroying, abusing them.

Foot binding takes it all over.

It's like Wilde's classic proverb that everything in the world has to do with sex. Sex itself is the only exception, which is only related to rights.

Since then, for a long time, Gu Weijing hated the aesthetics of the soles of his feet.

Even he was prejudiced against ballet because of this, unable to appreciate the so-called elegance and nobility in it, whether it was a male actor or an actress.

In fact, many of the early Western beautiful ballerinas.

It also often appears in history as a pastime of the nobility or as a female slave kept in captivity on the estates by the lords of Tsarist Russia.

It wasn't until later that there was a chat with Kou and listened to Gu Weijing's point of view.

Just cocked his feet seriously, and Xiu showed him that after the eighties and nineties, with the improvement of sports science, top dancers and deformed soles are no longer directly equated.

They must wear pointe sleeves when practicing dance, and according to national regulations, before the age of ten, truly professional dance teachers and international performance programs will absolutely prevent children from doing top-notch movements.

"Hello, what stupid thing to say, classmate Gu, look at it with wide eyes, isn't my sister and my feet beautiful?"

That puffy look shows that this is not a question sentence.

It seems that Gu Weijing dared to shake his head, and Kou would raise his leg and step on his face.

He didn't have any reason to shake his head.

Because that day, the boys in the class couldn't help but sneak their eyes to the straight toes under the white stockings.

Since then, Gu Weijing has changed his concept of ballet.

And today, Gu Weijing feels that it is time to apologize to the ancestors for changing their concepts.

The pale pink skin spread from the calves under the skirt to Katsuko's round toes, and even the small and cute nails were dyed the color of light roses.

There is a little bit of light gray that cannot be wiped off by wet wipes.

The size is flawed, the inch beads are dusty, and then the world treasure is also.

Things have to be dialectical, aren't they?

Foot binding is, of course, a bad habit to be stepped on 10,000 feet.

But the soles of the girl's feet are indeed gorgeous and dazzling works of art.

It's not a work of art, what is?

He vaguely remembered that it seemed to be written in the book "Xianglian Pinzao" that the most beautiful feet should be fine, trimmed and shortened, and what else should be like the red sun near the mountain, such as Xizi holding his heart, smiling naturally, and "Ni Dress" trembling and cloudy.

Fang is a treasure that cannot be without one, and cannot have two.

Gu Weijing never knew what this meant, and originally thought it was made up by some old prostitutes.

He suddenly understood now.

Miss Sakai's feet are hot, and the soles of her feet are the blood vessels that are the furthest away from the heart, but I don't know that the blood flow is moving at a high speed due to exercise, maybe it's just nervousness.

There seemed to be a little rosy flame mixed under the skin of her toes.

Gu Weijing's fingers were also hot.

Every time his fingers touched the dust on Katsuko's feet through the wet wipes, the arches of Sakai's feet quivered, and the tips of her toes curled up quickly and stretched, like plucked strings in the resonance box behind the piano.

Gu Weijing had to withdraw the memory in his mind from the nosebleed-making "Xianglian Pinzao" with difficulty, and changed it to meditate on "Journey to the West".

Trying to recall the heroic posture of the senior brother Monkey Brother beating the female monster, he stopped the speed of the ape in the center of his chest.

"Asian Art said that it will probably contact us for a final proofreading in the near future."

"Uh-huh."

"The copyright transfer agreement is to contact the communication address, and I have already taken the two of us to sign it."

"Uh-huh."

"In terms of offprints (preprints and monographs), it is their practice that the magazine society does not provide us with stand-alone singles of our papers. If required, the magazine will charge an additional fee. ”

Famous journals are quite dark.

Black-and-white photographs, color photographs, all kinds of preprints, single books, the author himself often has to add money if he wants to.

There are many ways to generate income.

For many professional scholars, this is a large expense.

Often, you only need to save the PDF version of the article, and you don't need any additional items.

But Mrs. Sakai didn't eat one at all.

Katsuko said softly, "My mother wants to print 1,000 copies, put them at home, and send one to all the seven aunts and eight aunts every three or five to show off." I think she's a little too outrageous. The editor of the journal said that there was no such precedent, and that only a maximum of 250 copies could be printed......"

"Uh-huh."

Gu Weijing continued, I don't know if I heard what Shengzi was saying.

In the past, he was still very concerned about the publication of their precious papers, but today, the situation is a bit special, and all his attention is on controlling himself to be a decent gentleman.

I really don't care about anything else.

Seeing Gu Weijing's appearance, Sakai Katsuko was not as nervous as she was at the beginning.

She lifted her lowered head, tilted her head to look at her boyfriend, and blinked.

"We're going to stay together."

"Uh-huh."

"You can't lick your pen while you're drawing."

"Uh-huh."

"Listen to me in the future."

"Uh-huh, huh?"

Gu Weijing, who was trying to knock the white bone essence in his mind, suddenly realized that the topic seemed to have gone astray.

He looked up.

Katsuko was also staring at him with her head tilted sideways, her hair hanging down the side of her face.

A gentle and touching look.

"Hmm."

Gu Weijing smiled and nodded.

Burst...... Katsuko Sakai also grinned, a silky smile, like a bright moon just rising above their heads, flowing all over the bodies of the two of them.

The two of them opened their arms and hugged each other again.

"Oh-"

Lying on the fence of the tennis court, Mrs. Sakai smiled like an aunt when she craned her neck to look at the scene.

She suddenly decided that she had nothing left to teach her daughter.

Green

That is, the most beautiful.

The blonde aunt looked at this scene, she felt that what Chen Shenglin said was very right, no one should disturb the scene in front of her, and no one was more important to each other than each other to the men and women in front of her.

"I'll wait for you in the car, remember to have dinner together in the evening!"

Mrs. Sakai typed a text message to her daughter, and she got up, picked a random path into the surrounding woods, and walked away.

——

“. Bayern forever number one……”

The out-of-tune humming song echoed in the professor's teaching building, so that the night sensor lights in the corridor lit up with the tune of the Bayern fans' cheering song "Southern Star".

One sky, one sky, one time.

If Miss Coco's singing "Memory" gives people a quiet and serene power, like a cold and beautiful female ghost that reverberates.

Then Mr. Wattle was in the uninhabited corridor, happily muttering the Bayern war song.

It's like a midnight howl, enough to scare the ghosts away.

The sketch teacher has no magic sound, and is humming happily while picking the key to the office in his pocket.

Legend has it that German men were interested in only two kinds of noise, the shouts on the football field and the roar of machinery.

With the retirement of Schumacher, SEB and Rosberg, three generations of legendary German world champions, Professor Wattel gradually lost interest in F1 and only retained his loyalty to Bayern.

He was going home today.

Think about it.

Mr. Wattle had a whole day of classes from morning to night today. And the crucial match between Bayern and Wolfburg in the closing stage of the Bundesliga is about to begin.

He doesn't like to see the sports media on his phone on the way home with the results of the game on the headlines.

Then you lose the fun of watching the game.

"A true fan will hardly miss a home game." Wattle said to himself in his heart.

So.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then wandered around and walked back to the office from the advanced class, ready to hide and watch a game on the TV in the office.

Then go home.

"Rush rush."

Wattle pushed open the door to his office and turned on the TV to access Sky Sports' live broadcast room.

I happily took out a can of beer from the Xiaoice box next to me, because some students would come to the studio every afternoon to draw pictures these days.

Wattle also went out of his way to put a few cans of juice in the fridge.

But

It seems that the other party politely did not take it.

"You're welcome! You drink the juice from my studio, and I prostitute your paintings...... Fair trade! Wattle said cheekily.

Hey?

The sketch teacher discovered.

On the closed door of the suite's studio, there is a sticky note.

He walked over and glanced at it.

[Professor Wattle:]

[I'm sorry for your careful teaching during this time, I feel that my improvement is very high, and the watercolor sketchpad I ordered will arrive home next week, so I won't bother you every day, thank you very much.] 】

[The spare key for the office, I put it in the pen holder in the workshop.] I wish you all the best. 】

[Your students, take care of it. 】

"Trouble, not trouble! It's good to come and draw. ”

The sketch teacher licked his lips and realized that the act of prostituting a painting a day was unsustainable, and his first reaction was even a little lost.

Professor Wattle didn't want to collect the paintings, but ......

This is the collecting habit that all teachers can't escape!

You see such neat, so dry, and delicate works in front of you, as if the teacher saw a full-score Chinese exam paper without any alterations when he was judging the papers, and even the words were written like Pang Zhonghua's calligraphy.

How many teachers can refuse to keep this exam paper and show it off to future generations?

In particular, the visible progress between each painting filled Wattle's heart with an incomparable sense of accomplishment, although he knew that it was not necessarily to a great extent, but only to the credit of his own teaching.

Below the note, there is an additional line of notes.

【. The piece of work on the workbench that is drying is a gift from me, you can do whatever you want, I hope you can like it. We also hope that you can succeed in chasing your dreams. 】

[Maybe this picture can help, good luck to you.] 】

(End of chapter)