After a long wait, Class 7 students were finally able to line up to enter the venue.

The site of the Poetry Museum is too large to be guided in a unified manner. After going through the security check, Chu Cheng set a meeting time, and then disbanded the team and let everyone go to free time.

The students happily dispersed, but there were also some who were familiar with each other on weekdays who were reluctant to act alone, and followed the assistant class the whole time.

Chu Cheng explained and led all the way. He is not proficient in all kinds of Chinese culture, but he has been influenced by his family since he was a child, and he has already engraved some etiquette and habits in his bones.

From the kowtow ceremony of tea culture to the way of playing in Go, he can patiently explain and teach in person. Whether it is paper, ink, pen and inkstone, printing, or literati and poetry and songs, no matter what is asked, they can also tell the story.

His dress today is obviously casual and a little wild, but because he has a face full of tenderness, it complements the fragrance of the corridor when boiling water and sencha, and it is elegant and elegant.

Just like Mr. Lin Qingxuan said, when drinking light wine, you should read Li Qingzhao, when you drink sweet wine, you should read Liu Yong, and when you drink spirits, you should sing Dongpo words. Reading Xin Qiji, reading Lu Fangweng, reading Li Houzhu, reading Tao Yuanming, and Li Taibai all have their own shades and shades. ”

Chu Cheng leaned on the railing in a leisurely manner, interpreting the sleeping culture behind the glass vitrines with a gentle voice.

"Whether it is to bring wine to the wind, cook tea and recite poems, step on the snow and look at the moon, or send brocade books in the clouds, and use the piano to meet the soulmate...... Our ancestors retained delicacy in all the details of life, so that the years were long and every inch was gentle. ”

The students were shocked by the long and prosperous cultural presentation in the museum, and sincerely exclaimed, "So this is the legendary Chinese romance." ”

"Maybe. But I think romance itself is a romantic word with a Western overtone, and it is better to say ......" Chu Cheng looked up at the inscription work on the wall, and changed it to another way of elaboration, "Chinese unique and enjoyable affection." ”

At this moment, the students' attention was easily grabbed. They listened to the explanations and wandered through the various exhibition halls, all of them were fascinated by the world that was once dazzling.

Yu Siting has never been so lively, he wanted to bypass the surging flow of people in the hall and hang out, but he was attracted by the sound of Chu Cheng's explanation, and involuntarily walked up to follow his small team.

Approaching the National Day holiday, the museum just happened to carry out the activity of drying books and copying poems, and teachers and students who visited the museum could experience it in the courtyard.

The sky is clear, and incense is burning on the neatly placed bright yellow pear wood long table, a simple and elegant atmosphere.

Students spread out in all directions, squatting or sitting on different futons, copying verses with soft pens.

Hatsumi walked through the low tables, inspecting their work. I am secretly glad that these children are good at writing. If you replace those few kids who have to encrypt their writings, the current picture is unimaginable.

Yu Siting found a table with no one to sit down, and watched the tireless figure of the deputy class not far away.

To be honest, he was not optimistic about this newcomer at first, and would agree to Chu Cheng as his deputy class, mostly because of the letter of recommendation.

Although it doesn't make much sense to write, it proves that his ears are listening, his eyes are seeing, he is serious and responsible, and he dares to speak out.

Now it seems that it is even more correct, with the gentleness and perseverance in his bones, one day he will become an excellent classroom teacher, and even a class teacher.

As for what is lacking...... It's probably like now, if you work too hard and do everything yourself, you will quickly have a sense of disparity and lose this professional enthusiasm prematurely.

Chu Cheng walked around again, and when he saw that the students were enjoying themselves, he also went over to rest.

He had been organizing activities all morning, so busy that he couldn't be idle, and the moment his body stuck to the cushion, it was as if a nerve had been automatically relaxed, and he couldn't help but sigh comfortably.

Yu Siting's gaze naturally followed: "Tired? ”

"Well, it's more expensive than lecturing." Chu Cheng admitted calmly, raised his hand and took a sip of the half-melted iced coffee.

Each pear wood table is bordered by a brush holder and an ink tray. He picked one out of his hand and looked at Yu Siting: "Does Teacher Yu want to write?" ”

Yu Siting said: "I won't be ugly." ”

This is clearly self-effaceted.

But whoever can be a teacher will not have too ugly handwriting, after all, all normal schools now have additional skills tests.

Chu Cheng's tone had a hint of resentment: "I remember Mr. Yu's 'read' two words, and the pen is very strong." ”

It's autumn, but the morning sun is still scorching. Chu Cheng sat in a position that was facing the light, a little dazzling, so he borrowed a straw hat from the straw hat provided in the venue, put it on his head casually, and began to write.

Because there was nowhere to put his legs, he changed his posture and knelt on the mat on one knee instead, rolled up his sleeves to reveal half of his white wrist, dipped his pen in ink, and dropped a row of small seals on the rice paper.

"It also depends on who you compare yourself to." Yu Siting replied to the topic just now and glanced towards Chu Cheng's direction.

The order of his writing is complicated, and each stroke is written seriously, but it seems to be easy to come by.

Look at his focused appearance, so elegant and dignified. It was hard for Yu Siting not to wonder what kind of environment he grew up in, and even the ancient seal script could be skillfully controlled.

"It seems like the first time I've received praise from my big brother, even if it's not very explicit." Chu Cheng raised his eyebrows and smiled, and even felt that the charm of Yu Siting's personality seemed to lie here.

I'm used to hearing his poisonous mouth, and it's really useful to be praised occasionally.

Yu Siting's eyebrows frowned slightly: "I was so stingy with you in terms of verbal encouragement before?" ”

Chu Cheng replied with a joke: "Do you want me to take out the work record now?" It's all about you. ”

"You don't have to open the account book so early, and it's not too late to remember it when you fly solo with a shift in the future." Yu Siting's voice was slow, but he could hear the meaning of teasing: Don't forget that you are still under my hands.

Chu Cheng smiled in his eyes: "No, there is no chance then, after all, I will not be a class teacher in the future." ”

Hearing him say this, Yu Siting completely regained his normal color and asked, "Why?" ”

The original intention of setting up the deputy class teacher system in No. 10 Middle School was to give new teachers the opportunity to learn and accumulate experience. If you don't want to exercise further, why take the initiative to take on this tiring and unrewarding job?

…… Well?

Chu Cheng didn't expect the other party to care about this question, and paused blankly. It seemed to him that the answer was imminent.

Isn't it because no matter the main or deputy class, the monthly subsidy for leading the class is 800 yuan?

Although he thought so in his heart, he couldn't say it with confidence.

And Yu Siting has been curious about what the person opposite is writing from just now. At this time, I saw him put down his pen and meditate, so he quietly approached a little.

On the white and dense rice paper, there are three or four lines of small seals. At first glance, those fonts are upright and beautiful, square and round, uniform thickness, and even the depth of the ink is impeccable.

But something seems to be wrong, take a closer look......

Bang Bang –

Chu Cheng finally noticed Yu Siting's gaze. I don't know when it began, but his eyes fell straight on his rice paper. As if some secret had been broken, Chu Cheng hurriedly started to cover it up, but it was completely too late.

Yu Siting has successfully cracked his seal script.

It was just some essays when it was boring, and it could even be said that it was crazy literature in the daytime.

He sat there, seemingly serious for a long time, and what he wrote was: I want to retire, I really want to retire, when can I retire, I wish me an early retirement.

Yu Siting: "......"

"How can you peek at other people's ......" Chu Cheng lifted the brim of his straw hat and wanted to question him in a righteous manner, but he got stuck because he couldn't think of words to describe his output for a while, and finally laughed out loud.

The surrounding students had already completed their own poems one by one, and they were attracted by the movement of the two of them, and they raised their heads one after another.

"What's wrong?"

"Teacher Chu, do you want to come and read what we wrote?"

"Big brother, which page did Teacher Chu copy?"

Yu Siting's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound. Chu Cheng stood up. He knelt for a while just now, his knees were numb and he staggered, and he quickly grabbed his side to stabilize his figure.

Yu Siting only felt that his wrist was hot, and he was held tightly by a thin and beautiful hand.

"Don't say it." Chu Cheng lowered his head and looked up at him, the smile between his eyebrows was as bright as a fire.

"Aang." Yu Siting was silent for two seconds and hummed a word in compromise.

Regarding his work enthusiasm and career planning, he really worried about it.