Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Zhao Xiyan didn't know the way to Jingcheng University at all. After riding for a while, he felt something was wrong and had to ask Lou Xiaoe for help.

"Do you know how to get to Jingcheng University?"

"You don't know, but you're still riding in front?"

Lou Xiaoe was angry and amused.

"It's not that you ride slowly." Zhao Xiyan said embarrassedly.

"Okay, follow me."

Lou Xiaoe rolled her eyes, stepped on the pedal, and rushed in front.

Zhao Xiyan immediately followed.

More than half an hour later.

The two arrived at the gate of Jingcheng University and asked along the way, and then found the history department class.

Zhao Xiyan originally thought that there were many people in the night school, but he didn't expect that there were only 60 people in their class, and there was only this one class in the history department.

After the two hurriedly ran in, they found that the teacher was already giving a lecture.

"Report..."

Zhao Xiyan shouted.

"Say your name."

The teacher on the podium was a middle-aged man, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking very gentle.

"Zhao Xiyan (Lou Xiao'e)."

The two of them said their names one after the other.

"My name is Meng Yanwu, and I am your class teacher and lecturer." After introducing himself, the teacher asked with a straight face, "Why are you late?"

"Report, we have dreamed of entering Beijing University, the highest institution of learning in China, since we were young, so we entered the school with great excitement, and then..."

"Say the point."

Meng Yanwu knocked on the table.

"We got lost." Zhao Xiyan whispered.

"Hahaha."

The classmates in the class laughed.

Everyone also remembered this kid called "Zhao Xiyan".

There is nothing wrong with calling him a kid. Those who can come to night school are rarely in their early thirties. They are basically uncles or aunts in their forties. There are very few young people, and they all sit there upright.

"Okay."

Meng Yanwu was also a little amused, "Go find a seat and sit down. You all know the classroom discipline, right?"

"I know."

Zhao Xiyan and Lou Xiao'e nodded hurriedly.

"Then I won't repeat it again. Go."

Meng Yanwu smiled.

"Thank you, teacher."

Zhao Xiyan and Lou Xiao'e bowed slightly and walked to the back of the classroom to sit down.

"Brother, which unit are you from?" A chubby fat man beside him asked with a smile.

"Steel rolling mill, uncle, how about you?" Zhao Xiyan said politely.

"Uncle?"

The fat man broke down, "Brother, I'm fucking twenty-two, is it appropriate for you to call me uncle?"

"Twenty-two?"

Lou Xiao'e looked at him in surprise, "Uncle, stop joking..."

"Fuck, why don't you believe it? I'm really twenty-two, and I'm in charge of personnel in a textile factory..."

The fat man was anxious and took out his work permit.

"Ma Yuan, male, director of the Human Resources Department of Red Star Textile Factory, 22 years old."

Zhao Xiyan muttered, and then said in surprise, "Brother, you became a director at the age of 22? Awesome."

"Hey, it's nothing."

Ma Yuan shook his head and said, "I took over my father's job at the age of 16, and I'm in my sixth year of work... I finally got a director."

"Brother Ma, you must have worked very hard, right?" Lou Xiao'e exclaimed.

"No, the director of the textile factory is my second uncle." Ma Yuan said seriously.

Puff!

Zhao Xiyan and Lou Xiao'e laughed out loud.

"Zhao Xiyan..."

Meng Yanwu shouted.

"Here."

Zhao Xiyan stood up immediately.

Swish!

Everyone looked at him.

"Was what I said just now funny?" Meng Yanwu chuckled.

"Hmm."

Zhao Xiyan was stunned.

He was just listening to Ma Yuan talking about his second uncle, so he didn't know what Meng Yanwu said.

Meng Yanwu seemed to see his doubts and smiled, "I just talked about the regrets of history. What are your regrets?"

"Regrets?"

Zhao Xiyan sighed slightly, "My original regret was 'the love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot be leveled', I thought this was the regret of life, but later I found that 'there are boats to cross the sea and roads to walk on the mountains', this is not a regret."

"Even the prosperous Tang Dynasty was full of regrets? Gao Shi, who wrote 'Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, who in the world doesn't know you', succeeded in his old age, didn't he regret it?"

Everyone widened their eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

Lou Xiao'e's beautiful eyes were full of little stars, and she wanted to throw herself into his arms.

"Li Bai, who wrote 'I was born with talent and will be useful', had great ambitions but drank to drown his sorrows. Didn't he have regrets? Wang Bo shocked the world with his 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng', but died at the age of 26. I think he also had regrets, right?"

Zhao Xiyan sighed slightly, "I think,Instead of remembering your regrets, it is more meaningful to live in the present...Mr. Meng, classmates, what do you think?"

Pa pa pa!

Meng Yanwu was the first to applaud, and then there was a round of applause.

"Student Zhao Xiyan is very talented in writing. I read your information. You graduated from high school, right? Why didn't you go to college back then?"

"I was originally in the countryside, and then my father died. The people from the street office wrote to me and asked me to take over the job, so I went to the factory as a worker." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"That's a pity."

Meng Yanwu shook his head, "Today we are talking about 'literary character'... What do you think?"

"I think those who talk about 'literary character' are either bad or stupid." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"Wow."

The whole classroom was in an uproar.

"Brother, you have guts."

Ma Yuan secretly raised his thumb.

"Student Zhao Xiyan, come to the podium. "Meng Yanwu waved his hand.

"Xi Yan..."

Lou Xiao'e nervously grabbed Zhao Xiyan's hand.

"It's okay."

Zhao Xiyan smiled and walked to the podium, "Teacher Meng, what do you have to say?"

"Come on, you teach this class."

Meng Yanwu handed him the chalk, "My point of view is different from yours, but I really want to hear your point of view."

Many people looked at Zhao Xiyan with gloating.

This kid is afraid that he will suffer.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Xiyan took the chalk calmly and wrote two big words on the blackboard-literati.

"Classmates, what is a 'literati'? 'Learn literature and martial arts to sell to the emperor's family', this is the meaning of studying in the old society. Since you study to become an official and become a literati, what kind of backbone do you still talk about?"

Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "Literati, since ancient times, the ten unforgivable crimes, the first of which is 'rebellion', who said this? The literati said it, and then what? Conspiracy for treason, what does that mean? We destroyed the royal palaces and buildings... This is the second evil. "

The people who originally despised him gradually listened to him.

Meng Yanwu's eyes lit up, this kid is not like an ordinary worker.

"The third evil is conspiracy for treason, which means defecting to another country. I agree with this. The fourth is "evil rebellion", which means beating and killing parents and elders... Think about it, who said the ten unforgivable sins? Wasn't it the literati?"

Zhao Xiyan sneered, "They imprison our thoughts and serve the ruling class. Are these people bad? Are they stupid?"

"Yes."

Everyone in the audience shouted and then gave warm applause.