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Chapter 175 A Generation, Love and Fear

Thank you Moon God for your reward!
It has been four days since the recording of Running Man ended, and Han Yi rushed back to Beiping overnight on the night of the recording, he couldn't wait to revise his Condor Shooting.

For the past four days, Han Yi has not gone out, and has been staying in his own home. This is a suite that Han Yi bought in Beiping, which is regarded as Han Yi's home.

When he was going to class, Han Yi would still live in the school, but when he wanted to create in a quiet environment, Han Yi would come here. In fact, it is next to the school. The distance from here to the classroom is actually shorter than that of the school. The distance from the dormitory to the classroom is even closer.

Han Yi has locked himself up for four days. When he is hungry, he cooks some instant noodles and adds an egg or ham to solve the problem. This Han Yi is also handy in making it. He has always done this before.

But today, Han Yi left his nest and went out to bask in the sun. It wasn’t that Han Yi had finished writing. In only four days, he had over a million words. It was impossible for Han Yi to finish writing at such a fast speed.

Although I have already written it once, now I am only revising the imperfect parts in my memory, but it can be regarded as rewriting. Now Han Yi can write about [-] to [-] words a day, and it is still early to finish writing.

The reason why Han Yi came out was because he was stuck. That's right, after four days of high-frequency work, Han Yi felt a little pain in his brain, so he left the nest and went outside to get some fresh air.

Another reason is that his teacher, Dean Wang of the School of Art, wanted to chat with Han Yi, at least that's what he said on the phone, although Han Yi didn't quite believe it.

"Boy Han, you came quite early!" Han Yi just stood by the lake for a while, when a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Hello, teacher!" Han Yi bowed politely to Dean Wang. This is how Han Yi treats those teachers he recognizes and respects. You must bow and pay tribute, and ask: Hello, teacher!
Dean Wang is also used to Han Yi's habits, he nodded calmly, then looked Han Yi up and down, and said with a smile: "Look at your appearance, have you been in seclusion for a long time?"

Hearing Dean Wang's words, Han Yi remembered that he seemed to be sloppy for the past four days, and he didn't wash up when he came out.

"I'm not here for a blind date, what do you want an image for?" She shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently.

"You are always like this. You are now a public figure, you have to pay attention to your own image, your image represents the image of our School of Art, Peking University!"

Hearing this, Han Yi gave me a headache. His major is literature, and he is from the School of Humanities, but it seems that everyone now regards Han Yi as a student from the School of Art, ignoring his major in literature.

"For those who are engaged in art, let's put the image aside for the time being." Han Yi shrugged his shoulders habitually and said.

Dean Wang didn't answer, but shook his head with a smile. To outsiders, it looked like Peking University. As a first-class university in China, the image of its students should be very good.

But he knows that these are things that are taken for granted. Peking University is known for its openness, and its image is actually not emphasized to a certain extent for students in Peking.

"It's not just about art now, your generation has begun to have less and less rules." Dean Wang said with emotion as if recalling when they were studying at that time.

"Isn't this a good thing!" Han Yi said with emotion, "The information age is no longer like the industrial age. Everyone pays attention to unified production efficiency, like an assembly line, and everyone wants the same."

"Yes, standard equipment is a product of the industrial age. Isn't the type of clothes you buy now a product of the industrial age?"

"This era is gradually getting old, and now we pay attention to the liberation of individuality. There is no liberation of individuality. Where do so many wonderful ideas come from? Teacher, don't you all wear suits uniformly?" Han Yi looked at the man wearing a jacket. Dean Wang laughed.

"Hey, we are really old. If we don't dare to do something to set up the stage of this era, we are really behind the times."

"..." Han Yi didn't answer, looking at the calm water, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"The last time I went to the computer department to attend a lecture, old man Huo posted a few pictures, which impressed me a lot!" Dean Wang continued on his own:

"He took out pictures of the employees of several famous IT companies in the world at work. Some of the employees were wearing vests and some were wearing slippers. If I hadn't been told in advance that this was a company, I would have thought it was a gangster!"

"Yes, it is to make those employees feel good, otherwise how can it trigger their inspiration and stimulate their creativity!"

"I don't know if all this will change the status quo of our industry?" Dean Wang sighed heavily. Although Dean Wang seemed to be asking Han Yi, his tone was full of affirmation. He knew it would definitely change. , and has already begun.

"Now, as an old man, I was supposed to enjoy my old age peacefully, but now I also feel a sense of fear. This society is too strange." The old man suddenly sighed, which surprised Han Yi a little.

"Teacher, you are not old yet!" Han Yi smiled and said:
"In this rapidly changing society, there is darkness in front of everyone, but some people live at ten o'clock in the evening, and some people live at two o'clock in the morning. Although it is all dark and everyone is groping, but some Man is doomed not to see the sun."

"A newborn baby may always stop at ten o'clock in the evening. An old man like a teacher may live at two o'clock in the morning. The teacher is not old yet!"

"Hahaha, you kid finally said a few words that I love to hear, and I can hear them smoothly." These are the few words that Dean Wang has heard after Han Yi got to know him well, but……

"Yeah, think about our Professor Yang, who is almost 90 and still able to marry a wife, and Mr. Qi, the master of painting, who is [-] years old and still wants to fall in love. How are you?"

This sentence was originally Han Yi talking about the importance of mentality, but with Han Yi's tone and the content of the words, Dean Wang always sounded weird.

"You boy." Dean Wang could only point to Han Yi and shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was used to it. He had taught so many students, and there were quite a few students who had a good chat with him, but he really dared to do this to him. Just kidding, very few really.

At least during school, no one dared, Han Yi was the first.

"You old man, if you are looking for me, just ask and talk to me!"

(End of this chapter)