Lamborghini is rewarded for picking up trash at the beginning

Chapter 107 The Traditional Virtues of the Lin Family

So Tian Zhengqing changed the subject: "Lin Hao, did you come here after seeing the invitation I sent?"

"Ah."

"Hi, just tell me so I can pick you up."

"I said it."

Lin Hao took out his mobile phone and clicked on the Weibo account with the same name as the Douyin account: "I sent you several private messages, but you ignored me."

Tian Zhengqing: "...

Today's young people can't hear polite words!
"I'm too old to fiddle with these things. So, please call me, 13_"

After Lin Hao did so, Tian Zhengqing was satisfied, and said with a smile, "I'm not afraid that I won't be found now."

With that said, he turned his head to look at the security guard: "Xiaowen..."

Wen Zhenguo shuddered suddenly: "Professor Tian."

"Didn't you return the old man just now?"

"Eh..." Wen Zhenguo was suddenly speechless.

Tian Zhengqing snorted: "You still say I'm holding old papers? It's useless to say that? Your name is Wen Zhenguo, why do you still say that?"

When Wen Zhenguo heard it, he immediately knew where he was wrong.

"Professor Tian, ​​I was wrong, don't worry, I will never belittle traditional culture again."

"It's not the same, but some dross still needs to be resisted."

Tian Zhengqing nodded in satisfaction, and then got on the co-pilot: "Drive, take us to my office."

"okay!"

When Wen Zhenguo started the electric car and headed towards the office building, Tian Zhengqing turned his head, put on an enthusiastic expression, and said, "Lin Hao..."

"You can call me Kobayashi."

"Okay, Xiao Lin, did you see that? That building..."

"See that statue? That statue..."

"See that grove? Then... no, there's nothing to say."

Tian Zhengqing turned to introduce others, the history of Jiangzhou University, anecdotes of famous people who have been out, and so on.

Chatting and chatting, the office building arrived.

As soon as he entered, he saw Tian Zhengqing's office.

Guard room…

"Old Tian, ​​your office... is here?"

Lin Hao was surprised.

Isn't this a big shot in the cultural circle?

How to use the guard room as an office?

"Well, this place is big, and I can usually help deliver a courier event."

Tian Zhengqing said with a smile, and opened the door.

The inside is not small, nearly forty square meters, more than enough for an office, but except for the bed, everything is full of books...

and courier.

"Sit fast, it's a bit crowded, don't mind."

Lin Hao and Lin Yue were arranged to sit on the edge of the bed by Tian Zhengqing, and then he turned around and started pouring water.

"Tian Lao, don't bother."

"No trouble, why bother pouring some water."

After handing the two paper cups of hot water to the Lin Hao brothers and sisters, Tian Zhengqing got to the point, with a look of great interest on his face, and asked:
"Xiaolin, how did you make that "Thousand Character Essay"? How long did it take? What idea did you start writing?"

When Lin Hao heard this, his expression suddenly became serious.

"There is something to say about this."

Tian Zhengqing immediately listened attentively.

"I sang two songs, but people scolded me for the nonsense and meaningless lyrics, so I got angry and wanted to sing a song with meaningful lyrics. After thinking about it for more than ten minutes, I asked my sister to help me record it. The video is up.

The air is quiet for a few seconds.

"…Gone?"

"Well, it's gone!"

Tian Zhengqing and Lin Hao stared at each other for a while, then looked at Lin Yue, she nodded hurriedly: "I testify, it's true."

Tian Zhengqing's old face suddenly twitched.

The "Thousand Character Essay", which can be called a masterpiece, was born because of this kind of thing?
This... the mother of the other!
Tian Zhengqing didn't dare to go into details, the birth process of "Thousand Characters" was so child's play, I just felt his old face slapping.

I couldn't hold back such an article, but I was so angry that I thought about it for more than ten minutes, and there was no draft, no revision, no polish... just finished it all at once, and then posted it online?

Is this genius?
Tian Zhengqing was stunned there for a long time before he said with a dry smile: "Xiao Lin is really...if God helps!"

I don't know if there is any divine help, but there is system help anyway.

Lin Hao smiled subtly: "I'm overwhelmed."

The two looked at each other and smiled awkwardly, Lin Yue felt embarrassed watching.

Tian Zhengqing seemed to be aware of this. He wanted to break the embarrassment and wanted to take the exam, so he asked:
"Xiao Lin, look at this place. Can I let you compose a poem?"

Lin Hao looked around, thought for a while, and suddenly clapped his hands!

"Have it!"

Tian Zhengqing was taken aback.

Damn, there really are!
Whether it is a false name or worthy of the name can be determined after listening to it.

"Then I'm all ears."

Lin Hao coughed and coughed twice, and said slowly:
"The mountain is not high, but the immortals are famous. The water is not deep, but the dragon is the spirit. This is a shabby house, but I am beautiful. The moss marks are green on the steps, and the grass is green in the shade. There are great scholars in talking and laughing, and there is no white ding in the exchanges. It can be adjusted. Suqin, reading the golden scriptures. There is no messy ears of silk and bamboo, no laboring shape of case and slips. Zhuge House in Nanyang, Yunting Pavilion in Xishu. Confucius said: Why is there such a thing?"

After the last words fell, a needle could be heard in the doorman's room.

Lin Yue has long been used to it, just to match the atmosphere.

But Tian Zhengqing's jaw dropped in shock, and he kept thinking about the poems Lin Hao recited in his head.

The beginning of the chapter is inspired by mountains and rivers, using landscapes and fairy dragons as a simulation, Yisi is a humble room, but Wu Dexin cuts into the theme, and at the same time points out that the humble room is not ugly.

The next few sentences form a strong contrast, while highlighting the state of mind, there is also a hint of irony, and the final ending is the finishing touch!
Wonderful!

Most importantly, isn’t this article about me!

Although my place is shabby, but with me here, the shabby room is not shabby'!
This is a compliment to me!

Thinking of this, Tian Zhengqing smiled brightly and couldn't help but stretched out his thumb: "Xiao Lin, you did a good job! Have you chosen a name?"

"Well, <The Humble Room Inscription"."

""Humble Room Inscription"?"

Tian Zhengqing's eyes lit up.

铭？
This is a literary style developed from carving words on utensils to alert oneself or to sing praises and virtues, usually in rhyme.

The most common epitaph is what happened to the deceased in this life.

Another common inscription used by police officers is the motto.

Obviously, this "Humble Room Inscription" is the second type.

"What a <Humble Room Inscription"!"

Tian Zhengqing patted his thigh, spread out the pen and paper with great interest, and splashed ink.

After a while, a piece of "Humble Room Inscription" appeared vividly on the paper, the handwriting was vigorous and powerful, and the momentum was magnificent!

This time Lin Hao saw it. He deserves to be a character with a face inherent in culture. At first glance, this word is better than that half-baked ancestor!

Finally, Tian Zhengqing signed the signature.

Tian Zhengqing, gifted to friend Lin Hao.

little friend?

Seeing these two words, Lin Hao was flattered.

"Tian Lao, this is too serious."

Xiaoyou refers to the address that the elders call the young people they admire!
Tian Zhengqing chuckled: "This is nothing serious, a thousand-character essay, a "humble room inscription", and the poems you wrote, all of them are like this."

He gave a thumbs up, and continued: "Based on these, what is it to call a kid? If I hadn't been thin-skinned, I would have called you a teacher."

Lin Hao didn't know what to say: "Don't be like this, even if you dare to call, I won't dare to answer."

After all, respecting the old and loving the young has always been the traditional virtue of the old Lin family.

"Is there anything young people dare not do?"

Tian Zhengqing said with a smile, and after the ink on the reading script had dried, he took out a volume from the corner and bound it.

"This is for you."

"Then I'll be disrespectful."

"Is this the first time someone has given you calligraphy and painting?" Tian Zhengqing sighed to himself, "It's not fashionable for young people nowadays."

Lin Hao scratched his head: "Ah... really not."

"Oh? Someone gave you calligraphy and painting?"

"Well, does Mr. Zu Jidong know? He gave it to me."

Tian Zhengqing's expression froze.

This young man is getting worse and worse!
I used to say that I was a billionaire, but now I say that Zu Jidong gave him calligraphy and paintings...

(End of this chapter)