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The guest lectures did not end until after one o'clock in the afternoon.

Just like that, the students were still unsatisfied, and some even asked Lu Shi to sign the pamphlets they had copied by themselves.

It was not until Bernard Shaw came forward that the chaotic situation was maintained.

The students gradually dispersed.

When Chiron found Lu,

"Professor Lu's vision is indeed different from that of ordinary scholars, which has broadened my thinking a lot. Perhaps, several elements of geopolitics should be changed, and no longer focus on domination and power..."

Lu Shi knew how Chillen's theory had affected Germany in World War II,

If the prodigal son could really turn back, it would be considered a great kindness.

As for the butterfly effect,

Lu Shi no longer considered those things that were there or not, and just put them in the wrong place.

They come, the security.

The two chatted for a while,

At this time, Bernard Shaw finally dispersed the students, walked over, and invited the two of them, "Dining together?"

Lu Shi looked in the direction of the school gate, and found that there were still many students waiting for him, looking anxious as if they were waiting for idols, so he said helplessly, "The school has a cafeteria? In the current situation, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out."

Bernard Shaw couldn't help laughing,

"It's okay, go to my place to have some bread and a cup of coffee, and then go to the restaurant to have a good meal in the evening."

The three walked towards the office building.

On the way, Bernard Shaw asked Lu Shi in a low voice: "Professor Lu, what is your attitude towards the matter of women going to college..."

Hesitant to speak,

The words were not asked, but it was already tantamount to asking.

Lu Shi could not help but sigh,

"Mr. Chancellor, what I just said is my true opinion."

Bernard Shaw nodded knowingly,

Although Lu Shi did not explicitly support women's rights, judging from the views he expressed, his tendency is self-evident.

Looking at Bernard Shaw's expression, Lu Shi knew that the other party still didn't understand.

He said: "One day in the future, various rights organizations may become completely different from what they are now, and become some kind of... um... In short, by then, I will definitely oppose it."

The corners of Bernard Shaw's mouth couldn't help twitching,

"Is Professor Lu worrying too much?"

Lu Shi didn't answer.

It must be difficult for people today to imagine the chaos of demons that will be caused by political correctness 120 years later.

If Bernard Shaw was "fortunate" to see that scene, his expression would definitely be wonderful.

The three came to the teaching building.

There was a person standing at the door of the building. When he saw Lu Shi approaching, he walked up quickly and said, "Mr. Lu, I am the clerk of The Scotsman. Here is a letter. Editor-in-Chief Cooper asked me to deliver it to you as soon as possible. "

"letter?"

Lu Shi was surprised,

In 1900, telegrams were widely used for communication. Unless the content was very long and exceeded the word limit of long telegrams, letters would be used for communication.

Bernard Shaw reminded, "Did it come from China? Take a quick look."

Lu Shi received the letter,

There was nothing written on the envelope, not even a stamp.

This shows that the sender knew someone from The Scotsman, and he sent the letter to London directly or personally.

Lu Shi's doubts deepened.

He opened the envelope,

The beautiful English continuous writing comes into view,

My friend Lu Shi, seeing the words is like meeting:

I am very relieved to hear that you appreciate my book "The Portrait of Dorian Gray". Although I want to drag my sick body back to London to meet you, but looking at it now, I am afraid that I have no chance.

However, "the body can't reach it, but the heart yearns for it", in my heart, you and I have been friends for a long time.

Recently, I read "None Survived" every day, and I was attracted by the turbulence and ecstasy in it. Unfortunately, there are only fourteen chapters now, which made me scratch my heart and wait anxiously.

But I still want to thank you.

If it weren't for waiting for the serialization of the book, I might have passed away long ago?

...

There's a long way to go,

Discusses how novels should be written;

Discusses how novels and dramas will develop in the future under the influence of aestheticism;

Discussed that France is more open and free than Britain, and will definitely become the birthplace of new literature in the future.

Until the end of the letter, there are two short goodbyes:

There will be no period.

Another: Take me to say hello to Xiao. If possible, let him see what I know about aestheticism.

——

Lu Shi stayed on the spot.

He asked in a low voice, "What day is today?"

Bernard Shaw and Chiron both noticed Lu Shi's low air pressure and couldn't help but glance at each other.

Qi Lun answered cautiously: "4 days."

December 4th.

Oscar Wilde died of meningitis at the Hotel Alsace in Paris on November 30, 1900, at the age of 46.

Lu Shi never expected that a few casual words in the salon would lead to a sincere friend,

What makes him feel guilty is that only half of the statement about admiring "The Portrait of Dorian Gray" is true, and the other half is to use Wilde as a shield to block the mouths of Doyle and Buckle.

Bernard Shaw asked, "What's the matter?"

Lu Shi handed over the letter,

"Mr. Wilde wants you to read this letter too."

Hearing the name Wilde, Bernard Shaw was very surprised and subconsciously accepted the letter.

And so silence fell,

"..."

"..."

"..."

After an unknown amount of time, Bernard Shaw said, "This guy, it's really arrogant to teach you how to write novels in such a state."

After speaking, he sighed deeply.

Seeing the two of them like this, Qi Lun probably guessed the content of the letter, and it would not be an exaggeration to say it was an obituary.

Chiron asked, "When did it happen?"

Bernard Shaw glanced at the signing date and replied, "It should have been two or three days ago. This letter was written on December 1st."

Lu Shi was at a loss,

"December 1?"

Shouldn't it be November 30th?

Lu Shi snatched the letter, confirmed the time, and found that Bernard Shaw had not lied to him.

Bernard Shaw didn't know what was going on in Lu Shi's mind, so he comforted him: "Although Professor Lu couldn't meet Wilde, he doesn't need to blame himself. Just like what he wrote in the letter, he liked your "And There Were None" very much, and even said that he finally Hanging on that novel. Take comfort in that."

Lu Shi muttered to himself:

"The butterfly effect is not necessarily going to be bad."

There has been a slight change in his mentality, and he wants to participate more actively and deeply in this world and influence it.

Bernard Shaw was puzzled,

"Professor Lu, what did you just say?"

Lu Shi didn't answer, but looked at the clerk of the "Scotsman" and said, "Next Wednesday...well...it's tomorrow, and tomorrow will be the fifteenth, sixteenth and end of "And There Were None" ,Right?"

Clerk nods,

"That's right."

Lu Shi said, "Can you help me modify a little content?"

The clerk showed a troubled expression,

"At this point in time, I am afraid it is difficult. You should know that in order to ensure the printing quality of the supplement, Editor-in-Chief Cooper asked us to complete the typesetting on Monday. Now, the printing press has been working at full capacity for a long time."

Two months ago, The Scotsman did not have high printing quality requirements for the fiction supplement,

But with the emergence of "And There Were None" and the sales of newspapers are on the rise, Cooper must of course give priority to the cash cow, typesetting the novel supplement two days in advance,

Of course, this is also due to Lu Shi's ability to deliver manuscripts ahead of schedule.

Lu Shi thought for a while and said, "I'll just add two sentences at the beginning of the epilogue. If Editor-in-Chief Cooper is willing, my next novel will still be serialized in The Scotsman."

The clerk's eyes lit up.

"Mr. Lu, I can't promise anything, but I can promise to bring you the message."