I'm really immortal

In the evening, people dispersed and everything was quiet. Liu Changan took a broom to clean the front door. The broom left traces of evacuation and dispersion on the ground, some of which were intertwined, like a chessboard on a stone under a deep mountain pine tree, carved by the fingers of an immortal.

Liu Changan swept up the fallen leaves and firecracker shavings and piled them together, leaving an open space for placing wine tomorrow.

Looking up, the two six-story buildings on the left and right had some scattered lights. Because the glass on the windows was old, it seemed to be more dim and yellow than the lights in newly built communities in other places. There were also many people. The feeling of nostalgia is like the "little orange light" in the text.

Liu Changan went back to his room to take a shower.

When the night got deeper and it became quieter outside the window, Liu Changan, who had written a note, came to the carriage of the transport truck with the note.

"Dan Dan, be well." Liu Chang'an waved towards the coffin, "As the saying goes, once you are a teacher, you are always a father. I have been teaching you for a long time. Firstly, it is to let you understand that time has passed and things in the world have changed. Secondly, it is just to make fun of you. Equality."

Coffin, of course, ignored him.

Liu Changan didn't care about the other party's reaction. Since he said so, that was the effect. It didn't matter what the other party's reaction was.

"It is my right as a teacher to call you by your name. I hope you don't mind. As we get along with each other for a long time, we will remember more and more of the little things we had together in the past. You may be glad that apart from yourself, I am the only one in this world. The only person who remembers your name. Dandan, Dandan, Dandan." Liu Changan called her three times, but it seemed he didn't dare to answer.

"Our lecture today will start with a recent current event. The National Palace Museum in Taiwan is going to send the calligraphy calligraphy, which is known as the second best in the world, to Japan for the first time." Liu Changan restored his lecture style. When he was a teacher, he lectured His style has always been like this. Today we are going to talk about modern history, but you can also just pick something and start talking about it... Anyway, he can talk about it very much.

"Since there is a second best in the world, you will definitely ask me which one is the best in the world? The best running script in the world is of course Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface", but currently there is only a copy of the Tang Dynasty copy. To be more serious, Yan Zhenqing is the second best in the world. His "Manuscript of Memorials to My Nephew" is the best in the world... If such a valuable treasure were to be kept in a museum on the mainland, it would definitely be a national treasure and be included in the list of treasures that must not be sent abroad for exhibition."

Liu Changan smiled and continued, "The irony is that Taiwan is really shameless. They probably don't know how to read or understand history. If we look closely at the spirit and spirit of "Manuscripts for Memorials to Nephews", where does the shame come from? Are you embarrassed to send it to Japan? It's a bit shameful. They should kneel down in front of this calligraphy and weep and fight three times. The traitors and ministers did not save them, and they were surrounded by the isolated city. The father was trapped and the son died, and the nest collapsed... At that time, the Yan family More than 30 people from one family were killed by swords and saws, and their condition was horrific. Yan Zhenqing searched for the bones of his family members, but only one foot and one bone was found. He was so sad that he wrote this "Manuscript of Memorial to Nephew"."

Liu Changan's expression calmed down, "Dan Dan, you must be curious as to why Taiwan is not qualified to collect this "Manuscript of Nephew Memorial" now. Then we have to start with Zhu Yuanzhang, one of the most upright people in history. This person must be you too. I appreciate it. Twenty years ago, I went to pay homage to his mausoleum. On the way, I met an elder who once said that the great rivers and mountains are guarded by these heroic souls, the backbone of the Han family, which always makes people feel that the spirit of the nation is not high. Everything will be lost..."

Liu Changan placed his copy of "Manuscript of Memorial to Nephew" on the coffin and began to talk about the tragic history.

After the lecture, Liu Changan reached out to hold his thermos cup out of habit, but found that this was a habit he had made more than 20 years ago, and now there is no thermos cup around him.

"I really want to drink cold beer and cold crayfish." After finishing the lecture, Liu Changan wanted to know how Xu Zhancheng and Ren Changhong were doing now. They were probably still hanging around at Hunan University, but they probably didn't have the chance to teach him. After all, they The qualifications are so old.

Not necessarily. Some old professors just like to take classes. Whether the school arranges it or not depends on their own wishes.

"Dan Dan, you must have never eaten iced crayfish." Liu Changan knocked on the coffin, "But you have a distinguished status. I remember that the summer was quite hot at that time. The Shangguan family's ice feast every summer was famous. , even the princes and grandsons are very coveted, after all, many people can only wait for the You Pavilion to open and use the ice mirror to pack some, but your Shangguan family has their own collection of icebergs."

Then Liu Changan talked about the fact that the folk use of ice in China in modern times was once monopolized by foreign countries. After all, these side histories were not mentioned in the official history course just now.

"Can you shut up?"

A sullen and irritable voice sounded.

Liu Changan had heard this voice before. It was the voice of Shangguan Dandan who said something to him when the coffin was opened that day.

Liu Changan looked around and made sure that he was the only one in the carriage and that there were no radios or speakers, and then his eyes fell on the coffin.

"Dandan, is that you?" Liu Changan said happily. After giving lectures for many nights, he finally got some responses. It also proved that his lectures were effective and she could indeed hear them.

There was no response to this question, but Liu Changan didn't mind either.

"But how did your voice sound like you were speaking in an open place? As an atomic bond crystal, metal contains more electrons that can move freely. It has low resistance and fast sound transmission. However, I have never heard of using coffin boards to transmit sound. Sounds good." Liu Changan showed a thoughtful expression.

"Then you are awake now? You are awake, but you are willing to lie in this coffin in a closed and cramped place without seeing the sun, and do not want to come out? This reminds me of the time when I wandered around the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, But that place is much bigger, and it’s also very interesting. I’ve even seen a craftsman who was lucky enough to survive. He expected me to take him out, but unfortunately he died before I could open the passage..."

Liu Changan suddenly remembered something and said no more.

"By the way, you went to stay in the coffin when you saw me. You told me to shut up just now, but you are too fond of me. It seems that you are not interested in listening to me. Say goodbye." Liu Changan cupped his hand and said left.

Liu Changan felt a little ashamed, because he had always been a very self-aware person, but today he didn't seem to have considered that Shangguan Dandan had a deep resentment towards him, Liu, and his old face was slightly shy.

Liu Changan went back to sleep.

When he got up in the morning, Liu Changan didn't care about Shangguan Dandan's attitude towards him last night. He took the hen and planned to give it to her. However, thinking that this was the hen raised by Mrs. Liu herself, it might be more delicious. It's a waste, let's go to the vegetable market and buy any chicken for her.

I am overjoyed to find that I have finally become the author of LV2. I already have a place in the starting point. I am no longer the newbie of LV1, but I am the master of LV2.