Through the book: The villain’s son’s stand-in

Gu Pan's voice still lingered in his ears, but Gu Cheng's thoughts gradually drifted away as he slept.

"Tick tock."

"Clap clap clap!"

Raindrops were falling continuously outside the house, but Gu Cheng, standing in the rain, did not get wet at all.

"what's going on?"

He raised his hand and found that the raindrops fell directly through his hand and fell to the ground.

"Have I become transparent?"

He moved his hands and feet and walked around again, and found that his movement was unrestricted.

Gu Cheng was not a stubborn person, so he quickly accepted the reality and looked around, hoping to determine where he was in this way.

Although the rain would not wet his body, it would still block his sight, so he walked to a platform and sat down, wanting to see more clearly.

At this moment, a young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers and carrying a backpack walked onto the platform in the rain.

When Gu Cheng was caught off guard, the young man sat on him.

Gu Cheng frowned, stood up, patted his clothes in disgust before turning around to see who was so reckless.

But when he saw those familiar peach blossom eyes, Gu Cheng froze on the spot.

This man is exactly the same as he was when he was young.

And when he glanced at the backpack with the familiar clover logo, he suddenly realized it.

It turns out that this reckless person is himself.

Is he dreaming?

I haven't experienced this in a long time.

Seeing himself from the perspective of a bystander for the first time, Gu Cheng was still a little uncomfortable.

However, when he saw that the young man was planning to walk forward in the rain again, he subconsciously took a step forward to stop him.

But he was a transparent person now, and the boy passed directly through his body and entered the rain curtain.

Gu Cheng turned to look into the rain and said helplessly: "Have I ever been so reckless before?"

Without any time to think, Gu Cheng ran straight into the rain chasing the young man's disappearing figure.

He followed the boy for a long time, running through large and small deep alleys, from the prosperous university town in the South District to the residential areas in the West District.

The young man stopped panting, holding his thighs with his hands and stopped under the eaves of an old house.

Gu Cheng didn't feel tired at all, but it was really exhausting to think while running.

It took him a long time to calm down and look at this residential building that was completely different from the surrounding high-rise buildings. He fell into deep thought.

He would never forget this place, and at this moment he also understood the boy's purpose of coming here.

He silently followed the young man.

Looking at the water droplets wiping his face, his white shirt was wet and clinging to his body, his peach blossom eyes were full of determination.

Before raising his hand to knock on the door, his hand paused for two seconds, but then he knocked on the door resolutely.

After knocking, he took a few steps back and waited quietly for the owner to open the door.

Half a minute later, an old man with gray hair and a monocle opened the door.

He was not surprised when he saw the young man's arrival, he just said softly: "Come in."

The boy took off his shoes, put on shoe covers and stepped into the wooden building. The faint smell of sandalwood came from the desk.

The old man pulled up a chair, pointed at it and said, "Sit down."

And he was sitting leisurely on the soft leather sofa, holding a retro electronic pipe in his mouth, staring at the rain screen, but not looking at the boy.

The young man did not sit down, but took out an envelope and quill from his well-protected leather backpack and pushed it in front of the old man.

"Teacher, please write a letter of recommendation for me."

The beautiful young man's hands were slightly sweaty, but his peach blossom eyes were still staring at the old man unblinkingly.

The old man still stared at the rain curtain without looking back. It took a long time before he met the boy's eyes.

Their eyes were blazing, like the tip of a needle facing a awning of wheat, and no one was willing to look away.

In the end, the old man gave up on his own initiative. He took a puff of cigarette and sighed leisurely:

"Gu Cheng, you are my favorite student, but you are also the one that worries me the most among all my students."

The old man seemed troubled by the young man's attitude, and said in a serious tone: "Do you know that once this letter is handed in, your life will never be peaceful?"

"The teacher I know."

The young man nodded heavily, still not evading the old man's turbid but sharp gaze.

He continued: "Teacher, the School of Ancient Literature is now in a state of despair. The School of Modern Literature, relying on the support of members of parliament, even wants to take back the only direct admission quota in our college and reduce the enrollment by nearly half. They want to directly eliminate us. Hope for renewal.”

The young man said with sorrowful eyes: "Teacher, can you bear to let the ancient literature school continue to decline like this?"

The old man stopped smoking when he heard this and did not say anything to refute.

Gu Cheng looked at the young man's clenched hands and the struggling look in his eyes. He could only say that he was still too young at that time.

The violent ups and downs of emotions caused him to get lost in the strange circle of self-certification, and he did not realize that his emotions had been controlled by the old man since he entered the door.

The old man seemed to feel that the excitement was almost over, and sighed again: "There is nothing that can be done about it. The waves behind push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach. This is the eternal truth. Maybe the ancient literature school really has to die."

Hearing this, the young man became really anxious and retorted fiercely: "Teacher, how can you think so? As the only remaining master of the ancient literature school, even if others can say that the ancient literature school is about to perish, you can't say it."

"If you give in, what will all the hard work of our group count?"

The young man no longer cares about whether he believes it or not. He just wants the teacher to give up this idea.

But the old man seemed to have seen through everything and said: "It is a regrettable experience. Being able to witness the decline of a school of thought with my own eyes is absolutely unforgettable.

The old man put the electronic pipe on the coffee table, his eyes as bright as a torch: "Gu Cheng, the teacher is very lucky to have a student like you in his later years. You are stubborn by nature, but you have perseverance that ordinary people cannot match."

He leaned forward and his eyes became more serious: "But you also have to understand that sometimes hard work does not lead to success. Even if you work hard in the wrong direction, you still won't get the results you want."

Talking about the results, his back became more and more stooped: "Gu Cheng, the ancient literature school has completely lost hope. This is not entirely the fault of the modern literature school, but the ancient literature school has been unable to keep up with the times."

His sigh filled the ears of the young man and Gu Cheng, like the last cry of an old man in his twilight years.

"Since the loss of many materials during the Big Bang, the fate of ancient literature has been doomed. Without a strong inner support, no matter how bright the empty shell built by us remnants of the old era is, it will be shattered with one blow."

"Teacher, I can do it. As long as I become a parliamentarian and a high-ranking official, I will definitely be able to revive the ancient literature school." The young man anxiously held the old man's hand and refused to let go.

But the old man shook him off without hesitation, scratching his head and scolding: "I still think you are smart, why are you so stupid when this happens?"