Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Zhao Xiyan didn't know the way to Jingcheng University at all. After riding for a while, he felt something was wrong and had to ask Lou Xiaoe for help.

"Do you know how to get to Jingcheng University?"

"Don't you know you're still riding in front?"

Lou Xiao'e was both angry and amused.

"It's because you ride slowly." Zhao Xiyan said embarrassedly.

"Okay, follow me."

Lou Xiaoe rolled her eyes, stepped on the ground, and rushed to the front.

Zhao Xiyan immediately followed happily.

More than half an hour later.

The two arrived at the gate of Jingcheng University and asked along the way, and finally found the history department class.

Zhao Xiyan originally thought that there would be a lot of people in the night school, but he didn't expect that there were only sixty people in their class, and there was only one class in the history department.

After they hurried in, they found that the teacher was already giving a lecture.

"Report……"

Zhao Xiyan shouted.

"Tell me your name."

The teacher on the podium was a middle-aged man. He was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked very gentle.

"Zhao Xiyan (Lou Xiao'e)."

The two of them reported their names one after another.

"My name is Meng Yanwu, and I'm your class teacher and lecturer." After introducing himself, the teacher asked with a straight face, "Why are you late?"

"Report, we have dreamed of entering Beijing University, China's top university, since we were little, so we entered the school with great excitement, and then..."

"Speak the key."

Meng Yanwu knocked on the table.

"We are lost." Zhao Xiyan whispered.

"Hahaha."

The classmates in the class burst into laughter.

Everyone also remembered this boy named "Zhao Xiyan".

There is nothing wrong with calling him kid. Those who can come to night school are rarely in their early thirties. Most of them are uncles or aunts in their forties. There are only a few young people, and they all sit there upright.

"okay."

Meng Yanwu was also a little amused, "Everyone go find a seat and sit down. You all know the classroom rules, right?"

"know."

Zhao Xiyan and Lou Xiaoe nodded quickly.

"Then I won't reiterate it. Go ahead."

Meng Yanwu smiled.

"Thank you, teacher."

Zhao Xiyan and Lou Xiaoe bowed slightly and walked to the back row of the classroom and sat down.

"Brother, which unit are you from?" a chubby fat man next to him asked with a smile.

"Steel rolling mill, uncle, what about you?" Zhao Xiyan asked politely.

"uncle?"

The fat man's defense broke down immediately, "Brother, I'm fucking twenty-two, is it appropriate for you to call me uncle?"

"Twenty-two?"

Lou Xiao'e looked at him in surprise, "Uncle, stop joking..."

"Fuck, why don't you believe me? I'm really 22 years old, and I'm in charge of personnel at a textile factory..."

The fat man got anxious and took out his work ID.

"Ma Yuan, male, director of the Human Resources Department of Red Star Textile Factory, 22 years old."

Zhao Xiyan muttered to himself, and then said in surprise, "Brother, you are already a director at the age of 22? That's awesome."

"Hi, just kidding."

Ma Yuan shook his head and said, "I took over my father's job when I was sixteen, and I've been working for six years... It took a lot of effort to get promoted to director."

"Brother Ma, you must work very hard, right?" Lou Xiao'e exclaimed.

"No, the director of the textile factory is my second uncle." Ma Yuan said seriously.

puff!

Zhao Xiyan and Lou Xiaoe burst out laughing.

"Zhao Xiyan..."

Meng Yanwu shouted.

"arrive."

Zhao Xiyan stood up immediately.

brush!

Everyone looked at him.

"Was what I said just now funny?" Meng Yanwu chuckled.

"Well."

Zhao Xiyan was stunned.

He was just concentrating on listening to Ma Yuan talking about his second uncle, so he had no idea what Meng Yanwu said.

Meng Yanwu seemed to see his confusion and said with a smile, "I just talked about the regrets of history. What are your regrets?"

"Pity?"

Zhao Xiyan sighed slightly, "My original regret was 'the one I love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot be leveled', and I thought this was the regret of life, but later I found that 'the sea has a boat to cross, and the mountain has a road to walk on', this is not a regret at all."

"Even during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, wasn't there regret everywhere? Gao Shi, who wrote 'Don't worry about having no friends on the road ahead, everyone in the world knows you', achieved success in his old age. Didn't he have regrets?"

Everyone widened their eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

Lou Xiao'e's beautiful eyes were full of stars, and she wished she could throw herself into his arms.

"Li Bai, who wrote 'I was born with talent and will use it for good', had great ambitions but drank to drown his sorrows. Didn't he have regrets? Wang Bo shocked the world with his 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng', but died at the age of 26. I think he also had regrets, right?"

Zhao Xiyan sighed slightly, "I think it is more meaningful to live in the present rather than remembering my regrets... Teacher Meng, fellow students, what do you think?"

clap clap clap!

Meng Yanwu was the first to applaud, followed by a round of applause.

"Student Zhao Xiyan is very talented in writing. I looked at your information and found that you graduated from high school, right? Why didn't you go to college?"

"I originally lived in the countryside. Later, my father died, and the people from the street office wrote to me and asked me to take his place, so I went to the factory and became a worker." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"That's a shame."

Meng Yanwu shook his head. "Today we are talking about 'literati character'... What do you think?"

"I think those who talk about 'literary spirit' are either bad or stupid." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"Ouch."

The whole classroom was in an uproar.

"Brother, you have guts."

Ma Yuan secretly gave a thumbs up.

"Student Zhao Xiyan, please come to the podium." Meng Yanwu waved his hand.

"Xi Yan..."

Lou Xiao'e nervously grabbed Zhao Xiyan's hand.

"fine."

Zhao Xiyan smiled and walked to the podium, "Teacher Meng, what can I teach you?"

"Come on, you teach this class."

Meng Yanwu handed him the chalk and said, "My opinion is different from yours, but I really want to hear yours."

Many people looked at Zhao Xiyan with gloating eyes.

This kid is probably going to suffer.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Xiyan took the chalk calmly and wrote two big words on the blackboard - literati.

"Classmates, what is a 'literati'? 'Learning the civil and military skills to sell to the emperor's family', this is the meaning of studying in the old society. Since you study to become a literati in order to become an official, what kind of backbone do you have?"

Zhao Xiyan chuckled and said, "Scholars, the ten unforgivable sins since ancient times, the first one is 'rebellion'. Who said this? The scholars said it, and then what is the next one? Conspiracy of treason, what does this mean? It means that we destroy the royal palaces and buildings... This is the second sin."

Even those who originally looked down upon him gradually became fascinated by his words.

Meng Yanwu's eyes lit up. This boy didn't look like an ordinary worker.

"The third evil is treason, which is defecting to another country. I agree with this. The fourth is 'evil rebellion', which is beating and killing parents and elders... Think about it, who came up with the ten unforgivable sins? Wasn't it the literati?"

Zhao Xiyan sneered, "They imprison our thoughts and serve the ruling class. Are these people bad? Are they stupid?"

"Yes."

Everyone in the audience shouted and then gave warm applause.