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When Zhao Changgeng, wearing an indigo muslin robe, holding textbooks and handouts in his hands, crossed half of the campus from the west gate of the college, and sat in the office of the economics department on the second floor of the Qinxing Building, it was just twilight outside.Usually at this time, the morning class has not yet started, the students are still asleep, and the teachers are not in a hurry to go to work.

Zhao Changgeng boiled a pot of boiling water, leaned forward and pushed away the mottled window frame, a few strands of lush and green maple vines leaped into the room, stirring up a ray of morning light tremblingly.Zhao Changgeng took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of watching his surroundings gradually wake up from the tranquility every morning, as if through that breath, the hope that was as quiet as an ember in his heart would also throb.

This is a cruel age and a country of suffering, just like a long night, the only consolation is the long-awaited light of dawn.But this hope is too slim, so that those who pursue him walk alone, just like Kuafu chasing the sun and Jingwei filling the sea.In fact, anyone with a discerning eye knows that today's world is a rotten wood that is hard to carve out: the people at the bottom are forced to make a living, and they are ignorant and perverted; Divide the surplus profit, not to mention the bullying by the great powers for a hundred years, and now the bullets are raging.

The nation needs to be civilized, but the real prophets and warriors are nowhere to be found.As for the two gentlemen introduced from the West over the past few decades, how much they have played and where they can pull this ancient carriage, no one can say.Zhao Changgeng sometimes feels that his enthusiasm seems to be exhausted. He is afraid, afraid that one day he will suddenly look back and find himself in this ambiguous dye vat, unknowingly becoming the sin he once wanted to eradicate .

The twilight is slowly rising, and through the gaps of the wanton vines outside the old building, the hustle and bustle of the dormitory in the distance can be heard, and occasionally there are one or two rickshaw drivers shouting at the top of their throats.When they arrived, a large number of talented people had gathered outside the north gate of the campus, sometimes seven or eight private cars of rich people. Zhao Changgeng knew that this was the first group of students who had moved to the school, busy packing their luggage and rushing to gather at the West Railway Station.

Shanghai National University is one of the most prestigious schools in Central China. It is located in the center of the city, covering three entire blocks, and has countless students and teaching staff.According to the arrangement, the school relocation will start from the morning class today, and the colleges will gather at the train station in order. The students and teachers will go first, followed by the administrative logistics and supplies.

The war is imminent, the traffic on all lines is overloaded, and it has long been difficult to find a ticket for trains and ships. Under this situation, it is difficult for Mr. Cai to make a face and ask the higher-level office to issue a request from the Ministry of Communications to fully cooperate with the whole school. migration instructions.Admittedly, not everyone bought into this painstaking effort, and many people complained that the notification was too hasty, the journey was hard and costly, and there were no shortage of conflicts, curses, and speculation.However, it is inevitable that if a large school really wants to operate, it will encounter far more problems than can be imagined.

Zhao Changgeng frowned slightly.For the people in these ivory towers, whether they support it or oppose it, the relocation of the school has been carried out step by step and cannot be changed-with Cai Gong sitting in charge, he is not worried about any changes in the general direction.However, the perennial underground experience has cultivated his almost timid cautiousness. He believes that there is no one to rely on, and only by making the worst arrangements for everything can he bear the consequences.

Meng Chun's tender green onions are gradually staining the streets, but the front line is retreating like a tide, exposing the upper part to the front.Zhao Changgeng knew that at this time, the faster the schools and factories were withdrawn, the more power they retained, and the easier it was for them, but he didn't feel any relief in his heart. Inadvertently lost some important clues.

Zhao Changgeng was secretly surprised.The lower reaches of the Changhe River have been completely controlled by Dongri, and this bloodline that has nourished Central China for thousands of years is about to transport deadly toxins to various places.After all, Shanglong is not Jinkou, and it is impossible to become a second isolated island. Everyone can understand this.Even in the city hall, there are many people who are busy making connections, even downgrading a half-job in exchange for a stable place in the Yuchuan government office behind.Under such circumstances, it is not easy for a higher education institution under the jurisdiction of the Qingshui Yamen to seek the cooperation of the now-hot Ministry of Communications, but it can be called very smooth.

He really couldn't explain why he had such unreasonable worries, and he thought hard to no avail, so he had to sip his saliva and suppress this strange feeling for a while, only then did he realize that he hadn't noticed the upload from the corridor outside the door in a trance. footsteps coming.The voice stopped in front of the door, and after a pause of breathing, there was a knock on the door.Zhao Changgeng responded, "Please come in." When the words settled down, he saw a middle-aged man with a gentle temperament wearing a green cloth robe and silver-rimmed glasses coming in from outside the door. : "Brother Ying Xing, good morning!"

The people who came here were none other than Chen Xu and Chen Mianzhi, professors of literature and history who are quite well-known today.According to legend, he is proficient in eight foreign languages ​​and traveled to several Western countries to study. He did not receive a diploma, but he was appreciated by Cai Gong, and he even went to the thatched cottage to be specially hired into the school.How much of this statement is true or not is unknown, but his knowledge is indeed profound, and his teaching style is also quite good. Not only is he widely praised among students, but he is also favored by many respected old gentlemen in literature and history.

It's a pity that such a generalist has no monographs except for the lecture notes he sorted out. Instead, he often travels across the college to discuss and ask for advice from senior gentlemen from all walks of life.Zhao Changgeng shared a room with Liang Hongwen, a well-known old professor in the field of economic history, when he came back from Jinkou, so he got acquainted with Chen Xu, who came and went frequently, and gradually figured out where this strange man's mind was.

Anyone who is a scholar understands that it is easy to be proficient in a certain direction, but it is very difficult to stick to the word "tong".There are many people in Shanghai who are good at one point, but Zhao Changgeng claims that there is no one in the economic group who can really give advice on the whole. The man was almost an octogenarian, and he had not been born for a long time. I heard that he could not even recognize people and things very quickly.

Chen Xu is now the mainstay of literature and history. Although he has never said so clearly, Zhao Changgeng has talked with him several times, but he gradually understands that the world has changed in the past century, and literature and history have shown signs of decline. This volume, following the previous sage's learning, accommodates the changes of the world, in order to explore this nation that has traveled through the ages and across the eight wastelands, and understand where it came from and where it will go.

For a moment, Zhao Changgeng's heart trembled, and he suddenly remembered a letter from his family that he had received, and the neat small letters were vaguely full of such wishes.He looked at the not tall but deep-eyed scholar in front of him, and suddenly wanted to ask him: Mr. is in the School of Literature and History, did you hear about a history student named Zhao Qiming?We can know what kind of piety he once had, and why did he abandon it without hesitation?

But in the end, there was no reason, thousands of thoughts turned to my mind, and I still greeted as usual: "Miangong, are you looking for Mr. Liang again?" He stood up to greet him, and familiarly brought the kettle to make tea for the guests, "But no. Coincidentally, Mr. Liang has morning class today, so Yuemo went directly to the classroom."

Chen Xu pushed up his round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled: "It's okay, everyone is here, I'll wait a little longer, won't you disturb me?" The Qinxing Building and the Mingde Building where the history class is located are distributed from north to south, almost spanning the entire campus.The morning class is not long, and I'm afraid I won't be able to sit for long if I go back at this time, but it's just going back and forth for nothing.Zhao Changgeng knew it well, and immediately said with a smile: "Mian Gong is too polite, please sit down."

While talking, the half-full tea has already been handed over, and the freshly boiled water in the morning is steaming violently, and a few curled leaves are still ups and downs in the cup.Chen Xu thanked him, then sat down on the half-worn wooden bench, and looked at the books in the two bookcases with ease.When a scholar sees a book, he is like a vulture smelling meat. Zhao Changgeng said dumbly, "They are all saved by Mr. Liang. I just asked someone to transport a batch of them yesterday. I think they will be packed together tonight." He smiled, and wentssiping again, "I heard that Mr. Mian is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Mr. Liang often taught us that our knowledge is too narrow. He said that if you have half of your knowledge, you will not have to worry about majors."

This is said to be polite, but it is also true.Normally, Liang Yu did often feel emotional, saying that almost all the books he had read in his life were almost read by an interdisciplinary junior.Chen Xu quickly waved his hands: "Where is that, you guys have really studied it thoroughly, I'm just watching flowers on horseback." As he spoke, he sighed unconsciously, "Look at Mr. Cai's arrangement, the business school will be relocated tomorrow? "

"Yeah, follow the tail of Lifa. It's a hasty thing to say. If it weren't for the scheduled classes, the students' hearts would have gone." Such a fortune, let alone earning a living is difficult, even learning with peace of mind is not easy. .Zhao Changgeng followed suit, and saw silently nodding his head, as if he felt sorry for him, and then said, "Don't be in a hurry, Mr. Mian, the east day brazenly launched an army, and the colleges and universities in the lower reaches of the two rivers have already suffered a lot. In danger, Mr. Cai is in a hurry to move the school, and he is also determined to survive."

Since the midsummer of the 25th year of China, sporadic colleges and universities have begun to prepare for relocation, and by the end of 26th, a climax has been set off.Nowadays, more than half of the colleges and universities in the eastern coastal area have moved to the land of Bagui. Relying on the favorable location, the university has not suffered any losses so far, but it cannot escape this catastrophe after all.

Zhao Changgeng briefly mentioned it, then turned the topic around, but asked: "I didn't read it carefully before, I just remember that the history of literature and history is the latest, I don't know when?" " Zhao Changgeng was silent for a while, and then comforted him for a moment: "That's okay, now it's because of the poor traffic that it has to be dismantled into parts, and when we get out of Xiakou to gather, everyone still has to go together."

Chen Xu did not answer, and after a moment of silence, Fang answered in a deep voice: "Actually, today I specifically bid farewell to Liang Gong." After a pause, he spoke slowly under Zhao Changgeng's surprised eyes, "Mian Zhi Not talented, I have accumulated a lot of ancient books after studying for more than [-] years, including drafts of annotations kept over the years, Ben asked a friend to send them from Yuyang, but I heard that Dongri blew up the railway and was delayed halfway. Now the news of the school relocation I came in such a hurry, I couldn't find a suitable person in the upper hall, after thinking about it last night, I decided to stay and wait."

Zhao Changgeng couldn't help frowning.In the lower reaches of the Changhe River, the enemy army was advancing at a rate of one city per day, panicked emotions were growing in the city, and it was hard to find a ticket to the rear.If you miss this opportunity, not to mention whether you will be separated from the main force on the road, whether you can get out of the city smoothly is a problem.He suddenly couldn't help persuading him: "Miangong, I may not be right about what I say. There is an old saying that if you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of no firewood. let's go!"

The eyes of the two met across half a cup of tea. Chen Xu didn't respond immediately. He seemed to be thinking for a long time, but sighed: "Thank you, but I also have a sentence, I don't know if you can understand it. Let's put it this way, the history of A nation-state is like memory to an individual. It is the land under the feet of the world. It’s like if you study economics and others study mathematics, there must always be someone to pass on the cultural and historical memories. You can write them all, but you can’t let them go away.”

The gaze on the other side was still peaceful, but it seemed that it had unintentionally been so deep that Zhao Changgeng was at a loss.After all, he was a student of economics, so he calculated his gains and losses much more, and he gradually couldn't understand the so-called scholarly spirit.He thought of the couple who were guests at the Jinkou Printing Bureau that year. After so long, he also complained in his heart. When they desperately protected those dead things in their old lives, they never thought about the number of children and children after them. The two brothers depend on each other for life.

But right in front of his eyes, this thin scholar said that he wanted to stay—even if he had to face countless difficulties and dangers afterwards—not for personal achievement, but because this nation needs people to be responsible for the inheritance of the thousand-year-old cultural heritage He didn't dare to claim that he fulfilled his mission, but he was willing to be a blade of grass in the mouth of Jingwei and a shovel in the hands of Yu Gong.And those who are carefully cared for are memories, hopes, sparks that cannot be denied even if they are ignored in this era.

Looking at this plain face, Zhao Changgeng felt in a daze that this was a group photo of three generations.He suddenly wondered if it was the same when the couple decided to sacrifice themselves.Maybe there is indeed another standard of measurement in this world, which is a belief that is worth risking everything to stick to, and it cannot be understood by non-believers.For a moment, he felt that what these people were actually doing was no different from his own: even if they couldn't bleed and kill the enemy on the front line, even if they couldn't fight openly and covertly behind the enemy, even if they were the weak to be protected, these weak people could We are firmly guarding the roots of this land and culture.

An electric bell rang at just the right time, which startled him back to his senses.The ear-piercing ringing didn’t stop. Zhao Changgeng took a quick look, motioned to Chen Xu, and picked up the phone himself: “Hello, the economic group of the University of Hong Kong.” Uncharacteristic: "Excuse me, is Teacher Zhao there?" Zhao Changgeng frowned: "I am." The phone didn't stop, and he said: "This is the school library. Return it as soon as possible before relocating."

The voice on the phone was not low, Zhao Changgeng was embarrassed, weighing whether to be heard by Chen Xu, but he said with a smile: "Brother Ying Xing, don't worry about me as an unexpected guest, go quickly. The people in our library are competent, let them Keep an eye on it, it will be difficult to borrow books again!" Now that the other party said so, Zhao Changgeng was not too polite, respectfully said sorry, and went out with his books.A few branches of maple and vine outside the window picked up a piece of glistening morning light, and the sky of the new day was already bright.