born to ashes

Zhucheng University, like tens of thousands of universities in China, is a gourmet street just outside the school gate, and there are a few small vendors who make every effort on the narrow road from time to time.The aisles are crowded with people, all of them are lazy college students, who can't lift their spirits because of their gait, but the takeaway boys who are crowded in the middle are full of energy, riding a small electric donkey with majesty.

The school's family building and the main campus are separated by such a food street.

Wei Linze passed by the food street with the draft samples just sent by the students in his hand. He held the stack of papers tightly in his hand, barely avoiding a takeaway truck rushing left and right. The delivery boy shouted all the way : "Excuse me, excuse me, sorry to be complained——"

It happened to be lunch time, and the shops were crowded with people. He picked a corner shop with braised chicken and rice and bought a large portion of braised chicken.

When he walked to the door with the yellow stewed chicken, a person suddenly rushed out from the corner and bumped into Wei Linze's shoulder, dropping a few manuscripts on the ground.Before he had time to lower his head to pick it up, he saw the person who bumped into him look back, the person blinked at him, smiled, then turned around and ran out after laughing, flicking the long ponytail behind his head of.

Wei Linze bent down to pick up the draft, and the moment he stood up, a few young people with colorful hair also ran over from the corner, and when they came to him, they mumbled something, "Damn it! Why did you force the boy to go to the University City?"

He looked up, took the manuscript in one hand, and left with the braised chicken in the other.

This manuscript is a model for the proofreading of the new issue of "Inspur". "The Wave" can be said to be the strongest piece of chicken rib in the Faculty of Liberal Arts of Zhucheng University. The magazine has a glorious history. It is said that it was founded by a famous writer when he was young. It hangs.

Originally, the magazine had to have a teacher in charge, and there had to be several fixed modules for the teacher’s review articles, but the teachers of the Faculty of Arts avoided it, and made various excuses, such as "recently the subject is tight", "there are many masters and doctorates this year", " There are many elective courses” and “recent research tasks are heavy”, in short, no one is willing to take responsibility.However, those more well-known journals publish their articles every now and then, and I don't know when they were written.

Only then did the leader find Wei Linze.

The whole Faculty of Literary Arts knew that Mr. Wei, who had just worked for a few years, was the most talkative one, and he was usually gentle with others. It just so happened that he studied "Dream of Red Mansions" on weekdays and wrote a lot of articles himself. Take this job.

The magazine runs a quarterly issue, and every few days when the magazine is proofreading, he will be busy for a few days as usual.

Zhucheng is a good place, with good air and good climate, but the wind is strong, and it blows all the time no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter.The wind in March was a little bit cold. Although the sharpness of the knife was gone, there were still some small prickly needles hidden, which made the stack of papers in Wei Linze's hand rattle. Also sneezed accordingly.

He quickened his pace, and when he got downstairs, he didn't open the big iron gate of the unit building, turned a corner, and entered a small clinic downstairs.

The signboard of the small clinic hangs crookedly on the wall, with the word "outpatient clinic" crookedly written in red letters on a white background.It looked unreliable from the outside, but even more unreliable from the inside. The doctor sat lazily behind the transparent counter, and whenever he went in, his eyelids drooped as if he hadn't slept all night.Fortunately, his medical skills are still good.

Wei Linze came in and coughed a few more times, "Doctor Zhang, bring me some cold medicine."

The doctor slowly raised his head from behind the counter, supported the bangs on his forehead with his hands, and pointed to the chair beside him, "Sit down, and I'll show you if there is any inflammation in your throat."

He walked over to the chair, only to see the ponytailed man who had just bumped into him sitting on the chair next to the door.Ponytail put the ankle of his right leg on the knee of his left leg, smiled again when he saw him, and whistled.

The doctor looked at the things in Wei Linze's hand, pointed to the counter, Wei Linze nodded, put the things on the counter and sat down.The doctor took a look at his throat with a tongue depressor, "It's okay, the throat is not inflamed, it must be the cold spring these days that caused you to catch a cold, just take some cold medicine to prevent it."

"Okay, thank you doctor."

Wei Linze took the medicine, and left the clinic with the braised chicken he just bought from the counter.

Josh leaned against the wall and cleared his throat after watching the people leave, and said, "Old Zhang, brother Cheng may want to punish me recently, and I have nowhere to go."

Zhang Zhihe took off his white coat, and hung a small sign saying "The doctor is out" at the door. Josh glanced at it and said, "You have the nerve to hang it outside with your broken words."

"If you think my handwriting is ugly, get out." Zhang Zhihe tugged at Josh's ponytail after hanging up the sign, "Let me tell you, there is no place for you to live in my clinic."

After speaking, he went back to change clothes behind the counter.

Josh also followed, standing in front of the counter and watching Zhang Zhihe take off his sweater. Seeing him staring, Zhang Zhihe threw the sweater on his head with his backhand.He picked up a shirt, buttoned it and said, "It's useless for you to rely on me here. The upstairs is your home. Are you afraid that Brother Cheng's people won't find me here?"

"Don't think that I don't know that you have another place to live. Hurry up, or if Brother Cheng kills me, you will just wait for my soul to seek your life."

"Your words really fully exposed the ugly side of your human nature. Why don't you ask Brother Cheng to ask for your life to find me." After Zhang Zhihe got dressed, he went to the back cubicle and rummaged for a while. Just took out a key.

Josh rolled his eyes at Zhang Zhihe, "I know you still have a conscience."

Zhang Zhihe held the key in his hand, "Don't worry, what's the benefit if I give you the key?"

"I knew you had to get something from me," Josh threw back the sweater ferociously, "Tell me what you want, and try to satisfy you."

"That bottle of discontinued perfume, Tendre Poison." Zhang Zhihe folded the sweater and put it in the closet.

"Won't your conscience ache!"

"No." Zhang Zhihe turned the key ring and hummed.

"Damn it!" Josh snatched the key, "The perfume is at my house, go and get it yourself."

He looked at the small sign on the key, Linjiangxian No. 33.

"Damn it?" He pinched Zhang Zhihe's face, "Old Zhang, did you rob a bank? Can you afford Linjiangxian's villa? Didn't you let me live there to take the blame?"

"Don't fucking talk nonsense, you can't live in love."

"Stay, stay, stay. I knew that you are a mysterious person, who knows if you are a prince from a small country who is experiencing life outside."

"Prince, don't count on it. You can pray that I am the illegitimate son of some richest official."

"It's better to be a prince, noble, those who are the richest, second richest and third richest are nothing good." Josh followed Zhang Zhihe's example and turned the key ring, and picked up a stack of papers on the counter to take a look.

Wave, 2017, Issue [-].

Dreaming of the Red Chamber——The Logical Loopholes and Fateful Colors of Daiyu's Entering the Mansion, Author: Wei Linze.

On the first page, a name, Wei Linze, was signed with a black pen. The three large characters were square and shaped.

Josh flipped a few times and muttered, "Another dead surnamed Wei."

Zhang Zhihe leaned over to take a look, the word is pretty pretty, "You can't kill all the Weis with a stick just because one Wei asked him, besides, his Wei is not that 'Wei'."

Josh snorted through his nose.

"Is this the person who left behind?" Josh read the first few paragraphs and asked Zhang Zhihe, "Who is that person?"

"Let's live upstairs. He looks like a student. Maybe he's studying for a master's or doctorate at Zhuda University." Zhang Zhihe said, "I've lived here for several years, and you haven't met him?"

"Don't you know me, whose work and rest can I collide with in this whole building?"

"Wei Linze." Josh muttered a few more times, holding a whole stack of papers in his hand, "It's quite interesting, I'll take it back and have a look."

Zhang Zhihe glanced at him, but didn't reply.

After Wei Linze finished his meal, he took out the cold medicine and looked at the instructions. Sure enough, he was prone to sleepiness after taking it.

He put the medicine aside.

The students who are in charge of the magazine are also not easy. They are in a hurry to print it out before April. He can’t delay their proofreading. It happens that there is no class in the afternoon. It’s not impossible to proofread before taking medicine. .

It was only at this time that he realized that the manuscript samples were missing.

He searched around the room, slapped his head, and when he walked from the clinic downstairs, he was only thinking about braised chicken, and left the draft on the counter.He looked at the wall clock on the wall, got dressed and went downstairs.

When I went to the clinic door, there was a small sign hanging on the door, "The doctor is out." The door was locked tightly, so Wei Linze could only go home first.

When I went to see it again the next morning, Zhang Zhihe was sitting behind the counter in a white coat and yawning. He stopped when he saw Wei Linze coming in, and wiped the tears from the yawn with the back of his hand.

"Hello, I should have left a stack of drafts here yesterday, have you seen it?" Wei Linze asked.

"Ah? Draft?" Zhang Zhihe remembered that Josh had taken away the stack of papers privately. He thought it was useless, so he didn't stop him.

"Yes, a stack of papers should be right here on the counter."

Zhang Zhihe looked at the empty counter and pretended to be stupid, "Ah, I don't remember."

"Those manuscripts are quite important. If you can remember them, please let me know."

Wei Linze said so, and he was embarrassed to pretend not to know, so he said vaguely: "Josh was hanging around here yesterday, it's the one with the ponytail, maybe he took it away."

Josh, Wei Linze recited the name in his mind, but couldn't figure out which letters it was.

"Then do you know the contact information?"

Wei Linze was a little angry.As long as things don't develop according to his own ideas, he is easily annoyed, but no matter how annoyed he is, he is not used to showing it.

In fact, the students could print another copy of the manuscript, but the layout of the magazine was entrusted to an off-campus studio, and the students would inevitably waste time running outside. Besides, it was his fault, and it was embarrassing to ask the students to help solve it.

"I'll give him a call."

Zhang Zhihe pressed Josh's number, and the phone's notification tone said "the person you dialed has turned off." At this moment, he remembered that dear Comrade Josh had cut off all external contact in order to hide from Brother Cheng.

He looked up at Wei Linze, "I'm sorry, I can't contact him. If those things are really important, I'll give you the address, and you can go directly to him."

After speaking, he wrote Linjiangxian's address on the paper.

After finishing writing, he wrote the four letters "Josh" on the back, "His name is Josh."

Wei Linze smiled at him and said, "Thank you."

Looking at the distance displayed by the taxi app, Josh's address was already in the suburbs. While waiting for a taxi on the street, he weighed whether it would be faster for him to pick up the manuscript or to ask the students to reprint it.

The driver took orders quickly, and there was not much room for him to regret it, so let's just make a trip, since it's the weekend anyway, so there's nothing to do all day long.

When the car arrived, he honked his horn, and just as he opened the back seat door, a person got in from the other side and slammed the door, "Master, please go to Golden Eagle Building, I'm in a hurry, please hurry up, thank you. "

Wei Linze stood by the car door not knowing what to say.

The driver said at the front: "I'm sorry, this is the car called by the gentleman using the software."

Only then did he discover Wei Linze on the side, and opened his mouth, "Teacher?"

Wei Linze glanced at him, but didn't recognize who it was, so he could only smile at him.The driver turned around and said, "Why don't you two share a car, and it's just on the way."

After saying this, he glanced at Wei Linze.

Wei Linze sat in, nodded, and said, "OK."

The driver started the car, and Wei Linze didn't know what to say to the student, he was a little embarrassed.The student spoke up after a while and said, "Teacher, I am Qiao Wang from Chinese Class [-]. You teach us ancient literature."

"Ah, I have the impression, hello." Wei Linze really had a little impression, this boy always sat in the first row, and asked him a few questions after class, "What are you in a hurry to do?"

"Today there is an exchange meeting in the Golden Eagle Building. I am a part-time job and get off work late, so I am in a hurry."

After Wei Linze asked this question, he didn't know what to say again, but Qiao Wang said again, "This exchange meeting happened to be about the literati temperament in ancient and modern times. I remember you once talked about Qu Yuan as an example in class. .”

Wei Linze thought about it, and indeed he said it once. He mentioned it once when he was speaking the Ci of Chu, and couldn't help but say a little more. At that time, he said this paragraph completely on a whim, and the language was not well organized. It is not good for students to bring this imprecise place to the exchange meeting to communicate.

He thought for a while and added, "Actually, we shouldn't completely deny the current social environment. During the changes, the mainstream thinking will change a lot, but we should think of some objective reasons. For example, Belief, the concept of the class of the monarch and the ministers in ancient times was deeply rooted. They paid attention to loyalty, which means being loyal to a certain person, but most of us now think that this is not the case. We may be loyal to the motherland or a certain culture or belief, but most of us Some people don't choose to be loyal to one person."

Qiao Wang's thinking was also quick, and he took it almost without thinking too much.

"Yes, in fact, being loyal to someone can be regarded as a kind of pillar. The ancients were happy to talk about righteousness, but I think their concept of "righteousness" is actually vague. And I think that the ancient times are also a big reason. We now In fact, the threshold for learning books is very low. Before, if you want to understand the meaning of the text, you must first learn to read sentences. This makes the group of literati who study no longer have a strict boundary, just like...in ancient times, it was more like an elite system. "

"This can be attributed to the unbalanced development of language. The development of speech and writing is not synchronized. In ancient times, the division of text and speech can be said to be their lag. In fact, until now, the development of writing has always lagged behind speech. , but the gap narrowed."

Wei Linze paused after finishing speaking, and added, "Of course, this belongs to the category of linguistics, and I'm not very accurate in terms of professional terms."

Qiao Wang nodded and said, "The teacher is right. I did talk about it in the Introduction to Linguistics class, but I'm not very interested in linguistics, so I didn't listen very carefully."

Qiao Wang is a person who is very good at invigorating the atmosphere. You asked and answered along the way, and arrived at the Golden Eagle Building without much feeling.Wei Linze insisted on paying the bill for Qiao Wang, but Qiao Wang shirked that it was not easy for the teacher to earn money, so he gave the money to the driver himself, and ran away after saying goodbye.

Only then did Wei Linze lean on the back of the chair and turn on the phone.

"Are you a teacher in the university?" the driver in front asked.

"Yes." Wei Linze replied.

"You are really young and promising. I think you are a college student at such a young age. Even a college student has promise. It will be great if you can be admitted to Zhuda University."

"You're too much." Wei Linze smiled, and then smiled again. In fact, he usually doesn't speak so politely, but as long as the word "teacher" is mentioned, he can't help but put on airs .

In fact, he himself really doesn't think he is promising. Because of his personality, he doesn't like to fight for some vain names, and he can't enjoy some things related to interpersonal communication.

If he didn't say it, no one would have imagined that he was expelled when he was studying in college, and later he was accepted as a master's degree by Zhucheng University.I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but because of this, he saved the remaining years of his undergraduate studies.

It took more than an hour for the taxi to arrive at the gate of Linjiang Fairy. Only then did Wei Linze know that this place turned out to be an independent villa complex.

He got out of the car and walked along the road full of green plants on both sides, looking for No. 33 while walking.

No. 33 is next to a pavilion with rockery and fake water. Along the way, the yards of every family are neatly arranged, with flowers, plants, swings, tables and chairs arranged in a random order, but when you arrive at No. 33, the style of painting suddenly changes. It has changed, not only are there no plants in the yard, but it is also dusty, like an old house that has not been lived in for many years.

He rang the bell at the gate of the yard, but no one answered.

He pressed it again, it's not true that no one lives here, Dr. Zhang may have remembered the address wrong.

When he wanted to make a phone call to ask the doctor, Wei Linze seriously reflected on his lax temperament in handling things, and he didn't have the habit of assuming that things would not go well, so he didn't leave a way out for himself at all, and didn't ask for the doctor's contact information.

In the process of his introspection, the door suddenly opened, and Josh stood at the door with loose hair, wearing a gray and white plaid pajamas barefoot, saw Wei Linze standing at the door, yawned and rubbed his eyes, and asked after a long time: "You, what are you doing here?"

Josh's hair was limp and loose, and there were a few strands sticking out on top of his head. He almost didn't recognize it. Is this the same guy who was throwing eyes and whistling yesterday?

Wei Linze said: "Did you take away a stack of manuscripts from the clinic yesterday?"

"Ah?" Josh didn't realize it for a while, and it took a long time to realize that he wanted that stack of papers. It was really not easy to travel all the way, "That stack of papers?"

"Yes, those manuscripts are very important, if they are here with you, can you return them to me?"

Wei Linze spoke in a good voice, and Josh couldn't help turning his nose and eyes when he heard that this man was so bad-tempered, "I'm going to tell you now, don't throw important things around, I thought it was a As for the waste paper, I had to look at the contents inside and thought it was quite interesting, take it back and read it carefully, you said that if those people who don’t know the goods pick it up, they might throw it in the trash for you.”

Wei Linze was still very polite, standing at the door and smiling, "Can you return it to me?"

Josh folded his arms and looked at Wei Linze for a while, thinking how could this person be in such a hurry, shook his head for a long time and went to the room, took out the stack of papers, and gave it to Wei Linze.

"You wrote this?"

Wei Linze flipped through the manuscript. Except for the first page, there was nothing missing. However, the first page only had a headline, which was not important. He said, "Yes, I wrote it."

I thought Josh would continue to ask something, but he didn't speak anymore.

Wei Linze looked at the manuscript that lacked the title, but couldn't help but ask, "Haven't you seen the first page?"

Josh shook his head and said, "No."

He just smiled at Josh and said, "Thank you, I'm leaving."

Josh didn't speak, and leaned against the door frame to watch Wei Linze walk outside the community.

Wei Linze wore a white sweater, and walked slowly, flipping through a stack of manuscripts while walking, looking like a meek person. Josh muttered at him, Wei Linze, after muttering something, he laughed.

He shook the first page of paper with Wei Linze's name on it in his hand.

"Mom, those surnamed Wei all look elegant, decent, and prudish, maybe what they really look like, there must be no good things for those surnamed Wei."

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