The Right Way to Conquer a Donor

Going out to make dumplings and returning home for noodles, and hearing the news that Rong Shangyan was coming home in the afternoon, Gu Huan seized the time to enter the kitchen.

As soon as he came back, there was a bowl of hot egg noodles waiting for Lin Xing on the table.

In the big bowl covered with oily flowers, the noodles are dipped in the clear soup like dragon whiskers, with a handful of emerald green onions sprinkled in the middle, and a golden poached egg on top, which is the most common appearance of a bowl of noodles.

Rong Shangyan unbuttoned his suit jacket, patted Gu Huan's head and sat down to eat noodles.

"I haven't eaten anything on the plane, I'm hungry." After taking a big mouthful of noodles, he turned his head slightly to see Gu Huan looking at him without turning his eyes, "Noodles are good."

After boasting, he ate another big mouthful, and didn't look back: "People are also caring."

An unknown assistant in the living room was handing the suitcase to the housekeeper, and then left one suitcase and went upstairs.

Seeing that there was no one around, Gu Huan couldn't wait to sit on the seat next to Rong Shangyan, and dragged a little bit as he thought it wasn't close enough, a little shy: "I'm just afraid that if you are not used to eating airplane meals, you will be hungry."

"It turns out that you are not only considerate but also smart, prophet of the future."

Gu Huan didn't say it was because he saw that the plane meal was particularly bad when he was online, so he tilted his head to watch Rong Shangyan eat noodles with a sweet smile on his face.

After a while, Rong Shangyan put down his chopsticks and hugged Gu Huan on his lap: "Why do you have dark circles under your eyes, are you disobedient and staying up late?"

"No!" Gu Huan lowered his head and denied, "I can't sleep..."

Rong Shangyan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Think about me?"

After being exposed for his embarrassing thoughts, Gu Huan's face instantly flushed, and he was tongue-tied for a long time before choking out "Don't you miss me?"

"What do you think?" Rong Shangyan hugged his big baby tightly.

This time when they came back from abroad, the two of them stayed at home without going anywhere on weekends. Rong Shangyan, like Gu Huan, was not a fun-loving person, so naturally he wouldn't feel bored.

Although he had to stay at school five days a week, Rong Shangyan still had time to find him for lunch, so he wouldn't lose sight of him.

Such a life couldn't be better for Gu Huan, he even hoped that the good days would pass slowly, and he cherished the time spent with Rong Shangyan very much.

Time flows through the fingers like quicksand, the happier the time is, the more difficult it is for people to grasp the tail.

【A handsome class】

Squad leader v587:

Everyone is paying attention! @AllMembers has a talk in the library lecture hall at 02:30 pm today!The theme is "The Feasibility of Photography Innovation", and the speaker is Professor Lang.This is Mr. Lang's annual lecture, don't miss it if you missed it last year!There is no limit to the number of people, if you want to go, private message me to sign up.

After the squad leader notified the silent squad, the pot exploded in an instant, because the name Lang Huaishan was too loud.Everyone was excitedly discussing how to grab a seat early, and occasionally a classmate who didn't know the situation came out to ask a question, and immediately joined the discussion after being told.

Generally speaking, not many academics who are not passionate about learning are willing to spend their free time listening to lectures. Lying in the dormitory, sleeping and playing games is more comfortable than listening to lectures like reports.But Lang Huaishan is an exception. Every time he holds a lecture, there must be a full house.

Gu Huan didn't participate in the topic, but went to the class monitor to sign up. Only when the sign-up time is up can he enter the venue, otherwise he will be stopped by the students at the door.

In the afternoon, I went there an hour early to take up a seat. Gu Huan and a few classmates sat in the fourth row, and then they all spread out the book to read.The people around who were playing with their mobile phones were all shocked, and worshiped the top student at close range.

The masters of course have special learning skills. Even if people are present one after another, the lecture hall will not move from quiet to lively, completely obsessed with the little fairy of books.

Until Gu Huan suddenly felt something was wrong, it was too quiet.Looking up at the podium, a student assistant was preparing a ppt, so he closed the book and woke up several students from the book.

"coming."

Gu Huan heard someone say something, and there was thunderous applause.

An old man came out from behind the podium. He was wearing a black gown and looked very thin.But his eyes are piercing, his movements are steady and powerful, and he is not at all hooked with old age, which is really surprising.

Wait, isn't this old man Grandma He's husband?So...he is Teacher Lang Huaishan?I helped Mr. Lang's wife?The scene where Mr. Lang ran down the stairs in two or three steps and looked at his wife holding hands was vivid in his memory, and Gu Huan couldn't calm down anymore.

Lang Huaishan sat down among a row of empty seats on the podium, unfolded the manuscript in his hand, and the voice came from the microphone:

"My surname is Lang, Lang Huaishan. I am honored to sit here and give you a lecture today. One is that I am still in good health, and the other is that the school hopes that I can impart some experience to the students. But I estimate that an hour and a half will be used to talk about it. The experience is too wasteful, why don't I think about the problem with you..."

The old man spoke slowly like a normal chat, always with a smile on his face, giving people a very kind and kind feeling.

Those who played with their mobile phones had already put away their mobile phones and stared at the stage seriously, and those who brought their notebooks to take notes also put down their pens. The auditorium was full of people but there was no noise.

Lang Huaishan raised more than ten questions in a row, some of which were thought about but could not be answered, and some of which they had never heard of or thought of at all.

Having a question means thinking. Everyone was stunned by the series of questions, and looked at Lang Huaishan eagerly to "ask for an explanation", or fell into deep thought.

"Then I will ask another basic question, 'what is photography'." Lang Huaishan did not answer immediately, but threw another question mark at the students, and said with a smile: "Everyone should have the answer, is there anyone willing to say talk?"

After all, the question mark did not confuse people anymore, and half of the people raised their hands one after another.Gu Huan sat upright and listened to the lecture, and had no intention of getting up to answer.

"Let's talk about the male student in blue." Lang Huaishan's eyes fell on the people in the first row.

Soon, the boy in blue took the microphone from the assistant and stood up under the gaze of more than 200 pairs of eyes: "Photography refers to the process of using a mechanical camera or a digital camera to record images."

This is the definition of photography in the textbook, and the answer is quite satisfactory.

"I also want to ask you a question." Lang Huaishan said unhurriedly: "What do you think photography is?"

Few people raised their hands this time. They could recite the definitions in the textbooks, but they never thought about what photography is in their hearts.

Lang Huaishan's clear eyes swept across the rows of seats, and suddenly fixed on a person.

Gu Huan met his eyes, his body froze.Recognized by the teacher?It's not what he thought...

"Student Gu Huan, please tell me what you think." The teacher on the podium said.

Gu Huan trembled for a moment. He really didn't expect Professor Lang to remember his name clearly, and then he stood up slowly.

Everyone's focus was on him, and even the students in the same row couldn't figure out why Professor Lang could call Gu Huan by his name.For a moment, all kinds of speculations appeared in everyone's minds, and there was even a trace of awe in the eyes they looked at Gu Huan.

Holding the microphone, Gu Huan's mind went blank, his hands hanging by his sides trembled from nervousness, and he found his voice after a long silence: "I think... photography is a kind of language."

Lang Huaishan nodded encouragingly to him, motioning to continue.

"The function of photography is to record, but what it really needs to do is to express. A photo that makes people not feel the words conveyed by the photographer, or has no expression at all but only records is a failure. A spiritual photo can make people see The human body understands that the silent words conveyed by the photographer can reach people's hearts directly. So I think the camera is the photographer's pen. Although it captures a momentary picture, it has already written everything it hears and feels in the photo. meeting."

After Gu Huan finished speaking in one breath, no one in the arena made a sound.

Turning his head to look around with difficulty, Gu Huan realized that all eyes were facing him like a camera lens, and immediately asked his classmates for help without knowing why.

The classmate sitting next to him gave a thumbs up and whispered, "Amazing!"

In fact, Gu Huan's speech may not be very profound, but it is enough to show that it is not the first time for him to think about this issue. It is not only because he has his own thoughts, but also because he speaks fluently and has a beginning and an end.

After one or two people applauded, everyone realized that they had finished speaking, and there was a second wave of applause on the field.

Lang Huaishan was still smiling, not saying right or wrong, just making some additions to his point of view.

After Gu Huan started, a few more people stood up and talked about their thinking. Although the language was not fluent and accurate, and there were loopholes in understanding, Professor Lang affirmed the spirit of thinking.

Although there are still more than ten questions that cannot be answered, under the guidance of Professor Lang, everyone has some more ideas.When Professor Lang talked about the "feasibility of photography innovation", everyone found that all the questions finally pointed to this, and they were greatly inspired.

"What is innovation in photography, why and how to innovate, I believe you all have experience." Professor Lang closed the speech, "But you still have to keep thinking, this is something that I think is more useful than experience."

He stood up and bowed straight to the audience: "Goodbye, classmates."

I have never seen a teacher bowing to a student. I have to say that Professor Lang has great respect for students and teaching.

It turned out that an hour and a half passed so quickly.Gu Huan felt that Professor Lang had an admirable spirit. He couldn't find words to describe it, so he couldn't help standing up and applauding vigorously, and everyone was like him.

The hour hand on the watch points to four o'clock, no more than one minute and no less.Gu Huan hoped that there would be more time, but I am afraid that Professor Lang's body will not be able to take it anymore.

People in the back seats leave first, and those in the front row can only wait in line.

"Gu Huan!"

Gu Huan was moving slowly in the queue when he suddenly heard someone shouting from behind.He turned around and saw Professor Lang's assistant: "What's wrong?"

"The professor asked if you could go over there." The assistant squeezed his way over with difficulty.

Gu Huan could only think that it was because of helping his teacher last time, so he bid farewell to his classmates and followed him to see Lang Huaishan.

The author has something to say: I broke my promise T^T I will gain weight!

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