Did Professor Yang bend today?

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On Saturday, Yang Zheng got up early, bought the fruits and vegetables first, and then picked the tenderloin. When he set off, he searched Gutian Old Street for a long time and bought a drawer of soup dumplings.

Mr. Shen lives in a small town under the jurisdiction of Xinping District, Lin'an. An hour after setting off, the surrounding scenery gradually changed to lush trees and contiguous villas.

The number of vehicles on the road gradually decreased, and Yang Zheng speeded up a bit.

At 08:30, Yang Zheng's car stopped outside Shen Zishan's small courtyard.

Shen Zishan, who was lying on the rocking chair, sat up straight, smiling with only a slit in his eyes.

"When did you come back?" Shen Zishan watched Yang Zheng take out various supplements from the trunk: "Is there no news at all?"

The old man has a hearty voice. He worked in Beiping for food in his early years, and he speaks with a Beijing accent.

"I have a surprise for you." Yang Zheng brought the soup bag in front of him, "I bought the one on Gutian Road when I came out. It's been a while, can I warm it up for you?"

"No hurry" the old man said and shouted into the room: "Yuanyi! Xiaozheng is back!"

The old lady left in a hurry, and the reading glasses on her nose were not removed yet.

"When did you come back?" The old lady couldn't help laughing when she saw Yang Zheng, "Did you buy tenderloin? Grandma will make you pancakes!"

"Of course I bought it!" Yang Zheng helped the old lady take off her reading glasses: "Where is the box, I can put it away for you?"

The old lady grabbed her hand: "Talk to grandma first, let me tell you, your grandpa is really..."

Mr. Shen and Mrs. Yuanyi are not Yang Zheng's biological grandparents. Their son died decades ago, let alone a grandson.But they are close friends with Yang Zheng's biological grandparents.

Yang Zheng's grandparents passed away 16 years ago. Although they are not related by blood, Mr. Shen and Mrs. Yuanyi are equal to her flesh and blood relatives.She called them grandparents, which was also recognized by the Yang family.

Mrs. Yuan Yi ate vegetarian for most of her life, but she made a good tenderloin patty. This has something to do with Yang Zheng.

The two elderly people are both in their 80s. They usually have an aunt to take care of them. Previously, the aunt’s daughter gave birth and went back to take care of them. Now this is Yang Jingcheng’s new one.

She didn't know Yang Zheng, she wiped her apron when she came out, and looked at Yang Zheng timidly.

"This is my granddaughter Yang Zheng." Mr. Shen introduced with a smile: "This is Aunt Wang."

"Hello." Yang Zheng nodded to her: "Thank you for your hard work."

Aunt Wang looks like she is in her early forties, she dresses plainly, does things cleanly, and does not deliberately say anything to please her employer.Both Mr. Shen and Mrs. Yuan Yi were quite satisfied.

The old lady Yuan Yi put Yang Zheng's arm on her arm and said, "Today I will cook with my granddaughter, you can rest now."

Aunt Wang wiped her apron twice with her hand that had just chosen the dishes: "Today's dishes are in the kitchen..."

Aunt Wang went back to her room to rest. There was a TV in her room. The sound insulation effect of the self-built villa in the suburbs was not very good. Aunt Wang did not close the door when watching TV. the taste of.

Yang Zheng warmed up the soup dumpling and sent it to Shen Zishan, and followed Mrs. Yuan Yi to fight.

The old lady cut the meat over and over again and said: "The doornail meat pie in Peking is the most delicious." The old lady's movements became slower, and her voice became more melancholy: "It's a pity that I can't go back."

"Do you want to try it again?" Yang Zheng paused for a while when choosing dishes: "I can ask my classmates to bring it for you."

The old lady Yuan Yi smiled: "I've been vegetarian for most of my life, why would I want this. I'll let you taste it, but I can't make that taste."

"Grandma's tenderloin patties are the best, and I love this!" Yang Zheng was rarely childish, and his voice was more charming.

The old lady Yuan Yi was amused: "You just want to trick me into making two more meatloaf!"

At lunch, the patties were served.Shen Zishan had one, Aunt Wang had two, and the rest belonged to Yang Zheng.

The tenderloin patties made by Mrs. Yuanyi are small, oily on the outside, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.Yang Zheng ate three, and wanted to save a few for Yang Sheng, but couldn't resist eating them all.

After lunch, Yang Zheng played chess with Shen Zishan.

Shen Zishan let her go first, and smiled and tapped Bai Zi.

"What do you say at work?" Shen Zishan asked.

"I'm teaching archeology at Lin University." Yang Zheng frowned slightly, thinking about how to settle down: "The salary is pretty good. I don't know what the academic atmosphere is like."

"Linda University has developed well in the past few years, and its momentum is about to catch up with Xuanda University. Your being hired means that you are also recognized in China." Shen Zishan pondered: "It's a pity that you are in the west of the city, farther away from Xingping."

"I still have plenty of free time, and I will come back often when I have time." Yang Zheng sighed.

Shen Zishan didn't hesitate, and followed Yang Zheng.

"I have an idea recently." Shen Zishan looked up at Yang Zheng, showing the eyes that old urchins often have.

Yang Zheng suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"I want to prepare a TV show about tradition, what do you think?" Shen Zishan said.

Yang Zheng thought for a moment, then slowly said: "This is quite troublesome."

The TV programs Mr. Shen mentioned are either documentaries or cultural and creative programs.If it is not popular enough, you can imagine how low the ratings are now.What's more, the old man is very old and doesn't have the energy anymore.

"If you take the lead, there must be no shortage of investment. But where is the production team of the program. It is no problem for you to write specific instructions, but the production team may not understand what you mean."

Yang Zheng pondered over his words: "The present is not the past. The younger generation has their own ideas, and if they don't make it right, they may have to..."

"I can't guarantee the late festival?" Shen Zishan said with a smile, "Where can I have a late festival?"

"How long can I live? People can say whatever they like." Shen Zishan said, "I just want to leave something more."

"It's feasible for you to stay in the ivory tower and write books." Yang Zheng knew that he had made up his mind, but still wanted to persuade him to come back: "Do you know what they call you?"

Yang Zheng paused and said:

"Scholar-bureaucrat."

Yang Zheng has no doubts about Shen Zishan's tenacity and determination, but he is worried that Shen Zishan's efforts will not get the rewards he deserves, and may even attract criticism.

Aunt Wang placed the brewed tea by Shen Zishan's hand.Shen stood up from the mountain, flicked the tea foam with a tureen bowl, and took a small sip.

"To establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the people, to inherit the knowledge of the past, and to bring peace to all generations?" Shen Zishan smiled, "This kind of scholar-bureaucrat spirit?"

Yang Zheng said: "I don't think you are a scholar-bureaucrat like Zhang Zai, but more like a scholar-bureaucrat like Wang Lao."

"I seem to enjoy life very much?" Shen Zishan looked a little surprised.

Yang Zheng sniffed the tea in his cup lightly, and said lightly, "This tea must be Mingqian Longjing."

"That's right, you know what you're looking for." Shen Zishan put down the tureen, not realizing that he had already fallen into the trap, "Unfortunately, tap water was used."

"Should we use stream water?"

"It's best to see pines and cypresses falling with snow in mid-winter."

"Look, this is not a pleasure." Yang Zheng said.

"Don't talk about it!" Shen Zishan was punctured, and realized that the topic was diverted by Yang Zheng.

If the child doesn't want to talk about it, forget it.

The old and the young sipped tea with their own concerns.

Later, Yang Zheng went to see Mrs. Yuanyi.The old lady sighed and said, "Let him go. He's just a stubborn donkey. He wasn't that stubborn back then, and he wouldn't have failed like this."

Before Yang Zheng came, the old lady had been wearing presbyopic glasses to look at the old photos of her son, rubbing her fingertips, her back bent and lonely.Yang Zheng knew that she had always complained that Shen Zishan was too strong back then, which affected her son and led to the current ending.She didn't speak, just listened quietly.

Before leaving, Aunt Wang chased after her with two bags of paper-wrapped tenderloin patties.The old lady didn't forget Yang Sheng who was locked up in the school all day long, and specially asked Aunt Wang to buy fresh ingredients to make it when Yang Zheng was playing chess with the old man.

Yang Zheng waved to the old lady, who nodded in greeting.

While waiting for the traffic light, Yang Zheng thought about Mr. Shen's words, lost his mind, and was protested by the horn of the car behind.

She was very curious why Mr. Shen insisted on filming TV programs to pass on culture.

In recent years, there are many cultural and creative programs, but few of them can really become popular, and the best resources produced by CCTV have not made every program popular.

Shen Zishan is a leading figure in the industry, and the books published in the 80s have been regarded as the standard by the archaeological circle.

His academic achievements also made his painting and calligraphy popular.Now his paintings cost 2 yuan per foot, and each character costs [-] yuan.

Shen Zishan knows better than anyone how difficult life is now.These years have been very low-key, and he has never let up on academic research. When he was in his 70s, he still went to the Lanlou cultural site for field investigations.

Once the show has his name on it, it will be all glory and all will be lost.

Yang Zheng has seen cyber violence before, and finds it terrifying and abominable.Mr. Shen has been innocent all his life, and she doesn't want to see him being slandered at this age.

Yang Zheng held the steering wheel, felt pain between her brows, and sighed.

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The author has something to say:

"Set up a heart for the world, a life for the people, a sage for the past, and learning to bring peace to all generations." From Song Dynasty Zhang Zai's "Hengqu Four Sentences"

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