my home is in the northeast

101. Professor Yang

These days, Zhang Yuhe read the books recommended by Professor Yang to him twice, and then went to find them again with his small notebook in which he recorded the questions.

"Hey, you are the student who came to ask questions last time, right? Come on, come in quickly." After Zhang Yuhe knocked on the door and entered, Professor Yang recognized him.This is the most convenient place Zhang Yuhe's face brought him.

"Professor Yang, I'm here to ask you some questions."

"Oh, how many of those books have you read?" Professor Yang asked, pushing his glasses.He is still very optimistic about this student.

"It's all over." Zhang Yuhe replied honestly.

"Have you finished watching?" Professor Yang looked at Zhang Yuhe in disbelief.He recommended a dozen or so reference books to Zhang Yuhe, seven or eight of which can be found in the library, and the rest can only come to him.

But it's only been a few days?It's less than two weeks, right?Are you done?

Professor Yang couldn't believe it, and felt unbelievable.

This kid reads so fast, he is either a genius, or... just read it in a hurry.

Professor Yang didn't want to comment rashly on a student, but now he felt that Zhang Yuhe was a little impetuous.

"Well, I've read all these books, but I can't find a few other books, I..."

"You just said that there is a problem, let me take a look." Professor Yang interrupted Zhang Yuhe, and stretched out his hand towards him.

Zhang Yuhe froze for a moment, feeling that Professor Yang seemed unhappy, but he couldn't figure it out, so he obediently handed over his notebook.Just a phone call came in, and Professor Yang answered a few words after listening to it.

"You go back first, I have an urgent meeting here." Professor Yang hung up the phone and said to Zhang Yuhe.

"Oh, yes. Professor Yang, you are busy." Zhang Yuhe didn't want the notebook, turned and left.

Professor Yang came back from a meeting, made a cup of tea, and saw Zhang Yuhe's notebook again.

It happened that Teacher Zhang came back and saw the notebook that Professor Yang was holding, "Hey, this seems to belong to Zhang Yuhe?" Zhang Yuhe asked him several times, and the other party's notebook was a camouflage notebook, which was quite special.

"Well, he came here just now." Professor Yang nodded, "Xiao Zhang, what do you think of this Zhang Yuhe?"

"He is a serious kid who studies hard."

"I think he's a little impetuous. It's only been a few days, but he actually said that he finished reading all those books. Why..." Professor Yang flipped through Zhang Yuhe's notes, and suddenly stopped talking.

Teacher Zhang didn't notice it, and continued to say, "This student was obviously added this semester. At first, I thought that a transfer student, maybe someone else's child, came to be gilded. As a result, this child, How long has it been since the start of school, and Shengsheng has read through all the books of the previous semester, and has kept up with the progress of this semester. I asked a few students privately, and I heard that he studied until midnight every day, never played games, nor Hanging out with other people, at most running in the school in the morning and evening."

"What did you just say? It's only been such a short time since the start of the semester, and he has finished all the last semester?" Professor Yang asked incredulously, and at the same time looked at the notebook in his hand. There were many questions written on it, absolutely It's not a superficial problem, at least it's an understanding that can only be gained after reading the book several times.This made Professor Yang subconsciously feel that he might have misunderstood the other party.

"Yes, I..."

"Xiao Zhang, do you have his phone number? Hurry up and call him and ask him to come over." Professor Yang said anxiously, "I thought he was too impetuous and lied just now, but I didn't expect..."

When Professor Yang spoke, Teacher Zhang didn't dare to delay, so he quickly called Zhang Yuhe. After a while, Zhang Yuhe arrived at the teaching building.

"Teacher Zhang, what do you need from me?" Zhang Yuhe greeted Professor Yang and came to Teacher Zhang.

"Professor Yang is looking for you." Teacher Zhang looked at Zhang Yuhe with a smile, then turned to greet Professor Yang, "Old Yang, I'm leaving first."

"Hmm, um." Professor Yang responded indiscriminately, and greeted Zhang Yuhe, "You said just now that you have read through all these books?"

It was also at this time that Zhang Yuhe realized that it was time to get off work, he hesitated, "Professor Yang, you don't get off work..."

"Oh, don't worry, I live in this school, let's get down to business first." Professor Yang's attention was all on the problem. "There are chairs over there, you sit."

Zhang Yuhe nodded, and also sank his mind, discussing a few questions in his notebook with Professor Yang.

Perhaps because of actually touching a gun, many of Zhang Yuhe's ideas are a little different from those of other students and even the teacher.People like them learn the theory first and then get in touch with the real thing, while Zhang Yuhe is just the opposite. The collision of two different theories has brought new ideas to many problems.

When the two chatted, they forgot the time, and when they were satisfied with the chat, they looked up and found that it was dark outside.

Zhang Yuhe raised his hand and saw that it was already seven o'clock.

"Professor Yang, let's stop here today?" Zhang Yuhe couldn't bear it anymore. The old professor is probably at least sixty years old, and his health is not particularly good.After talking to him for so long, I can see that he is a little tired.

"Alright." Professor Yang shook his head with a smile, "I forgot the time when we chatted. Are you hungry too? Go back early."

Professor Yang got up, wondering if he had lowered his head for too long just now, and suddenly fainted, so he quickly helped the table so he didn't fall down.

"Professor Yang!" Zhang Yuhe quickly supported him, "You...shall I take you back?"

"That's... okay, I'll delay you."

"I wasted your time." Zhang Yuhe helped the old man walk a few steps slowly, and then gradually recovered, locked the door and accompanied Professor Yang to the teacher's dormitory.

The dormitory building is not high, with only four floors. It may be to take care of Professor Yang's age, and he was allocated a one-story house.

Zhang Yuhe helped to open the door, but found that it was pitch black inside, and found the light switch as Professor Yang said, "Professor Yang, is there no one in your house?"

Professor Yang smiled, "My wife has passed away for several years, we have no children, and now I am alone."

Zhang Yuhe looked at the deserted look in the room, "Then what are you having for dinner?"

"Oh, don't worry about me, go back. I'll cook some instant noodles later." Professor Yang glanced at the time and said.It's already 07:30, there should be nothing to eat in the cafeteria, and he doesn't want to go so far to eat.

"Then...then I'm leaving." Zhang Yuhe nodded.

After leaving the door, Zhang Yuhe quickly called Sun Hao and asked him to bring over two meals and a disposable bowl by the way.

Soon two set meals were delivered, not only rice and vegetables, but also fruit and soup.

After Zhang Yuhe waited for Sun Hao to leave, he took out a slime and prepared to cut a piece of it as jelly for Professor Yang to eat.

This slime can restore the spirit, and it is most suitable for Professor Yang to eat now.

Zhang Yuhe slapped his forehead suddenly after entering the space, and he actually brought out the knife that was strengthened yesterday.I don't know if the things I brought out can be brought back. If not, it will be troublesome. This knife is quite easy to use.

But the knife was just right, Zhang Yuhe quickly cut a bowl of jelly and covered it, then went out of the space and ran back to the door of Professor Yang's house.

Professor Yang took a break, and was about to get up to boil the noodles, when he heard the doorbell ring, he turned and opened the door, "Hey, why are you back again?"

"Professor Yang, I just ordered a meal and happened to be on the way, so I'll send you a copy."

Professor Yang smiled, "You kid, if you ordered it for me, just tell me, what's the way? I just don't bother to cook noodles, so I'll eat you."

Zhang Yuhe laughed.This Professor Yang is not a pedantic person, he was thinking about what he would do if the other party refused, but he was a happy person.

Zhang Yuhe put a meal on the table and was about to leave, but was stopped by Professor Yang, "If you have nothing to do, you can eat with me, I feel lonely even if I am alone."

"I'm fine." Zhang Yuhe stopped immediately.

Both of them opened their meals, and the room was filled with aroma, "This dish is really delicious, where did you order it from?"

"Just a fast food restaurant in front of our school."

Professor Yang took a sip and couldn't help nodding, "This food is so good, I actually eat it very similar to my wife's food. Please leave me the address and phone number of this restaurant, and I will order food from him later. "

"Professor Yang..."

"Ok?"

"You don't have to decide, let them deliver it to you every day." Zhang Yuhe said with a smile, "This fast food restaurant is run by my family, and I won't charge you."

Just as Professor Yang was about to speak, Zhang Yuhe waved his hand, "Professor Yang, if you disagree, I will tell them not to accept your order."

"You kid..."

"Professor Yang, what you taught me is much more valuable than this meal." Zhang Yuhe said solemnly.

"You are a benevolent child." Professor Yang smiled, "Okay, let's eat first, let's not talk about it."

Zhang Yuhe nodded, and the two finished the meal quietly.

Professor Yang is a relatively introverted person, and he will not exclaim in various ways when he eats delicious food like other people.But Zhang Yuhe could tell that Professor Yang was actually not at peace.

An He had told him before that the delicacy of this rhinograss does not lie in how much it changes the ingredients, but in the effect on the taste, so that people who eat it can feel that it is the most suitable taste for them.

Just now Professor Yang said that the food tasted like his wife's handicraft, so it can be seen that his wife's handicraft is the best taste in his memory.I can eat the handicrafts of my wife who has passed away for many years without tears in my eyes.

Zhang Yuhe was a little worried. The elderly are most afraid of hurting their spirits. This...

After eating, Professor Yang ate fruit again, then looked at the bowl of green things and asked Zhang Yuhe, "What is this?"

"It's jelly, I asked them to give you a taste."

Professor Yang shook his head with a smile, "I'm old, I don't want to eat this, you can eat it."

"I...Professor Yang, you have a taste, this is good for your body."

"Really?" Professor Yang asked back with a smile. He actually didn't believe it, but he couldn't refute Zhang Yuhe's kindness, so he picked up a spoon and took a bite.

Smooth and crisp, with a grassy smell and an apple scent, not too sweet or greasy.Professor Yang enjoyed eating a few yuan before stopping, "This food is really delicious. Huh? Why do I feel so much more energetic?"