National fitness

At eight o'clock on Saturday morning, Wen Shu showed up at Xin Ran's house on time.

He knew that Xin Ran was in the state of a living dead in the morning, so he came to call for someone two hours in advance.As a technician, I couldn't be more conscientious.

The location of the exhibition is on the other side of the city.

Although today and Saturday, I avoided the morning rush hour with a small block of 300 meters and a large block of 500 meters, but this vibrant city hardly encounters traffic jams.

If Xin Ran babbled for a while longer, the two of them might not even have breakfast.

At 08:30, Xin Ran was finally dragged downstairs in a half-dream and half-awake state. It was only when she saw Wen Shu's flamboyant BMW two-seater trotting that she managed to pull herself together.

"My new favorite, it looks good."

"I said, do you know how to write low-key?"

Xin Ran knew that Wen Shu would pick him up by car, but he didn't expect it to be this car.

Wen Shu has been driving a white BMW first-series hatchback in a low-key manner since he started working, and he hasn't changed for so long.

Xin Ran secretly waited to see when he couldn't hold back and changed to a fancy car, but now he changed, unexpectedly he bought a BMW.

Wen Shu said that his mother likes BMW.

Xin Ran also thinks the BMW is good, since he can't afford it anyway.

"What about the previous one?"

"Throw it to my parents."

Xin Ran consciously didn't ask any more questions.

It is estimated that even if Wen Shu's mother asked for a car, he would just quietly drive the car into the parking space of his parents' house, and then put the car keys into the mailbox at home.

Maybe they didn't even enter the house.

After so many years, Wen Shu's work has been settled, and his parents no longer interfere.But about the partner, there is still a lot of trouble.

Wen Shu's mother has softened her heart, but his father is still old-tempered. As long as Wen Shu doesn't give in, he won't get back together with him.

But this is not a matter of "concession" that can achieve both.

Wen Shu took out the key, and the car beeped.

"Brother?"

Xin Ran saw a figure walking towards here not far away - it was Jian Jian.

He and Jian Jian both lived in the faculty dormitory, but Jian Jian started working a year earlier than him, so they were not assigned to the same dormitory.

"Going to the exhibition so early?"

Jian Ming quickly walked over to say hello to Xin Ran. He had participated in similar exchange meetings two years ago, so he did not go with Xin Ran this time.

Xin Ran knew that "it's getting late", touched her nose and said in embarrassment:

"Yeah, I'm afraid of traffic jams."

Wen Shu smiled gracefully at the side, and stretched out his hand:

"Hey, teacher Jane, hello, what a coincidence."

Jian Jian shook hands with him, nodded very seriously, "chat" with the two of them briefly, and then went back to the dormitory.

Wen Shu stared at Jian Jian's back who had walked a long distance, and clicked his tongue:

"I said, we've known each other for so long, why does your brother always have this face of 'You owe 100 million yuan'?"

"Hey, you ask me who I ask. But you also know that he is actually quite nice."

"It's pretty good? - I really didn't see it. It looks like a sinister look."

The two of them got into the car while they were talking, and Xin Ran was not used to riding in such a low-riding car.

After all, never sat.

"Your senior brother...how did he come back from outside at this time?"

"Is it okay to collect all the unhealthy content in your mind? Brother, I have to do morning exercises in the morning."

"Wow, are you all so good?" Wen Shu clicked his tongue twice, started the car and drove out, "Speaking of which, how about you, how is your exercise?"

"Not so much. It's like complaining like admiration, like weeping like complaining."

"Human words?"

"To die or not to live."

Xin Ran has already attended three fitness classes, all in all, every part of her body was tortured in turn.He still remembers training his buttocks and legs in the second class, after which he had to walk trembling.

Especially when Yan Yan stretched his hip and leg muscles after class, even his heart was trembling.

I didn't do it, just used the method of stretching for the aunt.

After class yesterday.

"Ah! Young man, can you be gentle... be gentle..."

"Don't move around, bear with it for a while, lest you hurt later."

"No, no, I'm in too much pain right now, please let me go..."

Xin Ran lay on his back on the mat, one leg was bent up, his knee was close to his chest, he pressed down hard, and the other leg was suppressed by Yan Yan.Tens of seconds later, the bent leg straightened and was carried on Yan Yan's shoulder. Then Yan Yan pulled Xin Ran's leg and leaned over to press down.

Invariably, he was put into various awkward poses, and then stretched purely and innocently.

Xin Ran was very puzzled before why the aunt wanted Yan Yan to stretch him so much.

Now he also understands.

Although Yan Yan only dutifully and painstakingly helped him stretch and relax his buttocks and leg muscles, Xin Ran was still blushed by this strange atmosphere.

Yan Yan didn't think too much about it. The method of stretching for others was taught to him by Li Wei. It is said that this is also a part of the "personal education service", and it is still a very important part.

Stretching is very necessary for exercise, especially anaerobic exercise. It helps to relax and restore muscles, reduces the possibility of injury, and relieves muscle soreness to a certain extent.

Xin Ran understands the truth.

But it really hurts.

He blushed obviously, but Yan Yan only thought that he was blushing due to too much pain, and kindly reminded him not to hold his breath and pay attention to adjusting his breathing.

Yan·Zhinan·Yan is serious:

"Relax, don't keep resisting. What if I don't control the strength well, and I overstretch and strain you?"

Xin Ran struggled to breathe, endured the severe pain, and in order to divert her attention, she had no choice but to observe Yan Yan's face close at hand.

His forehead was already covered with a fine layer of sweat, and his brows were slightly frowned due to the exertion.The eyes that faded from the smile due to serious concentration are full of momentum, even a little fierce.

But Xin Ran knew that the owner of these eyes had no malice towards him, so he really couldn't be afraid.

Although I am not afraid, I still have to beg for mercy when it is time to beg:

"You, you are a little lighter, I am really afraid of pain."

Xin Ran complained softly, hoping to win Yan Shaoxia's gentle treatment.At the same time, he also relaxed his limbs according to the words, not to resist Yan Yan's strength, and kept taking deep breaths and exhalations.

And tried to imply to himself: the leg that Yan Yan is pulling hard is not his own, and it won't hurt.

For Yan Yan, stretching is an exercise that can make people feel comfortable. Considering that Xin Ran is very afraid of pain, he has already shown mercy, but he didn't expect Xin Ran to be so miserable.

The person under him endured the pain with an aggrieved expression on his face.

Yan Yan thought to himself: What a thankless effort.

But as soon as he lowered his head, he could see the tears seeping from the corners of Xin Ran's eyes, and his whole eyes were wet.

For some reason, he suddenly became distracted, and the three photos of Xin Ran on his phone suddenly came to mind.

Yan Yan narrowed his eyes, and relaxed the strength in his hand, but deliberately stretched it for a little longer.

"Phew...it's finally over...thank you young hero for raising your hand..."

"Is it comfortable now? In fact, it feels good after stretching."

Xin Ran really tried to "feel" it.

Indeed, apart from the actual fatigue, the body is indeed no longer tense.He was sweating all over, the pores all over his body were opened to breathe on his own, and he felt relaxed.

"Well, it seems to be. But don't tell me that I have to practice like this every day, it will kill me."

If he doesn't die, he will be tossed at least half of his life by Yan Shaoxia.

Yan Yan snorted, disapprovingly:

"Who told you to practice like this every day? You can stand it, but I can't stand it. Besides, even if you want me to toss you in different ways, I don't have so many tricks."

Yan Yan didn't know that he had so many jokes to make with Xin Ran, but he still couldn't help saying:

"But if you really want to see me, you can come every day."

Xin Ran had a "chug" in her heart, and simply closed her eyes and turned over, complaining without changing her expression:

"Young man, you are too narcissistic."

Yan Yan, who always emphasized that he was not familiar with him, was amused by Xin Ran, and tried to speak seriously:

"I suggest that you come for a run even when you are not in class. After all, the best way to release stress is to exercise. After you get used to it, you will feel uncomfortable if you are not allowed to come any day."

Xin Ran has no image at all at the moment, lying on the yoga mat with big characters, he reasonably suspects that his sweat is from the pain just now rather than from practicing.

He thought to himself: It is unreasonable for him to fall in love with fitness, just like a wicked woman scolding the street.

Xin Ran nestled on the Wenshu cart, closed her eyes and rested her mind.

Wen Shu's natural concern reminded him of the physical contact with Yan Yan yesterday.

It was... so intimate.Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little red on the tips of his ears.

Xin Ran sighed, and thought: This is really sweet torture.

Naturally, Wen Shu didn't see the petty things in Xin Ran's heart, he only thought that he was still lamenting his tragic fate, and advised him sympathetically:

"Don't keep sighing, you've been there anyway, just practice hard."

"Understood, concentrate on driving, I'll squint for a while."

Xin Ran closed his eyes, then shrunk down a little, adjusted to the most comfortable sleeping position, and entered the state of "not hearing anything outside the window".

Wen Shu's BMW trotted around the campus for a short distance, attracting the attention of many students around.

If Xin Ran had closed his eyes a minute or two later, maybe he would have noticed the person on the sidewalk.

The one who made him want to die.

Yan Yan was walking slowly towards the second teaching building with soy milk bread.

Today Yan Yan has a final exam, which is his last one this semester, so instead of being nervous, he feels very relaxed now.

He straddled his long legs and arrived at the third floor of the second teaching in three or two steps. He stuffed the bread into his mouth a few times, sucked two mouthfuls of soy milk, and then threw the packaging bag into the trash can in the corridor.

Yan Yan looked at the time, it was just after [-]:[-], the exam started at [-] o'clock, and he arrived neither early nor late.

The invigilator may have arrived by now.

Right here, 304.

Yan Yan didn't even carry his bag, so he carried a pen and a spare ink bag in his pocket.

He walked in without squinting, while carefully chewing the bread in his mouth, while looking at the desk in the first row of the classroom-the seating chart is usually placed there, but there is no table at this moment.

He was about to ask the invigilator on the podium, but when he turned around, he was stunned.

Yan Yan even forgot to chew the bread, and said in a low voice:

"Mom? Why are you here to invigilate the exam?"

Yan Wan rolled her eyes, very unwilling to admit that the big fool in front of her was her son.

"I'm doing the other teachers a favor."

Yan Ningzhi and his wife are both old professors of the Academy of Arts.

Yan Wan has not supervised an exam for several years, and this kind of work is usually left to young people. "Old people" like her and Yan Ningzhi, unless there are special arrangements, generally don't have to suffer from this burden.

The person who invited her to help today happened to be Xin Ran who was hurrying to the exhibition right now.

Yan Wan was Xin Ran's master's tutor, and later Xin Ran went to Yan Ningzhi's to study for a Ph. D., and Jian Ming became senior fellow students.

Both brothers and sisters are precious students of the couple, and Yan Ningzhi especially appreciates them.What the old man said most often was "My two students..."

It seems that all the hatred of Yan Yan has been turned into careful teaching for the two of them.

Later, they lived up to everyone's expectations and stayed in C University. They were trained by Yan Ningzhi as his successors, and they treated them like their own sons in private.

No, my own son is not treated as well as the two of them.

When Yan Wan received a call from Xin Ran yesterday, she was comforting Yan Ningzhi who was furious.

The reason why he was furious was because Yan Yan refused to accompany Yan Ningzhi to the exhibition, which made the old man lose face.

Xin Ran is much cuter in comparison.

On the other end of the phone, Xin Ran acted coquettishly to Yan Wan, yelling at each teacher, not to mention how sweet it was.Yan Wan immediately happily agreed to help him invigilate the exam.

At the end, he also said that Xin Ran owed her a favor, and that he would not be allowed to slip away when he was asked to run errands, Xin Ran smiled and said yes.

At that time, Xin Ran only told her the time and place of the invigilator, and asked her to go directly when the time came.It wasn't until Yan Wan saw the exam arrangement this morning that she realized that she was invigilating the final exam of Yan Yan's major.

Yan Wan sighed in her heart.

Can't he just tell his dad that he didn't go to the exhibition because of the exam?

She pretended to be deliberately confronting Yan Ningzhi, which made her persuasion for a long time before finally persuading the bearded and staring old man Yan.

Yan Wan casually picked up a list and handed it to Yan Yan—it was the seating chart, asking him to put it in the first row.

The conversation between mother and son was not loud, and there were not many students sitting scattered in the classroom, and no one noticed.

Yan Yan took it and looked at his seat number first, and walked over to his seat after putting down the seating chart.

The students who temporarily took their seats at random also came forward to check their seats.

Sitting in the middle of the classroom, Yan Yan looked up at Yan Wan's resentful gaze, feeling a little apprehensive.

Not long after, Jian Ming also walked into the classroom. He went to get the test paper first, and then came over. When he greeted Yan Wan, he didn't show a surprised expression, obviously he was venting with Xin Ran.

"Teacher Yan is working hard."

Yan Wan didn't answer, but just smiled kindly.

Yan Yan felt bitter in his heart: he could laugh at such a fierce person, but he looked vicious towards his own son.

Conciseness was still the way he vaguely remembered it.

Yan Yan suddenly remembered the post from his school basketball junior two days ago, and murmured in his heart: The Little Hades of the Academy of Arts really lives up to its reputation.

...Sure enough, it was a very correct decision to go to their Academy of Arts without listening to old man Yan's words.

Xin Ran on the other end didn't know the interesting stories in the examination room. He and Wen Shu saw that there was still time, so they parked the car and had breakfast at a nearby bakery. Then they walked to the C City Museum on foot.

This exhibition is jointly organized by C City Museum and C City Literature Association. It is said that nearly a hundred collections are exhibited this time, involving calligraphy and painting, stele rubbings, ancient books, etc., covering about 1500 years of literature and historical materials in C City, including many Precious cultural relics, as well as some collections exhibited for the first time, can be regarded as a grand event.

After the visit, there will be related academic exchange lectures on document appreciation, and there will also be foreign linguists as guests. It is said that there will be a donation ceremony for cultural relics.

The people who were invited hadn't arrived yet, so Xin Ran went to the exhibition hall with Wen Shu and some other early arrivals, and visited the exhibition hall casually to have a sneak peek.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xin Ran approached the person in charge to ask about taking photos. Fortunately, he can take photos of most of the collections here, and he can also take photos of the lectures later, and they also hope to leave some good photos for the museum. For publicity.

Xin Ran naturally agreed.

Wen Shu had his precious camera hanging around his neck - it wasn't the most expensive and the best of all his cameras, but it was the first camera he owned when he was a student, and it was given to him by Xin Xiao.At that time, Wen Shu was very moved, so after all these years, the camera is still in good condition, only a new lens has been replaced.

Wen Shu walked beside Xin Ran, tried shooting while walking, and still did not forget to mock Xin Ran:

"Just go up and say 'Hi, I'm Professor Yan's student', why don't you just take a photo, tsk."

"Otherwise, who would give me face?" Xin Ran said angrily, "Hurry up and take pictures, there will be more people in a while."

"What's wrong with so many people? Could it be that people in your literati circle look down on us 'Grandma Liu' who have never seen the world?"

Xin Ran was speechless, not to mention, taking pictures all the time on this occasion was really like Grandma Liu.

He also had no choice but to click his tongue, and sent Wen Shu to say:

"Little country bumpkin, you're overthinking it. I'm just afraid that the photos are full of human heads. I'll take it back and use it as a fart."

Wen Shu rolled his eyes at him, and looked around lightly.

The exhibited works and documents, some from different dynasties, and some from different periods of the same dynasty, reveal the literary and artistic styles of each dynasty in ancient times, and can even infer the political and folk customs at that time.

Xin Ran stood in front of an exquisite glass exhibition case thinking, Wen Shu went around and came back to take a look, and what was on display was actually an exam paper from the previous dynasty.

The writing on this scroll is extremely neat, the handwriting is beautiful, and even the size is almost the same at a glance, which is really amazing.

"This word is too beautiful!"

Wen Shu, a layman, was also full of admiration, and he slapped Zhan Ge fiercely, but Xin Ran said thoughtfully:

"You said that if I correct the paper according to this requirement, will anyone still choose my class?"

"...You should pack up and prepare for early retirement."

While speaking, Yan Ningzhi and several seniors from the Documentation Association finally arrived.

Wen Shu asked Xin Ran to hurry over to say hello, and waited by himself.

Yan Ningzhi smiled and introduced Xin Ran to the old man standing next to him. This old man had a mustache and a goatee, but he was chubby. He really couldn't be called a fairy.But people are always smiling and kind.

"This is the president of the association, Mr. Zhang."

Xin Ran was not stage-frightened, and shook hands with Mr. Zhang generously, and said with great respect:

"Hello Mr. Zhang, I have heard about you for a long time. Your monographs and articles have always helped me a lot, and today I finally have the opportunity to thank you in person."

Old Zhang smiled, stroked his beard, and spoke very slowly:

"It's our old man's job to lead the way for the younger generation."

He paused, turned his head to look at Yan Ningzhi, and asked:

"Old Yan, this must be the student you often talk about."

Yan Ningzhi smiled proudly, chatted with Mr. Zhang again, greeted Xin Ran, and fled back to Wen Shu's side. The two continued to look at the exhibits leisurely.

After being busy all morning, until the content of the exhibition was all over, and after sending away foreign experts, Mr. Zhang and other important figures, Yan Ningzhi had time to sit down with Xin Ran Wenshu in a nearby restaurant and chat with each other.

Although Wen Shu didn't know much about Yan Ningzhi other than knowing that Yan Ningzhi was the dean of the Academy of Arts, Xin Ran's Ph. And like offering a treasure, he dug out the big group photo he took.

In the camera, several senior experts stood in the exhibition hall, behind them was a large promotional poster of the exhibition, and Yan Ningzhi was photographed particularly energetically.

Yan Ningzhi nodded very satisfied, and signaled Xin Ran with his eyes: go back and wash one for him, and he will hang it in his office.

Although it's a homely chatter, Yan Ningzhi still couldn't let go of the teacher's airs, and couldn't help but want to get people up to answer questions:

"Xiaoran, what's your experience after participating in today's exhibition?"

"Do you feel..."

Xin Ran heard the words, thought for a while, and answered earnestly without being perfunctory:

"Nothing else, I feel that both literature and history are 'alive'. Documents are the imprint of the existence of an era, and literature is the spirit of an era. People today can study, imagine, and develop. For us, the most important What is more is inheritance."

Documentary works exhibition is a form of contemporary art exhibition, which transforms the research results of previous people into a contemporary exhibition language, and then promotes it to the public.

"That's right, it's inheritance. You can't really do it if you don't take it as your 'job'."

After Yan Ningzhi finished his comments and conclusions, he didn't discuss too much with Xin Ran anymore, after all, there was still a tender book on the table.He just sighed deeply, and said in a rather helpless tone:

"It would be great if that kid in my family could have this awareness. What kind of arguing about leaving the country for a day..."

Xin Ran occasionally listens to Yan Wan's complaints, and understands the affairs of Yan Ning's family somewhat, but it's just that his son is "rebellious", and I hate iron for being weak.

Xin Ran smiled to show relief:

"Going abroad is not bad. Besides, can you stop young people from doing what they want? Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. No matter which path he chooses, as long as he can walk steadily, it is a good path."

Yan Ningzhi waved his hand, as a tacit agreement.