Xie Mian held Lin Chaoyang's hand and said eagerly: "You, an experienced creator, can really tell something different. This morning has really benefited us a lot."

When Lin Chaoyang was polite to Xie Mian, students gathered around the two of them, and a reporter from the school newspaper said, "Let's take a group photo."

"Okay." Lin Chaoyang agreed happily.

After the group photo was taken, Xie Mian added: "The content of today's symposium will be published in the school newspaper in a few days."

Lin Chaoyang nodded and approved the speech he made at the symposium quoted by the school newspaper.

"Lao Xie, I'll leave first."

Xie Mian sent Lin Chaoyang to the door of the library and watched him leave. The students following him looked at Lin Chaoyang's back, still feeling a little agitated in their hearts.

"Teacher Xie, how come Comrade Lin... Chaoyang's theoretical foundation is so solid? It feels more thorough than what many teachers in the department teach." One of the students, a round-faced boy with a big head, couldn't help but ask.

Xie Mian glanced at the boy and said, "You students, you are not in a good time!"

His tone was slightly regretful, and several students present understood what he meant.

Many of the people present are students who graduated from the 1983 grade. Ever since they entered the school, they have heard teachers around them say more than once that the students in their class are not lucky.

Since the resumption of the college entrance examination, senior professors from various departments at Yanda have personally taught undergraduate courses.

This teaching habit continued until the 1980s, when some old professors began to reduce their classes and teaching due to physical reasons.

After the first two batches of undergraduates graduated since the resumption of the college entrance examination in 1982, the old professors in various departments basically only taught master's and doctoral students.

It has almost become a luxury for undergraduates of Yan University after the 1983 grade to listen to the lectures of those masters.

Xie Mian continued: "Chaoyang was about the same age as you back then, but when he went to the Chinese Department to attend classes, he listened to the classes of masters such as Zhu Guangqian, Wu Zuxiang, Wang Li, Wang Yao, Fei Xiaotong, and Yin Faru.

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When the students heard these names that were like the stars in the sky, they couldn't help but be fascinated.

"Besides, he was well-read when he was working in the library, and he was talented. With such a favorable time, place, and people, he was able to accumulate such knowledge in just a few years."

Di Baotian said again: "Teacher Xie, from what you said, I feel that he is very similar to Professor Jin Kepu."

Xie Mian laughed, "Someone in the department did say that. But his specialty is not in studying knowledge, but in creating. There are many people in China's cultural circles who study knowledge, but there is only one Lin Chaoyang!"

Xie Mian spoke so highly of Lin Chaoyang that the students were speechless, but after thinking about it carefully, they felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said.

Professors of Jin Kepu's level are certainly rare in the Chinese cultural world, but Lin Chaoyang's literary achievements are even more unique.

What's more, he is still so young and looks even younger than some of the students here today.

Such a character is destined to be written down in the history of contemporary literature.

The students couldn't help but feel envious when they thought of this.

Who can come to participate in the symposium today is not a literary youth, and who does not want to dominate the literary world at such a young age like Lin Chaoyang.

But as Teacher Xie said -

There is only one Lin Chaoyang!

After leaving the library, Lin Chaoyang wandered around the Yanda campus. The sun was shining brightly and he was in a good mood. He felt like he was back when he first entered Yanda.

When passing by Yannan Garden, he went to Zhu Guangqian's house on a whim.

He saw Zhu Guangqian being helped down from the study room upstairs by his family. He was in surprisingly good spirits and was still shouting that he was going to finish writing the annotations for "New Science".

Lin Chaoyang couldn't help but wonder, how could the old man recover so quickly when he was bedridden and depressed a while ago?

"Aunt, Uncle Zhu has recovered well recently!" Lin Chaoyang said to Zhu Guangqian's wife Xi Jinwu.

There was a look of worry hidden in Xi Jinwu's eyes, "I was very sick a few days ago, but I don't know why I've become more alive in the past two days."

Come back to the light!

Lin Chaoyang suddenly thought of this word in his mind, but when he saw Zhu Guangqian's energetic look, he couldn't believe it.

"Then what did the doctor say?"

"Your eldest sister just asked the doctor from the school hospital."

While he was talking to Xi Jinwu, Zhu Guangqian couldn't help but practice calligraphy at his desk. He had cerebral thrombosis, and the doctor told him to move his hands regularly. It was best to keep writing every day, which would be good for the recovery of his brain and hands.

What Zhu Guangqin is practicing today is "Ancient Poetry Pen Practice Copybook", a student copybook published by Hunan Education Press in 1982.

His face was pale, his body was stooped, and his hands were covered with veins. After he finished writing, he didn't forget to show off to Lin Chaoyang.

"Isn't my word bad?"

As he was getting older and his hands were shaking, his handwriting was really not that good. Lin Chaoyang took the copybook and turned it over.

"Average, a little worse than me."

"Worse than you? You really put yourself in a good position."

Zhu Guangqian said sarcastically to him with a disdainful expression.

"Your handwriting is so good, then leave me a calligraphy treasure. Maybe after a few decades you can exchange it for a pack of cigarettes."

"Writing it to you is a waste of my words."

Although he said this, Zhu Guangqian still wrote a line to Lin Chaoyang. He copied a sentence from "Fude Guyuancao Farewell" from the copybook.

The handwriting was trembling, and the signature was "Written as a gift to my little friend Chaoyang Zhuguangqian".

Lin Chaoyang picked up the calligraphy and looked at it carefully, but still disliked it, "Look at how your handwriting is shaking. Go back and practice it."

"If you don't want it, just give it back!"

"It's still impossible to pay it back. There's no reason to take back something given to someone." Lin Chaoyang proudly put the copybook into his arms.

He then said to Zhu Guangqian: "I see that you are in good spirits today. Let me play a game of chess with you."

"No." The old man refused without hesitation.

"Look at you, don't take winning or losing so seriously as a human being."

When Lin Chaoyang was teasing Menzi with Zhu Guangqian, his family had already invited the doctor over to check his blood pressure, so the old man sat obediently at the desk.

Lin Chaoyang said to him, "If you don't leave, I will leave!"

Zhu Guangqian waved his hand to him.

After coming out of Zhu's house, Lin Chaoyang stood there and watched for a long time before leaving.

After returning home, Xiaodongdong came to hold Lin Chaoyang's legs and wanted to play basketball with him. The father and son played for a while, and the sadness and sadness in Lin Chaoyang's heart were diluted.

While he was breastfeeding Yan Yan again, Tao Yushu came back from outside with a tired face.

"Oh, I'm so exhausted!" she shouted as soon as she entered the door.

"Just let Du Feng do the things in the clothing city. Why bother yourself?"

"I also want to study!"

For Juan Wang, work is not just work, but also a process of learning knowledge and mastering experience. How could she miss such a rare learning opportunity like the opening of the clothing city?

There is less than a week left before the opening of the clothing city, and the celebrities Lin Chaoyang asked Chen Huaikai and Xie Jin to invite have already been confirmed.

Yan Film Studio has Zhang Jinling, Li Xiuming and Fang Shu, and Shanghai Film Studio has Zhang Yu, Gong Xue and Zhao Jing.

Three of the five golden flowers from the two major film studios in the north and the south are here. This lineup is unprecedentedly powerful.

Not only that, Xie Jin also helped Lin Chaoyang invite Zhu Shimao and Tang Guoqiang, and Zhu Shimao brought his partner Chen Peisi.

Putting these nine people together, the appeal at this time is simply terrifying. Lin Chaoyang was afraid that something would happen to the clothing city that day.

He told Tao Yushu: "You must prepare a case with the public security department in advance and ask them to bring in more manpower to maintain order."

"I know, I also told Du Feng about this, so don't worry."

While the couple was talking, Tao Yushu suddenly shouted, "Lin Siyan!"

Lin Chaoyang followed her gaze and saw Xiao Dongdong holding Yan Yan's arm with one hand and holding her neck with the other, seemingly trying to pull her up.

The little girl is only four months old and can't sit up yet. Xiaodongdong's strength is very weak, so forcefully pulling her up is like pulling out a carrot.

At this time, Xiao Dongdong was frightened by Tao Yushu's shout. The pressure from his mother came, as if the terrifying aura from ancient times made him unable to move.

Comrades with some life experience all know that once the old mother calls your name, it will definitely be the fury of thunder. At this time, running away is your only option.

Tao Yushu walked forward quickly, not giving Xiao Dongdong a chance to escape. He picked up his butt and slapped him like raindrops, making Xiao Dongdong scream.

"Mom, it's wrong! Mom is wrong!"

This kid always pretends to be stupid when he is naughty. Now he was surrounded and suppressed by force. He immediately surrendered without any hesitation.

"Mom is wrong? Is mom wrong?"

Hearing his begging for mercy, Tao Yushu did not stop. Instead, he asked angrily while doing evil things.

"Wrong, I was wrong, Dad! Dad!"

Normally when he was playing with toys, it was as if he couldn't hear what he was talking to. Lin Chaoyang sometimes wondered whether the child had developmental delays or autism.

Looking at it now, it’s just that I have too many thoughts!

I even know how to call him daddy.
To be continued...