Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 526: Three Extra Endings! The Wish of the Centenarian Bao Guowei!

2025 years.

Peking University.

Cha Yusheng, then professor of the Chinese Department, walked into the bright and spacious trapezoidal classroom with two books in his hands.

Surprisingly, Professor Cha did not use more advanced multimedia assistance today.

A few pieces of chalk and a few books are all Professor Cha needs to prepare for his lessons.

Chinese Modern and Contemporary Literature is a boring course, but under Mr. Cha's wisdom, the classroom that can accommodate 200 people was filled with students.

Some are students majoring in Chinese, and most are auditors from other majors.

They gathered together, whispering to each other, and were obviously looking forward to today's open class.

It was not until Cha Yusheng walked into the classroom that the noise in the classroom gradually subsided.

Professor Cha's hair was gray, but he still had bangs and a signature beard. Professor Cha, 61 years old at the time, grew up in the countryside and was admitted to Peking University through hard work in his thirties. From then on, he was unstoppable.

He had been confused, but just like his works and the gentleman described in the story, he eventually came out of the confusion and lived his own life.

"Since we are talking about modern and contemporary literature, there is one person in the history of modern and contemporary literature that we cannot avoid. He was born in an ordinary family in the Republic of China. His father was just a housekeeper of a wealthy family. He himself was also uneducated and vain."

Cha Yusheng, who is over 60 years old, is full of energy. He has not forgotten the days and nights he spent at Peking University, nor has he forgotten that in the days of despair, it was Bao Guowei's works that accompanied him to regain hope and keep moving forward.

Today, he wants to convey his most sincere feelings and experiences to the new generation of Peking University students.

Just like the students who were taught by Mr. Bao at Peking University nearly a hundred years ago, generation after generation of Peking University students have continued to pass on this sentiment.

So he continued.

“It can be said that before the age of seventeen, this gentleman was a ridiculous character, and we don’t know what happened to him to cause such a big change in him.

But what we do know is that he eventually found his destiny in literature and history, and from then on, there was no stopping him! "

There was no need for the professor to say the name, the students in the audience had already guessed the person's name.

In fact, Bao Guowei’s personal experience has almost become common knowledge among Peking University students.

Even on the ever-changing Internet, Bao's literature still has a group of loyal fans.

What is surprising is that from the Republic of China to the present, in nearly a hundred years of history, so many literati and poets have appeared on the stage and left quietly.

Those who like Bao Guowei are always that group of young people who are full of vitality.

The students were reluctant to make a sound, for fear of missing any words the professor said on the stage about Bao Guowei's deeds.

“He once created martial arts works such as The Legend of the Condor Heroes, The Return of the Condor Heroes, and The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber under the name of Jin Guliang, creating a precedent for modern martial arts novels.

With his youthful courage and talent, he debated with the officials who had returned home and fired the first shot against worshipping foreign things.

He has a wide range of interests, and his song "Let the World Be Filled with Love" is still sung today.
He also had the youthful vigor and vitality he possessed. Facing social injustice and groundless accusations from others, he responded with a cold brow and wrote an "Answer"!
How many Chinese students have been inspired by "I Have a Dream" to strive forward?

"To Live" is a masterpiece that tells a story of an era clearly! How much meaning does it express in life? This is a masterpiece that deserves to be called the best in the century since the vernacular movement!
People don’t live for anything, but live for the sake of living itself!”

When he said the last sentence, Professor Cha's face was moved, as if tears were about to flow.

Once upon a time, he regained the meaning and hope of life because of this book "To Live".

Becoming a teacher at Peking University is not just about passing on his will, and isn't it the true meaning of his life?

Professor Cha made no secret of his preference for Bao Guowei. From "The Godfather" to "The Old Man and the Sea", "You Are April on the World", "The Shawshank Redemption", "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword", "The Rural Teacher", "No Longer Human" and even his works in recent years, he listed them all.

This modern and contemporary literature course has become Bao Guowei's special topic.

Of course, this is not too surprising. Given the large number of works created by Bao Guowei and the complex and legendary trajectory of his life, it is not impossible to offer a separate course on this.

At the end of the class, Professor Cha made a closing statement.

“It is true that Mr. Bao’s achievements are beyond the reach of ordinary people. His talent is often compared to that of Leonardo da Vinci, Edison, and Einstein. It can be said that he is a living legend, a legend that ordinary people cannot reach.

But there is one thing we cannot ignore, that is Mr. Bao’s extraordinary perseverance and hard work, his insight into the development of things, and his sense of responsibility to the country and the nation.”

Bang bang bang bang~
For a moment, the students in the audience burst into applause, with excitement on their faces.

Cha Yusheng smiled shyly and bowed deeply to the students.

Even after the get out of class was over, many Peking University students were still reluctant to leave. They gathered in groups of three or four, some waiting for the next class, and some simply discussing.

A student from the literature department couldn't help but complain, contrary to their usual praise.

"Damn it Mr. Bao, how come there are so many articles? Ordinary students only need to learn a part of them, but students like us in the literature department need to memorize the entire article. Is this going to kill us?"

Even Bao Guowei's most loyal fans don't care much about this kind of teasing swear words.

The other students immediately laughed and said.

"You should be content. Compared with Mr. Lu Xun's articles, Mr. Bao's articles are much easier to read!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Bao's novels and articles have always been easy to understand. Like Teacher Cha, I also like Mr. Bao's poems. But I don't know why he didn't write poems often later."

"You don't quite understand. The most terrifying thing about Mr. Bao is that he lives a long life and produces works almost every few years, such as the "Red Age" mentioned by Teacher Cha, and the most recent "Winter Jasmine". I really don't know what's wrong with Mr. Bao's brain!"

hiss~
Many students gasped and suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem.

Especially students in the literature department, they suddenly realized a serious problem.

As long as Bao Guowei is still alive, the books for their professional courses will continue to become thicker.

This is simply a bolt from the blue!

Students from other majors also have something to say.

"I like Mr. Bao's The Lord of the Rings. God knows how an Oriental man like him can write Western fantasy so well."

"I heard that the Lord of the Rings trilogy will soon be remastered and released on the giant screen?"

"Count me in when the time comes, and we'll go together."

"Go away, you are a grown man, if I want to watch it, I will naturally find a young lady to go with me."

"Mr. Bao has influenced so many movies. He is a person who has a say in Hollywood. Many good domestic movies in recent years basically have the shadow of Bao Guowei's participation. Unfortunately, Mr. Bao is old and has recently withdrawn from the film market.

Look at the movie market this year, what kind of rubbish is being made?"

When talking about business.

"Mr. Bao has a huge influence. The patents for antibiotics in the pharmaceutical industry are all in our country. Today, Chinese medicine is cheap, and Mr. Bao has a lot of credit for this."

"To be more precise, Mr. Bao has already given these patents to the country."

"Also, I heard that Mr. Bao has a great influence in the news industry. He has shares in many large media outlets around the world."

"In recent years, our public opinion environment has improved, thanks to Mr. Bao's efforts. Those insect public intellectuals are undoubtedly chickens and dogs in front of Mr. Bao."

"I heard that even the American president wants to win over Mr. Bao?"

"Mr. Bao is not only our Mr. Bao, but also Mr. Bao of the world."

Just as the students were discussing Bao Guowei's life and achievements, someone suddenly asked a question that many people had not noticed.

“Speaking of which, from the Republic of China to the present, most of the gentlemen from the 1940s have passed away, but Mr. Bao is still alive.

How old is Mr. Bao this year? "

For a moment, the discussion fell into silence.

Everyone knows that Bao Guowei is very powerful, but few people know how old Bao Guowei is.

This year is 2025, right?

How is he still alive?

Isn't this a bit contrary to biology?

After thinking for a long time, a student finally took out his mobile phone and looked up the encyclopedia.

"I think he's one hundred and twelve."

Hiss~ Another sound of someone taking a deep breath.

One of the students couldn't help but ask.

"Mr. Bao, you won't live like this forever, right?"

Another student said with a strange look on his face.

"Wouldn't that make him a monster? Could Mr. Bao also cultivate immortality? Could Mr. Bao also cultivate his body to resemble a crane?"

On a high-speed train to Shanghai.

"One hundred and twelve years old."

Bao Guowei, whose hair has turned gray and whose teeth have fallen out, sighed as he looked at the green mountains, clear waters and tall buildings passing by outside the window.

"Great-grandfather, you are actually 112 years old? Have you achieved the golden elixir?"

Beside him, a clear female voice asked curiously.

Bao Guowei was speechless for a while, but the one who was accompanying him was his great-great-granddaughter Bao Yueqi. This girl had been loved by the elders of the family since she was a child, and she had developed a cheerful personality.

However, the reason why she could be so disrespectful and get along with her great-grandfather like a friend was because of that.

It's not just because Bao Guowei doesn't care about seniority, but also partly because his great-granddaughter Bao Yueqi's personality is very similar to Zhang Nianyue's.

Even the appearance.

When faced with questions from his great-granddaughter, Bao Guowei simply thought she had read too many online novels.

In many cases, even the younger generations in the family cannot remember his age clearly.

After all, Bao Guowei's five children had basically passed away before their father.

Only a little daughter is left alive.

So, he just said it slightly speechlessly.

"Not only do I want to cultivate the golden elixir, I also want to overcome the calamity and ascend to heaven!"

Bao Yueqi, the great-granddaughter who is in her early twenties, narrowed her eyes, rolled her large eyeballs around, and spoke in a low voice.

"Great-grandfather, just pass on the cultivation method to me alone. Don't worry about my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather knowing."

Bao Guowei's facial muscles twitched, and he tapped his great-granddaughter on the head with his hand and said unhappily.

"I've already said it before, we are materialists, there is no such thing as golden elixir and ascension in the world."

Bao Yueqi curled her lips, looking very unconvinced. In her opinion, her great-grandfather must have some secret method of longevity, or some unspeakable secret.

She was a smart child, and she felt that her great-grandfather, who loved her every day, had kept some secrets from her. She even suspected that her great-grandfather was like the male protagonist in an online novel who had a system.

Otherwise, how to explain his legendary life in the past?
Bao Guowei also saw the doubts of his great-granddaughter. He smiled and said, "Do you think I don't want to die? I have lived enough. It's just that there is one thing that lingers in my mind and has not been resolved."

"What happened?" Bao Yueqi said sharply. "Is this related to our trip to Shanghai?"

In fact, Bao Yueqi had doubts along the way. This great-grandfather insisted on traveling and would not let anyone accompany him. In the end, he compromised and let her, his best great-granddaughter, accompany him.

What on earth does he want to do?

Bao Guowei's eyes were full of wrinkles over the weekend, but his gaze was still clear.

"Go meet someone."

"who?"

“A friend who is both a mentor and a friend.”

"What friend? You are so arrogant that you even want your great-grandfather to go there in person?"

Bao Yueqi was a little confused. Given her great-grandfather's seniority and qualifications, even if the emperor came, he would have to pay a visit!
But she was a heartless person, and since she followed her great-grandfather out, she couldn't help but ask a lot of gossip.

"Great-grandfather, I heard that Chiang Kai-shek's bald head can be used as a mirror?"

"Are you having an affair with Wanrong, the last empress of the Qing Dynasty? Have you let down your great-grandmother?"

"I heard that you had a relationship with a Japanese female spy. What happened to her later?"

"Did Lin Huiyin ever love you? But she is married."

"More, more"

Bao Yueqi had countless questions in her mind and wanted to ask them, but when she turned around, she found that Bao Guowei had already fallen asleep.

He let out a soft snoring sound.

She curled her lips and thought about finding another opportunity to ask the old man about it.

Otherwise, these issues will become historical mysteries.

The northwest corner of Luxun Park, No. 2288 North Sichuan Road, Shanghai.

Only after following her great-grandfather here did Bao Yueqi finally understand who the person the other person was talking about.

He is a figure who can never be ignored in the history of modern and contemporary literature, a true great writer, Mr. Zhou Shuren!
Bao Yueqi knew that her great-grandfather was good friends with Lu Xun, and when she learned about Lu Xun's articles and deeds, she would often ask Bao Guowei for advice.

My great-grandfather would miss Mr. Lu Xun from time to time, but today is not his memorial day, nor is it Qingming Festival, nor is it any special day.

Why did great-grandfather come here specially?
"Yueqi, bring all those printed news photos and reports here."

"Oh~"

"Don't forget the letter I wrote."

"understood."

When people get old, they tend to become more talkative.

Although she was complaining in her heart, Bao Yueqi still took out the things from her bag and handed them over quickly.

But when she got in front of Bao Guowei, she let out a cry.

"Grandpa, why are you crying?"

The last time I saw him cry was when a great-grandfather passed away a few years ago.

From then on, having experienced all kinds of things in life, he never cried again.

But today
"It's okay, it's just a little dust." Bao Guowei said stubbornly.

"You started it again, come and let me wipe it for you."

Bao Yueqi was about to wipe the tears from the other person's face, but was pushed away by Bao Guowei.

"Yueqi, please leave for a while. I want to talk to Mr. Zhou alone."

"But."

"Go!"

Hearing her great-grandfather's words that could not be disputed, Bao Yueqi could only nod and give a reminder.

"I'm not far away, call me if you need anything."

"Go."

Bao Guowei didn't turn his head, but just looked at the name on the tombstone.

Bao Yueqi said she was leaving, but in fact she was still hiding not far away, keeping an eye on her great-grandfather's movements.

This great-grandfather is not only the treasure of the Bao family, but also the treasure of the whole country and the whole world. We cannot afford to make any mistakes.

But Bao Yueqi saw her great-grandfather's strange behavior.

I saw him putting reports and news one by one into the paper money basin that was burning in front of him, and finally even put written letters in.

Bao Yueqi covered her mouth. She knew that the other party had put a lot of thought into these letters. Even when she offered to help the other party print them out manually on the computer, she was rejected.

His hands were shaking, but he held the pen and wrote down every word.

Bao Yueqi had not read the contents of the letter, but at this moment, she finally understood a lot of things.

Those news reports and pictures are the achievements that countries and nations have made in today’s world!
The same thing happened again after arriving in Hangzhou.

However, this time it was at the foot of Lizhi Peak in Nanping Mountain, West Lake, in front of Zhang Taiyan’s tomb.

Bao Yueqi didn't have any impression of this great-grandfather, she learned about him mostly from books, or came to pay homage to him during the annual ancestor worship.

This time, Bao Yueqi was careful. She did not walk too far, but eavesdropped on Bao Guowei's "soliloquy" through a bush.

She wanted to verify her guess.

Along with the cold wind, Bao Yueqi heard the voice of her great-grandfather.

"Mr. Taiyan, I'm here. Ninety-five years have passed since the agreement I made with you. I thought I should at least hold on for a hundred years before coming back to see you."

"But I can't hold on any longer. If I continue to hold on, I will eventually become a fairy in the world. An old but immortal fairy is a fairy. It's time to let go of all this. In the future, countless young people will inherit our will."

"When the king's army conquers the Central Plains in the north, don't forget to tell your father during the family sacrifice!"

"In this world today, I have lived up to my promise to you and Brother Xun, right?"

"I saw the spaceship soaring in the sky and landing on the Moon Palace!"

"I also saw that people all over the world are united in fighting the disaster together!"

"I also saw that our fighter planes have surpassed those of the Western powers! China's technology is gradually catching up with the world's forefront!"

"We still have some shortcomings, but I believe that young people will continue to inherit our will and continue to fight for national rejuvenation and national prosperity!"

"Is this prosperous age what you wish for, sir?"

"I, Bao Bingwen, did not lie about those twelve words!"

Bao Yueqi listened to the touching confession. She had never seen her great-grandfather act so emotionally like this before.

At the same time, she was also moved by the words in the poem and felt mixed emotions.

But at this moment, she noticed that her great-grandfather, who was originally kneeling in front of the tomb, had collapsed like a deflated ball with his body originally tense.

Perhaps it is just as he said, over the past hundred years, he has only relied on his willpower to get to this day.

Bao Yueqi reacted and screamed, ran out from the bushes and pounced on the other party.

"Great-grandfather!"

"Great-grandfather?"

Bao Yueqi knelt beside Bao Guowei and shook him gently, but found that there was no movement at all.

“Great-grandfather!!”

She let out a sharp cry and tears flowed uncontrollably.

She had expected this moment to come, but she had no idea it would come so suddenly.

At this moment, my great-grandfather Bao Guowei was lying in front of Zhang Taiyan's tombstone, as if he was leaning next to Zhang Taiyan.

Not far away on the other side is the tomb of great-grandmother Zhang Nianyue, echoing this place in the distance.

It was spring, and the woman's sad crying did not diminish the spring spirit at all.

The spring breeze blew through Bao Guowei's silver hair, and a piece of forsythia fluttered down and fell on Bao Guowei's face, which was as white as old tree bark.

Bao Guowei fell into a deep sleep.

A legendary writer seemed to have passed away.

Fortunately, the Bao family returned to Hangzhou, Suzhou and other places to settle down since the 1980s.

This made Bao Yueqi, who was accompanying them, feel less confused. After all, some tribesmen were guarding outside the cemetery.

But she still couldn't stop crying.

I cried heartbreakingly.

Just when Bao Yueqi was extremely sad, a hand as cold as old tree bark suddenly held her hand.

Bao Yueqi was so frightened that she almost ran away. She said while suppressing her fear.

"Great-grandfather, you are not dead?"

But I heard the other party say in a weak voice.

"High. New."

"Ah?" Bao Yueqi was confused and didn't understand who Gao Weixin was.

But after saying this name, Bao Guowei seemed to have died completely.

Bao Yueqi tilted her head and thought.

"Who is Gao Weixin? Does your great-grandfather have any unfulfilled wishes?"

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