Xiangye

Chapter 1
"Ah, teacher, what are you doing?" Gao Wen pushed back the bulging handbag to the old man in front of him, and said sincerely: "When I was in college, I also heard a few lectures from you. Teacher, I also admire your knowledge and character very much, our agency publishes books...it has its own system...Why do you have to do this, teacher?"

Just now he glanced out of the corner of his eye, and in the handbag were two Chinese cigarettes and a bottle of wine.

It's not that Gao Wen, a rich second generation, doesn't look down on this meager thing. He also knows that this book is the old man's lifelong painstaking effort, and because he admires his knowledge, he runs around, thinking about printing his research results into words , passed on to future generations.As for the benefits, I don't think so much about it, and I don't need it.

It's a pity that this kind of books are inherently money-losing goods. In today's market economy, the club naturally won't lose money and make money.

Of course, this kind of book, I'm afraid you can't even make money by shouting.

But Gao Wen still did not give up.

Seeing the gray hair and stooped body of the teacher in front of him, Gao Wen felt sad for no reason.

There was an ashtray on the coffee table, which was full of cigarette butts. The old man took a few puffs and said dumbly: "It seems that there is no hope."

"Teacher, let me try again. Take it back. In my heart, I have already regarded you as my mentor. If you do this, how will I deal with my students?" Gao Wen gritted his teeth: "Really No, I'll go to an event to see if I can get some sponsorship from the company, no matter what, I have to publish this book."

"Sponsorship?" The old man was a little surprised, and then he was a little puzzled: "This kind of purely academic article, and the entrepreneur is willing to sponsor the book?"

"Haha, teacher, you underestimate today's entrepreneurs too." Gao Wenqiang lifted his spirits and smiled: "People nowadays, especially those with a bit of status, are not arty. Students have also helped a few rich people catch their knives and wrote several books. Autobiography, I know them very well. These people may come from reckless backgrounds, but once they start a family, they are afraid that others will know that they have no ink. Cultural undertakings are also very concerned. If..."

"Hehe, that's the truth." The old man couldn't help laughing: "Xiao Gao, you are funny, what if?"

Gao Wen hesitated for a moment: "If the entrepreneur can sign your book, teacher, this sponsorship should be no problem." This is already an unreasonable request, and Gao Wen couldn't help but blush when he said that. ,

This was also the only solution he came up with a few days ago, but he never dared to mention it in front of the old man.He also knows that the old man's temperament is like a fire, he is a person who does not rub the sand in his eyes, and he is the worst person who wants to be famous.

The old man's complexion changed, and he took another puff of cigarette. After a long time, he sighed dejectedly: "Sign it, just sign it. As long as this book can be printed and read by more people, it's fine."

When sending the old man out, Gao Wen couldn't help but hold his wrinkled hand and said, "I've wronged the teacher."

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After seeing off the old man, Gao Wen made a few phone calls to his parents and the characters on the scene. He heard that they could sign their names and they were very interested. Immediately, someone offered to pay and sell [-] copies.

To be able to co-author a book with famous scholars and university professors in this city is indeed a very impressive thing!

It was already midnight after this matter was settled, Gao Wen let out a long breath, turned on the computer again, called up the old man's article and began to read slowly.

"The stereotyped essays in the period of Hongwu and Jianwen were only perfunctory and perfunctory annotations, explaining the topic, and not paying attention to the method. By this period, it also began to change. For example, Wang Shu, a master of stereotyped essays in the Xuande and Zhengtong periods, attached great importance to the skills of the essay. ..."

"...There are not many stereotyped masters at this stage, only a few such as Yu Qian, Yang Ci, Chen Xianzhang, Yue Zheng, Li Dongyang, etc. Their common feature is: their writing style is simple and ancient. "

This is the preface written by the old man, needless to say, this is a work on the study of stereotyped essays.

With more than fifty thousand words, it can be regarded as the pioneering work of ancient Chinese literature. Every time I read it, Gao Wen has the feeling of looking up at the mountain.It's a pity that if such a book is printed, there will be very few readers, and the publishing house will definitely lose its pants.

If Gao Wen hadn't insisted, the manuscript would have been returned long ago.

This persistence lasted for three years, and he read this book by heart by heart.

Fortunately, today, the old man finally agreed to co-sign with others to accept the sponsorship, and this book is finally complete.

This should be the first monograph on the study of stereotyped essays in China, and I can be regarded as my humble contribution to the inheritance of traditional culture.Thinking of this, Gao Wen was excited.

But at this moment, a burst of heart palpitations hit her, and she felt her face was red and she was a little out of breath.

"Oops, I'm sick!" Gao Wen hastily opened the drawer, found a medicine bottle and threw a quick-acting heart-relief pill into his mouth, secretly telling himself: "Calm down, calm down, be quiet!"

Yes, my heart disease is already very serious.As long as he can remember, everyone in the family has been struggling with cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases. The power of DNA is so powerful that both his father and mother died of this disease ten years ago.

Because of this disease, Gao Wen couldn't do strenuous exercise since he was a child, and he had to keep a calm mind all the time.Because of this, after the death of his parents, he sold all the properties under his name, found an ordinary editorial job, and lived an ordinary life.My body can't adapt to the fierce shopping malls at all. Being a rich second generation and spending this life in peace is also a happy thing!
After taking the medicine, the heart was still beating chaotically.Gao Wen turned his eyes to the manuscript again, and muttered in his mouth: ""The Doctrine of the Mean" is about sincerity, but it is wonderful to be able to understand sincerity. What's more, sincerity is first cut to others, and it becomes one's own and one's thing. It's about..."

This is "The Sincerity Is From the City" written by Gu Xiancheng, the leader of Donglin in the Ming Dynasty.This kind of writing seems to have magic power, just like Buddhist scriptures.

After reading an article, my heart is still beating.

Today's irregular heartbeat frightened Gao Wen, and he continued to read with a trembling voice: "If you don't demote a soldier, you will use the king's teacher to a virtuous king. It is normal to see Jin's reward..." This is the famous work of Fang Bao, a master of ancient Chinese prose. "Marquis of Jin Conquering Qin".

"The husband's revenge, neither...nor...cough cough..." A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the computer screen.

"Am I going to die... I should call 120..." Consciousness began to blur, and everything around him seemed to become a big swamp, sucking Gao Wen down continuously.

With a "boom", Gao Wen's eyes went dark, and he fell into an eternal sleep.

From a biological point of view, Gawain has completely disappeared from this world.

(End of this chapter)