Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Yu Xuan was not annoyed, and handed it back with a smile:

　　"It's not cheap to look at. But you wear it just right~ When the horse comes back, you can show him."

　　"Ah."

　　Wu Shaobai nodded and put the string of beads with a warm and delicate texture on his hand.

　　Just the right size.

　　Then I heard Yu Xuan say:

　　"Liaozi has stopped a little in the past two days. You are not affected by it, right?"

　　"No. The last time I met in Huguang, didn't I talk about Brother Liu's identity? If they use their brains, they should know that messing with me might not end well. They are saying that he is an elder, if you really want to be with me. If you can't make it through, you will appear to have no identity."

　　"Well, that's fine."

　　"Master, how is the uncle thinking about it?"

　　"I don't know that. But your plan is easy to use, but Huguang has just started. If it is implemented directly, it will hurt the vitality of Huguang. I think... at least two or three months. It's enough to be stable... When will Xiao Tong leave? "

　　"December 3."

　　"Isn't that soon?"

　　"Ah."

　　"That's good too. It's a good thing that Xiao Tong has a career. We guys don't like machismo, do you hear? "

　　"Where are you talking? I know it. I support her career, you can rest assured."

　　"Well... let's go, clean a stable, feed the horses, and then we'll pack up and eat."

　　"Uh-huh."

　　……

　　Early on the 3th of February.

　　Wu Shaobai said goodbye to Tong Liya who went to Hengdian to film at the airport.

　　And this time, he was driving a Fox.

　　After saying goodbye to his girlfriend, he went straight to Haidian to kill him, and then sat in the classroom of the philosophy department under the curious eyes of several freshman juniors.

　　And the news that "Wu Shaobai is back to class" also caused a lot of shocks on the campus of Peking University.

　　At the same time, Guangdelou's afternoon game also lost his figure, and it was changed to Yue Yunpeng and Kong Yunlong, who crossed each other to gather the bottom in the afternoon game.

　　However, although he couldn't see it every day in the afternoon as before, the big guys didn't rush it, because these audiences also knew that Mr. Wu hasn't graduated yet, so his studies must be the most important thing.It's just that some old viewers still have a little resentment in their hearts.

　　Mr. Wu's Journey to the West just talked about going to the Dragon Palace to get the Ruyi Golden Hoop, but I haven't heard it yet.

　　Good guy, he dug a hole again, he is not kind!

　　But when the meal was over at noon, Wu Shaobai politely declined a few schoolmates who wanted to sign him, and walked directly into the office building.

　　All the way to Zhang Wenquan's office, he knocked on the door.

　　After opening the door, he looked at the old professor Zhang Wenquan who was reading the newspaper with a teacup in his hand.

　　"Xiao Wu, are you finally willing to come back?"

　　Looking at the long-awaited old professor, Wu Shaobai smiled and nodded:

　　"Yes, Professor, there is something I want to trouble you with."

　　"You're so welcome, you don't have to come to see me during the Chinese New Year. You just came back after a year and came to the door with trouble?"

　　"...It's a shame for you to say this....Professor! Editor-in-chief Zhang took you on a vacation abroad during the Chinese New Year. It's hard for me to go abroad now, do I still have to chase you~ "

　　Listening to Wu Shaobai's words, Zhang Wenquan laughed and pointed to the sofa:

　　"Tell me, what's the matter?"

　　Wu Shaobai was not polite, and took out a stack of manuscripts directly from his backpack:

　　"Professor, have you heard the stand-up comedy "Nine-Headed Case"?"

　　"Ok?"

　　Zhang Wenquan was stunned, thought for a while, and said:

　　"Yes, a very famous stand-up comedy. I remember that the story was very complicated, and there seem to be several versions, so no one has ever said it all."

　　"Correct."

　　Wu Shaobai nodded and handed over the manuscript:

　　"This is the full version of "The Nine-Headed Case" compiled by Mr. Guo. I would like to ask you to take a look. The full version compiled by Mr. Guo is based on the oral accounts of different famous cross talk writers. Whether it is language habits or some storylines, there are There are many contradictions, I would like to ask you to polish it up."

　　"Stop it."

　　The old man rolled his eyes while wearing reading glasses:

　　"What do you call polish? It's more or less the same for you to sort out and summarize."

　　Wu Shaobai laughed twice:

　　"Isn't that what you said? I'm very curious about the stand-up comic book, but the book in your hand is already sorted. For this unintegrated version that is still in its original state, I think you must like it very much. right."

　　"You really will find something to do for me..."

　　Zhang Wenquan shook his head amusingly.

　　"But indeed, I am very interested in this kind of mixed text, each with different eras and language habits... Okay, let me put it here, what do you want to do? Help you remove the language characteristics. into a story?"

　　"Of course not. I'm thinking about what I'm going to change, and you help me polish it. Don't underestimate the ten or so pages of paper. The story of "The Nine-Headed Case" is really complicated and requires deep language skills. After reading the story, I felt that I would not be able to control it for a while, so I felt... just right, I can come out of my own stand-up comic style through this story."

　　"Huh, the ambition is big enough."

　　Looking at Wu Shaobai whose eyes were shining, Zhang Wenquan chuckled.

　　"Okay, so what do you want to do?".

Chapter 507

　　After a long absence, Wu Shaobai felt that he was busy again.

　　Philosophy class was just passing by, and when I went to school, I went to the Chinese department all day in addition to class.

　　Many teachers and students who met him thought he was going to be transferred to the Chinese Department.Because every time he went, he was looking for Zhang Wenquan, and as long as there was Zhang Wenquan's class, then he would definitely be indispensable, which made the news more solid.

　　But perhaps this rumor was too exaggerated.

　　One day, when Wu Shaobai and Professor Zhang were planning to try it out, first try to speak a paragraph by himself, and then see if Wu Shaobai could control the story with his current language structure skills. Please come and knock on Zhang Wenquan's door.

　　Han Shuifa really thought that Wu Shaobai was dealing with the transfer.

　　Although he was unfamiliar with this student, he knew that the group of people in the medical school were really eagerly waiting for him to come. In addition, the rumor that Wu Shaobai was going to be transferred to the Chinese Department in the past 29 days was quite noisy. The person in charge of the hospital even went to Yan Xi on purpose.

　　I want to know about Wu Shaobai's situation.

　　What can Yan Xi say?Can you say that your nephew came because he was there, and it was convenient for him to apply to the Philosophy Department to skip classes?

　　How is that possible.

　　So you can only play sloppy eyes.

　　Then, Han Shuifa took a deep understanding of Wu Shaobai, and transferred out his volume on Marxist-Leninist philosophical speculation at the end of the first half term.

　　It's okay not to look at it, just looking at it like this, he found that the child's dialectical thinking is quite strong, and he is indeed a good seedling of philosophy.

　　Scholar, love is ardent.

　　As a big boss like Zhang Wenquan, he couldn't possibly allow such a potential seedling to slip away from under his nose.

　　So he was stuck in time and directly armed and raided Zhang Wenquan's office...

　　Then I saw Wu Shaobai, who was sitting in front of Zhang Wenquan's desk uncharacteristically, and Zhang Wenquan, who was sitting on the guest sofa, looking as excited as the audience.

　　"Zhang Yuan, what are you doing?"

　　Han Shui asked suspiciously.

　　In fact, the two are doing experiments.

　　Because this meeting is at noon, Zhang Wenquan has another class at 2:[-] pm. He has been studying this "Nine-Headed Case" in the past few days and found that the more he studies, the more interesting it is.

　　Cross talk is an art of language.

　　Although compared with the arts of Jingping Bangqu, it was only born in the past [-] years, but in the past [-] years, many amazing and brilliant people have been born.Whether it's those traditional comic dialogues, or these stand-ups handed down by word of mouth, as well as various Taiping lyrics and the like.

　　Although it sounds inferior, there is really a surprising way to study the [-]-year-old culture of the Celestial Dynasty and to use language to bring humor or humor to the audience.

　　Whether it's "Criticism of the Three Kingdoms", "Dang Xing Lun", or "Eight Fan Screens", "Anti-Seven Mouths" and other traditional crosstalk that have been handed down, in the view of him, the master of Chinese studies, it is really amazing. The skill is in it.

　　Therefore, the more he researched, the more he could find out how fascinating the essence of this group of cross talk talkers had gathered over a hundred years of wisdom.

　　When you get old, your personality becomes like a child.

　　So when Han Shuifa interrupted him like this, Zhang Wenquan waved his hand immediately:

　　"Xiao Han, you sit first, I have class in a while, don't delay your time."

　　"Uh……"

　　Han Shuifa respects Zhang Wenquan quite a bit, so he is not annoyed when he hears these urging words, he just sits next to Zhang Wenquan curiously, squeezes his wrist on Wu Shaobai who stood up, and asks him to sit down.

　　Although he didn't know what to do, it could be seen that the two seemed to be doing something.

　　"Come here, drink the tea and pour it yourself, you're welcome. Just this part, you're here, and you want to listen to others? Hey, you have to pay at least fifty."

　　"..."

　　Han Shui thought to himself that I couldn't afford fifty dollars. What's wrong?

　　But this meeting did not refute Zhang Lao's intentions, poured himself a cup of tea, and heard Zhang Wenquan urged:

　　"Okay, okay, kid, stop the ink, hurry up. There will be classes in a while, you will go to class with me later, it just so happens that your dean is here... Xiao Han, I will take a leave of absence with you. , this child has to come with me this afternoon."

　　"Uh……"