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On Saturday, Zhou Wenhui's lecture was held in the history department classroom, and students from other departments who came to hear him took over the windowsills of the classroom.

They didn't necessarily want to listen to the speech; they simply wanted to get to know the editor-in-chief of the daily newspaper's supplement in preparation for the possibility of publishing a short piece of text later.

Zhou Wenhui wore a white shirt, straight trousers, and shiny leather shoes on his prosthetic leg.

The clothes were all chosen by Qiaoqiao, and the overall look was mature, composed, and scholarly.

Zhou Wenhui stepped onto the podium under the guidance of teacher He Yuan.

"Dear students, Professor Zhou, who is giving a lecture to our History Department today, is a hero who has published a book called 'The Silent Hero.' It is a great honor for Professor Zhou to volunteer to give a lecture to the History Department, so please listen carefully. Okay, please welcome our Professor Zhou Wenhui."

Zhou Wenhui walked onto the podium with a gentle and refined demeanor, his hands empty-handed, his steps firm and resolute.

"Wow, Professor Zhou is so handsome!"

Wang Min nudged Qiaoqiao excitedly, while Qiaoqiao smiled, feeling incredibly proud.

He, Zhou Wenhui, is my husband.

"You girls only judge by appearance, you don't even know if you're pregnant," Gu Tong'an said with dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong with looks? Pan An was so handsome that even the princess favored him. Is it wrong for us mortals to like handsome men?"

Wang Min retorted that if even a married woman like her was moved, other young girls must be even more eager for romance.

"Don't forget, the ten most handsome men in history were all devoted lovers. Take Pan An, for example. After his wife died, he never remarried and even wrote the famous line, 'When my son returns to the netherworld, we will be forever separated by the earth.'"

When it comes to history, everyone in the history department is a talent.

"I'm not talking to you anymore, let's listen to the speech."

Qiaoqiao didn't speak, she just listened, and no matter what they said, she felt it was praise for Zhou Wenhui.

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhou Wenhui. I am honored to be here at Huailin University today to discuss a historical topic with you all: values ​​and worldviews."

Zhou Wenhui spoke slowly, clearly, and gently. Surprisingly, there was not a sound of noise from the two or three hundred students inside and outside the classroom.

"The three views are worldview, outlook on life, and values. Students should often discuss outlook on life and values, but rarely think about what worldview is. To put it simply, what you see is your worldview, even a dog has its own worldview."

The students burst into laughter, and Zhou Wenhui laughed along, making him look even more scholarly. Qiaoqiao frowned and said, "I told you not to laugh."

Zhou Wenhui pointed out the window; the early summer sun was shining brightly, and birds were singing.

"What we see is birdsong and fragrant flowers; we know early summer has arrived. If it were a dog, it wouldn't see birdsong and fragrant flowers, but rather... 'If only this tree were a pile of poop.'"

The students burst into laughter, but after laughing, they realized it made sense. Yes, dogs only care about filling their stomachs; excrement is more important than birdsong and fragrant flowers.

"We are human beings, not dogs, so our worldview is about daily necessities, beautiful mountains and flowing water, peace and stability, and the beauty that belongs to everyone's heart."

"Beautiful" is a neutral word. In his mind, "beautiful" means having an endless supply of braised pork.

Her ideal is to have a perfect husband.

His idea of ​​making money was through speculation and profiteering.

His ideal of success involves painstakingly finding a good job. What is considered ideal by each individual is not necessarily correct; it's merely their personal perception of what is right. This creates different worldviews.

As he spoke, Zhou Wenhui casually pointed to a male student: "Excuse me, what is your definition of 'beauty'?"

The male student stood up and said timidly, "My dream is to graduate quickly, get a job and earn money to treat my mother's illness."

Zhou Wenhui's smile froze, and he bowed slightly: "I'm sorry, your mother will definitely get better."

"Thank you, teacher."

Zhou Wenhui then pointed to a male classmate: "What is your definition of beauty?"

"I want to be a teacher and guide my students to understand China's vast five-thousand-year history."

Zhou Wenhui nodded and said, "Everyone has a different worldview because they live in different environments and have different experiences. The student just now had a different worldview: his mother was sick and he wanted to earn money to treat her."

One day, you'll come to believe that your mother's incurable illness can be cured with just one pill. Your worldview will inevitably undergo a complete transformation.

"Teacher Zhou, you're absolutely right."

The students began to applaud; so this was their worldview.

"Okay, now let's talk about philosophy of life. Philosophy of life is built upon worldview; whatever worldview you have, that determines your philosophy of life."

For example, that student just now, his worldview only revolves around curing his mother's illness. One day, his mother was cured by a single pill that cost a dime, and he would tell his friends, "Believe me, it's true, just one pill can cure a stubborn disease."

His friend scoffed, "How could that be? You're lying." This is a difference in worldview. Because his friend hadn't experienced it, hadn't seen it, in his preconceived worldview, such a miraculous medicine simply couldn't exist.

"Today I'm standing here to tell you all about a small pot. We wash the rice, put it in, plug it in, and the rice is cooked in half an hour. Do you think that's true?"

"It's not real, such a thing doesn't exist. Cooking requires fire; how can you cook without fire?"

"Teacher, I heard there are pressure cookers that can stew meat until it's very tender, but they also need a fire."

Zhou Wenhui smiled slightly: "Actually, the kind of rice cooker I'm talking about is called an electric rice cooker. Some families in big cities have already started using it, but it's expensive, so very few people in Huailin can afford it. Maybe in three to five years, your families will all be able to use one."

"Does such a thing really exist? The cafeteria uses steam to cook rice; I've never seen an electric rice cooker."

"Yes, it seems like the International Hotel has them."

"It's amazing that it can cook rice just by plugging it in!"

Qiaoqiao had never seen a rice cooker before, but she believed Wenhui that such a convenient thing must exist in the world.

Hopefully, in my lifetime I will be able to use an electric rice cooker, so I won't have to watch the coal stove, worrying that the rice won't cook properly or that it will burn.

"Worldview and philosophy of life are macroscopic things, while values ​​are a powerful tool for testing each person's character."

Zhou Wenhui continued, "You history students, what kind of person do you consider a hero?"

"Those who defend their country are heroes, and teachers are heroes."

"A hero is one who is invincible in battle, like Bai Qi."

"Those who govern a peaceful country are heroes, such as Emperor Renzong of Song."

"Those who are eager to save the common people are like the Ming Taizu (Emperor Hongwu)."

The students spoke enthusiastically. They had their own heroes, whether they were historical figures or ordinary people around them.

Zhou Wenhui gave a thumbs up: "I, Zhou Wenhui, am proud of the youth of contemporary China. You are truly the pillars of our times, and you all have very correct values."

Qiaoqiao had a happy smile on her face. The man shining on the stage was her husband. He was knowledgeable, handsome, and full of talent. Wow, I'm so lucky. I've found the most precious treasure.

"The teacher is wrong. Wu Dan doesn't have the right values," Wang Min muttered.

Qiaoqiao couldn't listen to anything and looked at Zhou Wenhui with deep affection.