The next day, Professor Ferdinand called to say goodbye, saying that he was going to Xiangjing University to give an academic speech based on the itinerary. The invitation was faintly revealed in the verse, and he planned to copy the two-year debate at Chazhou University so that the speech could be more exciting and beautiful.

Song Baojun was very moved, but in the end he refused politely. He had no energy, and the other was that his theory was not perfect enough and was not suitable for giving a special speech.

Professor Ferdinand admired Song Baojun very much. After the dinner last night, the two chatted through email for a long time. Song Baojun extracted some of his views and discussed them with Ferdinand. He also analyzed the impact of Chinese and English on their respective cultural circles. The more he read, the more he admired him, and felt that many things were mentioned to his heart.

Professor Fei has been studying for decades and rarely meets such students, and it is almost clear at a glance. It is like "meeting a soulmate in a mountain flowing water", and I can't help but feel happy.

Sometimes it is so simple for two people to be friends. The key is that the other party understands their own hearts. The so-called "to be in the world, how many friends can be together" is the truth. Both parties have a consistent viewpoint and mutual appreciation, and then friendship can last for a long time. Otherwise, even if a husband and wife have different values, never know, and don't bother to understand each other's thoughts, what's the point?

The two were having a stir, and Professor Fei also proposed to arrange for him to study at Brington University. Song Baojun felt it was not suitable, so he did not agree. Professor Fei could only express his regret.

Just after class at noon, Ye Jingchun stood in the corridor and wanted to wait for Song Baojun to have dinner together, and talked about signing a contract with the modeling company the day before. Unexpectedly, the head of the department He Jianmin called him to go to the office.

He Jianmin didn't know what the hell was going on. Since the two had a conflict over the Conservatory of Music, Song Baojun has never had any good feelings for him. Moreover, He Jianmin also swallowed a 40,000 yuan bonus for the October Gala special program.

Song Baojun didn't want to pay attention to it, but he thought something would turn around, so he said to Ye Jingchun: "Chunchun, you go to have dinner first, Director He has something to ask me for."

Ye Jingchun looked disappointed and said, "Okay, then you can accompany me tonight and you are not allowed to run away."

He walked to the office and knocked on the door, and said calmly inside: "Come in."

Song Baojun pushed the door open and entered. He Jianmin sat behind the desk with a focused look on reviewing documents. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and didn't even look at him, without any intention of greeting him.

"Director He, what's the matter with me?"

He Jianmin didn't look up, but just pointed at the sofa opposite impatiently and signaled him to sit first.

Oh! It’s true that I still want to leave it alone!

There are many ways for leaders to give their subordinates to be powerful. The most common one is to "grind". In name, it is to talk to subordinates, but subordinates ignore them and read the documents on their own. After waiting for an hour or two, the subordinates' temper will naturally be wiped out. That is the time when the leader really starts to attack.

Song Baojun was leisurely and walked around He Jianmin's office with his hands on his back. He first saw a pot of orchids at the door. Planted in a cloisonné porcelain basin, there were two clusters of blooming flowers, the leaves were like ink, the flowers were like silver bowls, the heights were interspersed, and the white corolla was graceful and graceful, and the dark green leaves were swaying. Just after watering, the water droplets on the flowers and leaves were shining crystal clear.

"Director He, your pot of orchid is beautiful, green, graceful, charming, and full of demeanor, which is heartbreaking." Song Baojun couldn't help but say: "A gentleman among orchids, must be compared with this, not to embezzle or accept bribes, have noble ambitions, and is also a gentleman among people's teachers."

He Jianmin looked up and glanced at him without saying a word.

Song Baojun said: "The varieties are a little worse. They are too vulgar. You can buy them in the Flower and Bird Market in the Cultural Palace. You can tell at a glance that they are three plants for ten yuan. Acquaintances can still get 20% off. You can buy one free variety, which is not worth much."

He Jianmin thought to himself that this is the famous and rare "silver ink", which costs several thousand yuan per pot, but it cannot be explained to this inexperienced student.

Song Baojun walked to the wall opposite the coffee table and looked at a calligraphy work hanging on it: "How is Dai Zongfu? Qi and Lu Qing are still green. The creation is beautiful, the yin and yang are cut off and the morning is dark. The clouds are swaying in the chest, and the birds are coming back to the eyes. They will reach the top and overlook the small mountains."

Du Fuzi's "Wangyue" is written in running cursive script, with full ink and silver hooks and iron strokes, which is quite pleasing to the eye. The following chapter "Accompanies the leaders of the Education Bureau to see the beautiful scenery of Chazhou University, chant the minds of the people. Jianmin's book, at the end of the autumn of the 1895 year." It turned out that Director He personally wrote it.

Song Baojun shouted: "This calligraphy is amazing. He is very good at using his pen and has strict rules. He is indeed a famous artist."

He Jianmin glanced at him again and said to himself: "You can also see the various tricks in my calligraphy?"

Song Baojun said: "But the artistic conception is a little worse. There is no open atmosphere in Du Fu's original poems. Every stroke is perfect. It is like an old scholar who cannot pass the imperial examination every year and wants to talk about the height of the temple and the distance of the rivers and lakes. It is ridiculous. It is also good to have a straightforward word. It is okay to set up a stall on the street during the New Year, but it is not enough to write this "Wangyue".

The pen in He Jianmin suddenly pierced two papers of paper, but he couldn't answer. This work was written by him when he was inspecting the Education Bureau in 2014. He was rated as "full of craftsmanship", so he didn't have the courage to give it out. He hung it on the wall of his office and talked about it as Song Baojun's evaluation was simply too accurate.

Song Baojun continued to walk to the edge of the sofa, lit a cigarette, and stared at the freehand landscape paintings on the wall.

He Jianmin couldn't help but look up straight and thought to himself: "You have nothing to say this time!"

It was the work of Li Qingyuan, a master of Chinese studies. The painting is a scene of "the warm spring river water of ducks", with gentle and gentle pens and elegant colors. Last year, he bought it in the gallery for 13,000 yuan. He pasted it twice and made a special trip to the office waiting for the appreciation of knowledgeable people. Friends said that the painting is worth at least 50,000 yuan.

Song Baojun looked at it for a long time and said, "The painting is very good, and it has a bit of the meaning of Mr. Li Qingyuan. The imitation is very meticulous. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see it."

He Jianmin frowned and said, "You said this is a imitation?"

"Is this a thing that goes? Of course it's a copy!" Song Baojun pointed to the painting and said, "But I still couldn't help but praise it. I used the pen and color to be perfect, and the artistic conception was also high. It seemed that I had obtained the true teachings of Mr. Li Qingyuan. It was indeed a good painting. It was sold for about a thousand yuan on the market."

He Jianmin suppressed the anger in his stomach and asked in a deep voice: "I bought this from Yulanzhai. Where did you tell that I copied the original work of Li Qingyuan?"

"The seals of Li Qingyuan's works are very particular. I looked at this painting, and there were four-sided seals. The first side was "Seasons in the Mountains", the second side was "Crown covered with Beijing", and the fourth side was "Qingyuan Lao Chen". Let me talk about the third side, look at this seal, Li Qingyuan was called "Master of Xinshui Pavilion", but this seal was clearly engraved with "Master of Xinshui Tower". I didn't tell others that he was painting a fake?"

He Jianmin rushed forward like an arrow, pushed his glasses against the bridge of his nose, and looked carefully. The seal was engraved with small seal script, with the font like bird patterns, twisted and complicated, and it was difficult to identify. However, the characters of Ge and Lou were still very different. At the moment, his heart was like a big stone sinking to the bottom.

"There is another proof. Director He reads the inscription and reads the "Written in the Spring Festival of the Bingshu Year". The Bingshu Year is the 2006th year of the Western calendar. I remember that the news said that Mr. Li Qingyuan had just celebrated his 60th birthday in 2010 and specially engraved the seal of "Qingyuan Lao Chen" to be used as a souvenir. There was no one before. Tell me why the seal of 2010 was printed on the work of 2006?"

He Jianmin pursed his lips tightly and stared at the spring river water warm map, his eyes almost on fire.

"Of course, some people like to be arty, so you can buy one or two fakes as a storefront. I can't comment on anything, hahahahaha!"

As Song Baojun laughed, He Jianmin's face was as dark as ink, so he was about to rush forward and tore the fake to pieces.

After taking a few breaths, he finally forced himself to hold back and waved his hand and said, "Song Baojun, I'm calling you here today, there's something I'm telling you."

Song Baojun sat down on the sofa and said in a big way: "Tell me." He reached out to dust the ashes, looking like a leader.

He Jianmin sat back behind his desk and asked in a deep voice: "Song Baojun, did you attend the speech at the School of Foreign Languages ​​yesterday?"

“Yes, what?”

He Jianmin slapped the table lightly, with a very stern expression: "Song Baojun, as a student in the Chinese department, you are going to participate in the activities of the Foreign Languages ​​College. What do you think in your heart? Do you think Chinese is not easy to learn? That's fine, I'll get you a transfer procedure right away."

Song Baojun was frightened since childhood and smiled slightly when he heard this: "Are students from this department allowed to participate in foreign department activities? Please provide me with regulations. If there is really, I promise not to commit it again in the future."

Which university in the world would make such unreliable regulations? He Jianmin just wanted to scare him and said, "I'm afraid you are ignorant of your studies and will be ugly in Chinese in front of others. If you are very academic, of course I agree with it. You are not the problem!" He Jianmin said and threw out a document. It was Song Baojun's transcript last semester. It was full of red and failed every subject. He passed the test only after paying money to get a re-examination.

The transcript floated and slid onto the floor.

Song Baojun didn't take a look at him anymore and said, "Director He is worried. Even if I make a fool of myself, I will make my own ugly. How much does it have to do with the Chinese Department?"

He Jianmin said: "Hmph, don't want to repent!"

Song Baojun did not respond, and the atmosphere fell into embarrassing silence.

After a long time, He Jianmin took a sip of strong tea and stood up and said, "Song Baojun, no rules can be achieved. The teacher is the leader of your life after all. I also argued with my mentor when I was young and energetic."

As he said that, he took out a box of Yuhu cigarettes and pushed them on the table, and changed his tone: "Actually, I said so much for your own good. Jade cannot be made into a weapon without being carved. You have talent, but it must be polished." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!