mousepad-d2 Chapter 40
Chapter 40
The so-called great educator is nothing more than the old gentleman in the past, after reciting two sentences, he said twice: "Good! Really good!——" The class was finished leisurely.
In fact, Bailuyuan didn't really attend classes for a few days.After graduating, he directly joined the school administration department for various reasons. After all these years of work, in fact, only the few days before graduation when he practiced seriously touched the teaching plan - the dean pushed this course to him. I don't expect him to teach, and I have a lot of thoughts about wanting him to fool around.
The so-called fooling is nothing more than having the ability to calm down the students.
The current students are not easy to take care of, and their stomachs are full of twists and turns.The well-known "Uncle Gen" of Huake, Principal Li Peigen, went to the middle school to give lectures, which made the unscrupulous boys and girls in the liberal arts classes speechless and unable to get off the stage.Their noses grow upward one by one, thinking that it is not me but the world that is wrong, thinking that no one can teach me what I want to learn... They just look down on you, thinking that even if you don’t hold a textbook and teach the Dream of Red Mansions according to the text, say It is also the academic point of view of the 80s; but the liberal arts can be said as much as they want, they have their own opinions, and they always tend to think that you are old, not that you are a teacher.
Bai Luyuan waved ink with his hand, carelessly, and wrote [-] kinds of characters in succession.Looking at the past, the students only felt that what hung on the blackboard was not the big and small "Yong", but [-] famous masters from ancient times to the present: Zhao, Mi, Huang, and the most popular and easy-to-learn Liu Yan...
After he turned around to put down his pen, he saw a group of astonishing eyes in the audience, and felt that he didn't know where to put his hand; he coughed lightly: "Hey, have you all seen it? Practice it yourself--ask if you don't understand I."
A student pointed sharply at the bottom word and asked, "Teacher! What is the last one?"
"That's my own font," he said calmly, "and there's nothing special about it."
"Whoa! - blah blah blah blah!"
"After you have mastered your writing, you can also create your own fonts." He said calmly.
"The teacher wrote really well!" The study committee took the lead and said sincerely.
Bai Luyuan was afraid that they would applaud again, so he hurriedly said, "You guys practice it—ask me if you don't understand."
Ten minutes later, Bai Luyuan regretted what he said just now.
"Just read the book/do your homework/practice...ask me if you don't understand" is really the panacea for all teachers.You can show off your kung fu to calm them down, and you can let them play by themselves-but that's based on the fact that they don't dare to bother you very much.
Bai Lu originally regretted not bringing a thermos bottle of tea water that all teachers have... Although it looks older and more like an "old" teacher, it can pass the two long class hours Light—it turns out he shouldn't have underestimated his popularity so much.
"Teacher Bai!" A few well-dressed girls who sat in the third row from the middle to both sides took the lead and waved to him with a smile, all of them had the mark of BB cream on their faces. Said enthusiastically: "Ms. Bai's own handwriting is so good! We want to learn Mr. Bai's handwriting, can we?"
"Teacher Bai, do you think my writing is good?"
"Teacher Bai, I still feel that holding the pen is not right..." A girl blinked at him desperately and said, "Can you teach me how to put my hand..."
Bai Luyuan tried his best to keep his face from cracking.He's not a boy anymore, and he has no interest in girls with pimples on his face-but he can't ignore them.He could only look down at their handwriting with a cold face, shook his head and said: "My handwriting is not good and not systematic - you should practice from the basics, and just write down the original willow style. "
The girls watched him go in disappointment.
"Mr. Bai!" Seeing that he was about to walk back, the study committee quickly stopped him: "Mr. Bai, do you think my writing is okay? ——I wrote it in the last class." She respectfully He handed the words to him sincerely and earnestly.
Bai Luyuan looked at it for a while, and also said seriously: "You are very serious... You have made great progress, if you continue like this, you will achieve something... But are you not very confident?"
The study committee members bowed their heads in shame.
"The characteristics of Yan body are rough and fine, and in your words it is fat," he looked at her and said, "To put it bluntly, you have to dare to write more—calligraphy is written once, not drawn; believe in yourself. Let go Let's start writing."
"Let go of writing."
When he said this, Chen Guancheng was sitting behind him - the seats in the first row were connected to him and the study committee members, but separated by an aisle.
——why... my heart beats so fast...
——The voice of the teacher of the Academic Affairs Office is really nice... It seems that you can go to the Academic Affairs Office at a young age, so you must have your own strengths...
Luckily he was sitting in the front row and no one noticed that he was blushing - he wasn't sure either.Anyway, he quickly shook his head and swiped his pen until the person next to him finally walked back.
This is the bad thing about the classes in the Faculty of Arts, Bai Luyuan thought with a sullen face, there were female voices chattering everywhere.Ten years, he has been working in the school for ten years, he is very clear about every group of girls on campus, the one sitting in the middle who just started to dress up is trying to please the teacher, and the one sitting next to him is dressed delicately and emaciated. Bad girl... wait, bad girl?
As soon as he turned to the end of the aisle, he saw a small figure coming in from the back door of the classroom.She seemed to be in a bad mood and in a bad mood. She smelled of cigarettes all over her body, and she was desperately typing on the keyboard of her mobile phone with both hands.
As soon as she looked up and saw Bailuyuan, she borrowed a piece of paper and a pen from the front, pouted and began to write.
Bai Luyuan couldn't help being a little curious, walked over to take a look, and saw that she was not holding the pen properly, writing a line of crooked words: "Liberal Arts College is a women's college"
Bai Luyuan's expression cracked: "What kind of body are you?"
As if the monitor didn't know him at all, he said in an irritable voice, "Mao Ti."
Girls really are beyond his comprehension!
Bai Luyuan quickly glanced at the classroom.Very good, three of the four boys in this class came, and the boy in love sitting in the middle and his wife sat so tightly that they couldn't be disturbed, except for the one in the first row in front...
There is also a silly-looking kid in round glasses behind.
He immediately walked over, looked at that silly boy, and couldn't help being stunned: ——this... at the level of this class, this is a genius!
He asked softly, "How did you come up with the idea of practicing calligraphy?"
The foolish boy wrote Wang Xizhi while smirking: "Hey, actually I have been practicing calligraphy since I was a child, and I am actually the president of the calligraphy association of the College of Arts."
Bai Luyuan suddenly felt choked, and could only turn around and leave.
Finally... After he walked through the chattering aisles, and assigned copying tasks to every nympho drooling girl who forcibly held him back, he finally felt that the world was more than half quiet.And then—and then walked back to the front row.
When Chen Guancheng heard the footsteps behind him, he suddenly felt nervous. He was practicing calligraphy in an aboveboard manner, but suddenly he felt shy and invisible... He quietly covered the words he had just written with a book, turned his head and continued to stare blankly. Practice the word "forever" on the blackboard.
As soon as I finished these, I only felt a voice gently hitting my ear: "I can't do a single word in the total practice."
With a shake of his hand, a large group of ink dots fainted on the paper.
Bai Luyuan looked down at him calmly, from his high angle, the back of the student's neck protruded from the hoodie, low, revealing a little fluff that had just grown, which was too subtle to be seen. Like an invisible thought...
He suddenly sighed, feeling heavy in his heart.He raised his hand and opened his book, revealing the line of words he just wrote: [Born less than a hundred years old] [Chang Huai thousand years of worry]
【Introduce the knife into a fast】
【Live up to the boy's head】
Bai Luyuan was stunned.
Chen Guancheng's face was suddenly stained red.He lowered his head, not daring to vent his breath—even though he clearly didn't know what was wrong.
Bai Luyuan pinched the piece of paper, looked at the patchwork of poems, and looked at him with complicated emotions: "Do you like Wang Zhaoming very much?"
"Well..." Chen Guancheng suddenly felt courageous for some reason, as if he was afraid that the teacher would question him: "Although he became like that later...but when he was in his teens and 20s, he dared to assassinate the regent. It was a good time at that time." Yes. Our teacher of modern literary history said that he had a bright future at that time, and he dared to do this when he didn’t want anything, “And you, you young people who are 20 years old, don’t understand anything and dare not do anything.” It's a pity that he became like that later on."
Chen Guancheng felt a little panicked after speaking, so he pulled out the words of the teacher of literary history to help him make a scene—unexpectedly, Bai Luyuan did not speak for a long time, and then put down the piece of paper after a while, and said softly: "He is a young man with aspirations. Undecided, always unstable... It's a pity, it's a pity, you can't learn from him. Especially writing, Wang's writing is too soft and soft."
"But I've seen Wan Tianhe's handwriting," he suddenly thought of Shenzhou Shen Lu's new cover, and said a little aggrievedly: "That handwriting is very good and energetic..."
Bai Luyuan raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "You want to write about Wan Tianhe? Okay, I'll teach you."
Chen Guancheng never looked back from the beginning to the end.If one looks back, Bai Luyuan's entire face is sunk in the long shadow behind the light, only a little light shines through the edge.He was silent, holding hands and connecting hearts... Chen Guancheng's heart was also beating darkly.
He didn't even blush this time, he got too close, and the blood seemed to fade away in an instant.He looked at those hands in a trance, those hands full of control - why did he feel that these hands were full of control?Is it because the whole self can grow and spread in those hands...
"Get started quickly," Bai Luyuan whispered in his ear, "The spirit of this sentence is a bit sad... But you students are young, if you have no experience, don't be sad; but the youthful spirit should always be There is……"
——Are you quick?Chen Guancheng thought dimly, but I am not writing... He is holding my hand and writing...
——Hand and hand, sticking together is like my own hand, and I don't feel it...
——But why does the blood all over the body seem to sink to the bottom of the feet...
"Calligraphy needs to be mastered. There is always a saying that 'everyone is old at the time of the meeting'... So later generations don't think highly of Tang Yin," he said with a bit of heat, hitting behind his ear, trembling slightly : "But I don't like that realm very much. Young people are better than young people——Wang Xizhi didn't seem very old when he was in Lanting..."
--Um……
--what are you saying?
--It's hot……
- can't hear...
——Why are you so nervous?
"The old man's blood is not in vain, and he made Tianhe one to cleanse Shenzhou—you see, this sentence is sad. After writing this kind of sentence, there should be a broken pen, to the effect that he is exhausted. This is the meaning of grief ——It also means young people... don't change the ink in the middle, remember to use a little force."
Chen Guancheng blinked, and looked at the layers of large characters spread out on the paper in front of him——
"Why are your hands shaking?" Bai Luyuan suddenly frowned and asked.
"Ah... this..." He suddenly turned his head and glanced at his teacher in horror.
That CG-like, somewhat erotic face...the imaginative face is really against the light, looking dark—even the eyes are dark.He only took one look, and turned away as quickly as a frightened bunny.
Bai Luyuan suddenly felt in a bad mood, those soft, ambiguous, and inexplicable emotions receded like water in an instant, he got up and stood up, and said coldly: "Practice yourself."
--Why do you like me?
——Or, do you really like me?
The sun shines in from the outside, falling directly into the boy's hoodie, depicting a dream on every piece of paper that is faintly scented with ink.
Chen Guancheng lowered his head and silently looked at the figure who turned away, feeling wronged for some reason...but he was so wronged that he had nothing to say.
Straight into the day, no intention to guess.