After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

Gao Liang also saw it and waved with a smile.

"Long time no see, classmate Lu... No, I should call him junior now."

"Yes, Senior, you work for the Student Union?"

"Yes, so when Brother Qian was arranging work, I heard your name and came over. I heard everything about you at the beginning of the school year. You're amazing! A lot of sophomores and juniors know you."

"Haha, when I wrote this, I never thought the principal would see it."

Lu Qingfeng really didn't expect that this would make him famous.

At that time, he felt that these two lines of poetry from his previous life were in line with his mood at that time.

After a brief conversation, Gao Liang took him into the library.

"I have found all the information you want in advance."

"Sorry, senior."

"Don't be so polite. Our library has information management, so these materials are easy to find."

Although Peking University Library took a long time to build, it has undergone several renovations, and its internal facilities are brand new and the space is spacious and bright.

In addition to new books, there are also some books that are not available on the market.

For example, there are some large volumes of modern history collected in the Li Dazhao Reading Room.

Gao Liang took him to Room 223, which is also the history book reading room.

There were already students studying here, and the two people's entry only attracted the attention of the people in front.

Most are immersed in books.

All the books he needed were already laid out on a table.

"Take a look. I don't know exactly what kind of information you need, so I'll just find some information about our school's history and culture. Take a look first, and let me know if there's anything missing."

"I'm reading right in front of you."

Gao Liang lowered his voice and spoke softly.

Lu Qingfeng nodded, without any hesitation, and sat down to take out a pen and paper from his schoolbag. Then he flipped through the book and picked up a book called "A Study on the Historical Facts of the Founding of Peking University" and started reading.

While watching, record some things.

At noon, the two went to eat.

Gao Liang told him.

"After dinner, let's rest for a while, then do some shopping and go to Professor Xia's place around one. The old man has the habit of taking a nap, so this is the perfect time to go."

Lu Qingfeng nodded and asked curiously.

"Can you tell me about Professor Xia?"

"I'm not sure about that. Professor Xia is quite old and stopped teaching long before we enrolled."

Gao Liang wasn't very clear either.

Lu Qingfeng said nothing more after hearing this.

After lunch, the two went to the supermarket to buy some fresh fruits and carried them to the vicinity of Xiyuan.

There is a Weixiu Garden here, which is said to have been the residence of princes in the past and is now a dormitory for faculty and staff.

There are green trees around here, and it's cool to walk under them.

When they got nearby, Gao Liang stopped and pointed at a figure downstairs of the dormitory building not far away.

"That's Professor Xia. Please go ahead. I won't bother you anymore."

Lu Qingfeng nodded and walked over.

When he got closer, he could see Professor Xia clearly.

A gray-haired man wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, loose pants, and a pair of easy-to-put-on-and-off cloth shoes.

Sitting under the shade of a tree, I watched a four or five-year-old child playing alone not far away.

"Professor Xia."

Lu Qingfeng shouted.

The man turned around, looked him up and down, and smiled kindly.

"You're the student who said he wanted to write a tribute song and talk to the older generation."

Professor Xia is not tall, but his eyes are bright and he doesn't look as gloomy as an old man.

"Sorry to bother you."

Lu Qingfeng quickly bowed and greeted him.

"I'm a person who has nothing to do every day. Why bother you? Sit down. I also want to chat with you young people."

Lu Qingfeng sat down as he was told and placed the fruit on the stone table.

The old man took a look and said nothing, but asked.

"newborn?"

"Yeah, I just started school this year."

"From that academy?"

“Department of Chinese.”

Lu Qingfeng answered obediently.

"Kids nowadays are the best. They are both good at literature and martial arts. I'll tell you everything you want to know. It's been a while since I've chatted with young people."

Lu Qingfeng thought about it.

"Why don't you talk about your impressions of Peking University when you were young?"

“The old Peking University!”

The old man looked at the child not far away and did not speak for a long time.

Lu Qingfeng just waited quietly.

After a long while, the old man slowly spoke.

"When I was his age, the North China Incident occurred and the Japanese imperialists further invaded China. At that time, the war was approaching Beijing."

"A group of Fuso ronin ran to the Red Building and said they wanted to take over Peking University."

"It was already the most urgent moment."

"At that time, I was too young to understand what it meant to have my country destroyed and my family ruined. My brothers and sisters discussed things every day that I couldn't understand."

"They were humiliated, depressed, and angry, but the power of an individual was too small at that time."

"Until the August 1 Declaration was issued in northern Shaanxi, I clearly remember that day. The young people in the city were very excited. I didn't understand it at the time, but later I realized that they saw hope."

"The Yenching Student Union was established, and many students took to the streets to protest, demanding an end to the civil war and a united resistance against Japan."

"At that time, Peking University didn't have a student union yet, so not everyone received the news, and many students were still attending classes."

"I was playing nearby that day when I heard someone shouting: Peking University, rise up, Peking University, restore the May Fourth spirit."

"The campus bells rang, and all the students rushed out of their classrooms and dormitories to join the parade."

"You asked me about my impression of Peking University. This is a scene I will never forget in my life."

Lu Qingfeng listened quietly to the octogenarian recounting his memories of the past.

There are no ups and downs in the plot, nor any passionate words.

I am just describing what I have seen with my own eyes in the past.

Perhaps this was the simplest idea of ​​every student in that era.

Lu Qingfeng thought of a sentence, which might not be appropriate, but applicable.

Read for the rise of China.

Professor Xia said a lot, some of which were very fragmentary and sometimes mixed with some of his personal thoughts.

After talking for nearly two hours, he could see that the old man was a little tired.

After all, he is older.

"Professor Xia, it's getting late. I'll come back another day."

"it is good."

The old man looked at the sky and nodded.

Then he said again.

"Just wait a moment."

Then he took out a stack of money from his pocket and took out a hundred-dollar note and gave it to him.

"Here, you little kid still need to study, so don't buy anything here in the future."

Lu Qingfeng was in a dilemma whether to accept it or not.

"If you don't accept it, don't come here next time."

He had no choice but to accept it.

"Professor Xia, by doing this, I can actually make money from you."

"Hahaha."

Professor Xia couldn't help laughing.