The Blaze of Xueba

Wedge: between ten years

The economy of City A is connected to the north, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai. The first-class is more than the second-class. There are many high-rise buildings, the zoning is neatly planned, and all kinds of transportation are parallel. Even if you want to get lost on the street, you can't get lost.

University A, as a famous university in city A, spends a lot of money every year to hire various academicians from other places to make the already excellent university shine.

Although University A is a comprehensive university, its strength in liberal arts is generally stronger than that in science and engineering.Zhou Yan is the youngest professor of literature at University A. He studied at University A as an undergraduate.

Liberal arts has a long history, and in theoretical research, one paper can often determine the world, and he even wrote two papers at once!

Zhou Yan won the title of famous scholar at a young age, so the school arranged for him an apartment not far from the school and gave him a special office.

Zhou Yan originally only wanted to concentrate on theoretical research, and didn’t want to teach lectures, let alone lead postgraduates and doctorates, but because of his dignity, professors who were much older than him in the same industry all attended classes. He felt that it was not good for him to be too frivolous, so He proposed to the school the decision to attend a class once a week. The school felt that he was afraid of wronging him by making him a professor, so he agreed to his request without hesitation.

Zhou Yan is 27 years old this year. He wears a white shirt and black trousers in summer, and a white sweater with gray girls in winter. He is also engaged in the study of ancient literature, and he has a strong taste of classics. If he is dressed in Hanfu, he is the contemporary Cao Zhi.

In addition to fulfilling his responsibilities as a teacher, Zhou Yan's lectures to undergraduates are actually expressing the desire to communicate as a normal human being.

He doesn't bring doctors and postgraduates because he thinks that this group of people is too mature and sophisticated, no matter what they do, they have a lot of scheming. He doesn't like to communicate with such people, and he feels tired. Besides, some doctoral students are old enough to be him. Dad.

On the contrary, undergraduates are different. They have just entered university, they are still childish, and their love for literature is sincere.You don't need to talk about theory when you give lectures to undergraduates, but you can analyze Chu Ci and Han Fu for them, and they will be very happy.

Most of the students in the class are female students. Zhou Yan found that his class is always overcrowded. A huge lecture hall is full of people, most of them are girls, and some are from other majors. Zhou Yan didn't think much about it. , or take his class.

On the one hand, these girls came here because of their fame, and on the other hand, they came here because of their looks.When get out of class was over, a bold girl asked Zhou Yan directly if he had a girlfriend.

Zhou Yan immediately became serious, "What are you thinking about all day long? If you don't listen carefully in class, what are you thinking?"

The girl who was close started laughing, Zhou Yan swept over with a cold light, the air was almost freezing, the people in the seat immediately quieted down, peeking at Zhou Yan with a pair of eyes, thinking in his heart: good Serious teacher.

Zhou Yan is young and promising, with a sharp figure and appearance. Apart from reading books, he has no other special hobbies. He does not smoke, drink or swear. I am a loner, 80.00% of the time I have a straight face, I rarely smile, except for class and writing papers, either at school or in the apartment.

To put it bluntly, he is an old pedant, but such an old pedant has a good-looking face, which makes others easy to imagine.

When Zhou Yan first became a professor, he met a 30-year-old woman who chased after him. This middle-aged woman is a post-doctorate in literature. This post-doctorate kindly proved that it is possible for a doctor to have no offspring. Her hair is thin and her face is full You Guang Tian Tian has a pair of panda eyes, and she doesn't like to groom herself. I don't know where she got the courage to chase Zhou Yan.

Although Zhou Yan usually seems to talk very little, he is very firm in his heart. After the postdoctorate sent him harassing text messages for three consecutive days, he resolutely gave her the deadliest blow with his tongue, making the postdoctorate flushed and crying in shame. , left University A the next day, made a living in other places, and even got married.

This shows that a poisonous tongue can also be a ladder of human progress.

As long as a person exists, he must accept prying eyes from all sides. What's more, for a radiant existence like Zhou Yan, others have a stronger desire for peeping.A 27-year-old man is single so far. He has never had a girlfriend during his postgraduate and doctoral studies. He is a successful person in society, looks like a celebrity, and lacks everything. Why is he still not married?

Not to mention getting married, he didn't even have the idea of ​​meeting people. He was used to being alone, no matter what others said or how they looked at him, he didn't care.

Why make do with it?

The night in City A in December was darker earlier. Zhou Yan put down the book full of notes, stretched his waist, and took a long breath, seeing that it was already six o'clock on the wall clock in the study.

A few days ago, the headmaster personally approached him to ask him to participate in the donation ceremony tonight. Every year, the alumni of University A who graduated and made their way in the society will donate money to the school, but this time they are not alumni of the school. Of course, it is normal. After all, University A It's the Niu School, and it's very honorable to donate money to the Niu School.

The principal asked him to participate in a sincere tone, and said that the donor admired him very much and had always wanted to see him.Although Zhou Yan does have a bit of fame, the so-called literature is still the antique-like classical literature he studied. It is all a small circle, and it is a matter of a small group of people. The donor is a famous company in the society. , and appointed him to participate?

strangeness.I didn't bother to think too much, Zhou Yan agreed, anyway, he wouldn't lose a piece of meat when he went.

Zhou Yan took off his glasses, walked out of the study, and opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains of the 17-story apartment. The sky outside was completely dark. Looking down, there were endless cars running around.

He stood by the window for a while, feeling bored, and drew the curtains again.The meeting starts at 7:20 p.m., and the school is a 6-minute walk from the apartment. It is now 10:[-], which is still very early.

He went to the kitchen, washed the pot, took out noodles, eggs, and vegetables from the refrigerator, and started to cook the noodles.

He used to dislike cooking very much, he either ordered takeaway or ate in the cafeteria, but just like all universities in China, the degree of bad taste in the cafeteria is positively correlated with the reputation index of the school, the prestigious school is only responsible for the irrigation of knowledge, no matter what you eat, The takeaway was delivered too late or too greasy.

When he was a Ph.D. student, he lived alone. When he was tired of reading and felt bored, he started to cook by himself. At first, it was to pass the time, but later he found that the more he cooked, the better it was. What a pity.

When the water boiled, Zhou Yan put the noodles in, added eggs, vegetables and ham, very vegetarian noodles. He usually eats such vegetarian noodles at night. The feeling of loneliness and emptiness will make him very uncomfortable.

After eating the noodles, I washed my own bowl. It was already 6:[-], and it was time to set off.He put on his gray woolen overcoat, put on short boots, took the keys, and went out.

Zhou Yan has been very repulsed by the so-called meetings since high school. He always "talks from the principal - the representative of the outstanding students - the director of the teaching". He always tries his best to push away as many boring meetings as possible. I don't know what they are arguing about, especially about literature, and they can't finish arguing for three days and three nights.

He estimated that the donation ceremony would take an hour, so he decided to listen to the meeting while sleeping with his eyes closed, and then went back to the apartment to continue reading the thesis.Walk to the central building of the school, press the elevator on the 20th floor, and arrive at the meeting room at 6:50.

The people who came here were old men in their 50s, all of whom were professors in the Faculty of Arts, and a few were 35 years old, which is considered young, except for Zhou Yan who has not yet reached his thirties.

He met a few familiar faces and politely showed his kindness. His doctoral advisor was the most prestigious in University A. Because of his age, he has retired now. The relationship in this literary circle is very complicated, not only academically, but also In terms of interpersonal relationships, there are also cliques. Although some people are older than him, he can be regarded as their uncle in terms of qualifications.

However, Zhou Yan is usually taciturn and rarely interacts with others. He always comes into contact with other people out of a kind of restrained courtesy, no matter their age or age, they are all equal, neither too much contact nor too indifferent.

A white-haired scholar came in, Zhou Yan stood up and offered his seat, "Teacher, sit down." The old man squinted his eyes, smiled, and asked, "Is Xiao Zhou here too? It's really strange."

Zhou Yan smiled cautiously and said, "Reading is boring, so come here to join in the fun."

Then there were more and more people, as if a pot of porridge was slowly boiling, Zhou Yan automatically retreated to the back and sat down. He turned on the phone, and there was only [-]% of the battery left. He was too lazy to use the phone and forgot to charge it. The biggest use of the mobile phone is to recharge the phone bill on Taobao, and the others are really useless to him.

He opened Moments boringly, no one he cared about, and it was even more boring. He hadn't opened QQ for several years, except that it was hung there, and when he swiped again, the phone had a black screen and automatically shut down.

He put his cell phone in his pocket, and it was quiet now. When he looked down at his cell phone just now, he didn't notice that someone was looking at him when he entered the door.

Seeing the principal walking in, Zhou Yan thought in his heart that he would repeat the pattern of "the principal speaks—the outstanding student representative speaks—the academic affairs director speaks", except that the outstanding student representatives in high school have been replaced by outstanding successful people.

The principal understands the righteousness and impassionedly reviewed the history of University A, and finally talked about today's protagonist, "Today our University A is very honored to receive the donation from Mr. Li Lie. Faculty and students invite Mr. Li Lie to speak."

Li Lie——

Which Li which Lie--

Zhou Yan has 200 degrees of myopia. He didn't wear glasses when he went out today, but seeing people is still not a problem. What is the difference between Li Lie ten years ago and Li Lie ten years later? Zhou Yan never thought that he would see him again , at such a time, at such a place.

Li Lie came to the stage in a suit and leather shoes with a smile on his face. He recognized Zhou Yan from the moment he entered the door just now, and he kept looking at him, but it was a pity that this brat kept his head down.

He held the microphone and said, "I also majored in liberal arts in high school, and I like literature very much. Later, something happened and I didn't study literature. This is my regret. Now I donate 1000 million to University A in the name of personal property. I hope that University A can better build the liberal arts and cultivate more outstanding talents for our country."

The 1000 million made this group of old men boil. Zhou Yan was not interested in money, his face was calm, he stared at Li Lie when he was speaking, and when he finished speaking, he didn't know where to put his gaze.

When Li Lie put down the microphone, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Afterwards came a lengthy speech by the director of academic affairs. Zhou Yan hung his head down, his head was buzzing, he couldn't hear anything clearly, and he didn't even know that the meeting was over, until Li Lie came over and patted him on the shoulder Just woke up suddenly.

Ten years later he came back.

The conference room was already empty, and there were only the two of them left. Li Lie sat down on the table and looked at Zhou Yan with a smile on his face, "Why are you stunned, do you remember me?"

Remember?How can you not remember? !How can a person who has hated for ten years and thought about it for ten years forget so easily.Zhou Yan's heart was churning like waves, he frowned, this person appeared too unexpectedly, his heart was wrapped in a mess.

Li Lie was happily waiting for Zhou Yan's beautiful smile when they met again, but unexpectedly Zhou Yan just said indifferently, "Sorry, I forgot, do we know each other?"

Li Lie was so angry that he almost fainted on the ground. He jumped off the table and got very close to Zhou Yan, with his nose touching his nose, "Honey, you are so cute when you tell lies."

Zhou Yan pushed him away and got up to leave. Li Lie chased after him, wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, pressed his ears and said, "Xiao Yan, I miss you very much."

This "Xiao Yan" shattered Zhou Yan's heart. He turned around, stared at him with red eyes and asked, "Ten years ago you left without saying goodbye, and now you appeared in front of me so unexpectedly. , Mr. Li, this is not how you play with people!"

Li Lie had a lot on his mind and wanted to tell him that he had endured for so many years not because he wanted to lose him again, maybe because he cherished him too much, but the words didn't go smoothly when he got to his lips, so he swallowed them back and became difficult. silence.

Zhou Yan pushed him away and said calmly, "I'm in a mess right now, please let me calm down first."

Li Lie really didn't want to let him go, but he just nodded slightly, and said a word in his throat, "Okay."

After Zhou Yan finally disappeared from his field of vision, Li Lie started to smoke, exhaled a long puff of smoke, and cursed, "You bastard!"

Zhou Yan ran home all the way against the cold wind, without turning on the lights, he ran to the bathroom in three steps and washed his face with cold water in two steps at a time. When the man hugged him just now, his blood was rushing hot all over his body. He said, his face was burning to death.

He turned on the light in the bathroom and looked at himself, as if what was in the mirror was not himself, but that person, and since he recognized that person, his mind was full of him.

He took off his shirt, and he didn't feel cold. On his left chest was a striking tattoo, engraved with a word - "Strong".

Is his name.

When he left him ten years ago, he was angry and sad and went to the tattoo parlor to engrave his words. The engraving was so deep that it was shocking, as if the words could still be so eye-catching 20 years later.

He smiled miserably, folded the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, pressed them on his lips, and then sent this affectionate kiss to the word "烈" on his chest.

Ten years later, Zhou Yan still loves him very much.

He turned on the hot water and lay in the bathtub with his clothes on, thinking about him and his past.

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