Outsiders

Chapter 13 Even if the wind blows away overnight, only by the shallow water of reed flowers!
I remember being taken fishing by my father when I was a child, and I became addicted to it. I had nothing to do in the afternoon, and I planned to accompany my father to play in the Shenzhen Reservoir.

Father was sorting out his fishing rods, just as serious and rigorous as he remembered when he was a child, except that he had an extra pair of glasses and white hair all over his head.

I said, "Dad, let me do it!"

He said with a smile, "You're sloppy, you'll be fine in a while!"

My mother came back from drying clothes outside, saw me coming back and smiled and said, "The old man thinks I'm long-winded, so I'm going to go fishing again." Hearing what my mother said, I also burst out laughing!

These two old people have been chattering all their lives!

I said, "Mom! How about going to get some air together?"

"I don't want to go, I went to see that the old man couldn't catch any fish, I was so anxious, I went down with just one stone!" I couldn't help laughing.

My dad looked back at my mom, "Shut up! Be careful not to get caught in your throat by a fishbone!"

My mother curled her lips, "I'll see the baby! Langzi take good care of your father!"

I promised, "Don't worry! Mom!"

Fishing with my father reminds me of the first fish he took me to catch, the first time he came to the river to beat me up angrily, looking at my father with gray hair, I always feel warm in my heart, very happy Long and warm.

I walked up behind him "Dad, do you remember a poem you taught me? It's about fishing!"

Father looked at the reservoir and pondered for a while.

He read softly and slowly, "I don't tie the boat when I come back from fishing. The moon in Jiangcun is falling asleep. Even if the wind blows away overnight, I'm only beside the reed flowers and shallow water!"

At this time, my nose was sore, and I burst into tears. ---
After staying at home for a few days, a friend from the Department of Education in Nanjing called me and asked me to talk about art education.

After discussing with me, my younger brother suggested that I go there. Nanjing is the base for me to start a business after graduating from university, where my relationships and connections are all there.

Immediately, I talked to my parents about the situation, and my parents agreed to talk about it. After all, art education is my old profession.

But I tried not to touch the paintbrush during the years I was away, just because of one thing!

My father looked at me, "If you think about it, you can try again, but don't touch the bottom line!"

"I nod, let's talk first!" Many people will ask, where does art education touch the bottom line?I can only say that there are many places where the bottom line is touched, very serious!The industry is deep!I don't want to say more.

The next day, at Nanjing Lukou Airport, my friend sent someone to pick me up. Along the way, I looked at the once very familiar scenery and streets and fell into deep thought for a long time.

This place I love deeply, this place full of my youth, maybe I just come back to take a look, maybe I will stay here for a long time!Maybe I will travel far!
Scenes of the past rolled in my mind, and the pictures like film films made me freeze all the time!
Let's talk about everything!We met at the small pavilion of Mochou Lake to listen to the rain, and as soon as we entered the gate, we saw "Three Poems of Spring Hate" by Tang and Qian Jue

The guilty general was in the Northern Dynasty, and the grass in Qinhuai was green.

Gaotai's concubine's soul was exhausted, so Qiu Chi made a move.

Lintao has been garrisoned for a long time, but the report has not returned, and the incense sticks have been sold out.

The body is light and willing to compare with the blue butterfly, and thousands of miles are still looking for grass to fly.

Yongxiang often hears about the small garden tour, and the old kindness is hard to get back like tears.

Junqian is willing to report new colors, and the round fan must prevent Bailuqiu.

It seems to have a feeling. !I remember that in the past, a group of friends used to have a good time here, and the familiar Qinhuai song girl sounded in my ears. This situation is not enough to see and taste, but I feel a little lonely!

"Brother Shanlang!" From a distance, he saw an unusually gentle man walking over with a smile on his face.

I also went straight over, and we hugged each other tightly, "Shan Lang, I haven't seen you for a few years, I'm tanned! I'm wronged!"

I hurriedly said, "It's okay! I heard that Brother Yang has entered the Education Department? Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!"

Yang Ye hurriedly said, "It's a hard job! It's only necessary for work! Eat first! Talk slowly!"

Yang Ye led me into the private room, there were six people including me in the private room, and then introduced, "This is the Qiao Shanlang I mentioned to everyone!"

Then introduce one by one, "This is Liu Xiao from Yangzhou, Jin Xiao from Suzhou, and this beauty is the school assistant of Suzhou Xiangcheng Bozhong!"

I nodded one by one, sat down briefly, and said that there is no banquet without wine. After a few glasses of wine, everyone became familiar with each other. We talked about the current college entrance examination rate, which is the lifeblood of all high schools. The reason why we will do together.

Jiangsu attaches more importance to education than any other place in the country. Every school is competing. In fact, the rewards given by the Provincial Department of Education are quite optimistic, so many schools will try to take some shortcuts.

For example, many schools have been quite successful in improving the admission rate of undergraduates through learning art, so they are paying more and more attention to it!
I said that even if students study art, their cultural background should not be bad. Students with good cultural background actually have relatively high comprehension. They have a little talent in painting, but not all, or only 1%, and professional skills learning. The year can basically pass, but the cultural line is stuck there.

Therefore, I suggest that students with better cultural performance but who cannot pass the undergraduate course should be one echelon, and those who can pass the art undergraduate course in previous years should be another echelon, and those with excellent cultural performance should go to 985 schools!In this way, the school will kill two birds with one stone, solve the undergraduate admission rate, and at the same time improve its reputation and pave the way for future enrollment work.

The principals of each school agreed one after another, saying that they would do their best to mobilize all students!It seems that this trip was worth it, maybe it's back to the old business!
I just finished drinking, and I still can't get enough of it. Everyone proposed to sing, and I didn't refuse. After all, it is a public entertainment project. I drove directly to the singing dealer on Huju Road!

Just when I was about to enter the hall, I met an acquaintance who waved to me from a distance. I took a closer look and it was definitely Hu San'er.

He is someone I met in high school. He often came to us to show him paintings in high school, "Brother Shanlang! I didn't expect to meet here! I haven't seen you for more than ten years!"

"Yes! Why are you in Nanjing? Are you developing here?" I asked.

Then I looked at a group of people waiting for me, waved to them, and signaled them to go in first!Hu San'er said, "I signed a contract with a gallery here and barely survived. By the way, do you know about your mentor?"

"Teacher Ling? What happened to him?" I was a little surprised!

Hu San'er pulled me aside, "Teacher Ling had an accident at home some time ago, and now he is critically ill again!"

I anxiously asked, "What's the situation? Be specific!"

Hu San'er also shook his head, "I don't know the specific situation, I only found out not long ago, but what I know is that he is now in his hometown in Shanghai"!
We then exchanged a few pleasantries, left each other's phone calls, and I hurried into the lobby!

(End of this chapter)