Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 2 I, Bao Guowei, only love to be generous and decent

"When did Guowei write such good calligraphy?"

Standing on the big stone at the entrance of the alley, Hu Da, who had a broad face and slightly greasy clothes, was holding a cigarette in one hand and a piece of yellow paper in the other hand. He could see clearly under the sun.

Lao Bao was holding the beautiful brand cigarette he had just shared from Hu Da in his mouth. The wrinkles on his face were smiling and his eyes were narrowed into slits.

He doesn't know much about his literacy, only his name and some simple daily expressions. In addition, he has suffered from eye disease in recent years. He can't recognize the words on the paper at all. He can only vaguely see the neat handwriting and graceful strokes, like Just like a painting.

"I couldn't believe it before, but when I walked in the door I saw it clearly. Guowei was writing on paper with a pencil."

Hu Da is a talkative master, and he has always been close to Lao Bao. As a cook in the Qin Mansion, he attended a private school for several years when he was a child, and he knows some words.

"I've only seen this kind of calligraphy on old men's calligraphy and paintings. It's much more difficult to write than ordinary large characters. What is it called thin body?"

The two old men thought about it for a long time and didn't know what the calligraphy was. It was really difficult for them to identify this kind of calligraphy that only gentlemen and wives could deal with.

But no matter how you say it, Hu Da finally defined the character of this word, which can be described in two words.

Awesome!

"Can you help me see what's written on this?"

A trace of rosiness appeared on Lao Bao's dark face. He took out his hands and baked them in the sun. After absorbing the heat, he felt comfortable all over.

"It seems to me...making money, making money, making money."

"Make money?"

Lao Bao frowned, a little confused.

Hu Da felt a little embarrassed, and his eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the words below.

"Here's the key point! Old Bao! Look here it says study hard, hit the six goals, exercise hard, and keep running every day."

After reading the next few words, Hu Da patted Lao Bao on the shoulder and said.

"Tsk, tsk, top six? It's not a small ambition. I know that what is taught in foreign schools is extraordinary, not even after spending so much money. I think your family, Guowei, will become a foreign master and a high official in the future."

Hearing Hu Da's praise, Lao Bao's eyes disappeared in laughter, and he sniffed slightly.

He thought of the scene when Bao Guowei had just entered school, sitting at the desk and writing seriously, and also thought of how he would look in a suit and a gentleman's hat in the future.

He wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, but still tried his best to hold back the happiness in his heart, and exhaled softly and said.

"There's no way to talk about this. I just need Bao Guowei to speak up and stop being like me and live a different life. But the tuition is really not easy! Hu Daqian has a lot of money recently."

Hangcheng.

Provincial Library, Gushan Building.

Located beside the quiet green West Lake, it consists of three exquisite buildings: the Red Building, the White Building, and the Qingbai Mountain Residence.

This earliest public library in China seems to be in two different worlds from the surrounding scenery.

In the library at this moment, Bao Guowei, who had a somewhat rosy face, exhaled a breath of turbid air from his mouth, with a few beads of sweat on his forehead.

It took him nearly twenty minutes to run all the way from Dongcheng to the Gushan Pavilion on the shore of West Lake, but it was just a good time to exercise.

Maintaining good health is the foundation of everything, and persisting in exercise is also the first goal Bao Guowei has set for himself in this world.

But even after reading for more than ten minutes, his racing heart did not calm down.

Without him.

Goldfinger is here.

The Journey to the West in my hand is proof. This famous book was written during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. It had basically formed a fixed version during the Republic of China, and it is no different from the version we are familiar with in the 21st century.

Bao Guowei, who is holding this book at the moment, can basically retell the complete content of Journey to the West word for word even without reading these words.

Even if he is not used to reading from right to left and does not recognize some complex traditional Chinese characters, this accuracy rate is enough to illustrate Bao Guowei's current ability.

To put it simply, it is a super memory.

I have a photographic memory of all the books and texts I have ever read.

You must know that he only read the four major classics on the table to cope with school tasks.

Not to mention the massive amount of information consumed every day in the era of information explosion.

It can be said that Bao Guowei's brain is now like a super powerful and accurate search engine without advertisements.

Thinking of this, Bao Guowei's face flushed a little. He didn't know whether it was because he had just run or because of his excitement.

There was still half a piece of paper left from "I See Pity". There was no way, Bao Guowei didn't even have a decent notebook now.

According to memory, these pages should have been used by the original owner? PLAY?

This was not the issue that concerned him now. He immediately took out the pencil from his pocket and wrote the novels in his memory on the paper.

"Title: Wenzhao Gong"

"Content: "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "Alive"."

Comrade Xiaobao was writing furiously in the corner. He looked out of place in the bright reading room wearing a white cotton robe, flat-soled shabby cloth shoes.

The Gushan Pavilion is located near Beishan Road and by the West Lake. This is a wealthy area in Hangzhou. Only scholars, businessmen, and politicians with well-off incomes can afford to buy residences here.

Those "bad guys" in the western suburbs have to go around a long way to come here. This is something they dare not even think about when they are busy making a living.

You must know that the illiteracy rate in the Republic of China was over 90%.

In this era, like America in later generations, there was a natural gap between the poor and the rich, which was not only reflected in space.

From time to time, some well-dressed young masters and wives passed by, casting curious glances at Xiao Bao.

Most of them are in suits and leather shoes, and they are exquisitely dressed. The women have the latest trendy curly hair, and the men have slicked-back hair with shiny texture and elegant and elegant styles. They must have used Stankang hair oil.

At this moment, two young girls wearing light blue jackets walked in from the door, holding several thick hardcover thread-bound books in their arms. Their bell-shaped sleeves and arc-shaped hems followed their footsteps. .

The two female students chatted and laughed and found an empty seat in the reading room to sit down. The bright and sunny looks on their faces made some "gentlemen" passing by stop and watch.

"The student ID card of this provincial middle school is still of some use, and it is very convenient to go to the library. Oh Shuzhen, look at who is in that corner, does it look familiar?"

As soon as she sat down, the round-faced girl pointed at Bao Guowei in surprise. It was Bao Guowei's slightly shabby decoration that seemed a bit eye-catching in the reading room. The key is, does this person seem to be studying seriously?

The girl named An Shuzhen glanced at Bao Guowei in the corner, a look of disgust at the sight of bedbugs suddenly appeared on her face, and she glanced at her mouth.

"Bao Guowei is the one in the class, he's so easy to recognize."

"Bao Guowei?" The round-faced girl frowned at first, then seemed to think of something.

"Ah! I remembered it! It's the repeater who got five grades. I heard he was retained for two years. I didn't expect him to come to the library again."

The round-faced girl talked enthusiastically, but An Shuzhen was obviously not interested in Bao Guowei and didn't even want to mention him.

Then he changed the topic and picked up the "Yuli Soul" in his hand.

"This book is also very good-looking. Although it was written more than ten years ago, this mountain of feudal ethics is really overwhelming. Even a talented woman like Bai Liying cannot break it."

"Hey, Shuzhen, you can't just see this. The love between the young teacher and the widow is really embarrassing."

The round-faced girl lowered her voice and teased the girl named An Shuzhen. The two of them immediately started laughing with their heads close to each other.

If someone were passing by, they would probably hear something about love or gossip between a boy and a girl.

The two of them only talked about Bao Guowei for a few words, and they didn't even say any words of disdain.

"You have to find the latest newspaper and read it to get a general idea of ​​the current situation in the country."

At this time, the paper in front of Bao Guowei was already densely covered with writing. He stood up, stretched, and looked at the newspapers and periodicals area not far away.

Most libraries provide old newspapers and magazines.

But just as he raised his feet, Bao Guowei saw two slim figures sitting not far away, and couldn't help but take a second look.

Unexpectedly, this look seems to have missed a beat.

The memory of the original owner's death began to haunt him.

An Shuzhen. Likes night dance dresses and stockings

And getting married?

Fantasy pictures flashed before Bao Guowei's eyes, and he immediately understood what was going on.

This is the original owner's dream lover - An Shuzhen.

I have fantasized about the goddess countless times in my mind, the best girl with Bao Guowei’s hot face and cold butt. Looking at An Shuzhen’s oval face full of collagen, this is a girl who can make countless boys dream about her when she was a student. face.

But for the latest version of Bao Guowei, he could not assume the identity of the Boiling Sheep for a day. Besides, compared to An Shuzhen, who basically had no outline, what Bao Guowei noticed from the moment he entered was the partition on his right. Another girl sitting at a table.

She was wearing a dark purple threaded cheongsam, with the neckline slightly open, revealing the white skin on her neck. A delicate belt highlighted her slender waist, especially the perfectly bulging curve in front of the desk.

Not to mention the mature yet innocent face beneath the long black hair, with his beautiful brows tightly knitted as he looked intently at the page in front of him.

This is the type that readers of our generation should like!

Generous and decent!

The focus is on the first word!

Look at your worthless look! Bao Guowei suppressed the restlessness in the original owner's heart and walked towards the newspaper area.

Along the way, he had to pass by An Shuzhen. Bao Guowei did not choose to dodge, but walked over naturally.

When her eyes met the two people, An Shuzhen glanced away as usual, pretending not to see Bao Guowei.

Instead, the round-faced girl next to her looked at Bao Guowei curiously.

Bao Guowei, on the other hand, didn't care about the shameless skills he had developed in later generations. Instead, he smiled and nodded at the round-faced girl, treating it as a hello.

The round-faced girl didn't think of this. She was just stunned and subconsciously smiled back.

Suddenly, it seemed that in front of him was not a poor boy in shabby clothes, but a handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes.

But it was only for a moment.

Compared with the inferiority of the original owner, Bao Guowei, who comes from later generations, naturally has a kind of unstinting self-confidence. This self-confidence is derived from his past experience and environment. But for a poor boy in the 30s, It seems to be magnified.

"American Wall Street Stock Market Crash!" The world enters the Great Depression? 》

"major discovery! Chinese ape-man discovered in Zhoukoudian, Peking! 》

After selecting some newspapers and periodicals that he was interested in, Bao Guowei prepared to return to his seat. His understanding of the history of the Republic of China before traveling was limited to history textbooks and some short video marketing accounts. He wanted to learn more about the current domestic situation in detail. Necessary.

When passing by the cheongsam girl, Bao Guowei did not look at her too much. Instead, he looked curiously at the book in front of her.

On the top of the slightly yellowed page are written three large traditional Chinese characters - "Geometry".

Some painful memories began to attack Bao Guowei's mind. When he scanned the following questions, he knew every symbol, as if he was back in his student days.

"Suppose the opposite sides of the interior angles A, B, and C of acute angle ▲ABC are a, b, c, respectively, a=2bsinA. Find the size of B."

The question is not difficult, even Bao Guowei has done it before.

Even because I turned on the golden finger, the answer to this question instantly popped into my head.

"B=π/6"

A salty voice came from behind the cheongsam girl, and then Bao Guowei walked towards his position as if nothing had happened.

The cheongsam girl felt a man standing behind her and thought she was going to be harassed again. Who knew that this guy said a strange foreign language?

and many more!

B=π/6!

This seems to be it?

The girl quickly opened the reference answers tucked at the back of the book.

The answer above is clearly "B=π/6"!

She looked up again at Bao Guowei, who had just sat down. Unexpectedly, this guy had no intention of paying attention to her. Instead, he leisurely crossed his legs and opened the newspaper in front of him comfortably.

(End of this chapter)