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

Chapter 379: Can Xiao Bao be even stronger? Letter from London!

Variety?

Hearing this, everyone present frowned.

As expected, Chen Yan should give his own evaluation of Bao Guowei like them.

Before coming, Li Genyuan and Zhang Zhongren often heard Chen Yan muttering about how he envied Zhang Taiyan for having a good disciple and how he also wanted to try his luck in Hangzhou.

This is enough to show Chen Yan's love for Bao Guowei.

Why is he saying now that Bao Guowei needs some changes?
Zhang Taiyan was originally unconvinced, thinking that he was his own apprentice and now I couldn't give him any advice.

Any other suggestions you old timer?
But think about it, Chen Yan has the longest experience and has taught more apprentices than himself.

In a sense, Zhang Taiyan only officially started to open lecture halls and accept students after he retired.

Before this, he did not have many disciples, and many of them were just disciples who had been taught by him, and could not be considered real disciples.

But Chen Yan was completely different. During the early Qing Dynasty, he was in the capital and participated in the compilation of the ten articles of "Discussions on the Reform Movement of 1898". He was a member of the reformists.

Later, he also cooperated with Zhang Zhidong, the Governor of Huguang, in Wuchang. It can be said that he witnessed the history of the late Qing Dynasty and is a veritable living fossil.

Nearly thirty years ago, Chen Yan served as the head of the Ministry of Education and a teacher at the Imperial University of Peking. After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, he taught in various parts of the country and it can be said that he has rich teaching experience.

Chen Yan is already over 70 years old. He is extraordinary in terms of experience and knowledge of people. He is an absolute authority in teaching students.

Therefore, even Zhang Taiyan could not help but say curiously: "Brother Shuyi, I would like to hear the details."

"Yes! Mr. Shuyi, please tell us quickly. We are very curious."

Li Genyuan and Zhang Zhongren also showed an expression of curiosity on their faces, and they were eager to hear Chen Yan's analysis.

Chen Yan stroked his beard. His face was already covered with age spots and wrinkles like old tree bark.

But even the erosion of time cannot hide his pair of bright eyes.

Chen Yan smiled and said: "The change I mentioned this time is not because I think Bao Bingwen is not good, but because I think he can be better."

"Better?" Li Genyuan couldn't believe his ears. With Bao Guowei's current fame, he could almost be said to be the number one person in modern times.

If we really want to find someone to compare with, we will have to go back a few hundred years to find a young man who can compete with him.

But now, Chen Yan actually said that Bao Guowei could be even better.

This made the three of them look strange.

Zhang Taiyan laughed heartily and pointed at Chen Yan, his joy evident in his words.

He shook his head repeatedly and praised, "Brother Shuyi, Brother Shuyi, you are the only one who can make such a clever comment. You are worthy of being called Old Man Shiyi!"

The three thought that Chen Yan was finding ways to praise Bao Guowei, but Chen Yan didn't seem to have that intention. Instead, he shook his head and said.

"Everyone, please listen to what I have to say."

After everyone quieted down, Chen Yan continued speaking seriously.

"Bingwen's talent is obvious to all. He has demonstrated his extraordinary ability since he first arrived in Hangzhou, and then he dealt with the plague and raised money for charity. What is even more commendable is that he was able to stick to his original intention and not be disturbed by external things when he came to the glamorous world of Shanghai. He continued to produce works. This is the most commendable thing."

He sighed and continued, "I have taught countless students in my life, and many of them have talents and abilities. Bao Bingwen is truly rare."

Chen Yan finally gave a very high evaluation.

"If this boy was born in ancient times, he would definitely be a general!"

After Chen Yan finished speaking, the rest of the people held their breath and waited quietly for the other party's subsequent words, because they knew that there would inevitably be a turning point after this.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, I heard Chen Yan continue speaking.

"But now, his achievements and reputation have reached a point where nothing can be added to it. This is something to be happy about, but also something to be wary of."

After understanding Chen Yan's analysis, Zhang Zhongren frowned and asked questioningly.

"In your opinion, sir, it means that fortune and misfortune are interdependent?"

"Yes! That's right!" Chen Yan said firmly. "The words like "Shang Zhongyong" have been hanging on Bingwen for a long time, but he has lived up to everyone's expectations and still maintained his ability and talent, and has already achieved success.

But now he is too young and stands too high, and the tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind."

Hearing this, Zhang Taiyan immediately became unhappy and he slammed the table and said.

"I don't like what Brother Shuyi said. How can a tree that stands out in the forest be destroyed by the wind? Hasn't Bingwen gone through enough tests? Hasn't he received enough jealousy and slander? These are not the problem!"

Perhaps in front of Bao Guowei, Zhang Taiyan still maintained the image of a "strict teacher", but outside, his mentality of protecting his son was unique!

"Uncle Mei, don't get excited! Don't get excited! Just listen to what I have to say!" Chen Yan waved his hands quickly. With Zhang Taiyan's stubborn temper, if he misunderstood, he would definitely break his old bones.

"Listen to me and I will tell you in detail!" Seeing that the other party had stopped moving, Chen Yan stroked his beard with a slightly smug look on his face.

"This was not a bad thing in the past. On the contrary, achieving this at a young age was something that many people envied. But now it is different. This era is no longer just about China."

The old man spoke incoherently, and Zhang Taiyan wanted to go up to him, turn him upside down, and recite everything he said afterwards.

Sadly, this is no different from murder.

"Oh! I understand!" Li Genyuan clapped his hands and said loudly. "Mr. Shuyi's meaning is very clear. Bingwen may have achieved considerable success in China, but he is still young and should not stop here.

The current situation is a major change that has not happened in a century. All countries in the world are pure lands to be explored. It really should not be limited to just one country or one family!"

"That's right!" Chen Yan nodded with satisfaction and was very happy with Li Genyuan's analysis.

For a "master", if you tell all the analysis, it would seem a bit ungenerous.

Only when the people around you agree with you can the strength of the analyst be reflected!

"That makes sense!" Zhang Zhongren clapped his hands and said after he understood the meaning. "Bingwen has already achieved great success in China. Instead of continuing to waste his talent in China, he should go out and try his luck and see the new world outside!"

He sighed with some regret and said: "We old people have already lost our chance. The future can only be opened up by young people."

In fact, even though they are called "conservatives", they are looked down upon by many students who return from overseas because of their admiration for classical literature and culture.

But Zhang Zhongren's generation saw the guns and cannons of the Western world, and saw its overwhelming technology and culture.

They also want to go out and see, learn, and experience what the West is like.

How can the Chinese surpass them?
Unfortunately, at this age, I no longer have the energy to do that.

The ancients often said that it is rare for people to live to be seventy years old. At this age, they can prepare for their afterlife.

Therefore, I hope even more that my children can achieve what my predecessors could not on my behalf!

Faced with this statement, Zhang Taiyan neither refuted nor agreed, he just smiled and said.

"Brother Shuyi is worrying too much. I, Zhang Taiyan, am not a short-sighted person, and Bingwen is not a pedantic person. We will not rest on our laurels. The schedule for studying abroad in Peking has been arranged. After the New Year, Bingwen will go to the north to try his luck."

"Brother Mei, do you think the north is not China?" Chen Yan asked a soul-searching question.

This question really confused Zhang Taiyan. He thought for a long time and said.

"It's good after all. The academic trend in Peking is even stronger, and there are many more famous people and writers."

As he spoke, Zhang Taiyan seemed to lose confidence.

Chen Yan was extremely confident. He shook his head and said, "The root of the problem is that Bingwen is like the meritorious officials of the ancient court. He has reached the point where there is no more room for him to be promoted. What he needs to do now is not to remain complacent, but to explore new opportunities!"

After hearing Chen Yan's analysis, Zhang Taiyan's expression became more serious, and he began to seriously consider the feasibility of the other party's words.

The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

But at the same time, he felt that Bao Guowei was too young to go abroad alone.

After all, in Zhang Taiyan's eyes, even if Bao Guowei had achieved a lot, he was still just a child. He still had too much youthful spirit, and many people were eyeing his achievements and wanted to wait for an opportunity to ruin him.

Abroad, this word represents a lot of uncertainty, making it difficult for him to make a decision.

"Uncle Mei, don't forget that the first batch of students who went abroad were only twelve years old."

"If Bingwen cannot leave China, he will not become the legendary man who changed China"

“The opportunity may be abroad.”

The advice of his friends kept echoing in Zhang Taiyan's ears like a magic sound, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

But at that moment, Zhang Taiyan seemed relieved.

"Alright! Alright!" Zhang Taiyan smiled and waved his hands. "I think it's best to leave this issue to Bao Bingwen himself. As his master, I will no longer interfere!"

After saying this, Zhang Taiyan's eyes had already drifted outside the pavilion, looking at every plant and tree in the yard.

I don’t know when it started to drizzle in the sky, and the continuous rain brought a hint of autumn chill.

On the coffee table, only the remnants of fruits and tea were left, and it seemed that this literary gathering could come to an end.

At some point, Zhang Genyuan asked in a somewhat strange tone.

"I heard that Bingwen is still in Gusu, but I don't know where he has gone. Why doesn't he come to see me?"

As good friends, Li Genyuan and others showed special concern for Zhang Taiyan's disciples, especially Bao Bingwen.

"Him?" Zhang Taiyan raised the corner of his mouth, seeming a little dissatisfied, yet a little proud.

"I don't know where he went to fool around with my daughter."

"This"

Li Genyuan, Zhang Zhongren and Chen Yan looked at each other with embarrassed expressions on their faces.

Suzhou City, Humble Administrator's Garden.

About three hundred years ago, Wang Xianchen, the imperial censor of the Ming Dynasty, built a house in Dahong Temple.

This is a famous line from Pan Yue's "Fu on Leisure" in the Western Jin Dynasty: "Building a house and planting trees... This is also the way a clumsy person governs."

As the name of this house.

After going through hundreds of years of changes, the place changed hands several times until the Republic of China, when it was first opened as an epidemic hospital and later as a smoking cessation center.

Finally, in 1930, due to the departure of the previous owner, it was mortgaged to a bank in Suzhou.

Since then, it has fallen into disrepair and because no one manages it, it has gradually become a place for residents of Gusu City to relax and go for an outing.

Admiring the centuries-old historical sites, or seeing "foxes and rats running through the houses, and moss covering the roads" is also a kind of scenery.

However, after more than three hundred years, it has witnessed the ups and downs of history.

The Humble Administrator's Garden is known as the mother of Chinese gardens, with its exquisite corridors, bridges, pavilions, and changing scenery.

Now it has become a dilapidated place, which is really sad.

However, amidst the sighing, bursts of sneezing sounds were heard from a corridor.

So much so that many birds in the lake were frightened and scattered.

"Ahh! Ahhh!" Bao Guowei rubbed his nose as he walked and said in surprise.

“I always feel like there’s a group of people talking about me.”

Zhang Nianyue, who was standing aside, was dressed in a rather classical style today.

Although it is also a cheongsam, the cheongsam worn by Suzhou women is very different.

The dress was lake blue silk, embroidered with some elegant patterns.

There is a stand-up collar design at the neckline, and the hem of the skirt sways gently when walking.

Zhang Nianyue was originally looking at the birds in the lake, but Bao Guowei's sneeze immediately drove most of them away.

She said with a pout and a somewhat unhappy look on her face.

"There are so many people in this world who are talking about you!"

Bao Guowei turned around, scratched the other person's nose, and couldn't help laughing.

"Is it Miss Zhang Nianyue in Gusu City, or someone else? The others don't seem to be important."

This sentence was already very tactful, but for Zhang Nianyue, it was still like an electric shock.

Her face turned red with shame, and she couldn't help but hit Bao Guowei hard and said.

"Bao Guowei, you are saying these shameful words again."

But Bao Guowei didn't give in and was about to put his arm around the other person's waist and break through his limit in this courtyard.

With a "bang", a piece of wood fell down at some point.

It really scared the two of them.

Bao Guowei went forward to check, and found that the beam of the corridor had fallen down.

"After all, it's a long time ago."

Zhang Nianyue said with emotion.

"Damn it." Bao Guowei didn't know why, but every time there were strange things that ruined his plans.

When he turned around and wanted to do something "harmful" to Zhang Nianyue, he found that the other party had already run far away.

Bao Guowei sighed.

Today's date seems to have failed again?
When I got home, it was already dark.

Zhang Taiyan was not at home, probably because he was out catching up with old friends.

After a simple dinner, Bao Guowei returned to his study. He looked at the manuscript on the table and planned to continue working on it in the evening.

At this moment, if Ji Xianlin appeared here and saw the manuscript on the table, he would definitely be very surprised.

Because the above is the next part of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

It’s called “The Return of the Condor Heroes”!
After a brief thought, Bao Guowei started typing on the table.

Of course, he knew the plot of "The Return of the Condor Heroes" by heart, but due to some circumstances, he certainly could not copy the original work.

Editing is also a very time-consuming and laborious task.

While thinking, Bao Guowei glanced at the table and saw a letter appearing.

He frowned. Bao Guowei had already read all the important letters in the morning.

Why is there another one now?

Thinking about this, he came to the cover of the envelope.

When I saw the words "London, England" on it, I became even more confused.

Then he looked at the sender.

"Howard Florey and Ernst Chain"

(End of this chapter)