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

Chapter 65: Taking the word Bingwen

"How about just taking the word Bingwen?"

Zhang Taiyan was obviously in high spirits, and he looked several years younger.

"Bingwen. Bingwen"

Everyone was carefully pondering the meaning of this word, but Cai Chunshou, who had been studying books for a long time, was the quickest. He tapped the dishes lightly with his chopsticks and said.

"Wonderful! This Bing Wen is taken from a sentence in "Zhou Song·Qing Miao": Helping many scholars is the virtue of Bing Wen. Bing means uprightness and justice, and Wen means literary grace and style."

He repeatedly praised and said: "Mr. Taiyan is really well-intentioned! This character contains sincere expectations for Guowei, and the words also demonstrate Guowei's outstanding literary talent."

After he introduced it like this, everyone suddenly understood and immediately gave a thumbs up.

"Good words! Good words!"

But Zhang Taiyan smiled and shook his head and said: "You guys, please don't follow me, but the meaning is the same. I am worthy of Mr. Chun Shou."

Cai Chunshou bowed repeatedly and said, "Don't dare, don't dare."

Zhang Taiyan turned around and asked Bao Guowei, "How are you doing? Guowei?"

"It's all up to the master!"

Bao Guowei's face also turned rosy with excitement. Being able to receive praise from so many masters and Zhang Taiyan's words of praise would inevitably make him a little excited, even if his mood remains unchanged.

By the time he sat down, Zhang Taiyan had already changed his mind.

"Bingwen."

Bao Guowei was stunned at first, and it took him a long time to react. It still takes time to get used to changing the title.

"Sir, please speak."

"If you had made rash comments about this epidemic without any basis before, I would have punished you severely if you said you were not worthy of being a teacher."

Zhang Taiyan's words were very soft, but the meaning inside them was very heavy.

Bao Guowei immediately understood what he meant and said, "Sir, are you telling students that there are specialties in the arts and you shouldn't point fingers in areas that you are not familiar with?"

When Bao Guowei just spoke, Zhang Taiyan's expression was very serious. It was not until he heard that what he really said was meaningful that he gradually relaxed.

Zhang Taiyan was very pleased, nodded approvingly and said, "Master, I was indeed right about you. The first time I saw you, I thought you were extraordinary!"

In a sense, my soul, which has traveled through time, is indeed not a mortal being.

Bao Guowei couldn't help complaining in his heart.

"But if you do in-depth research and make a living for the people, it will be a good job!" Zhang Taiyan patted Bao Guowei on the shoulder and encouraged him.

"However, I still want to remind you that studying literature is studying literature, and studying medicine is studying medicine. Don't do anything you are not good at. Humans are flesh and blood, not gods. It is good for a person to specialize in one thing throughout his life."

"Don't waste your talent!"

Facing Zhang Taiyan's teachings, Bao Guowei naturally remembered them all in his heart. He may not know his true situation, but it is always good.

After thinking about it, I may be able to rely on this question bank to successfully enter college.

But if you want to really achieve something, specializing in literature may be the path you should take!

While pushing cups and changing cups, tonight's literary party gradually came to an end.

Before leaving, Mr. Chu left an address for Bao Guowei to facilitate future contact.

"This is the contact address of my secretary. I'm quite busy on weekdays. If you can't find me, just contact my secretary."

He pulled Bao Guowei and continued: "You could have contacted me through Mr. Taiyan, but this guy has a bohemian look. I don't know when he will go to another literary club."

"You Chu Huiseng, you said bad things about me just after I left!"

Zhang Taiyan, who had just walked to the door, turned back dissatisfied and said.

When he saw Bao Guowei upstairs, he asked gently as if he remembered something.

"Bingwen, I'll ask the housekeeper to drive you back."

"No sir, I came here on a bicycle."

Bao Guowei waved his hand. He could see the scenery on the road while riding a bicycle. Today is the Lantern Festival. Maybe Hangzhou in this era can be different.

"That's not bad. Get some exercise."

Zhang Taiyan was not polite, waved his hand and left the restaurant. He had just returned to Hangzhou, and it was inevitable that he would meet many old friends again.

Bao Guowei now planned to ride home and continue working hard on writing the manuscript.

After going down the stairs, I suddenly heard a call from behind.

"Bao Guowei! Bao Guowei!"

When I turned around, I saw that it was an old gentleman named Tang. Everyone called him Mr. Boning.

I used to do a lot of talking for myself.

"Old sir." Bao Guowei returned the favor with his hand.

"Don't call me Guowei, he has already expressed his sincerity."

Cai Chunshou walked up from behind and said with a smile.

"Ah? Mr. Taiyan has expressed his favor for you." Tang Boning was a little surprised, then nodded and said. "That's exactly how it should be, that's exactly how it should be!"

Then he couldn't help but said: "Nephew Bingwen, don't worry, the guy who pretended to be you has been kicked out by us."

Bao Guowei laughed dumbly, but he didn't take this person seriously, and replied: "This can be regarded as evil being rewarded!"

"Hey, you don't know that we old guys from the old school are kind-hearted, but those young people from the reform school are very dirty and can punch and kick us."

"Fortunately, I didn't beat the person to death or beat him into a pig's head. It can be regarded as a lesson."

As the two chatted, the old gentlemen around them saw that it was Bao Guowei, and they all came over, and each one started to praise him.

What the old gentlemen said gave Bao Guowei a headache.

When he was about to leave, Cai Chunshou couldn't help but said: "Bingwen, if you have any literature-related issues in the future, you can discuss it with me!"

An old friend next to him said jokingly: "Haha, you Cai Chun Shouha, you are a writer of political commentary. Why are you, a writer of romance novels, joining in the fun?"

"What happened to romance novels? Romance novels can make money!"

Cai Chunshou rubbed his neck and cursed with a smile.

"Bingwen can also write novels in the future!"

"No, no, no, Bingwen will learn poetry from me."

"I think it's better to learn national history!"

……

An older gentleman came over to join in the fun and said, "How about learning the Four Books and Five Classics?"

Everyone said in unison: "Fuck you!!!"

The farce between the old gentlemen ended.

Bao Guowei rode his bicycle slowly on the street, avoiding the crowds and feeling the beauty of the Lantern Festival a hundred years ago.

Beishan Street is filled with beautifully designed lanterns, making Hangzhou brightly lit at night.

The streets are filled with rickshaw drivers, ladies in cheongsam, and gentlemen in suits and ties, making it look like a prosperous scene.

But hidden underneath are the soaring prices, the turbulent current situation, and the hard-working ordinary people at the bottom, whether they are suffering from wars, bandits or epidemics. If ordinary people want to live stably in this era, it is definitely not possible. Easy.

Soon, he drove away from the bustling area by the West Lake, and the surrounding streets suddenly darkened. It was getting late now, and most of the people at the bottom had no nightlife.

When driving to the south of the city, the stench of various hodgepodges on the streets entered his nose, and Bao Guowei frowned.

But surprisingly, he felt a little relieved.

The dark alley gave him a sense of crisis. As Lao Bao said, Hangzhou was not peaceful at night, so Bao Guowei accelerated his riding speed.

Just as I arrived at the entrance of the alley, I suddenly heard a childish voice, which sounded somewhat familiar.

"Hey! Mr. Songhe Tower! It's you!"

Suddenly, Bao Guowei was startled, but when he turned around, there was no sign of him.

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My heart skipped a beat.

Have you traveled to a strange world? Isn't it?

That was his first thought, but he quickly dismissed the outrageous idea.

After looking left and right, there was still no one, so he frowned and left.

When Bao Guowei walked away, a pair of black and white eyes poked out from behind the alley.

The boy looked to be about eight or nine years old, and he was holding a dozen newspapers in his hand.

At this time, several ragged men hiding in the alley opposite looked at each other and quietly left.

　Thanks to Mr. Wu for the 100 starting coin reward

　　Thanks to Mr. Xiaoguo for the 100 starting coin reward

　　

　

(End of this chapter)