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Chapter 63 [Extra] Inheritance or Dissemination

What was thought to be a very troublesome matter was finally solved. Zhang Ruixuan, overwhelmed by happiness, was a little at a loss along the way. He stared at his partner for a long time and was unable to speak.

"Can you see anything when you stare at me?" Ding Xuan was frightened by Zhang Ruixuan's gaze. She glanced over and saw a silly boy grinning. "Okay, okay, you're right. I'll communicate with my mom more when I have time in the future, okay?"

"hey-hey!"

"actually……"

"Don't be so serious." He was drunk before he even started drinking. Looking at Zhang Ruixuan's behavior, Ding Xuan didn't know whether to say anything or not. In the end, the two of them just walked there in silence.

Zhang Ruixuan was just like a silly boy, saying "Hehe, haha". There were so many passers-by who looked at the two of them. Ding Xuan blushed and said, "Let's go quickly. It's cold out here. I think I caught a cold. If I don't go home, I'll have to ask for leave tomorrow."

The night wind makes people crazy, and the beautiful moon shines on the double shadows. It must be a rare good weather. Although it is late, people are still coming and going on the street. Some are wearing Qing Dynasty costumes. I don’t know if they just came from some royal garden. They are still not satisfied while walking on the road, and they continue to take photos.

Finally, a worry was put to rest. For the two young people, it was a rare period of leisure time.

For a while, things at home have not been resolved, and there are endless worries about schoolwork. After a long time, it is really easy to be overwhelmed...

Fortunately, the clouds have cleared and the moon is shining, and the things at home have finally been resolved. All the two of them have to do is to stick to their ideals day after day with each other's company.

"Hey, Zhang Ruixuan!" They agreed to watch a movie together to relax, but unexpectedly, a burst of snoring sounded next to her after a while. Ding Xuan was originally waiting for Zhang Ruixuan to pick a comedy, but who would have thought that the person next to her fell asleep after only two minutes of browsing the phone.

"Hey, Zhang Ruixuan, wake up."

Hearing his wife's call, Zhang Ruixuan opened his mouth and said something vaguely: "Hmm? Ah..."

"Wake up quickly." Ding Xuan knew that Zhang Ruixuan had probably let go of the heavy burden in his heart. His fatigue was instantly gone, and he could sleep until daytime as soon as he got into bed. "Hurry up, what time do you want to go to bed?"

"What's the matter with you?"

"It wasn't there just now, but it appeared now while you were asleep." It wasn't that Ding Xuan was deliberately teasing Zhang Ruixuan, but she had just seen this article and wanted to talk to Zhang Ruixuan on a whim. "Take a quick look at it yourself, is this a point worth writing into our paper?"

"What?" Zhang Ruixuan suddenly became sober when he heard the word "thesis". In fact, Zhang Ruixuan also wanted to talk to Ding Xuan about the topic of "thesis".

"So what do you think transmission is?" Ding Xuan directly handed her cell phone to Zhang Ruixuan. She was too lazy to ask him to take out the cell phone that had somehow got into the crack of the sofa.

"To teach, impart knowledge and resolve doubts is transmission."

Obviously, Zhang Ruixuan did not finish reading the article on Ding Xuan’s mobile phone interface: “Dissemination is also transmission, inheritance is also transmission.”

"Do you think inheritance is the same as spreading?" Looking at Zhang Ruixuan's behavior, Ding Xuan knew that he definitely didn't read the article she handed over carefully. She simply pulled the phone out of Zhang Ruixuan's hand, turned off the screen and threw it aside. "Which do you think is more important, passing on or inheriting?"

"Or, if you say that the content is almost not correctly spread, does it count as a valuable inheritance?"

"Aren't you playing word games with me?" Zhang Ruixuan felt a headache after listening to this. He thought about how many points his Chinese composition had dragged down his score. In his argumentative essays, he had to analyze the subtle differences of a word at every turn - isn't this just making things difficult for him?
"This is not a play on words."

Ding Xuan had no choice but to turn around, pick up her phone, and reopen the article to face Zhang Ruixuan: "Here, I'm showing it to you, but don't read it carefully."

You won’t know until you read it, and you’ll be shocked when you read it. This whole article completely confuses the meanings of “dissemination” and “inheritance”, and even puts the entire blame on the inheritors for the current situation facing intangible cultural heritage.

So what is the difference between inheritance and transmission? Zhang Ruixuan doesn't think he can explain it clearly, but it is obvious that the two cannot be confused.

"Ah, that's what I mean."

"Isn't this pure nonsense?" Zhang Ruixuan wanted to throw the phone directly on the sofa just now. The moment he was about to let go, he remembered that it was his wife's phone, and hurriedly and carefully handed it over with both hands, "Isn't this pure nonsense?"

"Although I can't clearly explain the difference between these two words, if I were asked to take the college entrance examination on this, I would definitely be able to write an 8,000-word essay!"

"How dare you say that? You're taking the college entrance exam now. Why don't you become a professor before taking the postgraduate entrance exam?"

"Hmm? Honey, do you really think I can become a professor in the future?" Zhang Ruixuan loved to make jokes as always. After three normal sentences, he would immediately follow up with a nonsensical one.

"Go away, stop talking about this, it's useless."

Just now she felt that she no longer had a fever, but now her face started to feel hot again. Ding Xuan didn't know what evil she had done today that she could make Zhang Ruixuan blush.

"Hehe, I..."

"So where is your 8,000-word composition? Tell me now. It doesn't have to be 8,000 words, just 1,000 words will do... Don't make the teacher mad, just go back and get your dad to sign the composition."

"Eight thousand words is this 'Dad's signature'?" Zhang Ruixuan was so amused by his wife's cold joke that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He couldn't complain that his wife's joke was not nice.

"Don't talk nonsense. Don't brag if you can't say it."

As expected, he had listened to too many plays, so Zhang Ruixuan's words were full of flavor: "Hey, my wife, please allow me to report!"

"speak!"

"If we talk about spreading, we spread it all over the world, and that counts as spreading. If we want better cultural development and interaction, we should put aside our prejudices and spread it."

"But what is inheritance? It is passed down from master to apprentice, from teacher to student. Only those who are truly willing to learn and who are truly able to not waste it are called inheritors."

"There is transmission and there is inheritance, this two-way process is called inheritance." "Although communication must have an audience, it is just like when we sow seeds, the dandelions are blown away, and wherever they are received is where they are, it is up to fate and random."

"In short, I think inheritance requires a meaningful result, but dissemination is different. It's enough to just pass it on and broadcast it. There's no need to worry about whether the seeds take root and sprout. What you're betting on is that if the base number is large, anything is possible."

Zhang Ruixuan may not use the so-called explanation from the "Cihai" to explain the difference between inheritance and dissemination, but he has seen so many examples in life that he will naturally cite them.

"Makes sense."

"And then? Is there nothing else?" Zhang Ruixuan, who was awakened from a sweet dream, said a lot and now felt thirsty. Turning around, Ding Xuan didn't say anything either. Who should he ask this?

"Then, I was confused by her theory at first, and it took me half a minute to react..."

No one is perfect. As long as a person is not so stubborn that he will not listen to anything, even if he wants to re-evaluate his own ideas and improve them, he will inevitably choose to "listen to both sides to be enlightened". Only after listening to both sides can he sometimes choose the correct answer more firmly.

"Normal. There is one clever trick in this article."

"Hmm?" Zhang Ruixuan might be a henpecked husband, but Ding Xuan would never act arbitrarily when what he said made sense. "Why do you say it's smart? Is it because even I was fooled by it?"

"Not really."

"You see, what it said before is not the idea of ​​'inheritance', but the idea of ​​'maintaining the integrity and making innovations' that we often mention in daily life. That is why we will certainly think of 'inheritance' and 'inheritance' separately, just like maintaining the integrity and making innovations."

"Hmm..." Ding Xuan nodded, roughly understanding what Zhang Ruixuan meant. "You mean to say that upholding the truth and innovating are two processes of one thing, and inheritance is something that two audiences complete at the same time?"

After Ding Xuan explained something that was easy to understand, it was Zhang Ruixuan's turn to not understand: "Ah? Maybe this is what it means?"

"No, I don't understand what you said."

"When you write your paper, just keep writing your plain words for me."

Zhang Ruixuan curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders. He wanted to say: I'm not writing a paper now anyway. But after spending so much time together, even without Ding Xuan's eyes falling on the former, he could make the person who wanted to say something shut up.

Suddenly, Ding Xuan patted the back of the sofa and said, "Oh, that's the reason you mentioned."

"We all have a preconceived notion that this is something that is done on one subject, which is our intangible cultural heritage itself."

"But inheritance is clearly a process, a transmission between two subjects. In essence, it does not actually change us as subjects."

"What do you mean one or two?" Zhang Ruixuan realized that his phone was stuck in the crack of the sofa. He was trying hard to find it. When he heard his wife's words, he sat up straight and sighed repeatedly, "Can't you put it simply?"

"Anyway, one or two people, I know that for those who are just curious, or those who may have bad intentions, such as stealing... small... places, then they can only spread it."

"As for the inheritance, it must be passed on only when the master finds a disciple with a good character and who truly loves these things."

"So this kind of thing is totally one-sided." After grabbing the phone again and again and failing to pick it up, Zhang Ruixuan got a little exasperated. He pushed Ding Xuan, signaling her to stand up quickly and help him fiddle with it to pick up the phone. "Maybe the master kept some things back because he was afraid of having no food to eat. Now the times are changing. How much is it that the apprentices have brought a wider world? Those masters are not fools!"

"But it's hard to find an apprentice. It takes at least three to five years to learn a skill. Many things require a lot of hard work. And as for cultural things, you can't be separated from the environment, and you have to be willing to study those documents bit by bit!"

Both young people understand these principles, but it seems that not everyone likes to hear such words. The more those that seem to have topics and debates, the more people are willing to write about them.

"Okay, reflect everything you tell me now in your future papers, and don't bother typing a single word."

"Wife..."

"You can't get away with this by acting like a spoiled brat!" Ding Xuan pushed away Zhang Ruixuan, who was about to get close to her, and said, "Are you going to take out your phone? I'm telling you, I'm ordering you as your senior sister. Finish writing your paper for me. I'll have my supervisor conduct a thorough inspection of your proposal!"

"Okay, okay, my good senior sister!"

Ding Xuan was so happy that she pushed Zhang Ruixuan up from the sofa. She then lifted the sofa cushion, rescued the latter's mobile phone, and threw it lightly on the coffee table in front of her.

The two of them sat down, and Zhang Ruixuan began to tidy up the screen projection tools, thinking about whether there was a suitable comedy to relax him. Just when he was about to relax, he encountered a "philosophical debate". Zhang Ruixuan didn't know who he had offended in his life? Was the system actually still secretly monitoring him and tripping him up?
Of course, Zhang Ruixuan knew better than anyone that his idea was just a joke. Both he and Ding Xuan were extremely grateful for the existence of the system.

Let Zhang Ruixuan find his inner self and let them be together... It's a pity that there is no system in real life. Many things are beyond human control and they become a thorn in people's side. Even Ding Xuan, who is still young, already has a few white hairs that grow out no matter how hard she tries to pull them out!
After a long silence, the two people's plan to watch a movie ended with Zhang Ruixuan finally breaking the projection machine. Ding Xuan was not in the mood to scold him, because happiness often leads to sadness, and it was her fault.

These delicate objects in the house cannot be touched even by Mimi, but Zhang Ruixuan cannot be allowed to touch them!

"Hey, hey, hey, honey, Maomao's there..."

"What happened again?" Seeing Zhang Ruixuan just stood up and almost knocked himself down on the sofa again, Ding Xuan felt that she really should have taken him and Mimi to see a doctor that day to check out the disease called "ataxia"!
This person and this cat seem to be genetically related. You never know when one of them will give you a surprise. If the owner breaks something, Mimi will follow suit and break a flowerpot.

"Clap!"

What you think will come true. Before Ding Xuan could finish her thought, Mimi had already broken the vase again!

"You don't even care about Mimi!"

"It was your Maomao who chased my Mimi and scared her..."

"Is your house my house now?"