my doctor husband

Chapter 16

I don't know what's wrong, the first time I saw this girl who was as beautiful as a flower, I felt uncomfortable all over, and I don't know where I felt that there was an indescribable evil spirit in this girl, and I was still faint Joyo feels that this evil spirit will eventually affect my family, my marriage, and even my entire life.But right now, I can't seem to do anything to stop it from happening.

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Soon, it will be Liang Hongming's first ancient literature class in the new semester.The students in the class are all seated in the classroom, they are waiting, not knowing who is the teacher who is coming. There were more than 20 students, more women than men, and everyone was playing with their mobile phones, whispering and laughing to each other.

The door opened, the classroom fell silent, and Liang Hongming walked in.

"So young? So handsome. Did you go to the wrong classroom?" Yu Lina opened her mouth wide.

Liang Hongming put down the lecture notes, cleared his throat, smiled and said to his classmates: "Hi everyone, my surname is Liang, and my name is Hongming. Liang Hongming." Turning around, he wrote "Liang Hongming" on the blackboard, " I am your counselor and your ancient literature teacher."

"It's a pity that such a handsome teacher actually talks about the history of ancient literature. It would be great if he talked about pop music." Yu Lina muttered softly.

"You may have attended a few classes, but today I have to tell everyone that I, Liang Hongming, am not a lecturer." After introducing himself, he changed his tone and came to class.

"Then why are you here? Talking about cross talk?" The students were taken aback for a moment, then whispered to each other.

"I'm here to play." Liang Hongming paused on the podium holding a piece of chalk in his left hand.

The students looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to imagine what the teacher who looked a bit silly would say next.

"You are not here to listen to the class, you are here to eat. My class is just a big spicy hot pot. It is full of knowledge, fun and knowledge. It is spicy and delicious. It is fried, fried and fried. I will let you eat it. "Liang Hongming continued his sermon.

"Mr. Liang, you think we are the chef class of Lanxiang Technical School." Yu Lina interjected.

"Learning is a happy thing, but it is the most painful thing for many students. My class is to turn pain into joy. Just now this classmate asked me if I was talking about cross talk? Let me see Well, if a teacher has the ability to teach the class like a cross talk, what's wrong with it? It's fun to teach." Liang Hongming didn't mind the students interjecting like this.

The students clapped their hands.

Liang Hongming continued: "Of course, we're not a two-person stage show. A university should look like a university, and a liberal arts academy should have the spirit of a liberal arts academy. I don't care whether you were ordinary youths or two-year-olds. Young people who come to my class must be literary and artistic youths, understand? Even if you pretend, you have to pretend to be literary and artistic. Let me put it more clearly, my class is not allowed to look like a robot. What do you ask? What is the answer, you have to be elegant, if you really don’t want to be elegant, you can be coquettish, but you can’t be like a wooden stake.” The students roared with laughter.

"If you don't like it, you don't have to come to class, but once you choose this class, you must never be late, and you must never miss class. Those who are late, or leave early..." Just as he was speaking, the door opened, and Li Le Hastily walked into the classroom.Liang Hongming and Li Le glanced at each other. Liang Hongming was so focused on the class that he didn't recognize Li Le for a while, but Li Le recognized Liang Hongming.Li Le was stunned for a moment, and was at a loss for words: "You, you..."

"I am your counselor, a teacher of ancient literature history." Liang Hongming said seriously.

"Ah, so he really is a professor!" Li Le stuck out his tongue.

"Wait a minute, I just said that you are not allowed to be late. We have to make a rule. We will not criticize or punish students who are late. From now on, we will recite one poem if we are one minute late, and two poems if we are two minutes late. Today's first session Some students were late for class, and the students said, what do you think should I do?" Liang Hongming asked the students for their opinions.

Li Le realized that Liang Hongming didn't recognize him, and said, "Teacher, memorizing poems is so boring, anyone can memorize them, can you sing?"

"Okay, as long as you sing poetry." Liang Hongming was taken aback, he didn't expect Li Le to make such a request.

Li Le settled down, and sang "Shui Tiao Ge Tou":
When is the bright moon?Ask Qingtian about the wine.I don't know what year is the heavenly palace.I want to take the wind to return, but I fear that Qionglou Yuyu will be very cold from the heights.Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.

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Unexpectedly, the movement in the classroom was noticed by the principal Zhang Zhiye. At that time, he was walking slowly from the corridor with a cup of coffee.He heard Li Le's singing, and frowned: "Nonsense, this is a classroom, not a karaoke hall, why are you singing popular songs? This Liang Hongming is really a nonsense." After finishing speaking, he left angrily.

Li Le's singing was melodious and melodious, so beautiful that Liang Hongming and the students were dumbfounded.When Liang Hongming came back to his senses, he immediately raised his hands and applauded, and the students also started applauding.

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The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Yu Lina and Li Le were packing their schoolbags.

Looking at Li Le's back, Liang Hongming felt familiar.At this time, the phone received a text message, Liang Hongming turned on the phone, and it was from Mei Yun: In 8 minutes, the conference room will start a meeting.

Liang Hongming and Mei Yun walked into the conference room of the Chinese Department together. Zhang Zhiye and others were all seated, and Liang Hongming found an empty chair and sat down.Mei Yun handed the brewed coffee to Zhang Zhiye, he picked it up, looked at it, and took a sip.

Zhang Zhiye cleared his throat and said, "We urgently call everyone for this meeting. I have bad news. I just received a notice from the school that the funding for the projects of the Faculty of Liberal Arts has been reduced, and one-third of the projects cannot be declared this year." Yes, our Faculty of Arts failed the most. The subjects that failed include: "Study on the Imagery of Zhonglan in Ancient Chinese Poetry" by Yan Qunshu, "Study on the Style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties" by Liang Hongming, "Modernization and Popularization of the Eight Beauty of the Qinhuai River" by Li Zhijian Poetics Research "..."

"Hmph, that's not fair. We didn't approve a single project, but you approved three projects by yourself?" Yan Qunshu stood up shaking his white beard.

"This is the decision of the school's academic review committee. This year, I want to promote topics with an international perspective. My topics are all comparisons between China and the West, which meet the standards." Zhang Zhiye replied unhurriedly.

"I don't agree, I think there is something tricky." Yan Qunshu's tone was firm.

Zhang Zhiye coughed, glanced at him, and said, "Mr. Yan, you can't say such things casually. You have to show evidence. If you can't show evidence, I can sue you for framing in the United States." of."

Yan Qunshu slapped the table and said: "If I am an old man, I won't be approved. How can a young talent like Liang Hongming not be approved? I have read his project report, and I think it is very valuable." Liang Hong Ming looked at Yan Qun's book and was a little moved.

"Hmph, his project application form cannot take effect without the dean's signature. Of course, the school will not approve it. Teacher Liang ignores the department's rules and regulations, and has no leadership. This opening cannot be opened. Once he is released , such a large liberal arts college, how do you manage it? Young people should settle down and accumulate some experience, and there will be opportunities in the future. Besides, the doctoral students who have just graduated have never done any serious research. How do they do this? Big subject? How can you break the rules of the academic world?" Zhang Zhiye knocked on the table.

"Mr. Liang, I'm speaking for you, are you making a show?" Yan Qunshu glanced at Liang Hongming.

Liang Hongming stood up and said, "I think what Dean Zhang said makes sense." Everyone was taken aback, and Yan Qunshu asked in surprise, "You, you, what did you say?"

Liang Hongming turned to face Zhang Zhiye, and said slowly: "Dean Zhang is indeed a person who has learned both Chinese and Western cultures. What he just said reminds me of a story."

"Haha, Mr. Liang, I heard that you are very good at telling stories, so you might as well talk about it." Zhang Zhiye proudly picked up his coffee cup.

Liang Hongming continued: "In ancient times, there was a father and son who raised a big ox and a calf. One day, the son led the calf to the field, but his father grabbed the ox by its tail. The father said: The calf can't plow the field. , how can you go to the field? The son asked: "If the calf does not go to the field, how can he learn to plow the field? According to Dean Zhang, as long as it is a calf, it is not qualified to go to the field, right? Then I want to ask, Zhang Yuan Now, of course, you are a big bull, a big bull, but before that, when you were a little bull, who dared to let you go out of the field? Isn't this breaking the rules of the academic world?!"

Zhang Zhiye didn't expect Liang Hongming to dig a hole for himself, so he was at a loss for words.

Liang Hongming continued: "I, Liang Hongming, have never done a project, so I have no ability to do it. I would like to ask, who can eat at birth? According to Dean Zhang's logic, as long as it is young , deserve to starve to death, am I right?"

The teachers let out a burst of laughter, and Yan Qunshu laughed so hard that his beard kept shaking.

Zhang Zhiye coughed in embarrassment: "Quiet, this is a meeting. Dr. Liang's storytelling is very vivid, but I have to tell you that academics and storytelling are not the same thing. Academics are not tested by words, but by the butt." It’s been a decade of cold sitting on the bench.”

"That's right, that's right, Dean Zhang must have a strong butt, he can sit through the bottom of a prison, let alone a bench?" Liang Hongming seized this topic and attacked Zhang Zhiye.

"Hmph, I passed Teacher Liang's class today, and it was an eye-opener. I, Zhang, have been drinking foreign ink for ten years abroad. I have seen countless Western masters (masters), and I have never met such a class. Get a gorgeous female student, ran to the front of the classroom and started singing. What is the name of the singing student? How did our liberal arts college recruit such a person? It’s too damaging to our reputation. Be more modern, even post-modern I don't object to modern times at all, but it has to be in line with the national conditions, the classroom is such a sacred place, how can you allow you to do anything arbitrarily!!!" After a while of silence, Zhang Zhiye began to fight back.

"Dean Zhang, you said that my project application was not well written. I accept it, but I disagree with you. I think there is only one standard for being a teacher. Students love to listen, so that students can learn things. As for the form, It doesn't matter." Liang Hongming spread his hands.

"As your leader, I would like to remind you a few words in good faith. Whether you listen or not, the School of Literature will not take care of you if you have problems in the future." Zhang Zhiye made a threatening voice.

"I don't need the School of Arts to take care of it, let alone Dean Zhang. I'm in charge of my own classes." Liang Hongming sat down after finishing speaking.

Zhang Zhiye picked up the coffee cup, took a sip, and said, "Okay, okay, Mr. Liang has a personality, and I, Mr. Zhang, was just worrying about it. The meeting is adjourned."

The teachers all got up and dispersed, leaving only Liang Hongming and Yan Qunshu.Yan Qunshu walked up to Liang Hongming and said, "Xiao Liang, you can do it. You have a backbone. I have long since disliked Zhang Zhiye."

"Am I a little too much?"

"Yes? Not at all, young man, just need to be aggressive." Yan Qunshu patted Liang Hongming on the shoulder.

"Teacher Yan, thank you for speaking up for me."

Yan Qunshu stroked his beard and said with a smile, "It's not worth mentioning. If you find time, let's have a drink or two and have a good chat about your thesis."

"Okay, please criticize Mr. Yan a lot."

Yan Qunshu walked out with his hands behind his back.

When Liang Hongming came to the office, he remembered what Tian Heng had asked him to do a few days ago, asking him to write a poem for his favorite girl.He typed the three words "beauty Fu" on the computer, wrote a few sentences, deleted them, wrote a few more sentences, and deleted them again. Huh?" Turning around and standing in front of the window, looking at the beautiful campus and the students in the campus.

Still without inspiration, he walked out of the teaching building and unconsciously walked to the east side of the building.On the bench, under the autumn sun, a girl is reading a book.Looking at the girl's silhouette, Liang Hongming became a little obsessed.The girl turned her head, and Liang Hongming was surprised to find that it was Li Le.

"Teacher Liang." Li Le smiled.

"Ah, Li Le, good morning." Liang Hongming strode over.

"Mr. Liang, I'm sorry." Li Le lowered his head slightly.

"Sorry? What are you sorry for?" Liang Hongming was a little surprised.

"Because I let you get beaten, are you healed?" Li Le smiled.

"It's alright, it's all over long ago." Liang Hongming touched his forehead subconsciously, and suddenly realized.

"Mr. Liang, please keep the matter of my singing in the bar a secret for me, okay? I just don't want this to affect my study. You keep it a secret for me, and I will keep it a secret for you. I will never say you go to the bar again." About the bar, this is a secret between the two of us, okay?"

"Ok."

"Mr. Liang, I want to ask you a question. In your class, you said that the poems in the Book of Songs can be sung. I have been thinking about this. I especially like one of them, "Jianjia". Can you listen to me sing it? See if I understand right?" Li Le got up and asked Liang Hongming to sit down.

"Did you compose the tune for the Book of Songs? Can you still compose?" Liang Hongming looked up at Li Le.

"It's not counting composing, but I just like to read these poems. When I look at them, there are pictures in my mind and melodies in my ears."

"Then you sing, I'll listen!"

Li Le took a deep breath and sang "Jian Jia":
Jian Jia Cang Cang, white dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Recalling from it, the road is hindered and long.

Traveling backwards from it, just in the middle of the water.

The reeds are luxuriant, and the white dew is not yet clear.

The so-called Yi people are in the Mee of the water.

Follow it back and forth, the road blocks and joins.

Backtracking from it, Wan is in the water.

The reeds are picked, but the white dew is not finished.

The so-called Yi people are in the water.

Go back from the road, resistance and right.

From the back of the tour, Wan is in the water.

After Li Le finished singing, Liang Hongming was still intoxicated by the singing and artistic conception.

"Teacher Liang." Li Le called Liang Hongming in a low voice.

"Okay, Li Le, you sang so well, it's almost exactly the same as Jian Jia's artistic conception as I understand it." Only then did Liang Hongming come to his senses.

"Really?" Li Le was flattered.

"Really, I like you singing now more than you singing on the bar stage."

Li Le blushed a little.

"Li Le, when we talk about the Book of Songs, can you sing it in class?" Liang Hongming suggested.

Seeing Liang Hongming's earnestness, Li Le suddenly covered his mouth, giggled, shook his head and said: "Mr. Liang, you are so outdated, haha, I didn't compose this song, it has been there for a long time, I just sang it once."

"No matter who composed the music, you must sing it in class."

At this time, Li Le's cell phone rang, and she checked the time: "Goodbye, Teacher Liang, I have to go."

Seeing Li Le's figure disappearing into the sunlight, Liang Hongming's mind was still filled with Li Le's singing. Suddenly, he was inspired, and he couldn't help shouting: "Yes." He ran back to the office.

Pushing open the door and entering the office, Liang Hongming sat at the desk, picked up a pen and paper, and quickly wrote a poem:
"Beauty Fu"

There are beautiful women in Huicheng, and microwaves lead to butterfly dreams.

The bright color is good, and it looks like a startled bird.

Jianjia is next to a water, and the white dew pours out all the people.

The people under the flowers are independent, and the songs in front of the tree are endless.

Liang Hongming looked at the poem and leaned back on the chair with satisfaction.Then send a text message to Tian Heng: Write poems to help you chase girls.

Back home, Liang Hongming faced the bathroom mirror, took the shampoo as a microphone, and sang Li Yugang's "The Drunken New Concubine" intoxicatedly.

Zou Qin, who was doing housework, couldn't listen anymore, walked to the door of the bathroom, and knocked on the door.

Liang Hongming opened the door and explained to her: "We hold a welcome party in our department, and the teachers have to perform in reverse. I'm not practicing female voice. You discourage me."

(End of this chapter)