my doctor husband

Chapter 30

The iron tree is blooming, the iron tree is really blooming!TV lectures made him famous almost overnight.Her husband finally became popular in a place he couldn't even imagine, and it was so unbelievably popular.I really feel that our hard days are coming to an end, I hope it will be smooth sailing from now on, and I will no longer be afraid of daily necessities.In fact, there are still many incredible things, maybe life itself is so incredible!
1
In the ward of the school hospital, Yan Qunshu sat up and asked Aunt Yan who was pouring boiling water to sit next to him.Aunt Yan came over with water, and Yan Qunshu put the water down and took her hand.Aunt Yan was a little embarrassed and said, "This is in the hospital." Yan Qunshu didn't let go of his hand, so she had to sit next to him.

"Sufang." Yan Qunshu called out.

"You haven't called me that for so many years. Ever since you had a child, you have always called Xiaowei his mother." Aunt Yan was shocked at first, and then warmed up.

"Yeah, it's been more than 20 years, Sufang, you have suffered with me for the rest of your life." Yan Qunshu held her hand tightly, feeling very uncomfortable, knowing that her life was about to come to an end, a sense of guilt dominated her. his heart.

"What are you talking about? I'm very content." Aunt Yan was about to cry.

Yan Qunshu wiped the white hair on his wife's head: "Oh, in this life, in the end, I feel that it is really fleeting, fleeting. I still remember when you grew your first white hair, I secretly pulled it out for you. I'm afraid you will feel sad when you see it, but later, there are more and more white hairs, and you can't pull them out no matter what, I knew that we are getting old."

"I know you pulled it out, but I didn't tell you." Aunt Yan's tears finally fell.

At this time, Liang Hongming also came to the ward.When Yan Qunshu saw him coming, he quickly called him over: "Hongming, I have one last wish."

"Teacher Yan, don't say it's the last, it's still early." Liang Hongming smiled apologetically.

Yan Qunshu shook his head with a smile, and waved his hands: "Hongming, I know about my illness. In fact, I had symptoms a few years ago, and I never took it to heart. This time, I understand in my heart that the time has come."

"Teacher Yan, you have to be more open." Liang Hongming leaned over so that Yan Qunshu could speak less effort.

"My favorite thing in my life is the three-foot podium. I just like to stand on the podium and look at the innocent and hungry eyes under the podium. I thought in my heart, if I can put these poems and words in class If you talk a little, they will listen more, and we will keep more of these good things from our ancestors. I insist on this idea, but unfortunately, it seems that this semester's class is difficult to finish." Although everyone tried their best to hide In fact, he is well aware of his condition and knows that his time is running out.

"Teacher Yan, don't worry, I will help you with your class." Liang Hongming comforted.

"What I want to say is this, Hong Ming. I don't want to go to the hospital to take medicine and injections anymore. I know it's useless, so why bother? Tomorrow, I want to give my last class to my classmates. It's also a farewell." Yan Qunshu looked at Liang Hongming with a sincere look in his eyes.

The next day's teaching building, the classroom was never so full. Not only students from this class came, but also many students from other grades. Liang Hongming sat on the edge of the first row.When Yan Qunshu stepped onto the podium, the students applauded enthusiastically.

Yan Qunshu cleared his voice and said, "Students, today I will only talk about one poem, which is..."

Before he could speak, Yan Qunshu began to cough continuously, and the students all looked at him with concern and concentration.He finally caught his breath, and continued: "Today I'm going to talk about Du Fu's "Deng Gao", which is my favorite Qilu." He wrote the word "Deng Gao" on the blackboard. Coughed up.

Liang Hongming stood up and asked, "Teacher Yan, would you like to rest for a while?"

Yan Qunshu shook his head, and began to recite eight lines of poetry deeply and full of emotion.

The sky was scorching and the ape wailed, and Zhu Qingsha and white birds flew back.

The endless fall of the trees, the endless Yangtze River rolling in.

Wandering With Melancholy, a century on stage alone and sick.

Hard hatred Fanshuang temples, knocked down the new cup of turbidity.

While reciting poems, Yan Qunshu was still coughing. He took out his handkerchief, and there was blood in the phlegm he coughed up. He looked at it and quickly wrapped it up.He took a few breaths and gained some strength: "Ascending the heights is known as the crown of seven-character verses in ancient and modern times. Especially the last four sentences almost describe all kinds of tastes in life. Thousands of miles and autumns are often guests. Think about it carefully." , life is nothing more than a bitter journey, lonely sorrow, like rustling leaves and rolling rivers, lingering and driving away..."

Yan Qunshu coughed a few more times, paused for a few minutes, and continued to give lectures: "One hundred years of sickness alone on stage, one hundred years is the end of one's life, sickness is easy to understand, it is the decline of the body, and going on stage alone is about the suffering of the spirit... ...This line of poetry seems to be written by Master Du just for me today."

After speaking, Yan Qunshu coughed again.

Yan Qunshu looked at Liang Hongming and said, "Hongming, help me copy this poem on the blackboard. Students, you should also copy it on your notes. Only by writing it down can you truly appreciate the artistic conception of this poem."

Liang Hongming helped Yan Qunshu to sit down, walked back to the podium, picked up the chalk, and began to copy the poem stroke by stroke.

Yan Qunshu sat on the chair, panting with difficulty.In the classroom, only the breathing of chalk, pen and Yan Qunshu can be heard.After Liang Hongming finished copying the last word, he turned around and called out, "Teacher Yan."

Yan Qunshu did not answer.

The students below felt that something was wrong, they all raised their heads and looked at Yan Qunshu.

Liang Hongming rushed to him and shouted: "Teacher Yan...Teacher Yan..." However, Yan Qunshu was no longer breathing.Li Le and the others, who had been suppressing their grief, finally burst into tears. They all gathered around Yan Qunshu, calling his name.Liang Hongming didn't shout, nor did he shed tears, but stared blankly at Yan Qunshu who left quietly.

Liang Hongming recited the last few words of Deng Gao: "Wanli's sad autumn is often a guest, and he is alone on the stage after a hundred years of illness. Hardship and bitterness hates the frosty temples, and the new turbid wine glass..." Unknowingly, his cheeks hung With two lines of clear tears.

After the funeral was finished, Liang Hongming came to Yan Qun's calligrapher.Seeing Yan Qunshu's portrait hanging on the wall, Aunt Yan saw him coming, and quickly took out a thick stack of handwritten manuscript paper from the bookcase and handed it to Liang Hongming.He took it and flipped through it. They were all the lesson preparation notes and lesson plans written by Yan Qunshu over the past few decades, neatly drawn one stroke at a time.Looking at these manuscripts, he seemed to see this respectable old gentleman.

"Auntie, these are Teacher Yan's lesson preparation notes and lesson plans." Liang Hongming's eyes were moist.

"That's right, it's been 30 years, and I haven't lost anything for a year, and I keep them all." Aunt Yan dared not see these manuscripts again, and her heart ached.

"Teacher Yan." Liang Hongming's nose felt sore.

"When he left, he asked me to give this to you. He said it might not be useful, but it was his decades of painstaking efforts, and he was reluctant to burn it." Aunt Yan told him that this was Yan Qunshu's last wish.

"No, aunt, these are the treasures of the school, they are more precious than anything else." Liang Hongming suddenly felt the weight of these manuscripts in his hand.

"Take it." Aunt Yan patted the manuscripts lightly, but insisted that Liang Hongming accept them.

"Okay, Aunt Yan, then I will accept it." Liang Hongming hugged the manuscripts even more tightly.

After leaving the door, Liang Hongming couldn't control himself any longer, and sat down holding a large pile of lesson preparation notes written by Yan Qun, crying bitterly.

After a while, he adjusted his emotions and got up.When he was about to go back, he saw Yan Wei pulling a pile of books on a cart and throwing them into the trash can.

"Wait a minute." Liang Hongming shouted.

"What are you doing?" Yan Wei stopped when he saw it was him.

"Why are you throwing away such a good book?" Liang Hongming flipped through the book.

"There is no place to put it, and no one wants to sell this thing as scrap." Yan Wei looked disdainful.

"This is the hard work that Mr. Yan has accumulated all his life. How can you just throw it away? Although these books are not rare books, they are all of academic value." Looking around, they are all very good books.

"You think it's easy to sell it to you, and it costs five cents a book." Yan Wei was just feeling troubled by pulling it out, when Liang Hongming came to save himself trouble.

Hearing what he said, Liang Hongming immediately took out all the money and threw it to Yan Wei: "I bought it."

Liang Hongming squatted down, took out a book and opened it. The title page was stamped with the seal of Yan Qunshu, and every page was densely filled with annotations. These books were the painstaking efforts of Yan Qunshu all his life.

When Zou Qin came home, she saw the old books that Liang Hongming had bought from Yan Wei piled up on the floor of the house. When she went to pay the rent just now, she had some small quarrels with Mei Yun, and she suddenly became more irritable.

Zou Qin raised her voice an octave, and said, "Liang Hongming, what's going on? This is already messy enough. Why did you get so many old books again? Where are you going to put them? Rent a poor house to live in, and suffer every day." I just know how to fiddle with these broken books, can I eat or drink?"

Liang Hongming picked up another book, flipped through it, and said, "Look, this is one copy, one print. Yan Wei doesn't know what to buy. This book can sell for at least 100 yuan on the Internet."

"What?" Zou Qin fell silent when he heard that it was written by Yan Qun's calligrapher.

"The old editions are expensive now."

"Then how much do you get for this pile?"

"Hundreds of copies, that's a lot of money."

"Then is it appropriate for us to bring it?"

"Well, I'll talk to Dean Zhang tomorrow. Teacher Yan's batch of books will be donated to the library of the Faculty of Arts. I think this is the best destination for Teacher Yan."

Liang Hongming then got busy, sorting the books neatly.

2
One day, a short man wearing sunglasses walked into the office of the Faculty of Arts.Mei Yun was sorting out the materials, she raised her head and asked, "Who are you?"

"Wu Wei, TV producer, I'm doing the 'Huicheng Lecture Hall' program, and I want to choose a speaker from Huizhou Normal University." The man took out his business card.

"This matter has to be referred to our dean." Mei Yun stopped what she was doing and looked at the business card.

"Okay, please take the trouble to take me there." Wu Wei nodded very politely.

Mei Yun stood up: "Okay, it's right next to you." Then she and Wu Wei walked to the dean's office.Mei Yun brought Wu Wei to knock on the door, and Zhang Zhiye was drinking tea.

Mei Yun entered the room, introduced Wu Wei to Zhang Zhiye, and said, "Dean Zhang, this is Wu Wei, the producer of the municipal TV station. He is running a column of 'Huicheng Grand Forum' and wants to find a speaker in our school. Teacher." Turning to Wu Wei again, "Producer Wu, this is our Dean Zhang."

Zhang Zhiye immediately asked Wu Wei to sit down, and Mei Yun served him a cup of tea and sat down too.

"Hi Dean Zhang, excuse me." Wu Wei picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.

"What are you looking for?" Zhang Zhiye smiled.

"It must be quick-spoken and able to tell stories. Dean Zhang, can you call the teachers of the college and let's have a meeting?" Wu Wei proposed such an idea.

"Okay, Teacher Mei, please inform everyone that we will gather in the conference room this afternoon." Zhang Zhiye agreed without thinking.

"Many teachers have lessons." Mei Yun reminded.

"I don't care about those who have classes, and let those who have no classes or business trips come."

"it is good."

Wu Wei was very satisfied with his arrangement and said, "Thank you."

After talking about some details, Wu Wei got up to say goodbye.Mei Yun and Wu Wei went out together.

After two days of selection, Wu Wei was a little disappointed that he couldn't find a suitable speaker.On this day, Wu Wei came to the office of the Faculty of Arts again.

Wu Wei said: "Mr. Mei, thank you, I have to go."

"How is it? Did you choose the right person?" Mei Yun asked.

Wu Wei was obviously very disappointed, shook his head, and said, "Unexpectedly, the dignified Huizhou Normal University can't even pick out a single person who can give lectures. Those who are knowledgeable are not good at eloquence, and those who are good at eloquence are not good at learning, alas."

"No way, there are dozens of professors, but not even one is suitable?" Mei Yun was a little surprised.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, I have knowledge but no character, I have to go." After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

Mei Yun suddenly remembered something and said, "Wait a minute, Teacher Liang Hongming didn't go?"

"Liang Hongming? It seems that there is no him." Wu Wei stopped.

"You look for someone with personality, he has the most personality." Mei Yun gave a smirk.

"Does he have class today?" Hearing Mei Yun's introduction, Wu Wei regained his energy.

"I'll check the class schedule—well, what a coincidence, I just started class, teaching 302 [-]." Mei Yun flipped out the class schedule.

"Okay, I'll go and listen to your recommendation." Wu Wei didn't want to return empty-handed.

"It may not be suitable, but he is a teacher with characteristics, you go and see." Mei Yun nodded.

"Okay, thank you Teacher Mei." Wu Wei smiled and left.

Wu Wei pushed open the door of Teaching No. 302 [-], but found that the classroom was empty, with neither students nor teachers. He shook his head and sighed, "Oh, Huizhou Normal University is not worthy of its name."

He could only walk out in disappointment. When passing by the lawn of the campus, he found a young man sitting on the ground with dozens of students.Wu Wei walked over and listened, but he didn't know that the lecturer was Liang Hongming.

Liang Hongming said: "Let's learn from the ancients today and go to the campus to take classes. The core lifeblood of Chinese culture is the unity of man and nature. We spend all day in a reinforced concrete classroom, looking up to the ceiling and lowering our heads to the floor. How could it be possible to understand Chinese poetry in the plywood? Besides, what we are going to talk about today is the great poet Li Bai, a twister who was born to go out of the ordinary way. Students, who can describe Li Bai in one sentence?"

Li Xianliang's voice: "Li Bai is the greatest romantic poet in China."

Jia Jing also spoke: "Shixian, he is the most free poet in the history of Chinese poetry."

Liang Hongming looked at the two students who were actively speaking, nodded, and said, "That's right, is there anything new?"

Li Le's voice: "Teacher Liang, Li Bai is not only a poet, but also a musician."

Liang Hongming smiled: "That's amazing. A poet knows music, just like a hooligan knows martial arts. No one can stop him. Tell me your reason?"

Li Le said: "When I was previewing, I saw a material that said that there are about [-] lines in Li Bai's poems that involve singing, dancing and playing the piano."

Liang Hongming became interested: "Oh? Tell me."

Li Le said: "The musical instruments mentioned here include qin, se, zither, harp, pipa... and flute, xiao, pipe, and sheng. There are 14 kinds in total. A poet who likes music so much, it's no wonder he The rhythm of the poem is so good."

Wu Wei couldn't help sitting next to the students, listening carefully, and took out his mobile phone to record.

Liang Hongming applauded and looked at Li Le approvingly: "Well said, Li Bai can host a Spring Festival Gala by himself, he is the one who sings, he plays the piano, and he can write a series of lyrics by himself. It's a pity, Li Bai If he was born now, the director of this year's Spring Festival Gala would not be Xiao Gang."

The students laughed.

These answers did not satisfy Liang Hongming, so he continued to ask, "Are there any other answers?"

The student didn't speak, but looked at Liang Hongming.

Liang Hongming said: "A chivalrous man! Li Bai is still a chivalrous man! Do you have any impression of his "Xia Ke Xing"?"

Wei Xing replied: "Teacher, I know, I can recite this poem."

"Then recite a few words."

Wei Xing punched twice, gestured and recited fluently:

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming.

The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

Hello.

Liang Hongming applauded with the students: "It's not easy to memorize such a long poem. Applause encourages..."

Wei Xing proudly said: "I just like this kind of poems, they have feelings and are powerful! Those Yingyingyanyanyanqingqingqing me and me, I can't memorize them even if I pinch my nose."

Liang Hongming continued: "In this poem, we can see Li Bai's knight-errant temperament. This knight-errant temperament not only includes the romance, free and easy mentioned above, but also has a kind of wildness."

Jia Jing asked, "Mr. Liang, what do you mean by Ranger?"

(End of this chapter)