"Here you go!" Tao Tao didn't know when she had an envelope in her hand, she quickly stuffed it into his hand, then turned and left.

"Hey, I still have something to say." Ding Zhiyuan shouted towards her back.

Tao Tao didn't even look back and said, "If you have any questions, please write."

Ding Zhiyuan put the envelope into his pocket and caught up with Li Weidong with his handbag.

There were still many empty seats in the car. The two put their luggage away and found a seat close to each other to sit down.

Not long after the car drove away, Ding Zhiyuan suddenly remembered the envelope Tao Tao stuffed for him. Could it be a love letter?

Little Taozi is naughty again...

While Ding Zhiyuan was not paying attention, Li Weidong squinted his eyes and peeked.

It is indeed a love letter!

"Oh, Tao Zi is very talented."

Ding Zhiyuan said disdainfully: "It's terrible to be uneducated. This is the word of Wang Guan in the Song Dynasty."

Li Weidong laughed and said: "You copied it? But it's not bad. I don't know where to copy it.

It just doesn’t suit the occasion very well. It’s already the beginning of autumn and spring has passed long ago.”

Ding Zhiyuan rolled his eyes and ignored him.

If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch the spring, you can live with it.

He understands what Tao Tao means, but life is too long and too short, and some things are hard to say...

Dirty dirty...

The train blew its horn and slowly drove out of the platform.

Ding Zhiyuan was lucky, his seat was two seats in a row and next to the window.

After sitting down, he deliberately took out a book from his handbag and put the handbag at his feet.

Opposite me was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He looked up and found that Ding Zhiyuan was holding a Maoist Selections. He curled his lips imperceptibly, then lowered his head and continued to work on his own affairs.

While Ding Zhiyuan was reading, he used the corner of his eye to observe the various people around him.

Next to him was a girl who looked like a student. She had little social experience at first glance, and her face was full of excitement and nervousness. It was probably her first time traveling far away like herself.

The bespectacled man opposite is wearing a Shanghai brand watch, leather shoes, and his hair is meticulously combed. He is most likely from within the system, and his level is difficult to judge at the moment.

But judging from the way he is dressed, he must be a big official and can definitely go to the sleeper car. Why do he have to squeeze into the hard seat with the stupid people?

Diagonally across from him was a man in a suit, who was younger than the institutional man. The suit didn't fit very well, and it was a bit fat on his thin torso, making him look nondescript.

The six people across the aisle in this row include two students, a young couple, and two middle-aged men in simple clothes.

They all seemed quite serious, but Ding Zhiyuan did not dare to take it lightly and made up his mind not to eat, drink, go to the toilet or sleep.

An hour later, the man with glasses stopped writing, rubbed his wrist, and turned to look out the window for a while.

From the reflection in the window glass, he saw the young man opposite him reading and writing and drawing in the book.

Forbearing and enduring, he finally couldn't help but asked curiously: "Young man, can I read your book?"

Ding Zhiyuan was reading something wonderful, and his admiration for the author was like a surging river, or like the Yellow River overflowing and getting out of control.

Being suddenly penetrated by a man with glasses, it felt like that time when you were suddenly kicked out of bed, not to mention how depressed you were.

However, without reaching out to hit the smiling person, Ding Zhiyuan reluctantly closed the book and handed it to him.

The bespectacled man flipped through a few pages carelessly and was surprised to find that there were notes on almost every page.

Some are just one or two words, and some are densely packed paragraphs.

There are words of insight, words of evaluation, and occasionally confusion represented by question marks.

He originally thought that the young man opposite was holding a selected book of Mao Zedong and was just showing off, but when he saw the pile of notes and the rough edges on the corners, he realized that he was wrong.

In particular, the profound understanding of many notes made him, a veteran writer who has been dealing with writing for more than 20 years, nod secretly.

This young man not only saw it, but also saw a lot of tricks.

As far as he knows, young people these days like scar literature and the like, and no matter how bad they are, they also like those modern poems that are useless.

It is rare, no, rare to see Mao Xuan like the young man opposite!

The man with glasses adjusted his glasses, raised his eyes and glanced at Ding Zhiyuan, and said calmly: "College student?"

Ding Zhiyuan showed a shy smile: "Not yet, but it will be after registration."

The man with glasses couldn't help but laugh. He put down his book and looked at Ding Zhiyuan with a careful look: "Philosophy major?"

Ding Zhiyuan asked: "How can you see it?"

The man with glasses raised the book in his hand and said with a smile: "Some of the insights are quite profound. It's not bad for you to have such understanding at your age."

Ding Zhiyuan shook his head and said: "Then you guessed wrong. I am a science major in the Department of Geography."

The man with glasses looked confused: "Isn't geography a liberal arts subject?"

Not only was he puzzled, but the girl next to him and the man in suit diagonally opposite also looked over.

Ding Zhiyuan said: "Geography involves soil, geology, atmosphere, surveying, climate, physics, chemistry and other aspects, and it belongs to the category of natural science.

Therefore, whether at home or abroad, geography has never been a liberal arts subject and is generally placed under the Faculty of Science.

Only our country classifies geography as a liberal arts subject in high school, which is unreasonable and unscientific in itself."

The man with glasses suddenly realized: "Listen to what you said, this is really the case. Empiricism kills people."

The girl next to me interjected: "I majored in liberal arts in high school and was a geography class representative. No wonder I didn't major in geography when I applied for a job. I asked the teacher and he couldn't explain clearly."

Ding Zhiyuan said: "High school geography involves a lot of humanities, most of which fall into the categories of economic geography and human geography, while human geography and economic geography are just two small branches of geography."

The girl admired: "How do you know so much? Aren't you just like me, you just took the college entrance examination this year?"

Ding Zhiyuan laughed and said: "I heard it from hearsay."

"Hello, my name is Ren Chong, majoring in English at Nanjing Normal University."

Ren Chong?

This name is quite..., well, quite unisex, so it's not unreasonable for the girl to be called Ren Chong.

Looking at Ren Chong's extended hand, Ding Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, then touched it and left: "Ding Zhiyuan, Department of Geography, Jinling University."

Ren Chong said: "Classmate Ding, to be fair, when you introduce yourself, should you also introduce your major?"

"Majoring in Cartography and Geographic Information." Ding Zhiyuan smiled, "I'm afraid that if I tell you, you'll ask me what this major is about.

To be honest, I lost count of how many people asked this question in the first three days after receiving the admission notice.

Later, I learned to be smart and only talked about the Department of Geography and never mentioned the name of my major."

Ren Chong covered his mouth and smiled: "Yeah, I don't know either. I was just going to ask you."
Chapter completed!