Zhong Yue and Gong Chuan are preparing to go to the Academic Affairs Office to go through the procedures for demotion and transfer to majors. This is also convenient. If you fill out a form, the college has no additional conditions for demotion and transfer, that is, you can transfer whatever you like, as long as you like, the premise is that low-level majors cannot be transferred to advanced majors.

For example, the electrical engineering of Huida University is a provincial key. The first-tier line score section recruited in this province, and those admitted to the second-tier line cannot be transferred to this major. Gong Chuan is not from Huizhou, and the electrical engineering is a second-tier line recruited major in the southwest, so he was admitted. These are all geographical differences, so with Zhong Yue's score, the major in Huida University is unimpeded.

Teacher Cao, who is in charge of student registration management, took the form and said, "Have you considered it?"

"Yes."

Teacher Cao looked at the intention form for Chinese language and literature. It was simply eye-catching. A top student in engineering turned to a Chinese department? This is Zhang Fei's embroidery. Why are children now so ridiculous? But they have nothing to do with her. Since they have considered it, they put it away, "Okay, you all go back. Your academic records will be transferred to the Academic Affairs Office of the corresponding college in the next semester. At that time, the student committee will be notified and you can contact him."

Unlike the transfer of majors at the same level and demotion, even the interview and assessment are exempted, just pay an extra one year of tuition.

The two walked out of the Academic Affairs Office. Gong Chuan put his hands in his pockets, "A Yue, you are turning to Chinese language and literature. Is it because of Russell?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Didn't you ask about him yesterday?"

Zhong Yue smiled, "That was what I met him in the calligraphy classroom, so I asked about it."

"Calligraphy classroom? There are such classrooms in our school?" Gong Chuan scratched his head. Of course, he had never heard of this.

"You spend all day in the dormitory playing games, so naturally you don't know."

"Then what are you doing there? You won't tell me, you are practicing calligraphy, right? Hello, do you want to be so literary? How can we communicate with each other in the future?"

Seeing Gong Chuan's sarcastic expression on his face, Zhong Yue punched his shoulder with his fist, "Go to you."

The phone suddenly rang, and Zhong Yue answered the phone.

"Oh, OK, you guys wait."

"A Yue, what's wrong?"

Zhong Yue put his cell phone in his pocket, "It's nothing. Something is sent over. He was stopped at the school gate. I'll get it. You can go back first."

"Do you want me to help?"

"No need, I'll ask them to send it away."

When Zhong Yue arrived at the east school gate, he saw a three-bouncer being stopped outside the school gate from a distance, and several security guards stopped him and refused to enter.

"Mr. Zhong, this thing has been framed, you see?"

Zhong Yue walked out of the school gate under the gaze of several security guards and lifted up the blanket wrapped outside the picture frame. The whole family was happy and the packaging was very gorgeous. The wooden frame was sprayed with metal paint, which looked very valuable.

The texture of the paper backing is also a very three-dimensional auspicious cloud pattern, which is very good. Zhong Yue covered the blanket.

The uncle who drove the three-bouncer was tanned, smoking a cigarette, and said with a smile: "Boss Pang asked me to send it, but he was stopped by these security guards. Are you Mr. Zhong?"

Zhong Yue paid him the final payment and said, "I'll give you another hundred. How about you send this character to a place for me?"

When I heard that I had money, the old man's eyes were bright, "I'll cover me."

Zhong Yue told the old man the address of the old Pan family in Xiatang Village, and then said hesitantly: "If you see Ms. Pan Yuefeng, please bring her a word."

"no problem."

Zhong Yue stroked the frame, "I wish her happiness and no more disturbing."

Zhong Yue thought about it for a long time. No matter what happened back then, the best way for his mother now is not to disturb her new life. Everyone has the right to pursue happiness.

Sanbengzi turned around and left, and a stone in Zhong Yue's heart also fell to the ground. Ten years later, the trace of bonds that had been gone.

Zhong Yue walked into the public teaching building. There were not many people in the calligraphy classroom, only about ten people.

When he walked in, his eyes were obviously different. He was a little restless. Zhong Yue did not say anything or say hello. He walked to a desk beside the window, spread the paper open, and copied the "Analects of Confucius".

...

Zhonggong asked Ren. Confucius said, "Going out is like seeing a great guest, and making the people feel like they are offering sacrifices; do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you; there is no resentment in the country, and no resentment in the home." Zhonggong said, "Although Yong is not sensitive, I will ask for this to speak."

...

For Zhong Yue, "The Analects of Confucius" has been easy to understand with Master Nan Huaijin's interpretation.

"It's boring to read the Analects of Confucius and Nan Huaijin's books."

Zhong Yue paused his pen and looked at Russell who was sitting in front of him, "Teacher Luo, what does this mean?"

"This is just a single word. Read this and you will fall into his logic."

"I think Master Nan writes well."

Russell sneered, "You are not a Chinese student, but you read Nan Huaijin's books when you read the Analects of Confucius. He has a profound knowledge and has mixed too much of his own things. He has in-depth research on the Buddhist school, so some views have the taste of the Buddhist school, so it is not good to read his books. Yu Dan's also mixed with some Taoist philosophy, and the taste changes."

"Then what do you think you're good at?"

Russell smiled and said, "What do you think of these?"

"Be an interest."

"Then I read the original text. As a college student, if I don't even have the ability to read classical Chinese, I will not be worthy of the three words "A college student."

Zhong Yue was speechless. Luo Laosi's words were really heartbreaking.

"Teacher Luo, can I ask a question about history?"

"Yes. However, the research on the direction of literature and history has not been very profound."

Zhong Yue said slowly: "In ancient times, if a gentleman wanted to examine younger generations and asked to write an article, what direction would this topic take?"

"This question is not very good and easy to answer, but I want to know what questions a person will ask and understand his life preferences. This is also the eternal truth for the past thousand years, and it is also the behavior of those villains flattering and taking what they like. I, Luo, disdain to be with these people!"

"..." Luo Qianzi can raise the problem to the level of character at any time.

Russell smiled and said, "I feel more and more that writing books is about ancient times. Since you write lacquer books so essentially, you must be good at official script. Can you teach me?"

"This... Teacher Luo, I'm really embarrassed. I only know how to write lacquer books, but I really don't know how to write official script."

"Oh? It's interesting. It seems that your calligraphy teacher is also an amazing person. I wonder if you can get to know each other?"

"He has passed away and is an old man in the village."

Russell was a little regretful, "That's it..."

"Don't there be many people in the Calligraphy Association who write well in Lishu? Teacher Luo, your qualifications should be very simple to meet these people, right?"

"Hmph! I, Mr. Luo, don't want to join the old men in the Calligraphy Association!"

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Chapter completed!