Zhou Yuan sat with him for a while, then turned around and glanced at the room behind him. Zhou Yuan said: "Please let me come in and sit down. After all, you are also my father's best friend."
Ye Qilin moved slightly, then threw away the cigarette butt and stood up.
"Come in!" Ye Qilin said.
With that said, he walked into the lighted room.
Zhou Yuan also followed and walked in.
Ye Qilin's dormitory is not big, and there are a lot of things piled inside. It has the smell of a middle-aged greasy uncle.
There are many paintings hanging on the walls, probably some of the awards from students.
Among them, Zhou Yuan also saw a portrait on the wall. This portrait showed a young man wearing a military uniform with only one figure on his back.
The young man was wearing a cloak and holding a spear in his hand, looking majestic and majestic.
Although it is just a painting, the young man in military uniform in the painting looks like a fierce tiger. He stands on the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains of corpses of foreign enemies at his feet.
Under his feet was a royal flag of Daxia!
"Who is this?" Zhou Yuan asked curiously, pointing at the painting.
"This is a painting by one of my students." Ye Qilin poured tea for Zhou Yuan and replied.
"Who is that pictured above?"
"Yuanlong War Lord!"
"Yuanlong War Lord?"
Ye Qilin nodded: "Helan is a girl, seventeen years old this year, and she is disabled. During the Chinese New Year, she and her mother prepared New Year's Eve dinner and waited for the return of her father who had joined the army. The news was,
Dad died in the trench, killed by the Wolf Country."
"So, Helan hates the people of the Wolf Country, she likes Yuanlong War Lord, and she hopes Yuanlong War Lord can avenge her father."
"Helan drew a portrait of Yuanlong War Lord. She said that although she didn't know him, she really hoped that one day Yuanlong War Lord could come to the Wolf Country and drive away all the bad guys."
Listening to Ye Qilin's words, Zhou Yuan seemed to be attracted by this painting.
He reached out and took the painting off the wall.
Zhou Yuan looked at it for a long time and said: "This girl looks very similar in the painting."
Ye Qilin shook his head and smiled, but said nothing.
Zhou Yuan saw a lot of historical materials and books on the table, so he asked: "What are these? I heard from my wife that you are a history teacher."
"You are obviously from the Department of Medicine, why do you want to teach history?"
"I swear I will never practice medicine again." Ye Qilin replied.
After saying this, Ye Qilin picked up the materials collected on the table.
Ye Qilin said: "Helan likes to hear the stories of Yuanlong Zhanzun very much, so I spent several weeks collecting every battle about Yuanlong Zhanzun, and I plan to tell it to my classmates in class tomorrow.
"
"I am a history teacher, and I can feel that those students love their country and support the heroes in their hearts."
Maybe, as Ye Qilin said.
In the hearts of these teenagers, heroes may be their dreams.
Zhou Yuandao: "Now, I am suddenly a little curious and want to meet this girl named He Lan."
Ye Qilin replied: "He Lan is a cheerful disabled girl who goes to class in a wheelchair every day. She and her mother depend on each other, and her mother works as a nanny in a wealthy family."
"He Lan has been different from other students since she was a child. She is hard-working and studious, familiar with the art of war, and knows the Qi Men Dun Jia. She said that when she grows up, she will work on the front lines of the God of War department and strategize."
"But she doesn't know that disabled people cannot enter the Ares department."