But Han Jiulin didn't care about the fact that his car was rear-ended and had no intention of asking the other party for compensation.
If you get a sincere apology from the other party, you will not ask the other party for money.
"No need, everyone is anxious and careless sometimes. The car collision is not a big problem, I will handle it myself." Han Jiulin shook his head at the woman, smiled faintly, stepped on the accelerator, and left slowly.
"Hey, sir, sir!" The woman looked blank. She never expected that the other party would not want to compensate for being rear-ended by her.
After shaking her head and smiling helplessly, the woman seemed to have remembered something important, and with a worried look on her face, she quickly returned to her Porsche Cayenne and drove away.
Jinmen University.
Han Jiulin parked his car in the parking lot outside the school gate and walked in without almost any obstruction.
People like him, who are heroic and have a refined temperament, would be easily let in unless they are in some profitable or security-rich places.
The security guard at the door even nodded and greeted him in a friendly manner when he entered. Perhaps he thought he was a teacher?
Universities are no different from primary and secondary schools. Students here have much more freedom. At any time, you can see students and teachers walking around on the university campus.
The arrival of Han Jiulin seems to have once again thrown a big stone into this already vibrant university campus, causing quite a stir.
Wherever he passed, some men and women with slightly green faces stopped and cast stunning and admiring looks at him.
When Han Jiulin walked around and finally found the library of Jinmen University, cumulatively, more than ten female students bravely asked him for their contact information.
And these dozen female students who dared to ask him for their contact information were less than one-tenth of the female students he met along the way who were amazed by him.
The library of Jinmen University looks a little bit vicissitudes of life on the outside, but it is huge in scale.
As soon as Han Jiulin stepped into the door of the library, he saw an old man with gray hair, splashing ink at a desk inside the door.
The words he writes are like flying dragons and phoenixes, penetrating the back of the paper and very beautiful.
Han Jiulin was attracted by the words written by the old man and couldn't help but stop and watch.
The old man happened to be writing to the end. Jin Gou mentioned it and completed the poem. He looked up at Han Jiulin and asked with a smile: "I see you are enjoying it. I wonder what you think of the word "I"?
Han Jiulin said truthfully: "The old man's handwriting is as fast as a dragon and a snake. It penetrates the back of the paper and has profound skills. It's just that he pursues form too much and inevitably loses a bit of charm."
Listening to what Han Jiulin said in front of him, the old man smiled happily, but when he heard what happened behind him, the old man's face suddenly stretched.
The old man seemed a little embarrassed, waved his hand and said, "You kid, you don't know how to pretend to understand, go away quickly."
Han Jiulin nodded, said softly, and walked towards the library.
"Hey, this kid, will he leave if I tell him to leave?" The old man glanced at Han Jiulin's back and shook his beard in confusion.
Immediately, the old man lowered his head to read his writing carefully.
"If you pursue style too much, you will inevitably lose some of your charm?" The old man murmured, frowning in thought.
I don’t know how long it took, but Han Jiulin came back with three books in his hand and asked: "I heard from the students in the library that you are the manager here. I want to borrow books. Do you have any requirements?"
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The old man came back to his senses, looked up at Han Jiulin, and asked, "Are you not from the school?"
Han Jiulin nodded and said, "No, I just live next to the school."
The old man shook his head and said: "The books in this school are not allowed to be borrowed. You can read them here if you want, but you can't take them away."
"Okay." Han Jiulin didn't force it and planned to put the book back.
"Wait a moment."
The old man suddenly raised his brows, stopped Han Jiulin, and said, "Rules are dead, but people are alive. In fact, if you really want to borrow a book, it's not impossible."
Han Jiulin turned around and said, "Can I borrow it?"
The old man nodded and said, "You can borrow it, but you have to tell me first what does the phrase 'if you pursue style too much, you will inevitably lose some of your charm' mean?"
Han Jiulin was startled for a moment, then came to the old man's side with a smile and said, "Please give way."
The old man didn't know what to say, but he still took a few steps back.
Then Han Jiulin put the three books in his hand aside, then took off the old man's words, revealing the new paper underneath.
Then he picked up a brush, filled it with ink, and started writing.
At this moment, Han Jiulin stood as tall as a pine tree, and his movements of swiping and splashing ink showed that he had an aura that could only be achieved after decades of skill.
When he writes, he is even more vigorous and powerful. The iron painting is made of silver hook, and there is softness in the hardness.
The old man was stunned. He never expected that this young man was also a master of calligraphy?
While the old man was stunned, Han Jiulin had already written the first line of words.
Lotus can be harvested in the south of the Yangtze River.
The old man knew at a glance that Han Jiulin was going to rewrite the Han Yuefu Jiangnan he had just written!
The old man immediately understood Han Jiulin's intention.
Han Jiulin made a special trip to write another poem that was exactly the same. Comparing the two poems, it was used to stamp out his words!
The old man suddenly became angry and secretly said: "I don't believe what kind of flowers you kid can write!"
Han Yuefu, Jiangnan.
You can pick lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, where there are fields of lotus leaves, among the lotus leaves, there are lotus leaves to the east, lotus leaves to the west, lotus leaves to the south, and lotus leaves to the north.
Han Jiulin wrote this poem in one breath.
The old man was still unconvinced at first and was thinking of comparing, but when Han Jiulin wrote the second line of the poem, he felt a little ashamed.
After Han Jiulin finished writing the entire poem, the old man completely lost his temper and stared at the Jiangnan written by Han Jiulin in a daze, savoring it carefully.
"Now, do you understand?" Han Jiulin put down his brush and turned around to ask.
The old man replied sincerely: "I understand a little bit."
Han Jiulin smiled and said, "Then you continue to read for a while and study more, and you will understand it completely."
The old man nodded, looked down at Han Jiulin's words, waved his hand without raising his head and said: "Okay, take the book away, remember to change it back."
"Okay." Han Jiulin responded, picked up three books, and walked away.
When he reached the door, a woman walked towards him. It was the beautiful driver who lived in Jinshan Villa and chased Han Jiulin from the back of the car.
The beautiful driver was surprised and happy when she saw Han Jiulin. She quickly walked up the steps and came to Han Jiulin and said: "Sir, I almost thought I couldn't find you. I hit your car. I have to pay you."
Some compensation will do."
Han Jiulin didn't expect to meet the other party here. He smiled and shook his head and said: "It's really unnecessary. It's all trivial matters. If we bump into something in the future, we can take out the insurance together."
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