Chapter 42 Chapter 41: Biography of the Gods and Humans in the Pointing Paintings

At this time, on the podium, a new folding screen was added, separated by a small corner of the podium.Hua Zuimei led her to the podium, and said to the girl: "Miss Wang San, go to that screen and take off your clothes." Miss Wang San snorted, walked up to the podium, and went inside the screen .So among the male students under the podium, some made faces at each other, some smiled at each other, and some lowered their heads and talked softly with their fellow students.But it took only a minute or two. Afterwards, everyone unanimously looked at the podium to see how she would come out.Unexpectedly, Miss Wang San walked into the screen, she didn't see it for half a day, the students were waiting impatiently, Hua Zuimei walked back and forth outside the screen with her hands behind her back.Seeing that the third girl hadn't come out yet, he also poked his head over to have a look.The three girls' clothes were all unbuttoned and put on their bodies.Standing on the ground with bare white feet and shoes, she saw Hua Zuimei turn her body away and covered her clothes again.Hua Zuimei looked at her watch and said, "Take it off! It's been another five minutes." The third girl took off her right shirt sleeve slowly, exposing one arm, and took off her clothes, but the front of her chest was still tied. I got a big red douche.Knowing that he couldn't keep it, he lowered his head and untied it.Seeing her walking slowly, Hua Zuimei walked into the screen by herself, paused her feet slightly, frowned and said, "Hurry up (oral abuse)." Miss Wang San put on a serious face, stroking her hands waist.Hua Zuimei said: "Untie your hair, untie your hair!"

Miss Wang San didn't hesitate, she untied her braid and put her hair on her shoulders.At this time, Hua Zuimei was in a trance and heard the sound of scoffing, and walked out of the screen again.Miss Wang San asked across the street: "Mr. Hua, do you want to take off your clothes too?" Hua Zuimei said: "Didn't I tell you earlier? What else are you asking?" Miss Wang San still stroked her waist and stood there dumbfounded. a while.Hua Zuimei said: "Hurry up (oral abuse)! Alas!" Miss Wang San couldn't do anything, she gently said through the screen: "Take it off."

Hua Zuimei said: "You come out." Miss Wang San looked down, she looked like this all over, she peed through the crack of the screen and looked out, she saw these people, her body became hot, and everyone panicked.Seeing that she was too old to come out, Hua Zuimei had no other choice, so she folded the screen, folded it in one place, and put it aside, and immediately a female statue like a jade carving stood on top of the lecture hall. Compared with the Liberty God in the picture, it is only two meaty wings.At this time, Miss Wang San seemed to be drunk, with her head down, biting her lips with her teeth.Hanging down with crossed hands, both legs were involuntarily clamped tightly.The male students in the audience stared at each other like lychees, all staring dumbfounded.The faces of the female students were all blushing, and they had to lower their heads halfway, facing the table, but raised their eyelids, and stared at her twice.A few naughty male students deliberately turned their heads to look at the female students.One looked at the other, but coughed twice for no reason.

Face each other and make faces.The female student was ashamed and angry, and her face was tense.A few who were more open-minded thought that the more shy the male students were, the more mischievous they were, so they simply behaved like boys and stared at the models on the podium.At this time, Hua Zuimei didn't know what was going on under the podium, he was holding Miss Wang San's arm with his hand, telling her to stand on the podium.He stopped wearing shoes, and stood on the platform with bare feet.Hua Zuimei supported Miss Wang San's left hand to her waist.Raise her right hand to make a half-moon shape.Stretch out your palms and hold your temples.Then he put two hands on Miss Wang San's waist, told her to bend to the right, and then supported her head to bend to the left.Probably make an S-shaped curve.Hua Zuimei compared her curves, helped Miss Wang San loose her hair a few more times, and draped it over her chest, then stepped off the podium, and looked at Miss Wang San.Then he walked a little further, tilted his head, and looked on both sides.He smiled and said, "Yes! That's how you stand." The third girl, Wang San, was naked and carefree, standing on the podium, letting a hundred or two hundred eyes see her, she was not without embarrassment.But if you put your mind to it, if there is no one, it's nothing.Students in this class, look at it, draw a stroke, and they will all draw.A few sat in the front row, center, with the models standing on the podium, facing their faces.They were only three or four feet away from the model.I have myopia, and I also sit in the first row, put on my glasses, and look at the painting carefully.Because I was too attentive, I tried my best to look at it, tilting my head and not turning my eyes.With a pen in his hand, he hung it out of thin air, and didn't know how to write for a long time.Hua Zuimei walked up and down the class, supervising the sketching of male and female students, walked to the side of the myopic eye, and asked, "Why don't you draw? You are so close, can't you see clearly?" The myopic eye was absent-minded, If you are confused, just draw.

When the male students at the back saw it, they all pursed their lips and smiled, and some even secretly glanced at the female students.Zhu Yingxia's seat was the same as Wu Shufen's, and she said softly to her: "Do you think these things are hateful? Just look at us." Wu Shufen said: "We draw ours, don't pay attention to him." When she said that, Zhu Yingxia looked at her paper, and she had already drawn the outline of her body.Then she smiled and asked, "Are you still painting the whole body?" Wu Shufen said, "Of course." Zhu Yingxia puffed her lips, shook her head, and said, "No, I only draw half of it." Wu Shufen said : "Don't make a sound, the more we talk, the more they will watch!" Sure enough, Zhu Yingxia didn't make a sound, just lowered her head and drew.

After painting at one o'clock, everyone left class, and Miss Wang San also took a ten-minute break, then took her clothes and put them on her body. Zhu Yingxia and several female students sat in class and talked together.Miss Wang San stood on the podium by herself, very boring. She stepped on her shoes and walked down the podium. She also wanted to talk to the female student, but she walked over slowly, but she didn't dare to get too close.Wu Shufen was the most forthright, she stepped forward to meet her, she smiled, Wu Shufen asked: "Are you ten years old?" Miss Wang San said: "Sixteen years old." Those female students saw the two of them Speaking, he rushed forward and surrounded her.One sentence from you, one sentence from me, asked her a lot of questions.According to her, there is a mother and a younger brother in the family who live in Xicheng, not far from here.It was Mr. Wang from your place who found my godmother, and my godmother introduced me.At first, it was about the hour, and they said that they would give me one yuan for one hour, but my mother and my godmother refused. Later, they changed it to thirty yuan a month, and let you draw twice a week.I heard that the portrait you painted can be sold for a lot of money. You really want to make money.The female students laughed when they heard this.Zhu Yingxia said: "Does your godmother still care about your business?" When Wu Shufen heard her question, she tugged on her skirt.Miss Wang San didn't seem to care, and said: "Why don't you care? She will always share the money I earn." Zhu Yingxia was stunned, she couldn't ask this question, so she didn't make a sound.Miss Wang San said: "What did you draw? Show me." Where they were standing and talking, there was a table with a drawing board and a few copper nails on it. Woke up.

Miss Wang San couldn't help smiling when she saw it.Turning back to Wu Shufen, he said, "I say you are really lacking in this matter." Everyone never expected Miss Wang San to say this sentence, and when they wanted to refute her with words, they couldn't think of equivalent words for a moment. Just as the bell for going to the hall rang again, everyone dispersed and took their seats.Na Hua Zuimei and some male students came to the hall again. This hour, Miss Wang San wasn't as shy as she was the first time, and took off her clothes happily.Hua Zuimei supported her with her hands, still in the same posture as before.After a good comparison, with his hands behind his back, he was still behind the students, watching them write.Pointing to the student's painting with a little smile on his face, he looked at the model and then at the drawing.Then he said to the students: "Which place should be more raised, which place should be more concave, which place should be curved, and which place should be straight." After that, he pointed to the model with his hand, one by one, for the students Drawing corrections.These students who are obsessed with art saw Mr. Hua answering the lecture with a smile and then painted by hand. What they didn't understand, after he made it a little bit, they all understood.There were a few students who were proud of the painting, looked down at the painting up close, looked up at the people in the distance, shook their heads thinking it was right, and asked Hua Zuimei to take a look.Hua Zuimei has good criticisms and bad criticisms.Then, for everyone's paintings, a general conclusion will be made.Said: "Human body sketches are just appearances. They are like ink clay figurines. What's so interesting? There is a word 'God' in Chinese paintings that is very useful here. I hope you don't just look at it. The whole body of the model is melted from under the pen tip, in other words, it must be vivid. I also want to make a statement, that is, the whole body must be covered, and no place can be ignored.” These students happily, After listening to Hua Zuimei's lecture, I unconsciously drew for an hour.When it came to the hall, there were still a few people who were reluctant to part with it.These female students, everyone went to the empty space outside the classroom to discuss with each other.

Below this class is a Chinese class.The teacher who teaches Chinese is specially hired by Principal Niu here.Principal Niu was specially hired because President Jin specially recommended him, so he had to look at him differently.The Chinese level of this teacher cannot be said to be bad.He was an old Juren in the former Qing Dynasty, and now he is a Qing guest in the government's mansion.But he didn't know what the teaching method was. He selected a few articles from the books "Wen Xuan" and "Dong Lai Bo Yi" and asked the school secretary to copy them and mimeograph them.When you go to class, you also read it according to the handout, and you are done.

Then he said to the students: "If you don't understand, you can ask." After finishing speaking, he put the chair on the podium and sat silently.When students really want to ask him, they can't understand.For example, someone asks: "What do you mean by 'the big piece fakes me with an article'?" He said: "The big piece is the universe. The fake one is Yuye." , Turned up, and said to people: "Do you understand?" The students asked in vain.After finishing reading, he simply let him sit down.As for the students, those who read novels read novels, and those who contributed manuscripts wrote manuscripts.There are also some people who are very busy and have long planned to write family letters in the Guowentang.According to the students: This is also a last resort.Because this teacher has a strong background, everyone who supports the principal has to support this teacher.Therefore, students who do not pay attention to scores will not take this class, so as not to be bound by one o'clock invisibly.

For this reason, Wu Shufen went back to the boarding dormitory after her sketching class.After she went back, she hung the cloth umbrella on the wall, looked up suddenly, and saw a line on the calendar, which said it was 2 o'clock in the afternoon today, and the student association in Beijing was held in the hall.This line of writing was written by myself with steel, just because I was afraid that I would forget the meaning.As soon as she saw her, she immediately went to ask Ms. He Muzhen, a fellow villager, if she would go?Because of her new friend Bi Boli, He Muzhen didn't answer his letter for ten days, and she was very worried about it, and it was inconvenient to write a letter to ask, so she was very anxious.She knew that Bi Boli was an officer of the hometown association and would definitely be there, so she just took this opportunity to find out.Then he said: "I don't plan to go. Is Misiwu going? If so, I can accompany you for a walk." Wu Shufen said: "If you don't go, I won't go." He Muzhen said: "Why do you use me For diversion? Then, I'll accompany you." After lunch, He Muzhen hurried back to the room, brushed her short hair, and wrapped a water-red strand of hair around her hair.Then I put on some powder, changed into a flowered dress, and sprinkled some perfume on the dress.Facing the mirror, I first looked closely at it many times, then stood farther away, turned my back to the mirror, turned my head, took a look, and picked it up. Then I found a new handkerchief, sprinkled it with perfume, and put it on Push the button down.Holding a sun umbrella in his hand, he came to Wu Shufen.Although Wu Shufen has a few pockmarks on her face, she loves grooming as much as others.At this time, she was wiping a large piece of cream on the palm of her hand, and she was wiping it in front of the mirror, when she turned her head and saw He Muzhen coming, she smiled at the person in the mirror: "I just finished eating, so fast, you just picked it up. I heard you say to go casually, but I don't know if you will go or not?" He Muzhen said: "I was going out of the city to do some shopping, so let's take a look." Wu Shufen said: "Then, you still insist on going It's over." She brushed her hair together as she spoke, and everything was done, and it was already thirty minutes away.He Muzhen said: "Let's go, the meeting is at two o'clock, and it's already a quarter past one."

Wu Shufen smiled and said: "You who don't plan to go are more impatient than me." Although Wu Shufen said something carelessly, He Muzhen seemed embarrassed and lowered her head without answering.The two of them left the dormitory, hired a car and went all the way to the hall. The meeting place is in the theater on the side of the hall.There are one or two hundred students, but there are only seven or eight female students. At the entrance, there were several ushers standing there with leaflets in their hands.When they saw the female student coming from afar, they were all very polite and greeted them with smiles. They pointed at the table next to them with the leaflet rolled up in their hands, and said with a smile: "Please sign it." They signed it. After passing the name, they walked side by side, with a sun umbrella hanging on one arm, and each other arm in arm, and went in together.Walking into the theater, He Muzhen's eyes were like lightning, looking into the crowd for a week.Beside the pillars of the stage, there is a person in a green gown, it is Bi Boli.Seeing him, He Muzhen couldn't help but smile.Thinking in her heart, when Bi Boli saw her coming, she would definitely come. Unexpectedly, it was delayed for more than ten minutes, and the bell was already ringing for the meeting, but Bi Boli never came.Later, a few people gave speeches, and everyone discussed the rules in the meeting and the re-election of staff, and the people in the meeting began to talk freely.Sitting there, Bi Boli raised her head and met He Muzhen face to face. This is not to be confused, she nodded politely to He Muzhen. He Muzhen thought, maybe he was avoiding suspicion, so he didn't get close to me in front of everyone.Suddenly, I changed my mind again, if I had been in the past, I could have thought this way, but this time he had not written to me for half a month, and today he pretended to be deaf and dumb like this, which clearly broke with me.Originally, we only had two months and ten or twenty letters of friendship, and it was nothing, so just let it go.That's right, once I saw a movie with King Myster in True Light and met him. This is also a very common thing. Are you annoyed with me?snort!If you ignore me, will I still talk to you?With a straight face, he never looked at Bi Boli again.At this time, staff members were called up under the stage, and all the acquaintances of the female students called Miss XX, and said with a smile: "Can you be one of them?" Some of these female students came to talk through their affairs.Only Wu Shufen had the fewest friends, even if one or two nodded to her, it was just a greeting ceremony, and no one offered to recommend her as a staff member. Wu Shufen thought to herself, how embarrassing it would be if I was the only female student who lost the election when the election staff was announced later?I might as well go first.Then he said softly to He Muzhen: "There is no order in the venue, let's go." He Muzhen sees that Hua Boli doesn't pay much attention to her, so it's very boring to come here.Now Wu Shufen proposed to leave, which was exactly what she wanted, and replied: "Okay, let's go." The two left quietly while everyone was busy voting.Bi Boli was on the side, watching everything.I thought, fortunately you were born with this kind of beauty, if you were as beautiful as Mi Siyu, would you still be proud?He used to see that He Muzhen was everywhere, but now that he has Yu Ruixiang in his heart, he has long since put He Muzhen in his heart.Besides, he met He Muzhen with male students several times, which made him feel even more uncomfortable. Today, he was not polite to He Muzhen at all, so he let out a bad breath.He Muzhen left, and the meeting ended.Someone in the venue called Bi Boli and said, "Mister Bi, shall we go to the club now?" Bi Boli looked back and saw that it was Xin Wenzhe, a fellow of the Lotus New Poetry Club, and replied: " In the past few days, my interest in poetry has been greatly reduced, and I can't write good poems. Sorry, I'm going to make a mistake today. "Xin Wenzhe said:" Good!If you don't go, is that okay?Could it be that Li Taibai's status was canceled in Tang poetry.I saw your song "The Night of Broken Love" in the "Autumn Pond" weekly magazine yesterday, it's good, it's a successful work. "Bi Boli said: "Your poetry has also improved more and more.I read the article "Under the Lilacs" you published, and I suspected that I was really under the lilacs. "They talked happily and shouted loudly, and some people looked at them. The two of them were even more proud, talking about their poems. Xin Wenzhe took the opportunity to step onto the stage, took the straw hat on his head, and waved a few times in the air. Zhao. Said: "Everyone, don't go!I have one more thing to tell you. " Some of the people in the venue originally went out, but they came back after hearing his cry.Xin Wenzhe said: "A few of our comrades have created a weekly "Autumn Pond", which is published once a week. You must read it!" Everyone saw Xin Wenzhe walking on the stage and calling everyone to stop. Well, everyone was disappointed.Satisfied, Xin Wenzhe took out a large thin booklet from inside his hat, held it up with one hand and pointed with the other, and said to everyone: "This is the weekly magazine "Autumn Pond", and there are many good works in it. , Brother also has a few articles, published above, it is not bad, everyone is welcome to criticize. Although this book is very good, the price is only three cents per issue." When he said this, everyone looked at each other, thinking they had been fooled by him, but no one made a sound, and there were one or two cold slaps in the crowd. I don't know who slapped them. Everyone laughed and coaxed with a slap gone.Seeing these people's cold expression, Xin Wenzhe was very unhappy. He stood on the stage and watched everyone walk away.Bi Boli said in the audience: "Mistoshin, don't you want to go to the club? It's getting late." Bi Boli also couldn't think of words to make Xin Wenzhe step down, so she said it casually.Xin Wenzhe jumped off the stage and said, "Great, let's go together. If you said no, I disagree." Bi Boli said, "I can go with you. But I have something to do at six o'clock, I don't go to the dinner party, and when the poem is done, I'll go. "Xin Wenzhe said:" That's fine, let's go. " When the two of them left the hall, they came to the lotus club.The lotus club is located in an apartment near a school.There were a few commune members inside, and everyone discussed that the two houses next to the kitchen were big and cheap, so they rented it out, wrote a horizontal plaque on yellow paper, and pasted it on the door, with the big book "Lotus" on it. Society" three words.I moved a few desks and chairs that were not needed in the classroom at school and put them inside.Two more bookshelves were built, and everyone donated some books and put them on them.Idlers are not allowed to enter these two rooms, only members of the Lotus Club can go inside to read books and newspapers.On this day, it was the day of their lotus club's elegant gathering. Yi Shiming and Mao Dawen, who were on duty for the day, went to Dong'an Market and bought a large bag of peanut kernels, a large bag of Japanese melon seeds, and half a tael of Longjing tea leaves. I came back so that I could make tea to help poetry. At four o'clock in the afternoon, it was time for their assembly, and members of the commune came one after another.At half past four, Yi Shiming, a member on duty, said: "Maybe Mistobi and Mistosin will be late today, so we don't have to wait for him." I rushed back to proofread the manuscript of the weekly magazine. What topic are we going to do today?" Yi Shiming said: "What do you think of writing ten small poems by yourself today?" Member Du Xiaofu said: "Ten poems are too many. I think we just need to do it Well done, you don’t need to limit yourself to the number of first ones. If you can do more, you don’t have to limit to ten, but you can do twenty.” Everyone said, “That’s absolutely right.”Mao Dawen took out a stack of cut Maoguang red lined paper. On the back of the paper, there were words printed on it, which were special poetry paper made by the Lotus Society.In addition, there are two small notes, which are only used for writing poems, and should not be used for other purposes.He dipped his two fingers in his saliva, and then flipped the paper one by one to count.After counting, give each person five.Everyone took the poems, and each took a table, picked up the pens on the table, opened the ink cartridges on the table, and typed out the poems.Although there were ten people in the two rooms, there was no sound at all. Na Ma Jieyuan held the pen in his right hand, and stretched it into the ink box to dip the ink, and leaned his left hand on the table to support his cheek, but stretched his little finger into his mouth to pick smelly teeth.Just as he was fascinated by the picking, Du Xiaofu suddenly shouted from behind: "I know! 'Gold is the magic barrier of love'. Then he shouted: "Miss Tuma, how about this sentence?" "Ma Jieyuan was not on guard, he was startled by his shout. Du Xiaofu took the grid paper, put it on Ma Jieyuan's table and asked again: "What do you think? "Ma Jieyuan thought of two sentences just now, but was completely blocked by his beating. He was so angry that he couldn't say the gentle and honest message of the poet. After looking at it, he looked like he was about to smile. Said: "This is also very common, anyone can say it! "Du Xiaofu became a little impatient. He said:" Mistoma is naturally a great poet, and what others can say is what others can't say. "When he said it, his eyes looked at the manuscript paper on the table, he pointed to the first little poem on the manuscript and said: "What do you say? "Ma Jieyuan said:" Is there something wrong? " Yi Shiming heard them quarreling at the table over there, so he came over. Ma Jieyuan was not angry, so he handed Yi Shiming his poem to read.The poem reads: "Five things about giving birth to a mother's womb, eating, drinking, dressing, sleeping, having sex, and falling in love. Falling in love is like Ajinomoto, and falling in love is like soy sauce and vinegar. With him in all things, there is a little taste." Yi Shiming read After reading it again, he said: "The meaning is very fresh." Du Xiaoshi said: "What's the matter? Lao Yi, you said the same thing. You see, he wrote sleep as sleeping friends." Yi Shiming looked carefully, and sure enough, he was wrong.How could Nama Jieyuan lose this tone, and said: "Sleep's Jue character, northerners read it as hand and foot, and we southerners read it as hands and feet, and it is right to write Sleeping Hands." Mao Dawen held a handful of peanut kernels in his left hand , grasping grains one by one with his right hand, and kept looking into his mouth to throw them.Chewing peanut kernels in his mouth, he said with a voice: "Mr. Hu Shizhi said..." Before he could finish his sentence, Du Xiaoshi became impatient and said, "What Hu Shizhi, Hu Jiuzhi!" Mao Dawen didn't wait After he finished speaking, he said: "You are prejudiced against Hu Shizhi. You see, as soon as I mention his name, you get anxious." Du Xiaofu said: "He deserves my opposition. An Fu's remnants, piggies, stinky Politicians!" At this moment, Bi Boli and Xin Wenzhe were walking to the yard to compose poems, but when they heard the loud voices in the club, they stopped quickly.Xin Wenzhe said softly to Bi Boli: "We missed the point anyway, don't go in, listen to that tone, I'm afraid there will be some kind of meeting again." Bi Boli was smarter than Xin Wenzhe, turned around and backed out earlier.Xin Wenzhe followed behind.Said: "Mister Bi, where are you going? Let's change the film today, let's go to the movies?" Bi Boli said: "The change of film is not today, but tomorrow. I don't know if you ask other questions, I am best at this. Xin Wenzhe said: "Ah! I remembered. I heard that you have a lover, and you go there when you change your film, so you must come every time. Is this true? It seems that I heard that the surname is Yu, very beautiful, father He's still a banker." Bi Boli wanted him to say that, but deliberately refused to admit it.Asked, "Who told you that?" When he said that, he deliberately put on a smile on his face.Xin Wenzhe said: "I don't need anyone to tell me, I read your poems, and you often send something to Ai Fumei. Isn't that referring to Miss Siyu?" The two talked all the way, and walked all the way to the street. It just so happened that there was an open car turning in front of them and walking very slowly.I saw some beautiful female relatives on it.Among them was a girl who was wearing an apricot-yellow Indian silk cheongsam with pea-green bead braids around it, which was dazzling.When Bi Boli saw this, she really felt as if she had been shocked by electricity, and her whole body went limp.The car turned the corner, and had already left in a hurry.He thought to himself: "This Yu Ruixiang is really an angel. If she is really my lover, if I have anything to say, I will die for her, and I am willing. But strange, since I wrote a few letters to her After that, I didn’t even go to the movies anymore, so I was told how to get close to her?” Thinking of this, everyone was stunned.Xin Wenzhe stood aside and asked, "Mister Bi, what's the matter? What's on your mind." Bi Boli smiled and said, "I have two places to go, and I don't know where to go. We'll meet tomorrow." He thought wishfully, it's not far from here to Dong'an Market, maybe Yu Ruixiang went to Dong'an Market, anyway, it's all right, why not go to Dong'an Market to have a look.If I happen to meet her again, it would be good to take a look or two more.Thinking this way in my heart, I couldn't help walking towards Dong'an Market with my feet.Walked to Dong'an Market and circled around twice.Wherever he saw Yu Ruixiang's shadow, he also felt that he was mentally allergic, so he couldn't help laughing secretly.Just as he was about to go out, he met a man in a suit, holding a smooth and round cane in his left hand, and walked towards the ground poking and poking.Holding a woman's arm in her right hand, she has a long skirt, a short coat, leather shoes, and a disheveled head. She is dressed like an aunt and female student.After a closer look, it was none other than Mr. Ma Panlong, the head teacher of his department.As for that one, of course it is the teacher's wife, but Bi Boli knows that Mr. Ma has no wife, and there is only one niece, Ms. Yang Hua, who lives in the house. This is probably Ms. Yang Hua, right? Without asking those questions, he took off his hat and nodded his head altogether.Ma Panlong has always been very polite to students, and Bi Boli is a student who stands out, so he couldn't be negligent, and said with a smile: "Go for a walk in the market. Are you here to buy books?" Bi Boli agreed casually: "Buy books Here we come." Ma Panlong said: "Don't go, let's go to the bookstall and have a look together. I want to buy some ancient prose, you and I can pick two." When Bi Boli went back, she was fine, but now she and It is also a matter of honor for Mr. to walk all the way, so he turned around and walked with Ma Panlong.When he arrived at the bookstore, Ma Panlong asked the staff to bring out the anthologies of Han Changli, Liu Zongyuan, Su Dongpo and others, and looked through them one by one, picking five or six at random.Bi Boli has never been very familiar with such things as ancient Chinese, so how can she know which one is good.He often heard people say: "Hundreds of Ancient Chinese Brushwork" is good, so he picked one and handed it to Ma Panlong, saying: "Mr. Ma, this book is very good. I have often read this book recently." After all, Panlong is a teacher, and he knows a little about some ancient prose.He took the book over for a look, then threw it on the book stand.Bi Boli said: "Mr. Ma, what do you think of this book? I have read a lot of books on ancient prose recently, but I always feel that it is too shallow. It is only enough for beginners to use as a textbook. I really want to study ancient prose. , must be a suitable book. Although this book has only a hundred chapters and covers everything, it is not bad. You must buy it.” Ma Panlong said strangely: “What? Is it? We read this kind of thing when we were young in primary school. At that time, there were no good Chinese texts, so the teacher just put it off, thinking that this was the best. Since we want to study ancient Chinese, we still need to read the special collection , This kind of anthology is just for beginners to figure out the brushwork, I don’t think it’s very useful.” Bi Boli blushed and couldn’t make a sound, she just looked at the bookmarks on the bookshelf with her eyes, like someone looking for a book.Ma Panlong picked out the books, took out the money and settled the bill, and wanted to go to the movies according to Ms. Yang Hua's wishes.Ma Panlong smiled and said: "Are you going? Just you alone. I really can't accompany you. You think I only finished a half of my article, and it has to be handed in tomorrow. Why don't you do a night job? "Yang Hua smiled and said: "Then, I will go alone. You can..." Because this place is not her home, and there is a student standing in front of her, she didn't say anything further.Ma Panlong smiled and said: "You can go, after eleven o'clock, I will ask Lao Wang to pull a cart to pick you up." Yang Hua said: "Then, I will take a step first, and I have to invite a few friends together go." Talking about her and Bi Boer nodded with a slight smile, and left.Ma Panlong said: "I'm going back, Mister Bi, do you want to come and talk with me?" Bi Boli said: "Sir, don't you want to go back and make a fuss? I won't bother you. But I don't know Mr. Ma again. Do you want to make a big article and publish it in a newspaper?" Ma Panlong said, "It's an official letter." After saying this, Ma Panlong felt that he was a little out of control. Bi Boli didn't ask any further questions, and just passed away vaguely.