In the afternoon.
On the way back.
In front of him was a big intersection. The red light was quite long, so Zhang Ye could only wait. He took out his cellphone and hesitated for a moment before sending a text message to Zhang Yuanqi.
Zhang Ye: "Sister Zhang, I'm returning to Beijing."
After more than ten seconds, there was a reply, "Just arrived?"
Zhang Ye smiled and typed: "I arrived a long time ago. I can tell that you didn't watch the news."
Zhang Yuanqi: I'm out of town.
"Out of town?" Alright, let's have a meal when you're free. We haven't seen each other for a long time. I'm sure you'll be in Beijing before the New Year.
Zhang Yuanqi: We'll talk about it later.
Zhang Ye: "Alright, do what you need to do."
Zhang Yuanqi: Okay.
The light in front changed, so Zhang Ye stepped on the accelerator.
Then, he didn't put his phone back. Instead, he called Rao Aimin. He had been away from Beijing for a month, and he missed Rao Aimin.
Du, du, du. The call connected.
Zhang Ye chuckled, "Hello, Landlady Auntie, it's me."
Rao Aimin's familiar voice rang out. "Oh, it's you. I'm going upstairs with the groceries. I can't leave my hands. If you have something to say, say it quickly." The sound of plastic bags rattling could be heard.
"Grocery shopping?" Zhang Ye said, "That's great. I'll be there in a while. Can you reserve a meal for me? I haven't tasted your cooking in a long time. When I was in Shanghai, I missed it so much that I almost went crazy. Let me look at my watch. Oh, 4 PM. I'll definitely be there at 4 PM.
Rao Aimin pouted. "What else can you do besides freeloading?"
Zhang Ye flattered, "Who asked you to cook so well?"
"Okay, okay, come, then I won't go out. Bring Chen-chen back for me, she should be out of school soon." Rao Aimin ordered him.
Zhang Ye said, "I just finished class. It's been a tiring day."
Rao Aimin chuckled. "You want to eat if you don't work? In your dreams. Hurry up and cut the crap. "
Zhang Ye negotiated, "Alright, I'll take it, alright? But I want to eat Red Braised Pork tonight. I won't do it without Red Braised Pork!"
"Don't haggle, go!" The other side hung up.
Thinking of the delicious food, Zhang Ye was already salivating. He sent a message to his mother to tell them that he would not be coming home today, then drove straight to No. 1 Experimental Primary School.
When the car arrived, school was still not over. Zhang Ye sat in the car, smoking and waiting. After a while, more and more cars arrived. The parents were all here. Then, the primary school gates opened and the children started coming out. Zhang Ye threw away his cigarette butt and got out of the car. He stood at the entrance and waited.
"Hey, Teacher Zhang!"
"Isn't this Teacher Zhang?"
"You're here to pick up the child?"
"Teacher Zhang, I heard that you are now a lecturer at Peking University?"
Although Zhang Ye was wearing sunglasses, he had attended Chenchen's parent-teacher conference before. A few of Chenchen's parents recognized him and greeted him. As they were all parents of students, they did not treat Zhang Ye as an ordinary celebrity and spoke very casually.
Zhang Ye also smiled and casually chatted with them, "Hai, I'm just talking nonsense. With my standard, Peking University will probably fire me next semester. Hur Hur."
A beautiful little figure suddenly appeared.
Zhang Ye's eyes were sharp and he immediately waved his hand, "Chenchen, over here!"
Chenchen turned her head and found the direction of the voice, "Zhang Ye?"
"Your aunt is cooking at home. She asked me to pick you up." Zhang Ye stretched out his hand.
Chenchen acknowledged and bade farewell to her two classmates beside her. Then, she slowly walked up to Zhang Ye and looked at his outstretched hand. She pouted her lips and reluctantly placed her small hand in Zhang Ye's large hand. "Zhang Ye, can you not hold hands all the time? It's very embarrassing for me."
Zhang Ye could not help but laugh as he patted her head, "Little thing, how old are you? Do you know what face is?"
Chenchen rolled her eyes and gave a fake smile, "..... Hur Hur."
"What kind of expression is that? It's so funny." Zhang Ye pulled her into the car. He got in from the other end and helped Chenchen fasten her seatbelt before driving off.
"Chenchen."
"What?"
"Do you miss Uncle?"
"Hur Hur."
"Miss? Alright, I didn't dote on you for nothing. "
"......"
In the district.
The adult and child held hands as they took the elevator upstairs.
"Wait." When he reached the door of his rented apartment, Zhang Ye stopped to look for his keys. Then he opened the door, "I haven't stayed here in a long time. Let me open the door and let the smell out." But when he opened the door, the expected damp smell was not there. The tables and chairs were all clean. There was not even a speck of dust. "Eh, what happened?"
Chenchen said with a small school bag on her back, "My aunt cleaned it up."
Zhang Ye smacked his lips, "Heh, the landlady auntie is still the best. She's really on point!"
The landlady auntie's door was open and the smell of cooking wafted out. He heard Rao Aimin's voice, "Who's talking about me behind my back?"
Zhang Ye brought Chenchen into her house, "Thank you, landlady auntie. You even helped me tidy up the house. Alright, I'll do the dishes after dinner today. I have to do some work too."
There was a fire in the kitchen.
Rao Aimin was serving the dishes in the living room. When she heard that, she did not even look at Zhang Ye and said, "Kid, when have you ever taken the initiative to do the dishes? I might as well count on Chenchen." Saying that, she gestured to the bathroom with her chin, "Go, wash your hands. It's time to eat. Wash them properly with soap. Don't mess around. There are so many germs these days. There are all kinds of diseases. If you don't wash your hands clean, don't let anyone eat." Then she went into the kitchen to check on the heat of the stew.
"Got it."
"Got it."
Zhang Ye and Chenchen said in unison.
In the bathroom, Zhang Ye carried Chenchen in a practiced manner. Chenchen bent over and turned on the tap to wash the soap. After she was done, Zhang Ye put her down and began washing. Finally, he pulled out a dry towel. Zhang Ye used the towel to wipe his hands while Chenchen used the lower end of the towel to wipe her hands.
After coming out, the two of them sat at the dining table.
Chenchen knocked on the table, "I'm hungry!"
Zhang Ye rubbed his stomach, "Hungry."
Chenchen smacked her lips, "When can we eat?"
"Why don't we eat first?" Zhang Ye urged.
Rao Aimin came out with the last dish and said angrily, "You're rushing me! I've worked hard the entire afternoon to buy ingredients and cook. I haven't even tasted any meat or fish, and you freeloaders want to eat first? Go, all of you get to work. Little Ye, go get the rice. Three bowls. Chenchen, go get the chopsticks! "
This scene had happened before. Zhang Ye liked this warm feeling very much. It was like a family. Bickering was also very interesting.
It was mealtime.
Zhang Ye began stuffing himself with food.
Every time he was around, Chenchen would eat fiercely. It was as if she was deliberately competing with Zhang Ye. When she was eating chicken wings, she did not even use her chopsticks. The little rascal directly grabbed them with her hands.
Rao Aimin glanced at the two of them, "Chenchen, don't use your hands. Hold the chopsticks and eat properly. And you, with the way you eat, you call yourself a Peking University lecturer? You teach sports, right!? "
Zhang Ye said, "It smells so good! Landlady Auntie, you also saw my news? "
"Who wouldn't know that you caused such a stir?" Rao Aimin did not eat very fast, but in fact, every time she ate, she would eat much more than Zhang Ye and Chenchen combined. There was no other way about it. People who practiced martial arts were very particular about the amount of nutrients they consumed in their food.
Chenchen suddenly looked up, "Zhang Ye, 'Dream of the Red Chamber' really only has 80 chapters?"
Zhang Ye smiled, "How did you know? You watched my lecture? "
Chenchen said like a little adult, "My school's teachers had a discussion in the afternoon. I heard it. My form teacher is a fan of yours. Others don't believe it, but my form teacher says you are definitely right." Shaking her head, the little rascal sighed, "Hai, brainless fans are really scary."
Rao Aimin glared at her, "Stop imitating adults."
Zhang Ye smiled, "Help me thank your form teacher. The truth is often grasped in the hands of a few people. As for what 'Dream of the Red Chamber' is all about, I will explain it one by one in the next few lessons. Chenchen, Landlady Auntie, when the time comes, watch Teacher Zhang Ye's lecture. Watch Teacher Zhang shine!" Back home, at a place where he did not need to act tough, Zhang Ye was no longer as particular with his words as he was in the company, school or in public. Here, Zhang Ye could completely relax. It did not matter what he said. This was his true state of mind. Besides, it was not like the landlady did not know what kind of character he was, so Zhang Ye could not act tough.
Rao Aimin said amused, "You still have the mood to act tough? Didn't you see it on the internet? Kid, you have been scolded like dog sh * t. The entire literary world is condemning you. "
Zhang Ye said generously, "It doesn't matter. I won't hold it against them. Time will prove it."
Rao Aimin exclaimed and said sarcastically, "You sure are magnanimous."
"That's right. This bro is now a teacher of the people. I'm also someone with status. I can't hold it against those people." Zhang Ye said with unquestionable integrity.
But after the meal.
When Zhang Ye went online for the first time today to see the outside world's evaluation of him, he could not help but curse, "F * * k! I thought all of you were just trying to fan the flames with a few words! You bunch of grandsons actually dared to scold me! Meng Dongguo? Ma Hengyuan? And who are these people? Redologists? They even scolded with vulgarities? I f * * king ignored all of you, yet all of you came at me! I'm f * * king of unquestionable integrity. Do you really think I'm easy to bully!? "
At first, he did not look at the comments.
But when he saw it, Zhang Ye could no longer tolerate it!
The education world was slightly better. They were of a higher standard. They only criticized Zhang Ye's teaching problems from an objective point of view. The history world did not have any major problems either. These scholars were very particular about evidence. Zhang Ye's list of documents even had some historical researchers supporting his point of view.
Only the literary world!
This bunch of people scolded happily!
A few Redologists took the lead, with Meng Dongguo and the Beijing Writers' Association supporting them. Professor Ma Hengyuan, who was in the field of literature, also chimed in. A bunch of people wished they could skin Zhang Ye alive. It was as if they hated him to the bone. A writer who was in the field of literature even directly scolded Zhang Ye!
In an afternoon, Zhang Ye suffered more and more attacks!
It was as if anyone in the field of literature would be embarrassed to greet others if they did not scold Zhang Ye!
"Insulting famous works! He deserves to die a thousand times! "
"Zhang Ye is a black sheep!"
"I strongly recommend that the literary world ban Zhang Ye from today onwards!"
"Right, such a person who uses fallacies to mislead people is a disgrace to the literary world. As a person from China, he actually dared to criticize the Four Great Classical Novels? What kind of mentality is that!? "
There were more and more people denouncing Zhang Ye in the literary world!
On the internet, seeing Zhang Ye being boycotted in such a manner, many people could not bear to watch any further.
The Shanghai children's program host, Teacher Chen, posted on Weibo, "I'm wondering. How did Teacher Little Zhang offend you? Wasn't he just raising a different opinion? Furthermore, it was reasonable and well-founded. Regardless of whether it was correct or not, Zhang Ye had produced evidence to prove it. What about you? A bunch of people in the field of literature did not even look at the evidence and just started firing? You want to kill Zhang Ye? What kind of mentality does Zhang Ye have? Let me ask you, what kind of mentality do you have! "
Another host from Hong Kong Television said, "Hur Hur, since ancient times, scholars tend to despise each other. Zhang Ye is just a host, but he has stirred up trouble in the literary world ever since he debuted. Who wouldn't be jealous?"
A middle-aged man who was verified as a lecturer from the History Department of Beijing Normal University said, "If you want to discuss academics, then discuss academics. Don't make personal attacks. I don't understand you people in the field of literature, but we, who study history, place the most importance on evidence and documents. Academic rigor is the basis for arguments. I personally feel that Zhang Ye's argument is very reasonable. I don't understand why the spearhead is pointed at him? And it's even an attack without any reason? "
The human heart would always sympathize with the disadvantaged.
When many netizens saw this, they began to question the actions of those people in the literary world!
"Show us the evidence first!"
"Teacher Zhang Ye has presented the evidence. What about you?"
"The literary world is really messy."
"Teacher Zhang Ye is attracting too much hatred!"
"That's right. I've never seen the literary world hate someone so much. It's almost unanimous. This is because Zhang Ye has offended too many people in the past."
"What kind of mentality does the literary world have?"
The next moment, Zhang Ye, who was at Rao Aimin's house, logged onto Weibo. He did not say anything unnecessary and immediately posted a limerick. This was a line from Guo Degang's crosstalk. Zhang Ye had made some slight changes!
Rao Aimin sat over, "Let me see what you've written."
Chenchen also blinked and stood behind Zhang Ye, "Zhang Ye, are you going to scold people again?"
"If I don't scold them, they really won't know what their surname is!" Zhang Ye grunted, "Come, have a look at this bro's limerick!"
He typed quickly!
Crackle!
Very quickly, Zhang Ye posted on Weibo!
"'Eight Hopes'."
"Counting the dead of winter, I look forward to spring."
"In the middle of the night, I look forward to the rising sun."
"With a beautiful countenance, I look forward to a rich man."
"An idle mistress looks forward to a hooligan."
"A scholar studying at night looks forward to a female ghost."
"A single old man looks forward to an aunt."
"An actor looks forward to winning an award."
"Those who engage in literature look forward to the death of their peers!"
Rao Aimin, "..."
Chenchen, "..."
In that world, Guo Degang had a falling out with the entire crosstalk world and came up with such a limerick! Now in this world, Zhang Ye, who was still worried about his reputation and reputation, had reached a point where he could no longer tolerate it. He had finally fallen out with the entire literary world!
Thinking back to the past, thinking back to now.
When I write a poem, you all say that a poem is not good!
When I say something, you all say that it's not right!
It's completely against the person and not the matter. Almost everyone in the literary world finds me an eyesore?
F * * k your grandpas! From today onwards, this bro will fight it out with you all!
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