At night, the crowd dispersed, and it was quiet again. Liu Changan used a broom to clean the front door. The broom left sparse marks on the ground, some of which were intertwined with each other, like the chessboard on a rock under a pine tree in the deep mountains, carved by immortals.
Liu Changan swept the fallen leaves and firecrackers together and piled them up, leaving an empty space for the banquet tomorrow.
Looking up, there were two small six-story buildings on the left and right, with some scattered lights. Because the glass on the windows was a little old, it looked a little more dim than the lights in other newly built areas. It was a nostalgic feeling, just like the "little orange lamp" in the textbooks.
Liu Changan went back to his room to take a shower.
When it was late at night, it was even quieter outside the window. Liu Changan, who had written a piece of calligraphy, took it to the carriage.
"Dandan, good morning." Liu Changan waved at the coffin, "As the saying goes, a teacher for a day is a father for life. I taught you for a long time to let you understand that the stars change and the world changes. Secondly, I wanted to equalize seniority."
Of course, the coffin ignored him.
Liu Changan did not care about the other person's reaction. Since he said so, that was the effect. It did not matter what the other person's reaction was.
"Me calling your name is my right as a teacher. I hope you don't mind. After spending so much time together, you'll remember all the bits and pieces of the past. Perhaps you'll rejoice that I'm the only person in the world who remembers your name, other than yourself. Dandan, Dandan, Dandan. "Liu Changan called her three times, but it seemed that he did not dare to respond.
"Today, we will start from a recent event. Taiwan's Forbidden City is going to send the world's second semi-cursive calligraphy to Japan for exhibition." Liu Changan resumed his lecturing style. When he was a teacher, his lecturing style had always been like this. Today, he was going to be lecturing about modern history, but he could also randomly pick a topic to start talking about … In any case, he was very good at talking about topics.
"Since there is a Second in the World, you will definitely ask me who is the First in the World? The best semi-cursive script in the world is, of course, Wang Xizhi's' Preface to the Orchid Pavilion '. However, there are only copies made by the Tang people. If we really compare, Yan Zhenqing's' Manuscripts of the Sacrificial Nephew ', which is the second best in the world … If such a precious treasure is left in the museum of the mainland, it will definitely be a national treasure. It will be included in the list of treasures that must not be sent abroad for exhibition. "
Liu Changan smiled and said, "The irony is that Taiwan is really shameless. They are probably illiterate and don't understand history. If we look into the spirit of the 'Nephew Sacrifice', how could they have the cheek to send it to Japan? If they really had a sense of shame, they would kneel in front of this calligraphy and weep blood. The traitorous officials didn't save them, the city besieged them, the father was trapped, the son died, and the nest was overturned … That year, more than 30 people from the Yan family were killed by knives and saws. It was a tragic scene. Yan Zhenqing searched for the bodies of his family members and only found a foot and a skull. He was so sad that he wrote this' Manuscripts of the Sacrificial Nephew '. "
Liu Changan's expression became serious. "Dandan, you must be curious why Jintai Island is not qualified to collect this' Manuscripts of the Sacrificial Nephew '. I'll have to start from one of the most righteous people in history, Zhu Yuanzhang. I think you also admire this person. Twenty years ago, I even went to his tomb to pay my respects. On the way, I met an elder who once said that with the heroic souls of the Han people guarding the great rivers and mountains, people always feel that the spirit of the nation will not be completely lost …"
Liu Changan put his copy of the 'Manuscripts of the Sacrificial Nephew' on the coffin and began to talk about the tragic history.
After the lecture, Liu Changan reached for his thermos cup out of habit, only to find that it was a habit from twenty years ago. Now, he didn't have a thermos cup with him.
"I really want to drink cold beer and chilled crayfish." After the lecture, Liu Changan wanted to know how Xu Zhancheng and Ren Zhanghong were doing now. He guessed that they were still idling around in Shonan University, but they probably didn't have the chance to teach him anymore. After all, they were already so old.
Not necessarily. Some old professors liked to teach. Whether the school arranged for them or not, it was still up to them.
"Dandan, you must have never eaten chilled crayfish." Liu Changan knocked on the coffin and said, "But you have a distinguished identity. I remember that the summer was also quite hot. Every summer, the Shangguan family's Ice Appreciation Banquet was very famous. Even the princes and grandsons were envious of it. After all, many people could only wait for the Secluded House to open and use the Ice Mirror to store some of it. But the Shangguan family has its own hidden iceberg."
Then, Liu Changan talked about the modern Chinese people's use of ice was once monopolized by foreign countries. After all, this kind of unorthodox history was not mentioned in the official history course just now.
"Can you shut up?"
A sullen and irritated voice sounded.
Liu Changan had heard this voice before. It was the voice of Shanghai Dandan when he opened the coffin that day.
Liu Changan looked around and made sure that he was the only one in the carriage. There were no loudspeakers or other things like that. Then, his eyes fell on the coffin.
"Dandan, it's you?" Liu Changan said happily. After so many lectures, there was finally some response. It also proved that his lectures had practical effects. She could indeed hear him.
There was no response this time, but Liu Changan did not mind.
"But how did your voice come out, as if you were speaking in an empty space? Metal is an atomic bond and contains more freely moving electrons. It has little resistance and can transmit sound quickly. But I have never heard of using a coffin to transmit sound. "Liu Changan revealed a thoughtful expression.
"Then are you awake now? You are awake, but you are willing to lie in this coffin and not see the light of day. You don't want to come out? This reminds me of the days when I wandered around the Founding Emperor's Mausoleum. However, that place is much bigger and very interesting. I even saw a craftsman who was lucky enough to survive. He even hoped that I could bring him out. Unfortunately, he died before I could open up the passageway … "
Liu Changan suddenly thought of something and did not continue.
"By the way, you ran into the coffin to stay when you saw me. Just now, you told me to shut up. I was overthinking things. It seems like you are not interested in listening to me. Goodbye." Liu Changan cupped his hands and left.
Liu Changan felt a little ashamed because he had always been a person who knew his own limits. However, he seemed to have not considered that Shanghai Dandan had a deep grudge against him today. His old face was slightly embarrassed.
Liu Changan went back to sleep.
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