The people of Qingdao were anxiously waiting for Zuo Lengyue's news. The moment Mo Wentian got into the car, Zuo Lengyue dialed her daughter's number, "Xiaoye, give me another 24 hours and I will bring back the person who can save Xu Yun. Let everyone be at ease."
The encouragement of this phone call to everyone was imaginable. Yu Meiren's efforts were not in vain. Everything she had done was acknowledged and was meaningful. Everyone was looking forward to the expert's arrival, to turn Xu Yun back into the lively fellow he once was.
After Zuo Lengyue hung up the phone, Mo Wentian's expression was not particularly good as he asked plainly, "Your daughter? Xu … Xiaoye? "
Zuo Lengyue didn't think much and nodded, "Yes, my daughter. But her name is Bai Xiaoye. Don't give my daughter a random name. "
Mo Wentian exclaimed and almost jumped up in the car. He stared at Zuo Lengyue in shock, "Bai Xiaoye?! Isn't she your and Xu Chen's daughter? Don't tell me … you … you … "
"Mo Wentian, do you want to die?" Zuo Lengyue said with a sullen face, "Don't think that you can talk nonsense in front of me just because I need you now!"
Mo Wentian didn't dare to utter another word after being reprimanded by Zuo Lengyue. He asked tentatively, "Then … this, why is it Bai?"
"When I was pregnant with her, her father's position was blank. Can't her surname be Bai? Who stipulated that children must follow their parents' surname? Why can't it be changed? "Zuo Lengyue glared at Mo Wentian unhappily. This guy was really too senseless. Why was he so curious?
"So that's the case …" Mo Wentian agreed after hearing this, "Yes, with such an unreliable father, she shouldn't know. It's good to have the surname Bai, it's good to have the surname Bai!"
"Mo Wentian, are you trying to find something to talk about?" Zuo Lengyue snorted, "If you can't keep your mouth shut, then talk about your own matters. It's fine if my daughter's surname is Xu. You can't control it. "
Mo Wentian smiled awkwardly, "I know. This surname has nothing to do with blood relations. It's a kind of social inheritance. When a matriarchal society began, children would probably take their mother's name. Later, the production tools were improved, and the role of men became more and more important. Families began to be dominated by men, and it became a patrilineal society. That's why I took my father's surname … "
"Are you going to give me a history lesson?" Zuo Lengyue was really speechless. Mo Wen Tian was good at everything, but he just didn't know how to chat. "Can you tell me more about the origin of the human surname?"
"Now that you mention it, I have done some research on it," Mo Wen Tian said. "Back in the primitive clans of the Ancient Age, people already had surnames. At that time, the social clans were matriarchal, and the emperors took their daughters as their surnames. For example, Shennong's surname was Jiang, the Yellow Emperor's surname was Ji, and Yushun's surname was Yao … Later on, there were all kinds of surnames. Some took their ancestor's clan name as their surname. For example, some of the descendants of Yao were surnamed Tang, and some surnames like Xia, Yin, and Zhou were roughly the same. There were also some who took their king's surname. In the Zhou Dynasty, there were King Wen, King Wu, and then there were people with surnames of Wen and Wu … Then … "
Listening to Mo Wen Tian's rambling behind, even Ling Feng and Ou Nan were speechless … Who would have thought that once this fellow stopped stuttering, he would immediately become a chatterbox. Moreover, he really knew everything from the heavens to the earth. He knew everything and could talk about anything.
This historical research was so thorough that it would be a pity if he didn't become a professor in the Department of History in Yanjing University or Huaqing University.
"Mo Wentian, have you ever thought of changing your way of life?" Zuo Lengyue wasn't interested in this history. She directly interrupted Mo Wentian's words, "Have you ever thought of not coming back to this place?"
"Not coming back?" Mo Wentian was stunned, "If I don't come back, then … then where will I go?"
Zuo Lengyue shrugged her shoulders, "There are too many places you can go. I recommend you to be a substitute professor in a university. Just teaching history, you are definitely better than any other history teacher. In a few years' time, there will be a legend about you in society. Who has better historical knowledge? I can't possibly go to Kunlun Mountain to find you, Mo Wentian, right? "
Ou Nan almost laughed out loud while driving. Ling Feng also joined in and joked, "That's right, that's right. You are so good at history. You should go to Lanxiang Technical School to teach history. You will definitely teach all the students to grade eight in history!"
"History is divided into grades now? What is Lanxiang Technical School? "Mo Wentian, who had lived in seclusion for many years, naturally didn't know about this famous Lanxiang.
"Don't listen to their nonsense." Zuo Lengyue knew that the two people in front didn't have anything good to say, "There is no such thing as grades."
Ou Nan didn't want to give up this opportunity to ridicule, "Why not? Of course! But don't go to Lanxiang now. Haven't you heard of this? A handsome lad went to Lanxiang to learn how to excavate. He learned all the way to grade eight in one go. This is even harder than learning a foreign language! However, when he was successful in his studies, his girlfriend actually ran away with a chef from the New West. "
Zuo Lengyue was speechless, "Can the two of you be a little more serious? Don't talk nonsense with me. I am talking about serious matters. "
Knowing that he was being ridiculed, Mo Wentian didn't respond to the two guys in front. He was silent for a while and asked Zuo Lengyue, "Is it really possible for me to teach history?"
This guy … really dug a hole for himself to jump into! Zuo Lengyue directly turned her head and didn't speak anymore. However, Ling Feng and Ou Nan used this point to trick Mo Wentian again.
Mo Wentian suddenly felt that he was really out of touch with society. After so many years, he had a better understanding of acupuncture, but he had fallen behind society by so much. No wonder people said that geniuses in certain fields were often idiots in other fields.
People who knew a little about everything could never be a professional! Only people who were obsessed with one thing could be a professional!
On the way back to Guqin Island, there was an additional Mo Wentian. Along the way, there was no lack of laughter. Mo Wentian's curiosity about the current society was rather strong. He suddenly regretted that he had actually lived in seclusion for so many years and didn't leave that valley. The difference between the current world and 20 years ago was really too big!
Although he had come into contact with some of the current society in the small town nearby, after all, that kind of remote place couldn't be compared to the big cities along the southeast coast. All the changes in society had caused a huge change in Mo Wentian's heart. Suddenly, there was a moment where he really didn't want to go back.
Ling Feng and Ou Nan took turns to drive the car. Along the way, Mo Wentian had many regrets. This was because he wanted to know what the places he passed by and the things he saw were. He wanted to take a closer look and ask about them.
Hence, during this three thousand kilometer journey, Mo Wen Tian made an important decision. He decided that after he had settled this matter, he would travel around the country to see what the world had become. He wanted to see how rich and colorful the world was now.
Of course, he didn't tell anyone about this decision. He was afraid that the two guys in front of him would laugh at him. He wanted to tell Zuo Lengyue about this great idea after he had solved this matter smoothly.
As they got closer to Guqin Island, Zuo Lengyue's originally calm heart actually started to become more and more nervous. She was obviously a little afraid, afraid that Mo Wentian could really solve all this smoothly. After all, Xu Yun's situation was very special.
If Mo Wentian couldn't solve it, wouldn't she be sending Xu Yun to his grave with her own hands? Thinking of this, Zuo Lengyue couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. She had never been so nervous before. Now, for the sake of Xu Yun's life, she was actually so nervous that her palms were sweating.
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