"Go and open the door." Ji Tangdan glared at Yang Yi, thinking that he was a bit too much today. He always suspected that the boy who took the school entrance exam made him feel like he was a soldier. In the past, if he heard someone knocking on the door, he would open the door to welcome guests without any hesitation. How could he be as stupid as he is now?

Cough, Yang Yi was actually very guilty at this time, so he was cautious. Would he say whatever he wanted?

But since the old man spoke to him, why don’t you be attentive? You can run to the living room and open the door.

There was a man in his thirties outside. Before he could speak, a slightly frustrated literary atmosphere came to his face. But in general, he was still very fond of people. He had a bright eyes and a gentle face. He seemed to be a generous person who was not difficult to get along with.

"Uh..." The man at the door was obviously surprised when he saw Yang Yi. He subconsciously looked up at the door number, and then turned around and smiled at Yang Yi: "Hello, little classmate, I'm looking for Teacher Ji, are he here?"

Yang Yixin thought that this should be the backwards in the circle. When the old man asked for advice at home, he nodded with a smile: "I'm here, please come in, please come in."

When the two entered the room, Yang Yi noticed that the man was holding some objects in his hands. Although he was wrapped in ink pine paper, judging from the square mold, he could not escape the seal and inkstone.

After entering the room, the old man was reading Yang Yi's manuscript. He still seemed to be unwilling but difficult to explain the book. After seeing the man behind Yang Yi, he let go of his frown white eyebrows: "Well, it's Xiao Wu, why do you have time for the old man to come and go around at home?"

"The teacher was joking..."

"Oh, stop!" Before the man could explain his purpose, Ji Tangdan waved his hands repeatedly: "I have said again and again before, I dare not take your teacher as a teacher. I would like to drink tea, talk about tea, or talk about Zen and Taoism. As for the teacher, I can't do it, I can't do it."

After hearing this, the man's originally modest and gentle smile did not change at all. He just shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "Old Ji said so. As a junior, I can only be obedient."

Then he took the gift very respectfully: "I know that Mr. Ji is good at treating seals, and there is a piece of good material given by my friend. The old man knows about my three-legged cat's work, so in order not to waste it, he had to take it over."

"Okay, okay, it's no point to pretend to be modest." Ji Tangdan hummed twice, looked at the seal material wrapped in bamboo paper, and pushed the things back directly: "Do you still remember some words? I can only be empty-handed when I come here! If you bring something, don't come in quickly."

After the two of them went back and forth, Yang Yi found some tricks. Although Ji Tangdan rarely accepted gifts from others, he did not give up on the tribute from his younger generations as he did now. On the contrary, during the holidays, the old man would pile up the things offered by the disciples and comment on them. If the gifts from anyone were not very suitable for his wishes, he would even say a few words of ridicule, which was very disrespectful to the old man.

Now he looked at his favorite seal and stone, but he blocked the door without looking at it. He didn't seem to like the person in front of him.

"Old man, you..." The man shook his head and didn't know what to say, but he just didn't take back the stones. Seeing that Ji Tangdan still tilted his head and ignored him, he handed over another stack of things without giving up, which seemed to be the same as the manuscript: "You see if this is OK, everyone knows that it is a great blessing to ask you to give advice to the article. I don't dare to ask for it once. This material is just to flatter your old people..."

Ji Tangdan didn't raise his head, and his eyes were still on Yang Yi's manuscript: "Haha, I dare not be this! I am a bad old man, not a great monk, so how dare I take personnel?"

It turned out that he was also someone who wanted to ask the old man to give advice. Yang Yi had met such visitors for no less than four or five times during his Ji family class, so he didn't think it was strange.

But the only thing he couldn't make a difference was that since he didn't like, he just beat him directly. He still had so much effort to go back and forth, which really made Yang Yi very confused. Since he couldn't figure out the situation, he could only sit aside in a proper manner.

The man felt a little biting a hedgehog for a moment when he was bitten by a dog. The man didn't accept the gifts and asked the old man to comment on the article. He easily pushed it back with a cloud hand. After he smiled a little self-deprecatingly, he saw Yang Yi next to him, and asked with a smile: "I have never seen this child before. Is he Mr. Ji's grandson?"

Yang Yi quickly stood up. Before he could speak, the old man next to him said lightly: "How can I have such a blessing? This little thing is my little disciple, a closed disciple."

Yang Yi was helpless when he was robbed of the lines. Since the man came in, Ji Tangdan seemed to have become a different person, and there was a sense of targeting everywhere. But what made the reborn man even more puzzled was that this man also had a good temper and let Ji Tangdan village go, but he just stayed there.

Hearing Ji Tangdan’s words, this person’s eyes showed a hint of surprise, probably because he could not hide his inner thoughts. After looking at Yang Yi several times, he smiled and sighed: “You can become Mr. Ji’s closed disciple at such a young age. Then I think this little brother has a bright future. Unlike me, I have worked hard to get a disciple but it is unattainable.”

Yang Yi was not easy to continue, so he smiled and dealt with it. When the man showed a look of surprise, he was a little unnatural awkward. He probably had doubts about Yang Yi's youth, or to be precise, young.

However, this person is also a very good character who is good at revitalizing the scene. Seeing that Ji Tangdan was not at all concerned about his own affairs, he said that this little disciple seemed to have something to say, so he followed the old man's words: "Old Ji, there are so many people outside who are like me, crying and shouting to worship the disciples. You have a high vision and can't even look at any of them. But why did this little classmate fall into your old eyes? I'll tell us what amazing talents are there."

From this sentence, we can tell that this person is still a bit chewy about Ji Tangdan's fact that he doesn't like his tricks, but he takes a young boy as a closed disciple. I think he is also a bit conceited and has some knowledge, but it doesn't work in Ji Tangdan, so it's inevitable that he wants to see what Yang Yi relies on.

"Well? Why, you are not convinced by this tone." Ji Tangdan's eyes rolled, and he was a little unhappy about the person's questioning his eyes: "If I take out the evidence that can make you feel inferior, then what should I say?"

Although they are well-educated, they are as unacceptable as slapping him in the face when they see someone suspected of his closed disciple. On the contrary, some people are directly disrespectful to him, and Ji Tangdan's reaction may not be as intense as that.

Yang has not yet figured out the relationship between this person and Ji Tangdan. He said he was an elder and junior in the same circle who had a little friendship, so this old man didn't like to directly attack people.

But what about the relationship? What's going on with this tone that sounds neither salty nor indifferent but actually keeps people from thousands of miles away?

Yang Yi shook his head, too lazy to think about it anymore. And the old man just questioned him, and now he is looking at him like a treasure in front of others. This is really...

"I must be ashamed of my disciples." In front of the old senior, the man knew how to be low and small, and did not compete with Ji Tangdan in public. But since the other party threw out such a good step, he had no reason not to take the opportunity to make a relationship. It would be good to know his students.

"But since Mr. Ji has spoken, it would be bad if I have no expression." The man thought for a while and smiled embarrassedly: "In this way, if Mr. Ji said he didn't want this material for the seal, he would definitely not accept it. However, the things are indeed a waste to me. Why don't you give it to Mr. Ji's disciples?"

Giving gifts to others is definitely an insincere expression of rudeness. But Ji Tangdan himself doesn't care much about this material, or he doesn't care much about the man, so he can let him do whatever he wants.

However, Yang Yi felt obediently that the people he didn't like were not easy to meet, so he should not mess with him at will. He would just not provoke him. He would just believe half of what this person said - although he has not seen anything that makes people hate him so far. On the contrary, his feelings are really good.

However, he didn't expect that Ji Tangdan didn't object, and actually made accusation. Then he raised his eyelids at the person: "What have you written again? Take it to me to see."

Obviously, Ji Tangdan's words are not very popular. Generally speaking, no one wants to write articles that he has worked hard to be called "things". The old man is also a writer, so he would never be unaware of such taboos, but he still said it bluntly, which shows that he does not like the people he comes.

The man didn't care too much about these words, and he hurriedly handed over the manuscript.

After Ji Tangdan bought it, he did not deliberately make things perfunctory because of his subjective view of this person, but instead held up the reading glasses and read them carefully.

Only then did Yang Yi have the opportunity to look at the man a few times. When his eyes met, he keenly grasped some unknown expressions in this person's eyes, and said that he was not hostile or alert, but he looked very interested.

How could such a person make Ji Tangdan so dislike?

After a while, Ji Tangdan raised his head, and he gave up only when he saw the third page, and did not continue to go deeper.

The man was still waiting for Ji Tangdan’s comments respectfully, and could not see any anxiety and tension, and was very calm.

When commenting on the article, the old man's voice no longer had the faint sneering of the previous one, but was Zhongzheng and peaceful: "This article is what you mentioned this time. It is a new work that has been conceived since last year and took more than a year to complete?"

"Yes, please criticize and correct me."

Ji Tangdan sighed: "I remember it was the spring of 1992? When you came with Lao Wu, I told him that some things are useless if you work hard alone. Do you know the word "futility"? What do you mean?"

Although it was not said explicitly, the obscure meaning of the old man's words still made the man's heart sank, and he forced a little smile: "Old Ji himself is a master of articles, and there are countless things he has spent over the years. It is not surprising that you can't read such a little gadget."

"Don't know, stop! I'm not a big deal. If you can't read your manuscript, it's not that you are biased. To be honest, among the five or six old guys, there is only Lao Wu. If we can take care of his descendants, we will not take care of them? As I said just now, you have to rely on talent. What's the use of not having that talent alone? "

Yang Yi knew that the old man was untrue. If this person was really so coldly because he didn't have the talent for writing and Ji Tangdan was so uncomfortable, it would be unreasonable.

The younger generations who have left behind will definitely take good care of any of their abilities.

But this is the old man’s personal matter, and it is difficult for him to be a student to interfere.

Ji Tangdan saw the man hesitating and not speaking, but there was no other expression. He sighed and handed over another stack of manuscripts next to him: "Come on, although writing is a job that relies on talent to make a living, you have also struggled through the pile, and at least have the ability to identify. Come and see what it feels after reading this manuscript."

The man opened his eyes widened unexpectedly and took the manuscript from Ji Tangdan.

What does this mean? Even if this manuscript is better than his, it is normal. Besides, there is no first in literature. He believes that although his articles are not as good as Ji Tangdan's eyes, they will never be compared by other people's manuscripts at once.

He read three hundred Tang poems well, and could not write poems, but he would even recite them. Since he was a teenager, he had been lingering in old papers. Even if the things he wrote were not first-class, he would not be able to compare them with the highest level. If there was such an article, it would at least be a Mao Dun Literature Award!

He hasn't heard that anyone in the Yuezhou circle can have such talent and writing skills.

So after taking it, the man was careless at first. Although his face was not expressed at all, his hands holding the manuscript were very casual, and he was not as careful as he held his own article.

But then he read two or three lines and realized the extraordinaryness of this manuscript. As the old saying goes, a person who has been wandering around in the pile of articles for a long time, no matter how capable he is, he definitely has the minimum appreciation and identification ability. After a little glance, he immediately realized that Yuezhou, a place with always literary talent, has finally appeared again, which is a beautiful article that matches the spiritual energy of the world.

Of course, the most important credit must be attributed to the Afghan writer who has experienced the suffering of war and has been displaced for half his life. If it weren't for his rich and touching experience that had created extraordinary qualities in his articles that were difficult to defend themselves, how could Yang Yi be the turn of shamelessly impersonating the name here?

Of course, even without Rahimi, Yang Yi could still harm others.

Whoever thinks it is easy to change the article, then try it yourself! Someone is quite confident now. Although the biggest highlight of this article is the heroine's psychological activities and her suffering that has accumulated over most of her life but has nowhere to talk about, the inherent secrets of Islamic society, the different interpretations of values ​​brought by different beliefs, and the details of daily life are all corresponding to the description of the history of the Republic of China.

Even if he just checked the information, Yang Yi felt that he was not ashamed of this book.

After the things related to the times and environment are changed, the spiritual core that is moving is not changed. Because of the oppression and suffering that Afghan women have suffered in their country, Chinese women in another time and space are also empathetic. Some things, such as the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty, the desire for freedom of human nature, the criticism of cruelty of war and injustice of the system, can all be expressed in the artistic conception of the whole text.

So as he looked, the man's pupils became wide open involuntarily, his face was moved and angry, and he shook his head and mournful, obviously sinking into the content depicted in the text.

After this person finished reading all 30,000 words, he couldn't help but sigh again and again: "This is great, it's great! Mr. Ji, you didn't admit that you were a master of the article just now, what should you say now!"

Obviously, although this person must have some bad flaws, so that Ji Tangdan is very cold to him, under the huge lethality of good articles, he still reveals his literati temperament. After seeing the exquisite words, he felt like he was drunk and his face was flushed.

But it is undeniable that in this excitement, there are some things that deliberately make a comedy for Ji Tangdan to show.

"How did you know that this was written by me?" Ji Tangdan saw that his disciple's article was recognized and liked, and his face was bright. Although his suspicion of Yang Yi was still not completely relieved, he shook his head with a reserved moment: "I dare not be greedy for me. This manuscript was not written by me."

The man shook his head with a funny face: "Old Ji, don't make fun of a younger generation! Writing articles about the Republic of China can make people read them like hearing and seeing them. Without personal experience, and without your famous master's foundation here, you really can't get it."

After hearing this, Ji Tangdan looked at Yang Yi again, feeling that the manuscript he had made himself always made people feel overwhelmed and panicked.

But now it is obviously not the time to pursue this issue, Ji Tangdan has already made a secret decision. Yang Yi must complete the rest of this novel under his supervision, otherwise he would never believe him.

After making up his mind, Ji Tangdan smiled slightly and looked at Yang Yinunu's chin: "This manuscript was written by my little apprentice. How about it? Can you still read it?"

These words were like thunder, which made the man stunned for a long time. After he came to his senses, he forced his head to Ji Tangdan with a smile and shook his head repeatedly: "I just said don't make fun of us juniors, and you are getting more and more excited."

Ji Tangdan immediately looked stern: "I don't like to listen to you. Why do you think my students are not of this level and can't write such good articles?"
Chapter completed!