341. Being typical

Of course, Ji Tangdan understood that Yang Yi didn't want to be arrogant. In addition to the reborn senior brothers and sisters, many of them came to visit one after another, and more or less, they met Yang Yi at the old man's house.

So now when I see him, a little guy, who runs forward and after politely, I can't help but say a few words. Although they are preaching with the attitude of elders, no one dares to be too arrogant. Today is Ji Tangdan's birthday. Whoever is confused will make people unhappy at this time. Some people who don't even know Yang Yi are even more kind. They simply regard Yang Yi as the old man's grandson.

The old lady was in the kitchen chef, Yang Yi's senior sister Zhaoying, and another white and fat-faced senior brother, and soon brought out two steaming hot faces. She knew that there were many people doing weddings, but only a very small part of them were qualified to participate. For example, the Yuezhou Writers Association Federation of Literary and Art Circles, there were also several minds coming to send blessings to everyone, and then there were people in the cultural circle of people of similar age to Ji Tangdan.

Last time, Yang Yi was pulled out by Wu Jun Jiqiang, and Pu Yuan, whom he met in the tea room, was naturally there. If you want to find someone who is least interested in the reborn boy among the guests, then it is undoubtedly this person.

We can't blame Yang Yi, nor can we blame Pu Yuan. We can only say that it was Wu Junji's clever technique at that time, which caused those people's negative impression of Yang Yi.

However, now that Ji Tangdan is pressing the formation, Pu Yuan also has to regard himself as a junior, so it is hard to say anything.

The dishes of the two-chou noodles are not precious, and there is no Kobe beef or Australian abalone, which are just home-cooked dishes. But everyone knows how important these two ordinary banquets are.

The special visiting professor of the Department of Architecture of Huaqing University, the old lady Zhai Yunfang cooks her own things, not to mention them, even if Jiang Jianmo comes, she doesn’t get what she wants. The old intellectuals of their generation are still in the title of national researcher, and they are all treasures offered high. They don’t feel anything about a municipal party secretary. Even if the provincial officials come, they will at most stand up and stretch out their hands, wanting them to clean their hands and make their dreams.

Several of the old man's disciples and guests with second-class identities were sitting at the same table. In addition, Ji Tangdan's old friends were at the same table. Now that they were on the table, they naturally took this opportunity to show off the gifts they brought.

This kind of display is different from the banquets held by merchants and officials, and it is always full of interests and shows off. There are no collaborators here, and there are no opponents who fight openly and secretly. Everyone shows gifts just to liven up the atmosphere, which is considered elegant rather than vulgar.

A few people were more active and noticed that they always had a satisfied smile on the old man's face, which looked energetic. Whether they were joking with others or listening, their gray eyebrows were extremely relaxed. Even the toasts from others did not refuse to drink until they drank, which made the old lady around them look erotic, but it didn't work.

This is an expression of extreme happiness.

Some people couldn't help it, and they started to mess with the old man's words: "Lao Ji, why are you so happy today? I saw Yunfang coming back and even forced a table of dishes for you?"

The old man was in a good mood and was not angry at his old friend's argument. After "cutting" with contempt, he simply ignored him. The old man who was teasing him also curled his lips awkwardly.

This move, but also made those who are younger in generations laugh.

"I think Mr. Ji is so happy, or his treasures are all back." On another table, Pu Yuan raised his glass and smiled: "Often my junior brothers are all busy. They are either lectures in this school or research in that place. It is rare to come back so neatly. Seeing their current grades, it is difficult to be unhappy."

As the deputy secretary of the Party Committee of the Writers Association, he was very high in his position, but in his personal knowledge and achievements, he could only give in to the old senior at another table, so he sat at Yang Yi's table. However, being able to get into the position of deputy secretary of the Party Committee in a circle of literati with different temperaments is enough to show his skills and abilities. Now these few words are very pleasing, and no one will be unhappy if he hears it.

Except for Yang Yi.

Others don't know that Yang Yi is very insightful. When this deputy secretary and great writer said that just now, his eyes always looked at him without a trace, and his eyes were quite meaningful. He said that the students who came back made the old man so happy, so naturally, the guy who had been by the old man naturally had no effect.

But Yang Yi just smiled like this, and took it over, without any awareness of being under hidden attacks, and seemed to have not taken it seriously.

He had no intention of being upset at all. Even if he wanted to blame, the object of hatred was still on Wu Junji, so Pu Yuan could not be blamed. Moreover, the others here did not take Pu Yuan's words to heart, thinking that he was simply energizing the atmosphere.

When Ji Tangdan heard this, he raised his cup with a smile. The others raised their cups and spoke, which would attract a burst of applause and cheer. Only today's birthday boy can get the quiet treatment of the whole audience.

"Secretary Pu is right. Today, seeing that the students in the past have achieved some results, it has not disappointed my expectations. As a teacher, I will naturally be very clear." Ji Tangdan sighed with emotion, but sighed with satisfaction in his heart. Then he changed his tone and explained to everyone during the meal: "But if you want to talk about why you are so happy today, there is another most important thing, you don't know."

Everyone held their breath and listened quietly, while the old lady and the students more or less guessed what the old man meant.

"Here, see, don't you."

Ji Tangdan pointed to the collection of essays piled on the coffee table in the living room. It was not that I didn’t cherish it, but because I loved it too much, so the old man held the book and couldn’t put it down until he was on the table: “I said, I’m afraid you old guys are jealous. This is my little apprentice. I sorted out my things for the rest of my life and made a collection to publish.”

As soon as these words were said, the old men's students were fine. Other guests, who were using pens to make a living, had more or less unconcealed expressions. Several old men, who were as different from Ji Tangdan's generation, even spoke in a hurry and asked Ji Tangdan questions.

Just go to the Writers Association to ask someone, ask him if he wants to organize his own texts into a collection and publish them? There is only one answer to this question, and no one can refuse it. That way, it is not a noble person, but an idiot.

Moreover, Ji Tangdan wrote throughout his life, saying more and saying less and less, but it is quite cumbersome to sort out the previous and subsequent contexts and sort them out clearly. This is a serious academic thing, and it will only be boring, but one of the old man's disciples has successfully fulfilled his teacher's wishes in a quiet and silent manner.

Some old men who were impatient and had no constraining their mouths could not help but curl up and said sarcastic words: "Oh, no wonder Lao Ji was happy today. It turned out that he was a little ruined article. Finally, he turned into lead type. You have been waiting for this life. It has been until today."

Ji Tangdan was in a surprisingly good mood. If you had to compete for a good match in your daily life, you wouldn't care. "Well, it's okay, it's okay, I'm a little lucky than you, Old Wen. By the way, your collection of Yuezhou ancient sites has been written for seven or eight years, and it's all scattered. It's not a system. Do I want me to lend you my apprentice and help you get a copy of it?"

Seeing that the old man was getting more and more unpredictable, the old lady Zhai Yunfang quickly kicked him under the table and glanced over again. Only then could she barely stop the old man's pride. As for the old man who was beginning to be sore, she had already curled her mouth and turned her head very much, "I'm too lazy to see you."

When the big shots spoke, the people on Yang Yi’s table naturally couldn’t get in, but this did not prevent them from expressing their inner thoughts with expressions.

While Ji Tangdan was joking with each other proudly, the other person on the table stared at Yang Yi neatly, with various expressions. Some thought that every child was smart and could be a good person; others were wearing tinted glasses, thinking that it was not a good thing for a villain to be old, but they didn't say it out loud.

Only Pu Yuan, I don’t know why I came to face this young man again. Before the sarcasm he just now was settled, he fought back with powerful facts. Fortunately, the others didn’t understand what he said just now, otherwise it would be really embarrassing now.

After dinner, although Pu Yuan was not in a daze, he was also very frustrated. He had a secret that he had never told outsiders. When he had just achieved some achievements in writing and met Ji Tangdan, he also tried the old man without any hesitation, hoping to join the old man's disciple, but Ji Tangdan politely rejected him at that time.

Although only the two of them knew about that experience, and he firmly believed that the old man would never let the third person know about it, now seeing Yang Yi having such an important position in the old man's heart, it is also conceivable that his emotions are so depressed and his thoughts are complicated.

However, when he thought about it, he felt a little angry again, thinking that the old man was old and his vision was like this, but after he was sent by Wu Jun to comment on Yang Yi's article, this feeling did not dissipate and had been lingering in his heart, and it was even more so now.

Not everyone, like Yang Yi's senior brother, is extremely casual. The thing about literati beings with each other since ancient times may not necessarily be divided into age or gender.

After a meal, everyone moved to the study room. After packing up, they came out to sit for a while, and savored tea and papers, which made the usual quiet room more popular. However, everyone knew that the old man was old and could not be as noisy as he had been ten or twenty years ago. After drinking tea, he said some words leisurely and said goodbye one after another.

As for the evening, it was the time for the old man’s family to have a banquet, and there was no room for outsiders to intervene.

"Come on, come here and let me see. Today, you little guy made this dead old man look big." After Zhai Yunfang finished cleaning in the kitchen, the first thing she did when she sat down was to greet Yang Yi, and pressed her side with kindness and affection as if she was treating her children and grandchildren.

"Well, it's a smart little guy." The old lady looked up and down and nodded with satisfaction: "He is smart and polite. No wonder this old man talks you every day."

Zhai Yunfang's praise made Yang Yi feel embarrassed. He was calm and composed wherever he went. Even when he met Jiang Jianmo for the first time, he was not at all nervous. However, sitting next to an old lady, he was rarely a little bit disgusted.

"I like the old booklet you sent here last time." The old lady was also full of poetry and books, but compared with a person of her age - a well-educated woman -, it was less gentle and elegant, and a little more free and easy, but it also made people feel warm.

"And the fellow villagers in Xizhi in your ancient town are also good things." The old lady squinted her eyes and smiled. How could she think of Yang Yi? How could she feel about her appetite: "It's your hometown, right? I heard that the current tourism development plan is also the work of you, a little guy?"

Yang Yi heard a little bit of it. His master's wife is a special visiting professor in the Department of Architecture of Huaqing University. Now she takes the initiative to mention Xizhi's maintenance and development. Then she cannot just joke around, it must be of great significance.

"Yes, but many places took it for granted, so they also hired teachers from the Great Da and Gome to give us some guidance."

"The bigger it is, what can those people in their architecture department use Gome? If you want to hire them in the garden, you will be an amateur when it comes to old buildings."

Yang Yi almost squirted and finally endured it. The old lady was in front of others just now, but she was quite traditional. But as soon as the outsider left, she stopped covering up anything.

"Let me do this, I'll go back and call the secretary of the architecture department of our school and ask him to send two teachers and bring a team of graduate students here. It's definitely the biggest thing in the matter, and the research on traditional architecture is Huaqing. This is not my boast. When they come, you don't need to give you money. You can eat and live in a little bit of it."

My master's wife has spoken like this. Can Yang Yi have any different opinions?

Of course, I will nod first.

When the old lady saw that Yang Yi had a great trust in her, she agreed without asking anything, and looked happy as if "You are the one who can do it." She turned around and looked at the disciples who were smiling bitterly or snickering next to her: "You have a junior brother now, and you must take more care of everything in the future. You can't let outsiders bully you. We are all a family, so we have to help ourselves first."

Yes, it's even more explicit than Ji Tangdan's words.
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