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023: Diary Fiction

The moon is very gentle.

Ruan Xiang's cheeks were already red. She raised her fist and hit Li Jianghe, saying angrily: "Rogue"

When sending Ruan Xiang back to his dormitory, Li Jianghe accepted the request without saying anything more.

He wanted to say it, but Ruan Xiang ignored him.

There are men and women downstairs in the girls' dormitory, some are cuddling up to each other, some are snuggling and making out. In fact, everyone knows that it is definitely a kind of torture for the soul when a single dog passes by the girls' dormitory at night.

But this charming atmosphere is also the catalyst for the young lovers to break through the window paper and finally be together.

Downstairs in the dormitory, Li Jianghe stopped Ruan Xiang who turned to enter the building.

If I don't say it, I won't have a chance to say it today.

"Xiang, cough, classmate Ruan Xiang", Li Jianghe's old face turned red.

"Huh?" Ruan Xiang turned around, his face not completely flushed, and his slightly slender eyes finally revealed his charm.

"Actually, um, that's it." Li Jianghe's heart skipped a beat, "I wonder if you have time next weekend."

"What? You want to ask me out to play?" Ruan Xiang raised the corner of his mouth.

"This..., outing, outing." Li Jianghe scratched his head, feeling a little weak.

"Where do you want to go for an outing?" Ruan Xiang deliberately emphasized "outing".

Li Jianghe's old face turned red again, "You decide, I've never been anywhere."

"Have you ever been to Xuanwu Lake Park?" Ruan Xiang turned around and said, "Besides, I didn't promise you to go."

"The main reason is that I will no longer work as a part-time student in the future," Li Jianghe slurred, "so I want to, um, commemorate it."

"You don't work in the restaurant anymore?" Ruan Xiang's eyes widened.

"Well, if the conditions at home are better, the school's resources will not be wasted," Li Jianghe said.

"Well, my roommate said that she wants to climb the Purple Mountain. If your roommate also wants to go, I can ask her if she wants to go together." After Ruan Xiang said that, he turned around and said, "That's it.

goodbye."

"Goodbye", Li Jianghe waved his hand.

.......

Li Jianghe fell into a period of continuous excitement.

On the first weekend of school, he was ready to visit the old dean.

This time, Li Jianghe took the specialty jade bamboo shoot tea that had been prepared long ago and bought some fruits at the door.

The old dean was as happy as ever. He scolded Li Jianghe and told him not to bring anything with him next time, and then invited him in.

The dean's wife washed the fruits, and Li Jianghe and the old dean sat on the chairs and chatted.

"You should read the book I gave you last time." The old dean said with a firm tone, "What do you think?"

"I finished reading it during the holiday." Li Jianghe thought for a while and said: "Compared with the diary-style novels of the two female writers, the political meaning of Diary of a Madman is naturally stronger. The Diary of a Madman uses psychological activities as threads to connect them, and the story is not like

A story, but more like a discussion."

"Well, what happens next?" The old dean nodded and continued to ask.

"Of course there are differences between the two female writers. Personally, I prefer Ms. Lu Yin.

"In comparison, Ms. Ding Ling's "Ms. Shafei's Diary" became famous as soon as it came out. Her argumentative description of soul and body is naturally better than that of Lu Yin, but looking at it now, it seems that Lu Yin is still

The content is more avant-garde.”

"What you said makes sense," the old dean said, leaning on the armchair: "One of the characteristics of diary novels is self-narrative. The literary differences you mentioned are not the differences between authors. Lu Xun

His concern for current affairs led him to write "Diary of a Madman". The immediate issues faced by women of that era were issues such as freedom of marriage. This oppression of women by the old feudal society naturally affected emotions, spirit and body.

Relationships are the main thing.”

Li Jianghe nodded, "Literature is not isolated."

"My opponent," the old dean smiled kindly, "What else did you read during this holiday?"

"I reread "The Besieged City" a few days ago," Li Jiang Hedao.

"Fortress Besieged is a good book. What do you like most about it?" the old dean continued to ask.

"The metaphor, Mr. Qian Zhongshu's metaphor is so subtle and appropriate," Li Jianghe replied without thinking.

"Have you read Yang Jiang's "Bathing"?" The old dean nodded.

"I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it yet," Li Jianghe answered honestly.

"Then you can go back and read it, and compare it with "Fortress Besieged"." The old dean took out an apple from the fruit bowl and put it in Li Jianghe's hand, "Didn't you think of coming to the literature department?"

"I've thought about it," Li Jianghe said to himself, I think about it every day, but I didn't have the money before.

"Come here for sophomore year?", the old dean said with a smile, "I happen to be short of a disciple."

The old dean stopped teaching undergraduate students a long time ago. In fact, he doesn’t even teach graduate students very much. Now he basically only teaches PhD students.

On the one hand, the old dean is overqualified for teaching undergraduates. On the other hand, as the dean of the liberal arts college, he also has administrative work and does not have the time to waste.

At present, the national regulations regarding professors who fail to teach undergraduates for three consecutive years have not yet been promulgated.

"I try my best," Li Jianghe replied.

"Do you have many courses in your major?", the old dean turned to ask.

"Not much, there is not much pressure to study," Li Jianghe replied.

"That's good. There are some books you can read in advance. I'll make a list for you later." The old dean smiled, stroking his hands. "I believe your grades can meet the requirements for changing majors. At the end of the last semester, you were

How old are you?.”

"Second in the class and fifth in grade", Li Jianghe is also quite satisfied with his results.

The top student in the class usually studies harder than Li Jianghe, and his brain is not as stupid as Li Jianghe's. It is natural that his final grades will be higher than his.

"Yes, it seems that you are really capable of learning." The old dean was very pleased and showed a sly smile. "Then you don't mind if I assign you some tasks?"

"I don't mind, I don't mind." Li Jianghe certainly couldn't refuse at this time.

"Go back and write a paper. The theme is a comparative study of the two books "Fortress Besieged" and "Bathing"." The old dean patted Li Jianghe and said, "How about leaving it to me before six months."

"If your writing is good, I will publish it in a journal for you, but if it doesn't work, then you can just practice writing." The old dean said meaningfully: "We don't need to engage in those evil ways. If it works, it will work, and if it doesn't, it won't work."

.”

"Thank you, Grandpa Lin." Li Jianghe felt awe-struck in his heart. He had no intention of deceiving others.

At the old dean's house, the dean always asked him to call him Grandpa Lin. After all, calling him teacher was too unfamiliar.

That night, Li Jianghe also cooked Dao Yingtian's home-cooked dish: stir-fried sausages with artemisia and mugwort.

"I wish he was our grandson." The old dean's wife looked at Li Jianghe who had walked away from the window and sighed, "Old Lin, I can't help you."
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