For a while, after accidentally watching a treasure appraisal program on TV, Gu Weijing often rummaged through the cabinets to find all kinds of strange old things left by his family's ancestors.
What a pity.
The three people were replaced by the small leaf camphor box that Gu Tongxiang longed for and lamented about his old Gu family's big yard in Baishun Hutong, Beijing, making him unable to regard him as "our Bai Jingye".
Gu Weijing did not dig out Wang Xizhi's pen and ink, Wu Daozi's original works, etc. secretly hidden in the mezzanine to express sympathy for the younger generation.
There is no 16-character Feng Shui secret book.
There are various tattered folk handwritten books from the Qing Dynasty.
It's an old thing, but it's not worth the money.
To be honest, this book should have been quite valuable back then. Unfortunately, nowadays, such rubbish-looking private books can be sold by the pound.
It is not the same concept as a collection worth one or two gold for a page of Song Dynasty edition.
Furthermore, due to changes in papermaking technology between Kangxi and Jiaqing, the paper of some old books from a specific period became so acidified that it would fall off when touched.
Fortunately.
After all, it is a replacement of something from the Siheyuan. These old sandalwoods are specialized in paper preservation, and they have remained incorruptible for two hundred years.
I couldn’t sell three melons and two dates, so I kept them as a thought and could barely do anything.
For curious children, it is more like a secret vault hiding endless treasures for exploration.
Gu Weijing remembered that during his childhood, he spent many summer vacation weekends with a pile of tattered books that he could only half understand. He could no longer recall much of the content. It seemed that There are Tao An's Dream Memories, several torn volumes of Sou Shen Ji, and Journey to the West.
There should probably be serious scientific examination textbooks such as Zhu Xi’s Original Meaning and The Complete Collection of Nature and Principles.
But Gu Weijing was naturally not interested in watching it.
His childhood interests were based on those messy yellowed pages and grew like crazy. He told stories and acted in the dilapidated mountains and rivers of the late Ming Dynasty, fought cocks and raised birds, put out lanterns to welcome the gods, and met the wild foxes under the trees. Keep company with the demons and ghosts on the way to seek scriptures.
Gu Weijing was surprised now that he, at such a young age, could actually read and understand the romance and legend of the ancients who challenged Qu Naiya.
That is the unique persistence and patience of children.
Although Gu Weijing was born in Yangon, his ability in classical Chinese that even Professor Lin Tao looked at in class probably originated from this.
He remembered that there was a strange book called Xiang Lian Pin Zao wrapped in silk satin.
Girls’ feet are divided into three noble, five styles and nine grades.
It is the same as learning to appreciate calligraphy and painting works of art.
There are actually distinctions between Yi, Shen, Miao and Neng, as well as practical techniques such as the three shadows of the fragrant lotus, the nine views of the jade feet, the eighteen methods of appreciating the lotus, and the thirty-six postures of appreciating the lotus. Teaching Guide.
Damn it.
What a weird book.
Now that I think about it, it should be Lao Gu who came down privatelyHere comes the hidden "pornographic" book.
When Gu Weijing was a child, he didn't know much about these things. The above is profound, the paintings are interesting, and it is different from other books.
Thinking it was some kind of martial arts mentality, he would often read it when he had nothing to do.
His career in ancient literature research ended when his grandfather passed by the door.
Mr. Gu has always let Gu Weijing turn over old books, thinking that he is naturally talented and reading old books will increase his knowledge.
Happy to see the results.
It’s not much better than watching a martial arts show
Until one day, Gu Tongxiang, with a head that was not bald at that time, slurping a purple clay teapot, watched from Gu Weijing As I was strolling by the room, I heard Sun Tzu's voice sinking in his Dantian. He read aloud with the solemn gesture of reading a hundred schools of thought, "Official, I have such little feet, don't make fun of me."
Old Man Gu puffed out two jets of Longjing water from his nostrils.
The old man couldn’t pour it out in one breath and almost choked to death.
That night, all the old books in their house were locked up again, and Gu Tongxiang put a copy of Legend of the Condor Heroes in his hand.
Grow up a bit.
Know the past about the three-inch golden lotus and foot binding.
Gu Weijing feels that the ancients’ criticism of the soles of feet can never escape the control, destruction and abuse of the appreciators to the admired, or the rulers to the dominated, and the powerful to their vassals. .
Foot binding took all the blame.
It is exactly like Oscar Wilde’s classic prophecy that everything in the world is related to sex. Except for sex itself, which is only about power.
For a long time from then on, Gu Weijing hated the aesthetics of the soles of his feet.
As a result, he was prejudiced against ballet and could not appreciate the so-called elegance and elegance of ballet, whether he was an actor or an actress.
In fact, there were many beautiful early Western ballet dancers.
It also often appears in history as a pastime for nobles or as a female slave kept in manor by Tsarist Russian lords.
It wasn’t until later that Kou Kou had a chat and listened to Gu Weijing’s point of view.
I raised my feet seriously and showed him that after the 1980s and 1990s, with the improvement of sports science, top dancers and deformed feet are no longer directly equated. .
They must wear pointe condoms when practicing dance, and according to national regulations, before the age of ten, truly professional dance teachers and international performances will absolutely prevent children from doing pointe. Action appears.
"Hey, what are you talking about? Student Gu, open your eyes and look carefully. Don't my sister's feet look beautiful?"
That angry look The look of the drum shows that this is not a question.
If Gu Weijing dared to shake his head, Kou Kou would step on his face.
He had no reason to shake his head.
Because that day all the boys in the class couldn't help but glance secretly at the straight toes stretched under the white silk stockings.
Since then, Gu Weijing has changed his concept of ballet.
Today, Gu Weijing felt that it was time to change his mind and apologize to his ancestors.
The light pink skin spread from the calves under the skirt to Katsuko’s round toes, and even every small and cute fingernail was dyed a light rose color.
There is a little bit of light dust that cannot be easily wiped off with a wet wipe.
The jade of a foot is flawless, and the pearl of an inch is stained with dust, but it is a precious treasure in the world.
Things need to be viewed dialectically.
Of course foot binding is a bad habit that requires ten thousand feet to be stepped on.
But the girl’s soles are indeed dazzling works of art.
This is not a work of art, what is it?
He vaguely remembered that it seemed to be written in the Xianglian Pinzao that the most beautiful feet should be medium-slender and short. To be together, what else do you want, like the red sun approaching the mountains, like the West holding the heart, the smile is natural, and like the trembling of neon clothes with a song and so on.
Fang is a treasure that is indispensable and cannot have two.
Gu Weijing never knew what this meant. He originally thought it was the fabrication of some old perverts.
He suddenly understood now.
Miss Sakai’s soles of her feet were hot. The soles of her feet were originally the end of the blood vessels farthest from the heart, but she didn’t know that it was due to the high-speed blood flow caused by exercise, or maybe it was just nervousness.
There seemed to be some rose-colored flames mixed under the skin of her toes.
Gu Weijing’s fingers were also hot.
Every time his fingers touched the dust on Katsuko’s feet through the wet wipes, Miss Sakai’s arches trembled, and her toes quickly curled up and stretched, as if they were the resonance box behind the piano. plucked strings.
Gu Weijing had to pull out the memory in his mind from the nosebleed Xianglian Pinzao to meditating on Journey to the West.
I tried hard to recall the heroic appearance of my senior brother Monkey Brother fighting the female monster, and then I stopped the speed in my chest.
"Asian Art said that they will probably contact us for a final proofreading soon."
"Yeah."
"Copyright Transfer Agreement Contact It’s the email address, and I’ve already signed it for both of us.”
“Hmm.”
“Offrt does not give us preprints and single copies of papers. This is their practice. If necessary, the magazine will charge extra."
Famous journals are quite dark.
Black and white photos, color photos, and various preprinted volumes often cost extra if the author himself wants them.
There are many ways to generate income.
For many professional scholars, it is a relatively large expense.
Usually just save the df version of the article, and there are no additional paid items.
But Mrs. Sakai doesn’t like it at all.
Shengzi said softly, "My mother wants to print 1,000 copies, put them at home, and send one to all the seven aunts and eight aunts every now and then to show off. I think she is a bit too outrageous. From other journals The editor said that there has never been such a precedent, and only 250 copies can be printed."
"Hmm."
Gu Weijing continued to hum, not sure if he heard what Shengzi was saying. Something.
In the past, he was still very concerned about the publication of their precious papers, but today, the situation was a bit special, and all his attention was on controlling himself to be a gentleman.
I really don’t care about him.
Seeing Gu Weijing's appearance, Sakai Katsuko was not as nervous as he was at the beginning.
She raised her lowered head, tilted her head to look at her boyfriend, and blinked.
“We want to be together all the time.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Don’t lick the pen when you are drawing.”
"Yeah, yeah."
"Listen to me in the future."
"Yeah, yeah."
Gu Wei, who was trying hard to knock off the bones in his mind Jing suddenly realized that the topic seemed to have gone astray.
He raised his head and looked over.
Katsuko was also looking at him with her head tilted, her hair hanging down on the side of her face.
A gentle and charming look.
"Yes."
Gu Weijing smiled and nodded.
Pfft, Katsuko Sakai also smiled sweetly, and the silky smile, like the bright moon that had just risen above their heads, flowed throughout their bodies.
The two people opened their arms and hugged each other again.
“Oh”
Mrs. Sakai, who was lying on the fence of the tennis court, stretching her neck and looking at the scene here, smiled like an aunt.
She suddenly felt that she had nothing to teach her daughter.
Greenness,
is the most beautiful.
The blonde aunt looked at this scene. She felt that Chen Shenglin was right. No one should disturb the scene in front of her, and no one was more important to the man and woman in front of her than each other.
"I'll wait for you in the car. Remember to have dinner together tonight"
Mrs. Sakai typed a text message to her daughter, and she stood up and looked towards the surrounding woods. I randomly picked a path and walked away.
"bayernforevernuberone"
The off-key humming sound echoed in the professor's teaching building, causing the night sensor lights in the corridor to follow the tune of the Bayern fans' support song "Southern Star", section The scales lit up.
The same sky, the same sky, the same time.
If the ory sung by Miss Kou Kou gives people a peaceful and peaceful power, like an echoingA cold and beautiful female ghost.
Then Mr. Walter excitedly muttered the Bayern war hymn in the deserted corridor.
It's like a strong man's howl at midnight, enough to scare away ghosts.
The sketch teacher had no consciousness of the devilish sound. He was humming happily while picking the office keys in his pocket.
It is said that German men are only interested in two kinds of noises, the shouts on the football field and the roar of machinery.
As the three generations of legendary German world champions Schumacher, Seb and Rosberg retired one after another, Professor Vettel gradually lost interest in F1 and only retained his die-hard loyalty to Bayern.
He was planning to go home after taking classes today.
On second thought.
Ms. Wattle had a whole day of classes from morning to night today. The crucial match between Bayern and Wolfsburg in the closing stages of the Bundesliga is about to begin.
He didn't like seeing the mobile sports media writing the results of the game on the news headlines on the way home.
Then the fun of watching football will be lost.
"A true fan will almost never miss any home team game." Vettel said to himself in his heart.
So.
He hesitated for a few seconds, then wandered around in a circle, wandering back to the office from the advanced class class, preparing to hide for a while, drink beer on the TV in the office, and watch A game.
Then go home.
"Go, go, go."
Vettel opened the door to his office and turned on the TV to connect to the Sky Sports live broadcast room.
I happily took out a can of beer from the small refrigerator next to me, because in the past few days, students would come to the studio to draw every afternoon.
Vettel also deliberately put a few cans of juice in the refrigerator.
However,
it seemed that the other party was very polite and did not take it.
"Why are you so polite? You drink the juice in my studio, and I prostitute your paintings. It's a fair trade," Vatel said shamelessly.
Eh
The sketch teacher discovered it.
There is a sticky note taped to the closed door of the studio suite.
He walked over and took a look.
Professor Vattel
I'm sorry to trouble you for your careful guidance during this period. I feel that I have improved very much. The watercolor painting board I ordered will arrive home next week, so I will Thank you very much for not bothering you every day.
I put the spare key of the office in the pen holder in the workroom. I wish you all the best.
Your students, Gu Weijing.
"Trouble, it's nice to come and draw if it's not troublesome."
The sketch teacher licked his lips and realized that drawing one picture a day was unsustainable. The first reaction was even a little disappointed.
Professor Vattle does not want to collect these paintings, but
This isAll teachers can't escape the collecting habit
When you see such neat, dry and delicate works placed in front of you, it's like the teacher is judging the paper and sees a piece without any The corrected Chinese language test paper with full marks, even the words written on it looked like Pang Zhonghua’s copybook.
How many teachers can refuse to keep this exam paper and show it off to future generations
Especially the visible progress between each painting. Vattel was filled with an incomparable sense of accomplishment, although he knew that this might not be to a great extent, it was all due to his own teachings.
Below the sticky note, there is an additional line of comments.
The piece of work that is drying on the workbench is a gift from me. You can do it however you want. I hope you like it. I also hope you can successfully chase your dreams.
Maybe this picture can help, I wish you all the best. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft