Still, Wait For Me

On that Saturday at Kanan University, the morning the coach allowed the team members to sleep, Xu Tiansheng actually didn't sleep. He went out and found the Kanan University Teacher's Dormitory, knocking on an old man's home.

This old man named Yan Zhenyu, in his previous life, tried his best to guide Xu Tiansheng on his journey to history, cultivated him carefully for four years, and even put aside his body and face to seek for him, to win the postgraduate places of several celebrities in the circle.

However, Xu Tiansheng came out to work as soon as possible in order to alleviate the dilemma at the time. At the last minute, he chose to give up, and all the efforts of the elderly were put to naught.

Afterwards, many guilty courtyards did not even dare to say goodbye to the elderly.

“Hello, Professor Yan, I was the one who sent you this letter earlier, many students from Iwata University.” Xu Tiansheng made up for the bow he owed back then.

“Oh, it's Xu Xiaoyu. Welcome, come in.” Professor Yan smiled graciously.

Once the old man went into the house and sat down, made tea, Yan Zhenyu said the first sentence: “Since he loves the history of drilling, when he knows the fame of old... how can he not be too good, he is not afraid to give me such an important discovery...”

See Professor Yan take the initiative to revisit the old matter. Xu Tiansheng's heart is intolerably interrupting the elderly, sincerely said:

“Teacher Yan, I think... you are first a father, then a historian. There are some things, the right and wrong of reason are not necessarily all right and wrong... you deserve my trust. ”

Yan Zhenyu slightly opened his lips and finally did not speak.

Yan Zhenyu, originally a professor of history at a prestigious university in the northeast, has cultivated for decades and has gained a great reputation and authority throughout the history and academic community.

As a matter of fact, he shouldn't have come to a third-class school like Canaan University.

All the problems arose with his son, a child born of Book Kamen, a child who had seen the great book of history with his hands since childhood and was considered to be well endowed with talent, preferred to insist on the path of doing business in the end, then repeatedly lost the war, owed a butt debt, millions of dollars.

For his sake, Zhen Yu laid down all the principles. Some wealthy merchants want him to glorify in the article that he was an adulterous ancestor, give money, he writes; some wealthy merchants want to rely on Su Dongpo or some historical celebrity, to be the celebrity's dozens of grandchildren, and also to publish officially, give money, he writes, find a way to publish; …

It is said that nothing is useful as a scholar, which is the only way to become a scholar for life.

For three years, he lost his reputation and was ridiculed and scorned by countless peers. Among them are his colleagues, old friends, and even students he once had.

For three years, he paid off all his debts on behalf of his son and then left the environment where he could no longer afford to go with his wife to Canaan University, which was then widely regarded as “nothing but money”.

Humanities come to cherish feathers, but vigorously revitalize Yo, selling fame and principles, beliefs and status, all for money, that painful share, perhaps only he himself understands.

In the previous life, a classmate once said to Xu Tingsheng that the old man was taking you to see and cultivate when his son was young, trying to make up for the regret in his heart and give himself a comfort.

Unfortunately, many of the gardeners at the time ended up disappointing the elderly.

In the conversation that followed, the elderly clearly pointed out the childishness and inadequacy in Xu Tiansheng's text, held the attachment, and even the wrong place, Xu Tiansheng accepted it one by one. Cao Cao's tomb was not discovered after the theoretical argument. Its discovery was an accident, even to the end, very controversial.

But it is precisely for this reason that experts argued that some people looked at various historical books and found many grounds to prove that this is indeed Cao Cao's tomb.

What Xu Tiansheng did was, as a historic enthusiast, to turn these "bases for ex post facto proof" into “bases for ex ante discovery”, of which there are indeed many strong attachments.

“So, Professor Yan, once this article is published, there may always be a great deal of controversy.” Xu Tingsheng heard that the old man had helped contact the publishing article, sincerely said.

Professor Yan smiled generously: “I made some tests and made some changes to the article, and we still have the right chance. Also, the old cheeks put me in the second author, so that there is a mouse crossing the street like me, but whenever anything happens, the spear head will come to me.

You can rest assured, after all, that you are a child and it would be nice to have this kind of drilling and thinking. I think their attitude towards you will still be more tolerant. ”

“Thank you... Teacher Yan.” Xu Tingsheng's change from professor to teacher was actually a silent expression of the intimacy he once had.

“Little friends are polite. In fact, I also have a selfish heart. If we prove ourselves right in the end, my husband can also use the help of little friends to fight the water and turn around again. After all, it's a golden mausoleum. I wish I could touch the earth with my own hands for the rest of my life...”

The old man turned northwest, revealing an infinite number of visions.

Xu Tingsheng was sent all the way out the door by the elderly. Like the previous life's cognition, this was such a generous elderly man, even if it was just Xu Tingsheng having such a “strange” child, he tried to help each other.

“To pay off the debt of the historical community. ”

The old man finally said. Xu Tiansheng did not know whether what he said was meant to repay the debt was the ancient mystery of Anyang Gaoling, or Xu Tiansheng, a seedling of historic research that he recognized and valued.

“Please don't be me, teacher, I'm going to play with one, light a gun and run. ”

……

Traditionally, there has been a lack of interest in academic research in the media, after all, many times this kind of thing is obscure and lacks flashpoints. But this time it's different.

The word "Cao Cao” is itself the biggest blast point, and the word "discoverer" is actually a “freshman student”, another blast point. Wasn't it surprising that audience favorites were novel and special? … there is nothing more exciting about the media than this.

So, while the academic community was still arguing, the media had ignored the beginning of the "arc of fire”, almost as hard as it had been in previous lives for the public to wonder.

And it missed.

The media is good, the people are good, and there's only one hope left, one voice: digging.

“Hard to tell right from wrong? Still arguing? ”

“Discerning what, talking about what? ”

“Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it. ”

The media and the public can do whatever the technical means are immature and do not have the necessity of rescue excavation… In short, everyone is itchy if they don't look at the liveliness and the results clearly.

“Maybe the freshman kid. Is he right? ”

“Wrong? Wrong relationship, he's just a kid. ”

“Let's dig it anyway. ”

In the midst of all the disturbances, Xishan University City students were astonished to discover that this time, the wind stirred the rain, so much noise, it turned out that he was still Yamadai, the guy called Xu Tiansheng...

“Is there anything else he can't do? ”

This sentence is not derogatory, it's just that no one can find a better way to express it for a while.

Just this day, someone published an endless post in the University City "Under the Creek Tower” forum, with only one title:

“Xishan Tower is a gardener. ”

What's that supposed to mean? A lot of people were confused until someone followed the post and said it in the same format, in the same endless way:

“Foshan Huang Feihong. ”

Third person to follow: "White Camel Mountain Ouyang Feng. ”

Fourth.

Fifth.

……

All follow posts are in the same format, the same is endless, I understand, I don't understand, I still don't understand. Fortunately, a kind person helped to give an example as an explanation:

“Where are you from? ”

“Foshan. ”

“Which Foshan? ”

“Huang Fei-hung's Foshan. ”

“Oh, I see. ”

So, under the Xishan Tower, Xu Tiansheng.