Chapter 122: ...The Second Work

Zhao Jing is a cultural worker and a research scholar. Her main work is to record famous scenic spots and cultural sites in various places.

She has visited many famous scenic spots in the first half of her life. There are domestic ones, and foreign ones too.

Domestic ones such as Lushan, Dujiangyan, Tian Yi Pavilion, and Liu Hou Temple, etc.

And foreign ones are relatively few, but she has also been to Europe for investigation, such as Paris, such as London, Egypt, etc., mainly to explore the diversity of world culture.

Therefore, her study is very large, and it contains many precious literature materials.

And Li Heng's trip to Gansu this time, besides visiting Li Li on behalf of his old father and mother, was mainly for the materials in her study.

The next day.

After breakfast, Li Heng first went to the inner ward to visit Li Li. As a result, no matter how he shouted, the latter just stared at him with his eyes open, without any response.

Li Ran used a wet towel to help her father wipe his body and said: "My dad hasn't eaten for 3 days, sometimes awake, sometimes confused, maybe he doesn't recognize you."

This situation is not uncommon for Li Heng. In his previous life, he had seen many births, old age, sickness, and death, so he naturally saw the way in it at a glance.

Leaving the room, Li Heng found Zhao Jing, "Aunt, can I go into your study to see?"

Didn't expect Zhao Jing to ask directly: "Did you finish reading those books of your dad, and hit the idea of my study?"

Li Heng smiled and nodded.

Zhao Jing leaned over, sized him up carefully, and suddenly asked seriously: "Run'e said you are a great writer, and even 3 letters are showing off you. Do you think I will fund the son of an "enemy"?"

Li Heng knew the other party was joking, and said calmly: "I am also the son of Comrade Li Jianguo."

Hearing this, Zhao Jing frowned, and after a long while, she smiled and said: "You have inherited the essence of your mother. You know how to grasp the weaknesses of human nature at such a young age. Tell me, what are you going to do in my study? Is it for the next novel?"

Li Heng didn't deny, "I have some inspiration, but I need a lot of materials to fill it."

Zhao Jing asked curiously: "Related to famous scenic spots and cultural sites?"

Li Heng said: "It's of great help to me."

Zhao Jing glanced at the circle of people chatting outside the door, lowered her voice and said: "It's not impossible, but I have a request."

Li Heng asked: "What request?"

Zhao Jing said: "Marry Li Ran."

Li Heng's eyelids lifted, his eyes full of disbelief: "Doesn't Li sister have a fiancé?"

Zhao Jing shook her head, her tone neither cold nor hot: "Temporary, in less than half a year, it will become an ex-fiancé. I know my daughter too well."

Li Heng wanted to laugh, thinking to himself that knowing a daughter is not as good as a mother, you still know it very thoroughly.

He refused: "Aunt, I'm sorry, I have a fiancée at home."

Zhao Jing didn't believe it: "Who?"

Li Heng said: "Chen Zijin."

Zhao Jing seemed to know her, "That Chen family girl? The one who went to Jingcheng? The Chen family who made your mother half-dead?"

Li Heng's face was embarrassed, but he still reminded tactfully: "I came from Jingcheng this time."

Hearing this, Zhao Jing looked at him for a long time, and finally turned and walked toward the study: "Forget it, forget it, time is fate. I didn't get your dad, and even my daughter didn't get his son. It seems that my decades of hard work will be cheap for you again."

Li Heng didn't answer, and followed into the study.

Just one look, and he fell in love with this study. It was filled with various books and materials, antique, and exuded a faint smell of ink.

Zhao Jing observed his face, "Do you like it?"

Li Heng said frankly: "Like."

Zhao Jing said: "If you like it, you can read it at will. If time is limited and you can't finish it, make a list and I will entrust someone to ship it to you."

"Ah?" Li Heng was very surprised, and couldn't help but say "Ah".

Zhao Jing looked around the study and said lengthily: "Without accident, your Uncle Li will be in these few days. Li Ran is a temper that can't hold back. In the days to come, it must be running around. They are all gone, I have been tired of this place, and plan to return to my ancestral home, return to Changshi."

Some of the books here are considered a meeting gift for you. When you write a good work in the future, remember to show it to me."

Li Heng was silent for a moment and said okay.

In the following days, Li Heng stayed in the study, occasionally taking the English teacher and Dimwit to turn around in nearby villages with Sun Aimin, Li Ran and others, and the rest of the time was spent making up for materials.

When he was reading and flipping through materials at home alone, with Li Ran as a guide, the English teacher and Dimwit were not bored, often walking on the streets and alleys of Lancheng, eating delicious food, watching customs, and playing happily.

Every time the two would bring a copy of the good things they ate back to Li Heng, and then went out to stroll the next day, cycling like this.

On the 6th day of coming to Gansu, Li Li left.

The scene was very moving.

When he was about to fall, Li Li, who was back to the light, grabbed Zhao Jing's hand tightly and said with effort: "I, I, I am leaving, can't, can't accompany you anymore, you, you go back to Shaoshi, see, see him, I don't blame you, you accompanied me, me for so many years, I, I am satisfied..."

This was Li Shu's last words, and after saying it, he seemed to have finished a wish, his head tilted, and he left the world.

Serving her husband who had been lying in bed for several years, Zhao Jing thought she wouldn't be sad, wouldn't cry, but the result was still burying her head on the bed and crying for a long time, her eyelids were swollen from crying, and finally everyone pulled her away.

According to Li Li's last wish, no funeral was held, just a simple memorial service was held, and then buried in the low hill opposite the house.

Li Ran was sad for a few days, and after all the funeral matters were handled, she found Li Heng: "Listening to Mom, you are interested in cultural sites, and your new book is also related to this, just in time I am going to accompany Sun Aimin to do archaeology, do you want to go?"

Li Heng asked: "Where to?"

Li Ran said: "Dunhuang, Crescent Lake."

Li Heng's eyes shone, "Go, I'll go with you."

After saying that, he hurriedly went to find the English teacher and Dimwit.

Li Ran pulled him at this time and asked: "Mom said, you refused to marry me?"

Li Heng was speechless: "Don't make trouble."

Li Ran nodded deeply, "She just lost her husband, it's really making trouble, you have to understand. But are you really the great writer "December"?"

Li Heng nodded.

Li Ran carried her hands on her back, circled him three times, and finally said: "No wonder my mother would be so obsessed with your dad, I think your dad is also a gentle person. When I have a chance, I must go see him, what charm does he have?"

Li Heng blurted out and asked: "You haven't seen my dad's photo?"

Li Ran nodded and shook her head: "I saw it when I was a child, but I can't remember it clearly now. Later, we moved once, and my mother lost a box, and all the treasures inside were gone. For this, my dad was happy and drank a catty of Erguotou."

Li Heng was silent.

For the next week, the group bid farewell to Zhao Jing, went to the Mogao Caves in Dunhuang, enjoyed the Buddha's name, wooden fish sound, chanting sound, people's laughter, and the fluttering flags, as well as the mountain wind sound, flowing water sound, horse hoof sound, and camel bell sound outside the stone caves.

Seeing Li Heng forgetting himself along the way, immersed in Buddhist culture with his whole body and mind, the English teacher finally asked the conjecture in her heart: "You took so many notes, are you preparing for a new book?"

Li Heng nodded and said yes.

After the conjecture was verified, the English teacher put away her casual heart, and always accompanied him in the future. When he wanted to drink water, she handed over water. When he lowered his head to take notes, she watched the words under the pen tip from the side, and her heart was inexplicably peaceful, and her spirit seemed to be sublimated.

Dimwit and Li Ran are both outgoing and lively, and because Li Ran is not a beauty, Zhang Zhiyong has no psychological pressure, and the two get along very well as soon as they meet.

Seeing the English teacher supporting her chin on the side watching Li Heng write insights, Li Ran quietly asked Zhang Zhiyong: "Is this sexy woman really your teacher?"

Zhang Zhiyong looked back at Wang Runwen: "Right, what's the matter?"

Li Ran said: "It feels weird, it doesn't look like it?"

Zhang Zhiyong identified it again, scratched his head and said: "Where is it not like? You don't think our teacher is too concerned about Old Heng, right?"

Li Ran said: "That's the feeling."

"Oh! I thought it was a big deal, you thought wrong, my teacher has always been so partial to Old Heng, anyway, I don't know when it started, anyway, it has been like this for a long time." Zhang Zhiyong was not surprised, didn't feel anything wrong.

Sensing that Li Ran and Zhang Zhiyong frequently looked at this side not far away, Li Heng, who had just finished writing the two chapters of "Daoist Tower" and "Mogao Caves", put down his pen, rubbed his sore wrist and sighed:

"Teacher, aren't you afraid of outside rumors?"

Wang Runwen was still savoring the beautiful words he just wrote, and didn't recover for a while, "What rumors?"

Li Heng turned his head to look at her, then withdrew his gaze, looking up at the distance: "Nothing."

Didn't expect Wang Runwen to make a sound at this time, "Why? Are you afraid?"

Li Heng pondered for half a while, shook his head and said: "What am I afraid of, just worried about implicating you, Teacher."

Wang Runwen sneered, "Don't say we have nothing. Even if we do, lend Zhang Zhiyong a few guts, does he dare to say it?"

Hearing this tiger-wolf word, Li Heng was ashamed, breathed calmly for a few breaths, and changed the subject: "After visiting the desert tomorrow, I suddenly want to go to Dujiangyan, and then detour to Liu Hou Temple in Yongzhou to return home. Teacher, are you and Dimwit continuing to follow? Or go back directly, return to Shaoshi?"

Wang Runwen asked: "The college entrance exam results are coming out soon, don't you want to go back and see?"

Li Heng shook his head: "It's hard to come out once, the writing interest is just right, so I won't rush back. As for the college entrance exam results, I can call the head teacher and Sun Manning."

Wang Runwen stared at the back of his head for a while, and finally said, "Don't worry, wait until you finish visiting the desert. I've grown up so big, I haven't seen the desert, very curious."

"Okay."

There will be roads in the desert, but there are none here. Looking from a distance, there are a few crooked footprints. Following the footprints, Li Heng and his party finally climbed over Mingsha Mountain with difficulty and arrived at Crescent Lake.

That night, Li Heng talked to Dimwit about going south, and Li Ran and Sun Aiguo were also on the side.

After listening, before Dimwit expressed his position, Li Ran tossed the camera and said excitedly: "Dujiangyan, good place, I'll go, I'll go."

Then, she cast a vote for Sun Aimin.

Li Heng asked Zhang Zhiyong: "What about you?"

Zhang Zhiyong didn't speak, the first thing was to turn over his money bag, and then counted, "Big Brother Heng, the money I brought is enough for now, but what about the English teacher? Will she go? If she doesn't go, it's not safe for her to return to Shaoshi alone."

"I'll go." Just then, a voice came from outside the door, and then the door was gently pushed open. The English teacher, who had just finished taking a shower, draped her wet hair, and then reached out to Li

"For your best friend?"

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't."

Fine, she was being mysterious now. Li Heng took a small stack of manuscript paper from his bag and placed it in her hand.

After taking the manuscript paper, Wang Runwen returned to her room, closed the door, curled up in front of the desk for a while, and then began to write:

Shuheng, it's been a long time. How are you? Have you been well lately?

I just walked through the sand dunes today and visited Crescent Lake. Along the way, I have been conducting self-reflection very meticulously, but unfortunately, my literary cultivation is insufficient; the aesthetic feeling in my heart is not even one-tenth of the words from his pen. I have decided to follow Li Heng to Dujiangyan to broaden my horizons, and then detour to the Liu Hou Shrine in Yongzhou.

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(Ten thousand words have been updated.)

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