Chapter 300: , Days with Mai Sui in the Library, Becoming a Disciple of Mr. Ba

The self-study room was packed, and as soon as he sat down, he felt a completely different atmosphere of reading.

Looking at the rows of heads, looking at the mountains of books of all kinds.

A sense of heroism to "no longer waste time, no longer waste time" suddenly arose in Li Heng's mind.

Sitting here, it felt like laziness was a crime.

No wonder Mai Sui and Zhou Shihe liked to drill into the library; the learning atmosphere was just too intense, not something a simple "spacious rental" could compare to.

This is like an ordinary middle school and a key middle school. It seems that the ordinary middle school has everything, but it lacks that spirit of reading and competition, which is the magic weapon for the key middle school to win.

In short, the environment is very important.

Mai Sui brought him two books, one for advanced mathematics and one for college English.

He was quite good at both subjects. He first spent 3 hours flipping through the college English book, and suddenly had a count in his heart, feeling that this subject should be stable.

A good start for English, he wasn't so panicked in his heart. He put the book aside, took a sip of water from the thermos cup on his left, but his eyes wandered unconsciously in the self-study room.

He saw Liu Yanyan, Wei Xiaozhu, Leyao, Li Guoyi, and Zhou Zhangming, two large tables away. Uh, in other words, about half a self-study room away.

He found that several boys sitting diagonally across from Wei Xiaozhu were glancing at her from time to time, glancing at her from time to time, feeling like they weren't here to study, but specifically to look at the girl.

Thinking of this, Li Heng looked around his surroundings. It would have been better if he hadn't looked.

Looking at this, he was stunned!

Whoa, good guy!

Did he come to a kingdom of women? The corners around him were all girls, and he was the only boy?

Does this look like anything?

When Li Heng looked up, two girls opposite noticed his strangeness and even smiled at him. Obviously, because he was so famous, people recognized him.

Taking another sip of water and closing the lid, Li Heng tore off a piece of paper and wrote: Do you usually read here?

Handed it to Mai Sui.

After reading it, Mai Sui wrote back: Mm, Shihe and I have been here all semester, your seat is the one Ningning sat in, the position hasn't changed.

Li Heng wrote: No one grabs the seat?

Mai Sui wrote back: No, no matter how late we come, this seat is basically empty.

Li Heng was stunned, and after a while wrote: That's true, meeting the "sinking fish and falling geese" (beautiful women) big and small kings, if it were me, I would let them have it, I wouldn't dare grab the seat.

Mai Sui smiled softly and wrote back: Stop being poor, do you want me to save you a seat?

Li Heng wrote: The surrounding seats are full, how can you save one?

Mai Sui wrote back: The two senior sisters on Shihe's left are going abroad to study after the New Year, they will be empty.

Mentioning this, Li Heng suddenly realized, only then did he react that this was Fudan University, and many people were going abroad to study. It's possible that out of 10 people seen on the road, two or three wanted to go abroad.

He once saw a post: a boy broke the news that he studied at Fudan in the 90s, his grades were in the middle and lower reaches of the class. Originally, this boy was a salted fish, and he gave up trying, but in the end, he accidentally got a quota to stay at school.

The boy was a bit confused, and then after asking around, he found that the good students in the class either went abroad for further studies, were recommended to Peking University or Tsinghua University, or were taken by relevant units, and then the good job of staying at school fell on him.

Li Heng's pen wrote on the paper: Okay, you help me save a seat.

The two passed notes for a while, and then Li Heng cheered up and continued to review advanced mathematics earnestly.

Mathematics had always been his strong point, and coupled with his attentive listening in class, the review went smoothly, and he basically didn't encounter any difficulties.

He didn't know how long this went on...

Just as he was working hard, the bell rang for the end of class, and the girls around him got up and left one after another.

Mai Sui and Zhou Shihe saw that he was still studying selflessly, so they tacitly didn't leave and stayed to wait for him.

Waiting and waiting, they accidentally waited until after 8 o'clock. If it weren't for his stomach rumbling, Li Heng, who was immersed in the sea of questions, wouldn't have noticed it was so late, and wouldn't have woken up.

He stretched and asked: "What time is it?"

Mai Sui said: "8:43."

Li Heng asked subconsciously: "No, it's so late, you haven't eaten yet? Are you iron men?"

Mai Sui and Zhou Shihe looked at him together.

Li Heng felt a bit guilty, and immediately packed up his books, saying: "Go, go, go, I'll treat the two ladies to a big meal."

The three left the library, Li Heng stood on the steps and said: "The cafeteria is out of food at this hour, we can only go outside the school, or go home to cook, how do you choose?"

Mai Sui and Zhou Shihe looked at each other and said: "It's too late, it's not safe outside the school now, let's go home and cook, I bought a lot of vegetables."

Li Heng thought it made sense. For girls with the beauty of Zhou Shihe and Mai Sui, the later it is outside the school, the less safe it is. Usually, as soon as it gets dark, they basically don't go out. Unless there are many people.

Li Heng waved his hand, "Then let's go home."

This evening, he didn't cook, and didn't even enter the kitchen. He first took a bath, then went into the study to write a reply to Song Yu.

The reply was divided into three parts.

The first part was about the rehearsal in Jingcheng and informing her that the program was the sixth one.

The second part was about the sales of *Cultural Bitter Journey*, expressing full confidence in selling 2 million copies.

The third part, he said in the letter that due to the Spring Festival Gala, he couldn't go home for the New Year this year, and might not have time to visit her at Dongting Lake, using black and white to express his longing.

After writing, he checked it carefully, and seeing no omissions, found a registered letter envelope and stamp from the drawer, folded the letter paper into a heart shape, put it in, and finally sealed it with glue.

After doing all this, he walked around the kitchen door but didn't enter.

After taking a bath, he didn't want to enter such a greasy place, otherwise he would feel dirty and want to take another bath.

He shouted: "How much longer?"

Mai Sui couldn't answer this question because she was still learning to cook, and didn't know how long the cured fish would take to get out of the pot.

Zhou Shihe, who was in charge of the spoon, turned her head and told him gently: "One more dish, about ten minutes."

Li Heng said: "Then I'll go out for a stroll and come back later."

The two women nodded.

The fake Daoist returned, and Chen Siya was also there, bringing back a small pug, furry and quite lovable.

Li Heng asked: "Are you planning to raise a dog?"

"Hey, kid, what kind of question is that? It's easy to affect everyone's rest here, I'm just helping a friend watch it for two days," the fake Daoist said.

Chen Siya asked him, "Li Heng, you haven't practiced piano for half a month, if you have time, you should practice more, don't waste such good talent."

Li Heng promised with a full mouth: "Okay, haven't I been busy lately? Otherwise, I would have run to your place long ago."

Chen Siya knew he was rehearsing for the Spring Festival Gala and could understand very well, then smiled and urged:

"On the 10th day of the first lunar month, you and Mai Sui must remember to come. Old Fu and I said that we want you and Shuheng to perform a program at the wedding."

"Rest assured, such a big happy event for you, we will definitely come," Li Heng patted his chest and guaranteed.

The fake Daoist asked: "Professor Yu is Siya's bridesmaid, do you want to be my best man?"

Li Heng asked: "Is it a Chinese-style wedding, or Western-style?"

The fake Daoist said: "Chinese-style, but we also need a best man, are you coming or not?"

Since he said so, how could he not come? Li Heng said readily: "Old Fu, as long as you aren't afraid of this face stealing your limelight, count me in."

The fake Daoist looked at his face for a while, grinned and said: "Hey, what's the big deal? That's simple, I'll have the makeup artist make you look uglier, anyway, you can't steal my limelight that day."

Li Heng rolled his eyes.

While the three were chatting at the courtyard gate, Yu Shuheng walked over slowly from the alley entrance.

Chen Siya greeted: "Shuheng, coming back so late, that's rare."

Yu Shuheng looked at someone unconsciously and said with a smile: "Something happened at home, came back a bit late. It's so cold outside, why don't you go inside to chat?"

The fake Daoist pointed at Li Heng, "This kid hasn't eaten dinner yet, said he's going to eat later, and refuses to enter the house."

Li Heng's eyes widened: "Fart! You never invited me in, there's so much good food on the ground, and you didn't even say a polite word."

The fake Daoist said without blushing or panting: "Stop talking nonsense, these are for the wedding, they haven't been opened yet, if you want to eat, you have to worship the ancestors first, now I'll give you a fart to eat."

Seeing the two start fighting, Yu Shuheng and Chen Siya didn't stop them, but watched with relish on the side.

However, when it comes to bickering, how could a city person like Old Fu be Li Heng's opponent?

Who is the most numerous in the countryside?

Vicious-tongued women are the most numerous, and they can scold for a day without repeating.

Li Heng had been influenced by it for so many years since he was a child. Even if he didn't learn the essence, a little fur was enough to rub the fake Daoist on the ground.

This wasn't it, in less than 10 rounds, the fake Daoist was already red-faced and wanted to jump the wall, shouting: "Refined scum! Refined scum! You are a great writer anyway, but you scold people like a little shrew."

Chen Siya was confused and interjected: "Great writer, what great writer?"

The fake Daoist adjusted his glasses, "I forgot to tell you, *To Live* and *Cultural Bitter Journey* were written by this kid."

Hearing this, Chen Siya was stunned, even more confused, staring at Li Heng, looking left and right, and it took a long time for her to come back to her senses and ask Li Heng: "Are you really? What Old Fu said is true?"

Li Heng held his head high and chest out, laughing proudly: "That's right, look at what kind of person your man is, he doesn't know how to respect people at all, even the big leaders have to treat me with courtesy."

Chen Siya laughed, walked around him three times, "It's true that he doesn't know how to behave, how about I break off the engagement with Old Fu and marry you instead?"

Li Heng was overjoyed, but before he could be smug, Old Fu had already angrily pushed him out of the courtyard gate: "Get lost, you kid, stay away from here in the future, you aren't welcome here!"

Li Heng teased him, "Sister Chen, was what you just said true?"

"Get lost! If you stick your head out again, I'll break your legs," the fake Daoist picked up a stick and chased him out, hands on hips, laughing and scolding.

Yu Shuheng came out and said to him: "Come with me for a moment."

"Eh, okay."

Li Heng responded and followed her into the 25th building.

Seeing the two enter next door, Chen Siya, who was still in shock, asked in a low voice: "Is he really the writer 'December'?"

"This can't be fake, haven't you seen him stay in the study until very late every day? He's writing." Speaking of Li Heng's identity as a writer, the fake Daoist, who considered himself a proud son of heaven, was also convinced.

"How can he be so powerful at this age?" Chen Siya's face was full of disbelief.

The fake Daoist said: "He wouldn't be able to live in Lushan Village if he weren't powerful, and the principal wouldn't have forced through the opposition to give him the 26th building if he weren't powerful. And those old professors who fought for the room didn't make a fuss again after knowing the truth."

Seeing his fiancée standing still, the fake Daoist said: "The two people who came to his house last time were from *Harvest* magazine, one was the editor-in-chief, and one was an editor."

Chen Siya took a long time to digest this news, "No wonder...!"

"No wonder what?" The fake Daoist closed the courtyard gate and asked while moving things.

Chen Siya glanced sideways at the 25th building next door and lowered her voice further: "Aunt Shen Xin might have taken a fancy to him."

"Who? Taken a fancy to whom?" The fake Daoist's mouth was wide open.

Chen Siya said: "Who else? Of course, Li Heng."

This time it was the fake Daoist's turn to be shocked, and he said with great difficulty: "This kid can have such good luck? Let Aunt Shen take a fancy to him? For Professor Yu?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't say it anymore; he felt it was too fake and extremely absurd.

Unacceptable.

Chen Siya nodded: "You didn't see Aunt Shen Xin taking extra care of Li Heng a while ago, and she came to Lushan Village more often than before. I was puzzled at the time, what's going on? Now I finally figured it out."

At this time, the fake Daoist could fit a goose egg in his mouth: "What does Shuheng mean?"

Chen Siya shook her head: "I observe that Shuheng shouldn't have that idea, Aunt Shen probably misunderstood, and then just went with the flow, wanting to plot Li Heng as a son-in-law."

The fake Daoist got the taste, "You mean, because Professor Yu often went to Li Heng's house to spend the night because of sleep paralysis, she was misunderstood by Aunt Shen?"

Chen Siya guessed: "It should be so."

"Damn it! So I was entangled by a water ghost for several months and couldn't sleep at night, all to fulfill this kid?" The fake Daoist broke his defense and cursed, feeling that the way of heaven was extremely unfair to him.

Chen Siya corrected: "Don't call him 'kid' all the time, that identity of his, it doesn't sound good."

"What's wrong with that identity? You just said you wanted to marry him, I won't call him a bastard, ouch, Siya, be gentle, be gentle..." The fake Daoist cried out in pain.

Chen Siya pinched his waist hard, "Still, pay attention to the sense of proportion, it's not good to call him that outside."

The fake Daoist asked: "Then what is Li Heng and Professor Yu's reaction?"

Chen Siya said: "They should both be quite opposed."

"Opposed? I can understand Professor Yu being opposed, what is he opposed to?" The fake Daoist was puzzled.

Chen Siya pondered for a while and said: "Think about Xiao Han's appearance."

"That Xiao girl's features are indeed exquisite, she is a rare one where every part is perfect, but to say that her overall conditions cover Professor Yu, I don't see it," the fake Daoist evaluated objectively.

Chen Siya pondered for a long time and said: "This might have something to do with Li Heng's age. I think men under 28 probably like Xiao Han's type more. Like an old man like you, you are more addicted to Shuheng's elegance, intellect, and scholarly temperament."

The fake Daoist chewed on it and felt it made some sense, then sighed: "Sigh, this kid has good luck, he fell into a beauty nest. There isn't one in ten thousand women outside, but he has several around him."

Chen Siya smiled and said: "This might be the siphon effect. This kind of man attracts girls who are naturally top-notch."

The fake Daoist agreed with this.

Whether he admitted it or not, that kid couldn't pick any faults in any aspect.

If he had to pick faults, compared to Professor Yu, it should be that his family background was slightly worse.

25th building, second floor.

Yu Shuheng put her bag on the sofa and wanted to pour hot water, only to find that she hadn't been home for a few days and there was no hot water, so she put down the cup and asked:

"You are cooking at home, you haven't eaten dinner yet?"

Li Heng replied: "Just came back from the library not long ago, Teacher, do you want to go over and eat some later?"

"I ate before coming back."

As she spoke, Yu Shuheng took a tape measure out of her bag and beckoned him: "Come here, I'll measure your size."

"Measure size? Making clothes?" Li Heng asked.

Yu Shuheng said: "Yes, clothes for the Spring Festival Gala."

Hearing this, Li Heng walked over, opened his arms, and let Professor Yu measure his shoulder width, waist width, and leg length in detail.

Seeing her very professional appearance, he asked curiously: "Teacher, have you studied this?"

Yu Shuheng replied: "No, but I have more custom-made clothes, a hundred or eighty sets a year, I naturally learned it after seeing it so much."

Li Heng was surprised: "A year? A hundred or eighty sets?"

Yu Shuheng teased: "Little boy, is that a lot? I have 5 wardrobes in my villa."

Li Heng was speechless: "Didn't notice usually, really didn't see it, maybe it's related to you always liking to wear black."

Yu Shuheng said: "I also wear other colors, just usually not in school."

Li Heng asked: "To look more steady?"

Yu Shuheng said: "The teacher is too beautiful, if I wear other colored clothes, you won't listen to the lecture attentively."

Li Heng was stunned.

Seeing him like this, Yu Shuheng smiled elegantly, "What? Doubting the teacher's charm?"

Li Heng blinked.

Yu Shuheng straightened up and whispered in his ear: "Little brother, if the teacher really wanted to seduce you, you wouldn't be able to last three nights."

After speaking, she retreated a step expressionlessly and began to bend down to take notes, recording the data she had just measured.

Li Heng was speechless. The tone in his ear just now was as seductive as it could be, and retreating a step was cold as ice. It really is heaven and hell in a thought, damn it, don't switch too fast.

The data was recorded, and she rolled up the tape measure: "You go call Shihe over later, I'll measure her too."

"Oh, okay."

Li Heng turned and left.

Why stay if you don't leave? People have already made it clear that they are seeing guests off.

Returning home, the dishes were already done, and the two women were waiting for him.

Facing the two women's eyes, Li Heng entered the door and explained: "Just went to Professor Yu's house, measured clothes size..."

After explaining the matter, he finally said to Zhou Shihe: "After eating, you go over."

"Okay," Zhou Shihe responded.

While eating, it was a coincidence that Ye Ning and Sun Manning came together.

Li Heng hurriedly got up to get bowls and chopsticks, "You came just in time, eat some together."

"Wow! Really have a good appetite, hurry up and get the wine, this old lady isn't eating, I want to drink!" Sun Manning was in a very good mood, one foot on the chair, speaking with a heroic spirit.

"That's right, that's right, I want to drink three big bowls," the tall Ye Ning raised both hands, almost touching the light bulb.

Li Heng took a few bottles of beer from the kitchen, one bottle for each.

Seeing this, Zhou Shihe got up and said: "You eat first, I'll go stir-fry two more dishes."

Mai Sui said: "I'll help you."

*De-lie*, with this help, the four women were all bustling into the kitchen, leaving Li Heng alone at the dining table staring blankly.

Damn it, what is this? Pants are off, and you say the period is here, Li Heng muttered to himself, put two pieces of meat in his mouth, then drank a sip of wine, and threw another piece of meat in his mouth. Ma Weidu then did he put down his chopsticks and follow to the kitchen door.

"Mai Sui, I bought a train ticket for the 29th, a sleeper ticket, we'll leave the afternoon after the exam," Sun Manning said.

Li Heng was a bit worried: "So early, just the two of you?"

Sun Manning said: "There's also the vice-principal with us, my dad's 50th birthday is in a few days, he's going to my house to drink."

Li Heng said: "Flying is faster."

Sun Manning curled her lips: "Not necessarily, flying requires transferring several times, it's so far, so troublesome. We take the train directly to Shaoshi, it's very convenient."

Thinking about it this way, Li Heng felt it was quite good. Transferring from Changsha to Shaoshi, it's not necessarily safer on the road than on the train.

Li Heng asked Ye Ning: "Comrade Ye Ning, when are you leaving?"

Ye Ning said: "I'm also leaving on the 29th, the train is at 1:00 PM, the last exam in the morning is at 10:00, just in time to catch it."

Without realizing it, a semester had passed, and the few suddenly felt it was so fast, so fast that they hadn't come back to their senses, and they were about to separate.

After eating, the women accompanied Zhou Shihe to Professor Yu's house.

Li Heng didn't dare to rest, hid in the study alone to read, and reviewed his lessons.

His goal was very clear, the final grade must be in the upper-middle reaches of the class, and he couldn't be at the bottom. Otherwise, he would have no place to put his old face.

In the following days, Li Heng got up earlier than the chicken and slept later than the dog, in the library during the day, in the study at night, always working hard.

Thursday, around 8:40 AM, Chief Editor Liao arrived at Lushan Village as promised.

Li Heng opened the door and asked: "Uncle Liao, why so early?"

Chief Editor Liao said: "I was afraid you'd be in a hurry, so I came early."

Mai Sui poured a cup of hot tea for Chief Editor Liao at this time and asked with concern: "Chief Editor Liao, have you had breakfast?"

Chief Editor Liao took the tea and said with a smile: "I ate before coming."

Drinking a cup of hot tea, Li Heng didn't delay, carrying the two bags of candy he had bought in his spare time these two days, and set off.

Before leaving, he said to Mai Sui: "I might come back late, don't wait for me to eat."

"Okay," Mai Sui sent him to the door.

Chief Editor Liao looked at Mai Sui a few more times meaningfully, lit a cigarette, and walked in front.

Sitting in the van, when leaving Fudan, Li Heng asked: "Uncle Liao, where does Mr. Ba live?"

Chief Editor Liao drove and replied: "113 Wukang Road, Xu Hui, it's a bit far from your school. He has lived there since 1955, it's been some years."

Along the way, Li Heng asked some simple questions about Mr. Ba, so as not to be confused and commit taboos when he got there.

After 10 AM, the car stopped in front of 113 Wukang Road.

Li Heng followed Chief Editor Liao with the gifts and rang the doorbell.

This was a 3-story small foreign-style building, the courtyard was full of white magnolias, the street was very clean, and occasionally yellow leaves were blown to the ground by the wind.

Not long after, a middle-aged woman opened the door and poked her head out: "Brother Liao, you're here."

"According to the teacher's request, I brought Li Heng over to recognize the door."

Chief Editor Liao took the initiative to move aside, let Li Heng behind him out, and introduced: "This is Xiao Lin, Mr. Ba's daughter."

Li Heng opened his mouth and shouted: "Sister Xiao Lin."

Chief Editor Liao was stunned.

Li Xiaolin was also stunned for a second, then said happily: "Your mouth is really sweet, no wonder you can write masterpieces like *To Live* and *Cultural Bitter Journey*."

After praising him, she helped carry the gifts and said to the two: "Hurry in, my dad got up early today and has been waiting for you in the house."

Crossing the courtyard, the two followed her into the house.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the 3-story small building looked very foreign from the outside, but the furnishings inside were very simple. Besides the sofa and coffee table for sitting, there was almost no extra decoration in the living room.

However, there was a painting of a galloping horse on the wall. Without looking at the signature, Li Heng could identify at a glance that this was an authentic work by Xu Beihong.

Besides that, there was a pair of vertical vases in the corner of the room, with nothing planted in them, just decorations.

Just as he was looking up and admiring the galloping horse painting, an old man with half-white hair walked out of the study and asked him: "You also like Xu Beihong's paintings?"

Hearing the voice, Li Heng immediately turned around, and then respectfully shouted: "Teacher."

Truly respectful!

The attitude was as respectful as it could be, completely from the heart.

Living two lives, his smooth path in the literary world this life was all thanks to the guidance and help of the old man in front of him. Otherwise, just a royalty issue alone would have been enough for public opinion to spray him to death!

In his heart, this was his Bole (talent scout), so he naturally couldn't be negligent when meeting.

Although Mr. Ba was old, his spirit was very full. He looked him up and down, then nodded:

"Not bad, this appearance is even a few points better than what Xiao Liao described."

Li Heng was ashamed. We have been spiritual friends for a long time, and the first sentence is actually commenting on appearance?

Chief Editor Liao smiled and said: "Teacher, this good skin was personally certified by the great Qingyi."

Li Xiaolin poured tea for everyone and started joking: "Indeed not bad, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to charm that great Qingyi."

Li Heng: "..."

Mr. Ba saw his confused look and pointed to the sofa beside him, "Sit."

Li Heng sat down anyway.

Mr. Ba teased: "Known for a long time, finally met today, are you nervous?"

Meeting this kind of person for the first time, he had an indescribable emotion in his heart, a bit nervous, and a bit excited.

Li Heng shook his head and teased himself: "It's not nervous, but I didn't expect that the romantic affair didn't happen, but the romantic reputation has already spread."

This made the three laugh heartily.

He had thought of many scenes of meeting, but he never thought that he would be teased upon meeting. Then he couldn't blame him. In order to be elegant and follow the crowd, he had to follow the environment.

Li Xiaolin sat on the left and explained with a smile, "He likes Peking opera and Sichuan opera quite a bit. That Huang Qingyi is very famous in the Peking opera circle. We usually choose her repertoire when we go to the theater."

So that's it. Coupled with the relationship between Chief Editor Liao and Huang Zhaoyi, Li Heng used his brain a little, and instantly sorted out the context.

He guessed that Mr. Ba and this Sister Xiao Lin were probably fans of Huang Zhaoyi, otherwise they wouldn't have mentioned it upon first meeting.

Extending the topic of Peking opera, the four sat around and chatted for about 20 minutes. Mr. Ba asked: "How many days until your exams?"

Li Heng replied: "3 more days."

Mr. Ba checked the calendar, nodded, and said: "I called you over today, there's nothing special, just wanted to see you in person. Your *To Live* and *Cultural Bitter Journey* are written very well, very high level. I'm old, and I'm very comforted to see such an outstanding successor like you."

The old man didn't put on any airs, his language was very simple, speaking from the heart, saying whatever he thought.

This gave Li Heng a relatively good feeling, very comfortable.

Li Heng said modestly: "That's all luck, it couldn't be done without your help, Teacher."

He called him "Teacher" one after another, making Chief Editor Liao's eyes brighter and brighter, interjecting: "Teacher, I think Li Heng is not bad."

Some words are understood as soon as they are heard.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Ba didn't object, or perhaps the two were actually singing a duet, but looked at Li Heng fixedly.

What's going on?

Taking him as a disciple?

Although Chief Editor Liao had hinted at it before, he really didn't think in that direction.

Li Heng was a bit confused, feeling that heaven had dropped a huge gold cake on him. He immediately climbed up the pole and reached out to take the teacup in front of Mr. Ba, respectfully offering it, "Teacher, please drink tea!"

Mr. Ba looked at him with a smile, and it took a long time before he took the teacup: "I'm old, maybe I can't teach you anything, but I want to drink this cup of tea of yours."

One sentence, the meaning is clear: based on your talent, I can't teach you anything, but I especially value you, and I will help you as much as I can in my lifetime.

This is equivalent to the meaning of a protector.

Still afraid that he would be young and one day couldn't help but be proud and complacent, falling into the traps of some people outside.

Since ancient times, "literati belittling each other" isn't just talk; one stroke can kill people. Facing this rare seedling, Mr. Ba, who had experienced many storms, developed a love for talent.

Under the gaze of the three, Mr. Ba slowly drank three sips of tea.

This tea entrance represents Li Heng officially entering Mr. Ba's sect.

Li Xiaolin and Liao Hua looked at each other, and the gaze looking at Li Heng became different, much more intimate.

After chatting for a while, Li Xiaolin got up and said: "You three chat, I'll go cook."

People in the literary world know that being able to eat at Mr. Ba's house is a kind of recognition, a kind of honor.

But having said that, the old man recognized Li Heng as a disciple, so this meal was naturally a matter of course.

Mr. Ba asked with concern: "I heard you asked Xiao Zou to buy you a lot of books, do you have a new idea for your next novel?"

Li Heng didn't hide it, "I do have some thoughts, but it hasn't been finalized yet..."

At the moment, facing the curious eyes of the two, he briefly stated the outline of the story he was going to create.

Because the story was long, he talked for more than 10 minutes, and even drank two cups of tea in the middle.

Afraid he would interrupt, Chief Editor Liao, who was itching to hear, even personally refilled his tea.

Mr. Ba listened very carefully, listened in a trance, nodded from time to time, nodded in agreement from time to time, his eyes full of praise.

Chief Editor Liao could see that the teacher was very satisfied with this story and the meaning contained within it.

Of course, not only was Mr. Ba satisfied, but Chief Editor Liao's gaze at Li Heng changed again and again, and a thought couldn't help but emerge in his heart: What is a genius? This is a genius!

How long has it been? *To Live*, *Cultural Bitter Journey*, and now this story made him yearn, envious, and admire.

After a long while, Li Heng finished speaking and picked up the teacup to drink two sips.

Mr. Ba was still immersed in the aftertaste of the story and hadn't come back to his senses.

Chief Editor Liao looked at the teacher, then at Li Heng who was drinking tea and thirsty on his own, and didn't go to disturb him, staying on the side waiting quietly.

3 minutes later, Mr. Ba, whose mind was full of the story just now, raised his head and praised: "Good! Good! This story is not bad."

After speaking, the old man turned his head and urged: "When you write it, remember to bring it over for me to see."

"Eh, okay, I'll send it to your house personally then." Getting two "goods" and one "not bad," Li Heng was indescribably happy in his heart, as happy as he could be.

After all, this is Mr. Ba! An existence that could only be looked up to in textbooks before, but now it is reflected in real life, reflected in front of him.

This mood is hard to describe.

Around 1:20 PM, Li Xiaolin finished cooking and called the three to eat.

5 meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and one soup, especially rich, comparable to the New Year.

Li Xiaolin took out a bottle of Moutai and asked him kindly: "Xiao Heng, can you drink some?"

After entering the sect, the address changed, becoming Xiao Heng.

Li Heng said: "Can drink some."

"You rarely come once, so accompany him for a drink today."

Li Xiaolin gave him a glass of wine, then said to Liao Hua: "Chief Editor Liao, I won't worry about you, how much you can drink is your ability."

Chief Editor Liao smiled: "Can't drink too much, one glass, I have to drive him back later."

With wine to help the fun, talking and chatting, it was harmonious, and this meal was eaten for nearly an hour.

After the meal, the few drank tea for a while before dispersing.

Before leaving, Mr. Ba asked his daughter to take down the galloping horse painting on the wall and give it to Li Heng.

This thing was a bit hot, he didn't know whether to take it for a while?

Li Xiaolin smiled and said: "You take it, first meeting, where is the reason for the teacher to let the disciple return empty-handed?"

Hearing these words, Chief Editor Liao also echoed on the side: "Li Heng, this is the teacher's heart."

Li Heng looked at Mr. Ba, looked at Sister Xiao Lin, and looked at Chief Editor Liao, and finally said "Eh," and accepted the galloping horse painting.

Dazed, he didn't even know how he left the 3-story small foreign building. It wasn't until a long time later that Li Heng said: "Uncle Liao, this painting is too valuable."

Chief Editor Liao said: "Although Mr. Ba likes this painting very much, a precious horse is given to a hero, you are worthy of it, don't be humble."

Li Heng was speechless for a long time.

After the van drove away from Wukang Road, he said to Chief Editor Liao: "Uncle Liao, stop in front."

Chief Editor Liao was old and shrewd, and immediately understood: "You want to go to Shanghai Medical University?"

"Right, it's winter break soon, I have to go see my partner," Li Heng said.

Chief Editor Liao didn't stop, but turned left at the intersection in front and drove toward Shanghai Medical University, "I have nothing to do today anyway, I'll accompany you."

Seeing this, Li Heng, who was too lazy to transfer buses, didn't pretend: "Okay, sorry to trouble you, Uncle Liao."

Both in Xu Hui, the distance wasn't particularly far, and they arrived soon.

Parking the car at the school gate, Chief Editor Liao said to him: "I'll wait for you here."

Li Heng checked the time, it was already past 3 o'clock, thought for a moment, "Okay, I'll be back soon."

Entering the school gate, he touched the girls' dormitory building familiarly, poked his head and said to the dormitory manager in the window: "Auntie, help me call Xiao Han from 303."

The dormitory manager remembered him. This young man once hugged and kissed the most beautiful flower in the Medical University, which had become a public enemy, and the impression was quite deep.

The dormitory manager turned on the small loudspeaker and shouted:

"Xiao Han from 303, Xiao Han from 303, someone is looking for you downstairs! Someone is looking for you downstairs!"

Shouting twice, the dormitory manager turned off the small loudspeaker and looked at him, looking left and right, as meticulous as a bee collecting flowers.

Li Heng was almost dizzy from being looked at, and asked: "Auntie, is something wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just seeing if you have three heads and six arms? How did you abduct the flower of our school?" The dormitory manager said with a smile.

Li Heng said: "We are from the same place, we've known each other since childhood."

The dormitory manager asked: "Childhood sweethearts?"

Li Heng said yes.

The dormitory manager muttered, no wonder, no wonder.

Just as the two were chatting, Xiao Han, wearing a plaid blue coat, came down. She was holding a bag in her hand.

This girl passed him and didn't stop until she reached a place with no one, pursing her small dimples and looking at him.

Li Heng reached out and hugged her: "Wife, I missed you!"

Xiao Han smiled sweetly, cleared her throat, and asked crisply: "Mr. Li, do you know why I brought you here?"

Li Heng smacked his lips, lowered his head and kissed her corner of the mouth: "Convenient for me to do bad things."

Xiao Han's eyebrows curved, and she said pitifully: "Every time you come over, you have to show off your affection, I've almost become a rat crossing the street."

Li Heng laughed and kissed her cheek again, "Those who know me, wife!"

Seeing him not letting go, Xiao Han had to hug him too, sighing repeatedly and saying:

"Do you know, ever since I had an ambiguous relationship with you, I feel I'm not cool at all."

"Ah? Cool?" Li Heng said "ah."

Xiao Han raised her head slightly and asked: "Look at my face now, is there a feeling of heartbreak?"

Li Heng asked: "Why do you say that?"

"Is the word 'disgusting' written on it?" Xiao Han asked.

Li Heng shook his head, "Getting more and more beautiful."

Xiao Han smiled and said: "Really? Before, when you and so-and-so were hugging, I felt it was especially disgusting. I was thinking at the time, a gentleman's revenge is not too late in ten years, now I've also become the disgusting person I spoke of."

Li Heng laughed out loud, then calmed his face: "I only went to Jingcheng for rehearsal this time, I didn't see anyone."

Xiao Han stared at him without blinking, her eyes clear.

Li Heng lowered his head, his forehead against hers, "Do you need me to explain?"

"Can a python like you who wants to eat three elephants explain clearly?" Xiao Han whispered resentfully.

"Then I won't explain."

"Tell me about the rehearsal."

"Okay."

In the following time, Li Heng talked about the rehearsal, including which celebrities he met? The 6th program appearance, etc. He said everything in detail.

Xiao Han listened carefully the whole time, and finally asked: "I heard the winter in the north is cold, do you have a scarf and gloves?"

Li Heng nodded and said: "Prepared."

Xiao Han gave him a sly smile, took out a scarf that had been prepared long ago from her bag, and put it around his neck:

"Spring Festival Gala, I want to see it appear on your neck on TV. Can the man who calls himself Xiao Han's husband do it?"

Li Heng's heart jumped, but there was no hesitation on his face: "Is there a reward?"

"Reward? Yes!"

Xiao Han smiled like a fox, "But the secret cannot be leaked, you have to wait until you come back."

PS: Seeking subscriptions! Seeking monthly tickets!

10,100 words today. Also, about the follow-up update problem, I will continue to work hard to maintain this month's state, don't worry, strive to make the big guys feel comfortable watching.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 301 =====

"It's fine, Old Zhou is more broad-minded than you think, otherwise I wouldn't be dating him. Besides, I'm just looking, not eating."

Liu Yanyan curled her lips: "With Xiao Han there, it's basically impossible for the girls at our Fudan University to eat him, it's as hard as climbing to heaven."

Wei Xiaozhu basically agreed with this point of view.

As they walked, the two women saw Li Heng, Mai Sui, and Zhou Shihe. Liu Yanyan whispered: "Do you think there is really pure friendship between men and women in this world?"