Yu You has been a professor of the honorary course "Exquisite Lectures on Chinese Literature" for five years. This is the first time today that he has been teaching his son.

Yu Zhile has been smart since he was a child and has a lot of books at home. He likes to read books. When he was a child, he often pestered his father to tell stories to him.

Later, as he grew up, he had his own ideas when reading books, and rarely listened to his father explaining to him.

As class time approaches, other students in the class come to the classroom one after another.

Yu You also arrived at the classroom five minutes in advance and took a simple glance. Eight of the students were all new faces.

"Hello, classmates, I am Yu You, and I am the lecturer of your famous works."

Yu You briefly introduced himself and his eyes also fell on his son. He sat with Xia Zhenyue, and their expressions were different.

Yu Zhile is more novel. His father teaches him, but he still finds it interesting. In the past, there were classmates in the junior high school class, and the teacher who taught was his mother. The classmate was serious and outrageous when he was in his mother's Chinese class. Maybe for that classmate, the whole junior high school was a nightmare.

Xia Zhenyue became much more well-behaved and thought Uncle Yu was so powerful. Just thinking about it would be clear that Yu You, who could serve as an honorary professor of Zhejiang University Zhuyuan, had naturally good academic achievements. Then she got along with his son...

Apart from the counselor, no one in the class knew that Yu You was Yu Zhile's father. When Yu You walked into the classroom, the other students in the class were quite surprised that the professor was young, after all, he was only in his forties.

The eyebrows and eyes look familiar, as if they have seen them somewhere. If Yu You took off his eyes, perhaps some classmates would be surprised and said, "He looks like the class monitor."

"I'll just call it a name and get to know everyone."

The first class of school is essential, and there are few people in the class, so it is impossible to skip classes.

The first place is Xia Zhenyue, and her admission score is the best in the class.

"Summer Pillow Moon."

"arrive."

Xia Zhenyue didn't know whether she should raise her hand or stand up, but after hesitating for a while, she stood up.

"Okay, please sit down."

Yu You nodded, and then she pressed down the chair and sat down again.

“…Yu Zhile.”

"arrive!"

Yu Zhile also stood up, smiling, and the father and son communicated with each other with their eyes, but they didn't know what they were saying.

"Okay, please sit down."

Yu You nodded, and Yu Zhile sat down again.

Xia Zhengyue on the side was smiling secretly.

Yu Zhile asked her: "What are you laughing at?"

She whispered: "It's nothing, it just feels quite interesting. It's the first time I heard my uncle call you your name."

"...I haven't heard him call my name for a long time."

Yu Zhile thought about it and only his mother would occasionally call the full name of father and son, "Yu You!" "Yu Zhile!" Whenever such a full name was called out, Lao Yu and Xiaoyu would feel trembling in their hearts.

As a professor, Yu You is indeed very amiable, and the students he has taught like him very much.

Studying on this campus, returning to this campus to teach, and now my son has also come to his class, Yu You can't help but sigh at the wonders of life.

"Our famous works give a detailed lecture on this course, based on text interpretation, focuses on the analysis of literary meaning, understand the influence of writer's experience and mentality on his works, take the point to lead the whole, and examine literature in the context of culture through literature, forming a text-literary-cultural curriculum framework..."

Yu You was introducing the course, so he basically didn't have to read the book.

The most attractive thing about Yu You’s lectures is his writer’s experiences and stories that extend beyond literary works.

For example, when he talked about Li Bai's poems, he mainly talked about Li Bai, saying that he was so romantic that he was too crazy and crazy, and he always believed that he had fairy spirit. From Li Bai's personal experience to his works, he analyzed it in this direction.

On the contrary, he skipped the specific "what does it mean and what it means" in Chinese reading comprehension in junior high school and high school, so that everyone can first know this person, and then think about their own feelings and understanding.

Gradually, everyone also discovered that the class was different from junior and senior high school. Professor Yu had his own lecture model, and the textbooks were more like for them to read extracurricularly.

From the literary modules of the pre-Qin, Han, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Tang and Song literary modules, Yuan, Ming and Qing literary modules, modern literary modules, etc., the famous masters are extended to them, and then tell everyone the stories of these famous masters, and finally return to the work itself.

Papers and homework also ask everyone to choose a writer they like as the research object.

How can students not like a storyteller?

There were cheerful laughters in class from time to time, and everyone listened very seriously.

There are many stories that Yu Zhile has heard from his father many times. When other children were young, they listened to Snow White and the seven dwarves. When he was a child, he listened to Li Bai, Du Fu and Su Dongpo all day long, so that his dream when he was a child was to become a poet.

It seems that these stories are easy to tell, but if you want to understand the whole story, only he knows how terrifying my father’s reading volume over the years. Academics are not nonsense, they all need to be based on their basis.

It is said that the object of his son worshipping his father when he was a child was his father. As he grew up, he would feel that his father was ordinary, but he would not. Until now, he also felt that his father was very awesome. At least in the field of literature, his father was still an existence he needed to look up to.

He wrote popular online novels, and his father has published his own works, including some poems, many articles, and several intensive reading reviews.

Xia Zhenyue also listened with relish and felt that for the first time there was such a big gap between teachers.

When she recalled the scene when she first met Uncle Yu, she thought Uncle Yu was very kind at that time. Who would have thought that this elder who was dressed in ordinary clothes and spoke kindly would be a literary giant and a top professor at the School of Literature of Zhejiang University?

And Aunt Shao, who is also very nice to her and speaks gently, will she be at the department level in the unit?

Inexplicably, Xia Zhenyue felt a little warm. She knew that compared to Yu Zhile's family, she could only be considered an ordinary yellow-haired girl, but the two elders had never put on any airs in front of her. This kind of respect and consideration is the most precious cultivation.

She is only eighteen years old in two days, but Xia Zhenyue feels that she will never meet such a good boy or such a good father-in-law in her life.

"The Annotations of the Book of Songs, "Complete Works of Li Taibai", "Du Shi Jingquan", "New Interpretation of the World's Talks", "Chronology of the Tang and Song Ci people", "Collected History of Middle Literature"..."

Yu You wrote a book on the blackboard, "We can read and study these independent learning materials after class, and we also have them in our library."

The other students were taking notes, and Xia Zhenyue also recorded all these books. Yu Zhile had brought a lot of them with him that day, and each one was available in his family.

"Then we will end today's class here. Students who have questions after class can contact me at any time."

"Thank you Professor Yu!"

Yu You packed up his own things and looked back at Yu Zhile and Xia Ziyue.

Yu Zhile held the phone and pointed at it.

Yu You walked out of the classroom, took out his cell phone and saw it. It turned out that he had sent a message: "Dad, come to your house for lunch and Xiaoyue cooks."

Yu You was strange in his heart. Looking at this news, why did he feel like his son got married and had a home?

Originally, if you wanted to go to the cafeteria to have dinner, Yu You had to go back to the office to rest for a while, and then go to their house to take a look later.

"Let's go, let's go buy vegetables."

"Uh-huh!"

After class, Xia Zhengyue was very happy to buy vegetables and cook with him.

"What kind of dishes are uncle who likes to eat?"

"My dad is not picky about food, he likes everything I like to eat."

"What kind of dishes do you like to eat?"

"I like to eat all the dishes you cook."

After asking around, it was just like not asking. Xia Zhengyue gave him a smile and gave him a blank look.

After leaving the classroom, the two went to the supermarket near the community to buy groceries.

"How about we make a roasted beef with potatoes, braised eggplant, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

"You are the chef, and you listen to you. My mother doesn't ask me what kind of dishes she cooks."

Yu Zhile sighed and said, "It turns out that my wife is kissing me." My mother also said that he was picky about food when he was a child. It was obvious that she could buy vegetables she liked, bitter melon, etc., and who would eat them for children?"

"I'll eat it." Xia Zhengyue said, "Isn't bitter gourd very delicious..."

"I used to wish I could eat fried chicken wings every day."

Yu Zhile said, thinking about it again and said, "But I also like to eat bitter melon now."

"Then we will suffer from bitter melon tomorrow~"

“…”

Yu Zhile can't buy vegetables. Even though he followed her to the market every day, Xia Zhenyue still taught him to pick vegetables, but he still didn't learn how to buy vegetables. After all, he was not interested in vegetables.

Following her, she was a tool for picking up vegetables, watching Xia Zhenyue skillfully selecting ingredients.

"Give it to me."

"It's okay, it's not heavy, I'll just take it."

"I don't hold anything in my hand, I'm not at ease."

Yu Zhile held the bags in his hand and thought he would buy vegetables, but after a while, he bought a few bottles of drinks and some miscellaneous things. He saw them and bought them as he became more and more like a home.

Xia Zhenyue's hands were empty, "Then I didn't hold anything in my hand, and I felt uneasy..."

"Will you just hold my arm?"

"whee……"

The girl came up and held his arm intimately.

When walking with each other, I felt the occasionally soft and amazing touch on my arms. Yu Zhile's heart trembled and felt the taste in silence.
To be continued...