As the saying goes, “It doesn’t make it cold when it snows.”

The first heavy snow in winter brought beautiful scenery to the garden-like Beijing University of Beijing, but after the snow was cleared and piled up next to the road, the snow in the forest changed little by little when the weather was clear and clear, which made the temperature on campus lower.

When the cold wind blows, the snow particles on the snow are rolled up, and they are like yarn and fog, and the originally clean road surface will be covered with a layer of crystal clearness.

However, the cold cannot stop the enthusiasm of youth.

Youth can be seen everywhere on the campus of Peking University. They may laugh and laugh together, or walk alone in silence. Compared with the warm weather, the gap is that when the weather is cold, there are no scholars sitting on benches in the forest or on the bluestones by the lake.

This morning, the Triangle area was much more lively than before.

Because I don’t know who posted a few more literary newspapers in the triangle area, and directly criticized Yang Jingbin and Wen Shuo by name. Their writing was fierce, and they seemed to be quite familiar with the archaeological work of the Han tombs in western Anhui, and stated many of the details.

This incident has always been in the undercurrent, and sometimes there are newspapers posted, but it is somewhat obscure. After all, Teacher Yang Jingbin still has an unshakable status and fame in the minds of his classmates. Today, he is almost like a drum in front of him, and accusing him of his degenerate character, moral corruption, and accepting bribes from Wen Shuo. In such an important national archaeological project, using public service to private use to facilitate Wen Shuo's business and gaining reputation for Wen Shuo...

Wen Shuo was scolded as a ignorant and blindly pursued the bad business. He was rude and erratic. He colluded with managers in the commercial district of Nanjie to engage in business monopoly, and used computer Internet to corrode the moral ideals and campus life of contemporary students!

What is particularly hateful is that the once stingy and stingy poor boy, after he made a lot of wealth by any means, acted unscrupulously, domineeringly and arrogantly, trampling on school rules and regulations, ignoring fairness and justice, and abandoning the spirit of the Peking University and the spirit in his eyes and heart, which was as if he was angry with both man and gods.

At the end of the newspaper, the author, whose signature was "Short Blade", called on all the faculty and staff of the school to gather at the Academy of Archaeology and Arts and Arts from 10 o'clock this morning, and asked Wu Qingui, the president of the Academy of Archaeology and Arts and Arts and Arts, as well as the school leaders, and teacher Yang Jingbin, to come forward to explain to everyone in public...

Although this article of literary guarantee is detailed and fierce, the final appeal made most teachers and students feel disgusted, sympathized with sneer, or gloated with sarcasm and sneer. If there was no final appeal, everyone could still be psychologically supportive, and perhaps someone would be filled with righteous indignation, writing two echoed articles with a pen as a sword, thus causing a larger impact and then attracting the attention of the school.

But Wenbao finally called on everyone to go to the Academy of Archaeology and Arts and Arts, and asked the dean, school leader, and Yang Jingbin to explain, which was too direct, too naive, and too unsophisticated.

A high-level newspaper does not need such a pure appeal, right?

I recall that last year, Teacher Yang Jingbin used a pen as a knife and two papers as a sharp sword. His momentum was to open the sky, shocking the campus of Beijing University, rolling up the tide, overturning the sky...

At that time, were there any words in the newspaper calling on everyone to echo each other?

No!

unnecessary!

All the talents in Beijing are the ones, and all the ones in Beijing are the ones in the clear stream...

Why do anyone need to teach how to do it?

Everyone has their own concerns!

Therefore, the author, whose pen name is "Short Blade", wrote this article, not to mention that his literary talent cannot be compared with Yang Jingbin, just this last appeal has fallen into a poor state of mind, which is annoying and makes people feel his shameful mentality of seeking fame and reputation.

But even so, at around 10 o'clock in the morning, many students continued to go to the Archaeology and Arts College.

Most of the students who went there first had the mentality of watching the fun.

Almost everyone neglected the important point, that is, when students gather outside the gate of the Archaeology and Arts Academy, more students will gather out of watching the fun, or just thinking about appearing there, at least with a momentum supportive attitude, and without realizing it, the crowd will gather more and more.

Fortunately, because almost no one has the idea of ​​making noise, it is relatively calm.

Inside the college office building.

Wu Qingui looked at the more and more students outside through the window, showing a hint of worry on his face, and then he couldn't help but laugh and cry. He lit a cigarette and said slowly: "Your student seems to be some cunning ideas, but in fact, he is extremely cunning."

"You said last year that he is a hero." Yang Jingbin smiled bitterly.

"Treacherous hero!" Wu Qingui snorted softly.

Yang Jingbin thought to himself that this hat of traitor and evil could not be put on Wen Shuo's head anyway - because Wen Shuo is indeed a good child.

"How do you think about the level of this article he wrote?" Wu Qingui asked with a smile.

"It's okay." Yang Jingbin looked embarrassed. Although President Wu did not look back at him, he knew that Dean Wu's question actually meant something, and he wanted him to use Wen Shuo's literary guarantee, compared with the two documents he wrote last year.

Wu Qingui sighed and said with a little emotion: "If he hadn't known in advance, he wrote this deliberately, you and I should have been disdainful of the level of this newspaper, just like most people. But you and I know that he wrote it with a purpose, and you see that more and more students outside are still calm, rather than making noise... It is enough to show that Wen Shuo's purpose of writing this newspaper has been achieved."

Yang Jingbin was stunned, and he felt a little chilling on his back.

"It's quite terrible, isn't it?" Wu Qingui said with a grim expression: "When it comes to literary talent and magnificent momentum, his literary newspaper is far from the newspaper you wrote last year and is incomparable. However, you have all achieved your goal of writing newspapers. When you wrote two newspapers, you were magnificent, thundering on the ground, and the power to stir up the turbulence of the world. All teachers and students were inspired by your literary newspapers, and their blood was boiling; while Wen Shuo wrote from the details, silently controlling the hearts of people to a certain limit, and then carefully pulled the rope to complete such a work... From the perspective of judging people's hearts, especially the hearts of everyone and the control of the situation, you are not as good as him, and it is very different! This guy doesn't care about infamy, but only pays attention to the results."

Yang Jingbin's expression was bitter and entangled.

According to Wen Shuo's plan and arrangement, Shi Zhixue and his family should come soon. Moreover, Wen Shuo judged that Shi Zhixue and his family would not only receive thank-you letters, but also have very vulgar and inappropriate things like pennants, and they would be presented in public.

If the scenario that Wen Shuo speculated really happened, well, based on the current situation, this guy almost made a mistake...

Yang Jingbin was a little confused about how to deal with himself.

He was not as thick-skinned as Wen Shuo, nor was he as calm as Wu Qingui and the school leaders who were used to enjoying praise in public. But now that things have come to this, he can only accept it with a bit of an hour - all of this is for his own good.

Look at the time, it is already half past ten.

Wu Qingui, who was still a little nervous in his heart, frowned. He found that more and more students were starting to walk from the college gate to the college. In the college, there were also students from the college who began to clamor and say something. The crowd was like a pile of dry firewood, splashed with gasoline.

A little bit of Mars will explode suddenly.

Once it explodes, it will be difficult to extinguish it, and even if it is extinguished, it will cause considerable losses.

Reputation loss is the most important.

Because humans themselves are the wisest, most selfish, and self-centered creatures, and students in universities like Peking University are all groups with a high average IQ and are bound to be conceited. Therefore, no matter how wonderful the group incident is, they cannot convince them. It is just because of their personal intelligence and a compromise after weighing them from all aspects. They are probably not really convinced.

So all kinds of criticism will last for a long time.

But this is the situation the school is most reluctant to encounter and see.

Wu Qingui's eyes showed a hint of expectation and anxiety. Looking into the distance, he saw an ordinary black sedan slowly coming.

His heart was just hanging, let go of it.

Because there were too many students watching the fun gathered outside the college gate, and there were 66 students who continued to walk inside, the car could only stop outside the door.

Shi Zhixue and his wife, daughter, and parents got out of the car.

Both parents and wife were carrying very tacky gift boxes, while Shi Zhixue held his daughter with one hand and in the other hand, holding a rolled red banner. Seeing the students gathered inside and outside the college, and then hearing the students' discussions, Shi Zhixue immediately realized something. He opened the banner without hesitation, and then when he walked towards the college first, he said loudly: "Dear students, please give one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let one, let us send a letter of thanks to Teacher Yang Jingbin and Wen Shuo from the Department of Archaeology!”

Thank you letter?

Give it to Yang Jingbin and Wen Shuo?!

Inside and outside the college gate, there was a silence. All the students looked at the five people in the group and the family of five in surprise!

The red pennant, with yellow words embroidered on it, is very clear.

Be kind and kind, benevolent, be resurrected, benevolent, benevolent... These words and words shake everyone's eyes and hit everyone's heart.

What's going on?

How can Teacher Yang Jingbin and Wen Shuo be able to recover their lives with great skills?!

They are archaeological, not curing diseases!

The smart Shi Zhixue, after being clichéd but down-to-earth, was the most imaginative play that made people imagine, did not stop and explain to the crowd, because that would appear artificial and have the opposite effect.

He took his family and walked into the office building under the guidance of a teacher who had been waiting for him.
Chapter completed!