Shortly after China Southern Flight CA1343 from Changsha to the capital took off, it ascended into the clouds several thousand meters above the ground. When looking down, the houses turned into small building blocks, and the river was as thin as a string.

Everything seems so small.

Chen Lin looked away from the window and flipped through the magazine casually. He set out for Beijing this time to invite He Jiong to join "Happy Camp".

He Jiong was born in Changsha. In 1994, when he was still a student, he participated in the CCTV college student graduation party and performed a skit "Penetration" that won praise. Then he got out of hand and performed "Female Surname" at the CCTV party for two consecutive years.

Hotline", "The Birth of an Advertising", "Going to the Countryside with Cuifang" and several other sketches, and won the Excellence Award in the Beijing TV Debate Competition in the same year. Guest-hosted multiple programs: a large-scale documentary "World War II Storm" for China Educational Television

"Served as a commentator; hosted Beijing People's Broadcasting Station's Traffic Channel weekend special program; hosted CCTV's children's program "Smart House"...

Obviously, this 23-year-old young man has accumulated a lot more than his peers. He Jiong had just graduated in 1997, and he chose to stay at the school to teach.

"I'm really looking forward to it. What should I say when I see Teacher He? Could it be that 'Teacher He, please sign your name for me'? Ha, it's interesting!" Chen Lin leaned his head on the chair and murmured to himself with a smile at the corner of his mouth. He slowly closed his mouth.

When I closed my eyes, the roar of airplane engines in my ears became pleasant.

Early morning, Beijing International Studies University.

The campus is full of green trees. Walking slowly and looking at the energetic students around him, Chen Lin feels as relaxed and happy as a bird in the woods.

"Classmate, please wait a moment. Is it Teacher He who is in class?"

"Yes, which class are you in? Are you here to take classes?" A girl with baby fat and a fleshy face raised her head and glanced at Chen Lin.

Chen Lin inquired in advance and found out that Mr. He served as a counselor in the school and also taught courses on Arab national conditions. Public courses like this are usually held in lecture theaters. There are usually several classes, and there are many foreign classes as observers.

There were still 10 minutes left before class started, when a boy wearing a white shirt, 165cm tall, looking very thin and with a baby face walked up to the podium.

Chen Lin's eyes lit up. He was He Jiong. He was just an ordinary person among the crowd. His body was thin and frail, but his eyes were particularly sharp. Teacher He was worthy of being called a thousand-year-old demon. His appearance now was different from that of more than 10 years later.

What a difference.

"Dingle bell!" the class bell rang, and the classroom became quiet.

Most of the students stopped what they were doing and looked at Teacher He. There were also a few male and female students sitting in the back who were still lowering their heads and whispering. Teacher He spotted these students with a quick glance.

"Zhang Peng, stand up and answer the question." Teacher He pointed at one of the boys wearing basketball uniforms who was whispering.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly what question you asked just now. Can you say it again?" The boy stood up and replied calmly.

"Ah! I haven't asked you yet?" Teacher He pretended to be confused.

"Ha ha."

"It's so funny."

There was a burst of laughter in the lecture theater, and Chen Lin also laughed. It was interesting. Teacher He, who is such a ghost, was so interesting even in class.

"Sit down. Don't skip the class in the future." Seeing the boy's embarrassed look, Teacher He asked him to sit down. Then he faced all the students and said, "Now we are starting class. First, let me ask you a question.

Does anyone know why Arab women wear veils?”

"I don't know." The students below all whispered to each other, and everyone shook their heads to express that they didn't know.

"Then do you want to know?" Teacher He asked.

"I think." Everyone said in unison.

"Most Arab women believe in Islam, and they are bound by the rules of Islam. The precepts of Islam believe that a woman's whole body is covered with shame. If a man sees it,

The face of a strange woman is considered unlucky. Therefore, a woman wearing a veil not only protects men, but also protects women."

Through the interaction with the students, Teacher He quickly aroused the students' interest. Everyone listened to the following class with great interest. At the end, Teacher He told everyone a short story that happened in Arabia.

“There is an Arab legend about two friends traveling in the desert.

At some point during the trip they had a falling out,

One even slapped the other.

The one who was beaten felt humiliated, said nothing, and wrote on the sand:

"My best friend slapped me today."

They continued walking until they reached fertile fields, where they decided to stop.

The one who was slapped almost drowned, but luckily he was saved by his friends.

After being rescued, he took a small sword and carved on the stone:

"My best friend saved my life today."

A curious friend asked:

Why did you write in the sand after I hit you?

And now what about engraving it on stone?

Another replied with a smile:

When hurt by a friend,

Write it in a place that is easy to forget,

The wind will take care of erasing it;

On the contrary, if you are helped,

We must engrave it deep in our hearts, where no wind can erase it."

"Friends often hurt you unintentionally, but their help is sincere. Forget those unintentional hurts; remember those who sincerely help you, and you will find that you have many sincere friends in this world..."

Teacher He stood on the podium and talked eloquently. Unconsciously, Chen Lin was fascinated, until the classroom burst into warm applause.

Noon, classroom lounge of School of Foreign Languages.

The fellow villager burst into tears when he saw the fellow villager. They are both fellow villagers and young people. The first meeting between Chen Lin and Teacher He was very pleasant.

"Teacher He, please sign your name for me. Your lectures are great!" Chen Lin actually took out a small notebook and asked He Jiong to sign it. He Jiong smiled and fulfilled his little wish.

"Teacher He, we had a great time meeting each other. It's almost noon, why don't we treat you to a casual meal?" Chen Lin said with a smile.

"Brother Lin, you're welcome. You're a guest from far away, so I'll treat you." He Jiong said with a smile.

"That won't work. I also listened to one of your classes, so I should be considered your student. Students should treat their teachers to dinner," Chen Lin joked.

"Haha. In that case, I won't refuse." He Jiong said with a smile.

Chen Lin followed Teacher He and left the lounge. The two of them walked on the road paved with gravels. As they walked, He Jiong introduced the scenery of the School of Foreign Languages ​​to Chen Lin. The scenery of the School was indeed beautiful and Chen Lin was full of praise.

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"There is a "Shangri Spicy" restaurant about 10 miles ahead at the intersection. The owner is an authentic Hunanese. The "chopped pepper fish head" is delicious. Brother Lin, why don't we go try it?" We were joking all the way.

He Jiong suggested as the two of them walked out of the college gate.

"Okay, Teacher He, let's wait here. I'll call a car to pick us up." After that, Chen Lin made a phone call to inform the driver, Lao Wang, to pick him up.

Soon the car arrived, and the two of them got in and went straight to the Shangri-La Hotel.

Chen Lin walked into the store and booked a private room. The two of them sat and drank tea for a while, and soon the food was served.

The dish "Chopped Fish Head with Peppers", also known as "Hongyun Dangtou" and "Good Start", combines the "freshness" of the fish head and the "spiciness" of the chopped peppers. It has a unique flavor. Look at the fiery red chopped fish head.

The pepper is covered with white and tender fish head meat. The fish head is glutinous and soft, fat but not greasy, and the entrance is tender and translucent, with a gentle and spicy taste! Come and have a taste." He Jiong pointed at the fish head with chopsticks in his hand.

Said the fish head with chopped pepper.

"Well, the fish head is very fresh and tender, especially the chopped pepper tastes very authentic. I didn't expect to be able to eat such authentic hometown dishes in other places. It's really rare." Chen Lin was full of praise.
Chapter completed!