Chapter 466 Wen Li is about to give birth

Author: Baishang Prawn Rice

Chapter 466 Wen Li is about to give birth

Ji Xianlin is a master of Chinese studies and a master of academic circles. He is well-versed in Chinese and Western languages ​​and is proficient in dozens of languages. Among them, there are many remote languages ​​such as Greek and Arabic. He is especially good at Tocharism, and his works include "Ji Xianlin's Collection of Essays".

Such a literary theory master is most well-known, but he was a swearing diary when he was studying in his early years.

In the diary, Ji Xianlin hates exams and classes, and loves watching women's basketball team games the most. He either likes basketball or goes to see girls' thighs.

Whether I read it or not, I also commented in my diary: "The girls in the women's basketball team have nothing good to look at. They are all too dark and they left before they finish watching it."

Frivolous, but also open-minded.

Han Qiao said that he had the same life needs and hobbies as Mr. Ji, and he was really realistic and had no bragging elements.

"Han Qiao, are you real or not?" Ma Wen glanced at the team. She had the best relationship with Han Qiao. During the meeting, she often sneaked out to drink and brag.

Hanqiao's wine tasted very well. When he got drunk, he fell into her arms and went to sleep.

What a hell is Han Qiao? She knew it clearly and looked suspicious: "Han Qiao, Old Ji is the most diligent, are you really the same as him?"

"What am I lying to you? If you don't believe me, go and read Mr. Ji's diary by yourself." Han Qiao said, touching Ma Wen with his shoulder: "Xiaoma, how about it? I'll take you to see Mr. Ji later. Please invite me three drinks."

"Yes." Ma Wen thought for a moment and said seriously: "It's okay to drink, you can't get drunk."

"I'm not drunk before the cup."

Ma Wen stared at her eyes, Han Qiao straightened her back, her face did not blush and her heart did not beat: "Okay, I admit that I brag."

"You'd better be." Marvin rolled his eyes.

Ji Xianlin invited each other, but Zhang Yimou and Han Qiao dared not delay, fame and fortune are the same.

Ji Xianlin is 94 years old this year. In his later years, his health is worrying and he is often hospitalized.

Han Qiao felt a little respect for the old man who could come to participate in the meeting regardless of his illness.

There are many unsatisfactory aspects in China, but there are also many hard bones. They use their backbones to support a vast galaxy.

In the Olympic Building, the parking lot, several people arrived in front of an ambulance.

Several doctors in white coats were waiting in front of the car door. When they saw several people, the doctor in charge instructed him: "Director Zhang, Mr. Han, please try to be faster."

"Old Ji, is this?"

"I caught a cold a few days ago, causing gastric ulcers." The doctor briefly mentioned the condition, and finally said seriously: "It's only 15 minutes."

"Okay." Zhang Yimou nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Han Qiao, Mr. Ji is responsible for the cultural creativity of the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games. You know the most about the creative aspects of Olympic Games. There are only 15 minutes, the time is tight and the task is heavy."

"no problem."

Han Qiao put away his hippie smile. Colds and stomach ulcers were all minor illnesses, but the 94-year-old man was in a serious condition.

Such a national treasure.

The loss of one is all about China's losses. Several people disinfected it, Han Qiao led the way and got into the ambulance.

The ambulance is decorated in a simple manner, with a hospital bed, medical equipment, monotonous blue and white, and the smell of disinfectant.

In the pale tones, a touch of antique color is decorated with elegant and lifelike.

Small bookcase.

The bookcase has three floors, the books are arranged neatly, and a book is unfolded, and the book paper is folded, so the owner often reads it.

On the hospital bed.

The old man is as thin as a thorny man, with a silver beard, and has a strong spirit and a refreshing spirit. Especially his eyes, which are turbid and have a shrewd worldly style.

Han Qiao looked up and looked at each other. For a moment, his body was stunned, and he felt an illusion that he was seen through from head to toe.

His scalp was numb.

The next moment.

The gentle old man cleared his throat and said gently: "My friend Han Qiao is here. It's relatively simple and has poor hospitality. Come in quickly."

Han Qiao wiped his forehead and sweated layer by layer. The masters of Chinese studies are all human spirits!

He even suspected that Ji Xianlin saw through his identity as a time traveler and thought about it. This speculation was too absurd.

Ji Xianlin has a high seniority.

Han Qiao bowed slightly and said politely: "The mountain is not high, but the immortals are famous; the water is not deep; the dragon is spiritual; thanks to Mr. Ji's love, he dare not say it is simple."

Said.

Han Qiao bent in, straightened his back and sat upright like a bell. Behind him, Zhang Yimou and Ma Wen sat down one by one, and Lao Mouzi said respectfully: "Good afternoon, Mr. Ji."

Ma Wen was not calm, his mouth was trembling with excitement, and his voice could not suppress his excitement: "Hello Ji... Mr. Ji, my name is Ma Wen, my job is painting."

Mr. Ji smiled kindly and kindly, nodded and greeted: "Hello, Ma Wen."

"Mr. Zhang, there is no tea here, please forgive me."

"I dare not, I dare not." Lao Taozi sat upright and was very reserved, saying in his words: "Old Ji, you are the cultural and artistic consultant of the opening ceremony, and the staff at the opening ceremony are all waiting to listen to your teachings."

Zhang Yimou was reserved, Ji Xianlin waved his hand and said kindly: "Yimou, you are the director of the opening ceremony, I am the cultural and artistic consultant, I must be a good consultant, so I have a few opinions, and I want to use the time I still have, to say it out and discuss it with you."

Time is tight.

Ji Xianlin pointed to the small bookcase behind the hospital bed, Han Qiao took out the notebook.

"My friend Han, thank you." Ji Xianlin has a high status, but he does not rely on his seniority, is very well-educated, and speaks without any haste. "Director Zhang, 5,000 years of China, the century-old Olympics, here, as the host of the Olympics, China should fully display the beautiful side of Chinese culture to foreigners."

Zhang Yimou said: "Mr. Ji, do you have any good suggestions?"

"I suggest "carrying out" Confucius at the opening ceremony because he is a typical representative of Chinese traditional culture." Ji Lao said: "The world is not peaceful today, and there are competitions everywhere. China has always been a country that pursues peace, and the best way to reflect this culture is to invite Confucius to be united in the world."

After saying so many words in one breath, Mr. Ji coughed twice. The medical staff around him rushed forward and wanted to relieve his anger. Mr. Ji waved his hand and signaled not to use it. He continued: "The Olympics is an opportunity to show the great image of our country and the great nation."

Confucius, please come out!

This is a big deal, and Zhang Yimou feels weak, so Mr. Ji’s opinions must be taken seriously.

She racked her brains, and at this moment, Zhang Yimou's mind flashed with inspiration: "Old Ji, you don't know that the creativity of the Olympic Games was proposed by Han Qiao. The romance he advocated and the free opening ceremony of the Olympic Games was highly praised by the Olympic Organizing Committee."

"Damn."

Han Qiao really didn't expect that Zhang Yimou was so sarcastic. He pushed him out as a shield!

Mr. Ji smiled casually, how could he not know Zhang Yimou's plan?

His eyes turned to Han Qiao.

When he was at his age, he had his own standards to see people. At a glance, Ji Xianlin said kindly and kindly: "Mr. Han, the romantic and free opening ceremony of the Olympic Games you proposed. From this we can see that you have a deep understanding of the traditional Chinese culture. What do you think I said?"

In the ambulance, a few pairs of eyes turned to Hanqiao in one go.

Han Qiao straightened his waist and back and said calmly: "Old Ji, in the eyes of Westerners, the world is a prey of the weak and the strong. They advocate the truth in their fists, and those with great strength are kings..."

Ji Xianlin nodded.

actually.

The answer is just like writing a paper. Han Qiao's problem solving is good, and he is very interested.

Han Qiao said casually: "I do not agree with the prey of the weak. From the tradition of our Chinese culture, we do not talk about the prey of the weak. Zhang Zai, a thinker of the Song Dynasty, said: People, my compatriots, things, I am with them."

ambulance.

The little nurse, doctor, Ma Wenru listened to the heavenly book, frowned and confused, and Zhang Yimou looked thoughtful.

Only.

Mr. Ji agreed, nodded, and said kindly and kindly: "It's very good, keep talking."

"In this sentence, people are my brothers and brothers, things, including plants and animals, are my partners. This is the thought of China."

Han Qiao's eyes observed.

I am not afraid that Ji Xianlin will not agree with it, so there is no way. He said a lot, but in fact, it was all Ji Xianlin's own summary.

This wave.

He said, use your thoughts to make you agree with me, Han Qiao finished explaining.

In the ambulance, everyone's brows were soothing. After thinking about it, Han Qiao was right. This is what Chinese traditional culture is like.

Eyes admiration.

Han Qiao can talk freely in front of Ji Xianlin, a master of Chinese studies, without showing any timidity.

No other mentions.

This calmness and courage are far beyond that of most people in the entertainment industry.

Zhang Yimou's face was unbearable and he was itchy when he passed through his shoes.

Ji Xianlin admired his eyes and nodded: "Mr. Han, if you have such a cognition, the essence of Chinese studies is not far away, continue..."

In the eyes of many people.
To be continued...