Chapter 512: Chapter 513:

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In the middle of the cla.s.sroom, a boy with gla.s.ses raised his hand.

Tell me, whats the question? Xia Wanyuan was not fl.u.s.tered at all.

I heard that Professor Xias famous work is a Map of Central Pine Fisheries .

As the student spoke, Xia Wanyuan displayed her painting on the large screen on the podium.

Yes, its this painting. Literary art itself is not separated. Since Professor Xia is a teacher of our literary profession, I want to ask, when you drew this painting, did you give this painting any literary deeper meaning? Or is this just a casual painting by you?

This question was too big in s.p.a.ce and was actually very difficult to answer. Everyone looked at the boy who asked the question. It was Shu Jin, a scholar from the literature faculty who was well-read in poetry.

If Xia Wanyuan casually found a literary story to support her painting intent, she probably could not brush him off.

Xia Wanyuan glanced at Shu Jin. In fact, if one had to talk about it seriously, she had never thought so much. She had just casually drawn it.

However, Shu Jin did not ask this question for this answer.

Xia Wanyuan looked at the doc.u.ments that she had prepared and closed the computer.

Sit down first. Are the other students interested in my painting too? Xia Wanyuan stood on the stage with her usual composure.

Hearing everyones affirmative answer, Xia Wanyuan smiled. Alright, then lets not attend the lesson content I planned for today. Lets use this painting of mine as a guide to talk about the literary meaning hidden in the Chinese landscape painting.

Xia Wanyuan was excited. She pointed at the fis.h.i.+ng boat on the painting. The fis.h.i.+ng boat has always carried the emotions of countless scholars in Chinas ancient works.

Xia Wanyuan took a piece of chalk and switched off the projector, revealing the blackboard.

For example, Jiang Feng sleeps in sorrow while fis.h.i.+ng. As Xia Wanyuan spoke, her hand quickly drew a painting on the blackboard of a moon night where a fis.h.i.+ng boat was parked alone on the sh.o.r.e. Her lonely and cold emotions were displayed in front of the students.

A lonely boat with a bamboo hat, a lonely boat with a river, painting a boat while listening to the rain

As Xia Wanyuan read a few of them, she briefly explained some of the elegance hidden behind these poems.

Everyone listened with great interest. No one noticed that there were already seven or eight paintings on the blackboard.

Lets start with these eight ancient poems. Lets talk about the method to enter paintings in literature and vice versa.

Xia Wanyuan combined common knowledge with profound theories. The five thousand years of literature theory came and went in simple terms.

Xia Wanyuan had a strong aura to begin with. She explained step by step, and her cadence was distinct. The entire cla.s.sroom was immersed in her explanation.

Even the people standing outside the window were deeply attracted to her. The corridor was silent.

Thats it. If you have to ask about the meaning of literature, then theres many in this painting. I can dig up countless stories behind every detail. However, I have to be honest. When I was painting, I didnt think so much.

Xia Wanyuan put down her chalk. The bell rang at that moment, and the cla.s.sroom erupted with applause.

Xia Wanyuan put away her computer and walked out of the cla.s.sroom, leaving behind a discussion.

Oh my G.o.d, Shu Jin, you must be convinced by someone in the literature department this time. This Professor Xia is too amazing.

Indeed. Shu Jin nodded.

Even the scholar Shu Jin, who was said to be the most difficult to deal with in the literary department, was impressed by Xia Wanyuan, let alone others.

After cla.s.s, the debate about whether Xia Wanyuan was the G.o.ddess Teacher of the Literature Academy or G.o.ddess Teacher of the Arts Academy exploded on the school forum.

Xia Wanyuan held the computer and walked through the small garden on campus, slowly walking towards the office.

Sister Wanyuan. Wei Zimus voice suddenly came from behind.

Xia Wanyuan turned around with a stack of books. When she met those lively eyes, the corners of Wei Zimus lips curled up slightly.

Seeing Wei Zimu behind her, Xia Wanyuan subconsciously wanted to frown.

He was not wearing gla.s.ses today. Even though his smile was still warm, the temperature around him had been lowered by that pair of cold eyes.

Whats the matter? Xia Wanyuan had a guess and didnt have much patience for this person in front of her.

Its nothing. I just think that you taught very well and drew well, Wei Zimu replied gently.

Thank you. After Xia Wanyuan thanked him, she turned around and walked to where many students were.

The person in the courtyard watched Xia Wanyuan walk into the office before lowering his gaze. Then, he made a call.

h.e.l.lo, Brother, I came to listen to your Sister Wanyuans lecture today.

As expected, a question came from the other end of the line.

Dont worry, I wont do anything to her for the time being. As long as you complete Continent F properly, I promise to let you come back smoothly.

After a while, the call was hung up.

The person in the garden gradually left, leaving behind a few messy flowers.

Xia Wanyuan returned to her office, prepared her doc.u.ments, and left Qing University.

Just as she walked out of the Qing door, she heard a loud cry. Oh my G.o.d! Why is my life so bitter?!

Xia Wanyuan looked up and raised an eyebrow. It was actually a familiar face.

The old lady who had stopped her back then was originally frightened by Xia Wanyuan and was about to change places. Who would have thought that the next day, there would suddenly be many reporters running to look for her?

These reporters recorded all sorts of things about her and her child begging and took countless photos, attracting the attention of many people.

There was money from the reporters and a large number of onlookers.

In this place, she received almost two thousand dollars every day.

Now, she was unwilling to leave. She stayed by the Qing University every day and cried to pa.s.sers-by about her sufferings. Although everyone had been annoyed these few days and the money they gave was not as much as before, it was still quite considerable.

Seeing Xia Wanyuan, the woman felt that her second opportunity to make money had arrived.

She hurriedly stood up and ran towards Xia Wanyuan. At that moment, the chauffeur drove the car over. Seeing this, he immediately ran out of the car and stopped in front of Xia Wanyuan.

What do you want, old woman?!

Girl, you can scold me however you want. You can even hit me. I beg you to give me some money. My son is sick and I have no money to treat him. Please!

The woman kowtowed as she spoke, and her forehead was bleeding.

Xia Wanyuan stood with the old woman in bright clothes, making her look even more pitiful.

Aiya, lady, just give her some money. Look at how pitiful she is.

Thats right. So what if you give me some? Look at how well youre dressed. You dont have any kindness at all. Are young people like this nowadays?

Youre too cruel. The person who scolded this old lady the last time was you, right? Why is your heart so hard at such a young age?

The surrounding people saw that the old woman was kowtowing pitifully, while Xia Wanyuan stood straight and did not look moved at all.. They began to accuse Xia Wanyuan of not having any sympathy.