Chapter 513

In the middle row of the classroom, a boy with glasses framed raised his hand,

"You said, what's the problem?" Xia Wanyuan didn't show the slightest panic,

"I heard that Professor Xia's most famous work is a painting of "Fish and Shepherd among the Pine","

As the student spoke, Xia Wanyuan showed her painting on the big screen of the podium.

"Yes, it is this one, literature and art themselves are not separated. Since Professor Xia is our literature teacher, I would like to ask, when you painted this painting, what kind of literature did you give to this painting? Deep meaning? Or is this just a random drawing you made?"

This question is too vast, and it is actually very difficult to answer. Everyone saw that the boy who asked the question is Shu Jin, a famous talent in the Department of Literature, who has read poetry and books.

If Xia Wanyuan found any literary allusions to support his painting, he would not be able to perfunctory him.

Xia Wanyuan glanced at Shu Jin. In fact, if she had to talk about it seriously, she really didn't think about it so much, she just painted it casually.

But when Shu Jin asked this question, he obviously didn't want this answer.

Xia Wanyuan looked at the already prepared courseware, and closed the computer directly.

"Sit down first, are the other classmates also interested in this painting of mine?" Xia Wanyuan stood on the stage with his usual calmness.

Hearing everyone's affirmative answer, Xia Wanyuan smiled, "Well, today we won't take the course that was originally announced. Let's take this painting of mine as a reference and talk about the literary meaning contained in Huaguo's landscape paintings."

Xia Wanyuan got up because of his enthusiasm, and pointed at the fishing boat on the painting, "The fishing boat has always carried the emotions of countless literati in the ancient works of China."

Xia Wanyuan took a chalk and turned off the projector to reveal the blackboard.

"For example, Jiang Feng's fishing fire is opposite to worrying sleep," Xia Wanyuan said, and quickly sketched on the blackboard a picture of a fishing boat docked alone on the shore in a moonlit night. in front of the students,

"Lonely boat minion, fishing alone in the cold river and snow, painting a boat and listening to the rain"

Xia Wanyuan read a few poems and briefly explained some of the elegant things behind these poems.

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

"Let's start with these eight ancient poems. Let's talk about the technique of putting the text into the painting and the painting into the text."

Xia Wanyuan combines popular understanding with advanced theories, and comes from five thousand years of literary theories at his fingertips.

Xia Wanyuan has a strong aura herself, she explained step by step, the cadence and tone were clear, and the whole classroom was immersed in her explanation.

Even the people standing and listening outside the window were deeply attracted by her, and the corridors were quiet.

"That's it, if you have to ask about the literary meaning, it is everywhere in this painting, and every detail can dig out countless allusions behind you, but I have to honestly say that when I painted at the time, I could I didn't think so much."

Xia Wanyuan put down the chalk, the bell for the end of get out of class just rang, and bursts of applause broke out in the classroom.

Xia Wanyuan put away the computer and walked out of the classroom, leaving a piece of discussion,

"Mom, Shu Jin, this time in the literature department, you must have someone you can admire. This professor Xia is too good."

"It's really powerful," Shu Jin nodded.

Shu Jin, the most difficult talent in the literature department, has convinced Xia Wanyuan, not to mention other people.

After class, the debate over whether Xia Wanyuan was the "Goddess Teacher of the Academy of Arts" or the "Goddess Teacher of the Art Academy" exploded on the school forum.

Xia Wanyuan took the computer, walked through the small garden on the campus, and walked slowly to the office.

"Sister Wan Yuan," Wei Zimu's voice suddenly came from behind,

Xia Wanyuan turned around holding a stack of books and touched those smart eyes. The corners of Wei Zimu's lips raised a slight arc.

Seeing Wei Zimu behind him, Xia Wanyuan subconsciously wanted to frown,

Today, he is not wearing glasses, even though his smile is still warm, but the temperature of the whole body is lowered by those cold eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Xia Wanyuan had a guess in her heart, and she was impatient with the person in front of her.

"It's alright, I just think your lectures are good and your paintings are good." Wei Zimu replied warmly.

"Thank you," Xia Wanyuan said, then turned around and walked to the place where there were many students.

The people in the garden kept watching Xia Wanyuan walk into the office before they lowered their eyes, and then made a phone call.

"Hey, brother, I'm here today to listen to your sister Wanyuan's lecture."

There was an unexpected question on the phone,

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to her for the time being. As long as you complete the affairs of Continent F well, I promise to let you come back smoothly."

After a while, the phone was hung up.

The people in the garden gradually left, leaving behind a few messy bouquets that were trampled.

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Xia Wanyuan returned to the office, prepared the courseware, and then left Qing University.

As soon as I walked out of the gate of the Qing Dynasty, I heard a loud cry, "My God! Why is my life so hard!"

Xia Wanyuan looked up and raised her eyebrows slightly, she was actually an acquaintance.

The old lady who stopped her at the beginning was frightened by Xia Wanyuan and was about to change her place, but the next day, many reporters suddenly came to her.

These reporters recorded various things about her begging with her children, and took countless photos, which attracted the attention of many people.

There is money given by reporters, as well as money sent by a large number of onlookers,

In this place, she can receive nearly 2,000 yuan of income every day,

Now she is reluctant to leave. She stays beside Qing University every day, crying to passers-by about her experience. Although everyone is tired these days, the money given is not as much as before, but it is still considerable.

Seeing Xia Wanyuan, the woman felt that she had another chance to make a second wave of wealth.

He quickly stood up and ran towards Xia Wanyuan. The driver happened to drive the car at this time, and immediately got out of the car and stopped in front of Xia Wanyuan.

"What do you want, old lady?!"

"Daughter girl, you can call me whatever you want. You can hit me. I beg you to give me some money. My son is sick and has no money to treat it. Please!"

The woman kowtowed as she spoke, and there was blood on her forehead.

Xia Wanyuan standing with the old lady in such a brightly dressed way, makes the old lady even more pitiful,

"Oh, girl, just give her some money, you see how pitiful she is,"

"That's right, what's the matter with you? You look so well dressed, but you don't have any kindness at all. Are all young people like this?"

"It's so cruel. You were the one who scold this old woman last time. How can you be so hard-hearted at such a young age?"

The people around saw that the old woman was kowtowing pitifully, while Xia Wanyuan was standing upright, without being touched in the slightest, and they all began to accuse Xia Wanyuan of lacking sympathy.

Today's fourth update~~There are still two chapters left, and it's more at night