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Chapter 466 Wenli is about to give birth

Ji Xianlin, a master of Chinese studies and a leading figure in the academic world, has a thorough knowledge of both Chinese and Western languages, and is proficient in dozens of languages, among which there are many remote languages ​​such as Greek and Arabic, and he is especially good at Tucharian.

Such a master of literary theory is the most well-known, but it is a diary full of foul language when he was studying in his early years.

In the diary, Ji Xianlin hates exams, hates going to class, and loves watching women's basketball team games the most. He doesn't like basketball, but he just goes to watch girls' thighs.

Whether I read it or not, I also commented in my diary: "The thighs of the girls on the women's basketball team are nothing to look at, they are too dark, and they left without watching."

Frivolous, but also magnanimous.

Han Qiao said that he has the same needs and hobbies in life as Ji Lao, he is really seeking truth from facts, without any bragging.

"Han Qiao, are you serious?" Ma Wen glanced. In the team, she and Han Qiao had the best relationship. During meetings, she would often sneak out to drink and brag.

Han Qiao's wine was very good, and when he was drunk, he fell into her arms to sleep.

She knew exactly what Han Qiao was like, and her eyes were suspicious: "Han Qiao, Mr. Ji is the most diligent, are you really like him?"

"Why did I lie to you? If you don't believe me, you can read Ji Lao's diary by yourself." Han Qiao said, touching Ma Wen on the shoulder: "Xiao Ma, how about it, I will take you to see Ji Lao in a while, please invite me three Ton of wine."

"Yes." Marvin thought for a while, and said seriously: "It's okay to drink, but not drunk."

"I'm not drunk from the first cup."

Ma Wen stared, Han Qiao straightened his back, his face was not red and his heart was beating: "Okay, I admit that I am bragging."

"You better be." Marvin rolled his eyes.

Neither Zhang Yimou nor Han Qiao dared to delay Ji Xianlin's invitation. Fame and fortune are one thing.

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

Han Qiao respected the old man for coming to the meeting regardless of his illness.

There are many unsatisfactory places in China, but there are also many hard bones. With the backbone, it supports a vast galaxy.

Olympic Building, 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 a few people, the leading doctor told them: "Director Zhang, Mr. Han, please hurry up as much as possible."

"Mr. Ji, this is it?"

"I caught a cold a few days ago, which caused a gastric ulcer." The doctor briefly explained 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 best about the creative aspect of the Olympic Games. It only takes 15 minutes. The time is tight and the task is heavy."

"no problem."

Han Qiao put away his hippie smile. Colds and stomach ulcers are minor ailments, but when placed on the 94-year-old man, his condition is serious.

Such a national treasure.

The loss of one is all Huaxia's loss. Several people were disinfected, and Han Qiao led the way and got into the ambulance.

In the ambulance, the layout is simple, a hospital bed, medical equipment, monotonous blue and white, filled with the smell of disinfectant.

In the pale tone, there is a touch of antique color, embellished with elegance and life.

Small bookcase.

There are three floors of bookcases, the books are arranged neatly, a book is unfolded, the paper is wrinkled, and the owner often reads it.

Hospital bed.

The old man was as thin as a stick, with a silver-white beard, leaning against the bed, he was energetic and refreshed, especially his eyes, which were cloudy and shrewd.

Han Qiao raised his head and looked at each other. For a moment, his body was startled, and he had the illusion of being seen through from head to toe.

His scalp was tingling.

next moment.

The gentle and jade-like old man cleared his throat and said gently, "Little friend Hanqiao is here. It's relatively simple and poorly entertained. Come in quickly."

Han Qiao wiped his forehead, layer upon layer of sweat, masters of Chinese studies, they are all human beings!
He even suspected that Ji Xianlin had seen through his identity as a time traveler. After thinking about it, this kind of speculation is too absurd.

Ji Xianlin has a high seniority.

Han Qiao bowed slightly, and said politely: "If the mountain is not high, there will be a name if there are immortals; if the water is not deep, there will be a spirit if there are dragons. Thanks to the love of Mr. Ji, I dare not say anything simple."

talking.

Han Qiao bowed in, with his back straight, and sat upright like a bell. Behind him, Zhang Yimou and Ma Wen sat down in turn. Lao Mouzi said respectfully, "Mr. Ji, good afternoon."

Ma Wen was not calm anymore, his excited lips were trembling, and his voice could not suppress his excitement: "Ji... Ji Lao, hello, my name is Ma Wen, and my job is painting."

Ji Lao smiled kindly and nodded, "Marvin, hello."

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

"Don't dare, dare not." Lao Mouzi sat upright, very cautious, and said in words: "Ji Lao, you are the cultural and art consultant for the opening ceremony, and the staff of the opening ceremony are all waiting to listen to your teachings."

Zhang Yimou was cautious, Ji Xianlin waved his hand, and said kindly: "Yimou, you are the chief director of the opening ceremony, and I am the cultural and art consultant. I must be a good consultant. Therefore, I have a few opinions. If you have time, speak up and discuss it with everyone.”

Tight.

Ji Xianlin pointed to the small bookcase behind the hospital bed, Han Qiao had sharp eyes, and took out his notebook.

"Han Xiaoyou, thank you." Ji Xianlin has a high status, but he does not rely on the old to sell the old. Show it to foreigners."

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

"I suggest that Confucius be "lifted out" at the opening ceremony, because he is a typical representative of Chinese traditional culture." Ji Lao said: "The world today is not peaceful, and you are fighting for each other everywhere, and China has always been a pursuit. A peaceful country, and the best embodiment of this culture is to invite Confucius, and the world will be united."

After talking so much in one breath, Mr. Ji coughed twice, and the medical staff around him rushed forward, wanting to soothe his breath. Mr. Ji waved his hand, gesturing not to use it, and continued: "The Olympic Games is a demonstration of the greatness of our country and our nation. image opportunity."

Confucius please come out!
This is a big matter, and Zhang Yimou felt guilty, and he had to take Elder Ji's opinion seriously.

Racking his brains, at this time, Zhang Yimou had a flash of inspiration: "Ji Lao, you don't know that the idea of ​​the Olympic Games was proposed by Han Qiao. The romantic and free Olympic opening ceremony he advocated, the Olympic Organizing Committee Highly rated."

"Fuck."

Han Qiao really didn't expect Zhang Yimou to be so black-bellied, this is, pushing him out as a shield!

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

His eyes turned to Han Qiao.

At his age, he has his own standards for judging people. With a glance, Ji Xianlin said kindly, "Han Xiaoyou, you proposed a romantic and free Olympic opening ceremony. It can be seen from this that you have a deep understanding of Chinese traditional culture." What do you think of what I said?"

In the ambulance, for a moment, several pairs of eyes turned to Han Qiao.

Han Qiao straightened his back and said calmly, "Mr. Ji, in the eyes of Westerners, the world is a world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong. They advocate the truth coming out of their fists, and the strongest is king..."

Ji Xianlin nodded.

in fact.

Answering is like writing a thesis. Han Qiao's problem solving is good, and he has a lot of interest.

Han Qiao said easily: "I don't agree with the law of the jungle. From the tradition of our Chinese culture, we don't talk about the law of the jungle. Zhang Zai, a thinker in the Song Dynasty, said: People, my compatriots, and things, I and I."

ambulance.

The little nurse, the doctor, and Ma Wenru listened to the scriptures, frowning, puzzled, and Zhang Yimou looked thoughtful.

only.

Ji Lao agreed, nodded, and said kindly and kindly: "Very good, keep talking."

"This sentence says that people are all my brothers, and things, including plants and animals, are all my partners. This is Huaxia's thinking."

Han Qiao observed with his eyes.

I'm not afraid that Ji Xianlin will disagree, there is no way, he said a lot, but in fact, they are all Ji Xianlin's own conclusions.

this wave.

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

In the ambulance, everyone frowned and thought about it for a while. What Han Qiao said was true. Traditional Chinese culture is like this.

Eyes admiring.

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

Not to mention anything else.

This calmness and courage far surpassed most people in the entertainment industry.

Zhang Yimou's expression was unbearable, and his shoes were itchy.

Ji Xianlin looked appreciatively, nodded: "Han Xiaoyou, you can have such a cognition, the essence of Chinese studies is not far away, continue..."

In the eyes of many people.

Chinese studies, perhaps countless words, countless books, in the eyes of masters of Chinese studies, Chinese studies, transformed into a kind of thought.

Not only national studies.

Any knowledge in the world, in the end, is a kind of thought, the so-called classics.

just.

Han Qiao may not understand the tools used to explain this kind of thinking, but his ideological cognition has touched the essence of Chinese learning.

"harmonious."

Han Qiao said so much, and extracted two words: "In the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, what we want to convey is harmony, not only harmony between people and nature, but also harmony between people and their hearts."

"Not bad, not bad." Ji Xianlin admired his eyes: "Han Xiaoyou, you are right, harmony is a great gift from the Chinese nation to the world, if the whole world can accept our concept of harmony, then our global village will be It can be much quieter."

After a pause, Ji Xianlin smiled and said, "Han Xiaoyou, with you as the deputy chief director of the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, I am very much looking forward to this opening ceremony, and I look forward to people from all over the world seeing the concept of Chinese culture we convey in this opening ceremony."

Talk so much.

Elder Ji was slightly exhausted, but he was satisfied: "Director Zhang, with Xiaoyou Han here, I am a bad old man, and I have no use for myself."

Han Qiao's words.

When it comes to his heart, harmony is the essence that he has condensed through studying Chinese studies all his life.

if only.

Han Qiao's presence, then, is equivalent to his presence. The spread of Chinese culture is never a person, but a belief and concept passed down from generation to generation.

"Old Ji..."

Zhang Yimou couldn't hold back anymore, no, I'll let Han Qiao be sloppy.

result.

Han Qiao took it directly?

He wanted to say something, Ji Xianlin shook his head, smiled and said: "Director Zhang, I have nothing more to say."

In the ambulance.

The little nurse, the doctor, stared wide-eyed, and could stuff an egg into his mouth.

Ma Wen looked at Han Qiao with burning eyes.

Several people left. Before leaving, Han Qiao had a cheeky face: "Mr. Ji, just now I took out the book and found a diary. I think it is going to be published. I want to ask Mr. Ji for favor."

"You said this?" Ji Xianlin had a good impression of Han Qiao. After taking the diary, he said kindly: "Han Xiaoyou, these are the absurd things when I was young. When I am old, I just want to give myself a thought. If you like it, today I'll give it to you."

"Master Ji, can I sign my name?"

"No problem." Ji Xianlin responded to every request, picked up a pen, signed his name with a steady wrist, and entrusted it to Han Qiao: "Han Xiaoyou, the Olympic Games is a big matter, and this matter must be done well!"

Ji Xianlin, born in 1911, can be said to have witnessed the most embarrassing, desolate, most difficult, and darkest era in China.

all of these.

How difficult it is, no one can empathize more deeply than him. The diary has become a bridge of communication between the old and the young, conveying the common wish of the two eras: "Han Xiaoyou, we must pass on harmony to people all over the world."

"Okay." Han Qiao said solemnly, "Mr. Ji, I will do my best to hold this opening ceremony well."

PARKING LOT.

Several people watched the ambulance go away, Han Qiao was so excited that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

The Olympics, the Olympics!
How many people look forward to you, he was meditating, and strength came from his shoulders.

Ma Wen looked curious: "Han Qiao, why are you so amazing? Let me see what's going on in your mind."

"What else can it be, protein." Han Qiao touched the diary, which was a private collection.

There is no one else.

Ji Xianlin wrote the diary with his own handwriting. Let's put it this way, if Han Qiao doesn't agree to publish it, Ji Xianlin's diary, which has been widely circulated, will be lost!
"Liar." Marvin rolled his eyes: "You said you read Ji Lao's diary, but I think you are making it up."

"Want to see it?" Han Qiao signaled.

"Of course." Marvin looked respectful: "Ji Lao's masterpiece, I must not miss it."

The two talk.

Zhang Yimou stubbed out the cigarette, he usually doesn't smoke, but today, it was too crazy, Zhang Yimou looked at Han Qiao for a while, and had to say: "Han Qiao, you really opened my eyes."

"The knife scratched the cow's butt?"

"What." Zhang Yimou didn't understand, thought for a while, and patted Han Qiao's shoulder: "It's true, the knife cut the cow's buttocks, and opened his eyes."

night.

Han Qiao kept his promise, and the celebration banquet must not be missed. A few cars pulled people to a high-end club in the DC area.

Ma Wen was reading the diary all the way, and finally finished reading it when he arrived at the guild hall.

He closed the book, thought for a while, and sighed: "Ji Lao is worthy of being a master of Chinese studies, with a true temperament and a true gentleman."

"What about me?" Han Qiao heard and asked, "I said that I have the same goals and hobbies in life as Mr. Ji, so I'm not bragging."

"You." Marvin recalled the contents of the book, and spat, "Han Qiao, you are a real rascal."

"Hooligan." Han Qiao shrugged: "20 years later, who dares to say that I am not an old artist?"

Marvin looked thoughtful, and nodded: "At that time, maybe, you are really temperamental!"

………………

Celebration banquet.

Han Qiao drank the most wine, there was no other way, the team's success this time, he contributed a lot!

It can be said.

He played a decisive role, but Han Qiao was in a slump, drunk and drowsy.

Confused, the phone vibrates, the Nokia phone is like a brick, the banquet is noisy, Han Qiao goes to the takeaway to answer the phone: "Hi, I'm Han Qiao."

On the phone, a voice came: "Brother Han, it's me, Lao Gu."

"Brother Gu!" Han Qiao woke up suddenly.Looking left and right, he said carefully, "Brother-in-law, what's the matter, what happened?"

"It's really something." On the phone, Lao Gu pleaded: "Brother Han, your sister-in-law called and said that she is probably going to give birth. Look at me, I am not in Yanjing. I don't care about other people's handling of this matter." Don't worry, I will feel at ease only if you go."

"Sister-in-law is going to give birth?"

Han Qiao reckoned, almost, in June 2004, he sowed the seeds by himself, and in April 6, the seeds broke through the ground, Han Qiao hesitated and said: "Brother-in-law, sister gave birth, what's the matter if you don't come back, I'll go." This doesn't work either."

"Brother Han, I, alas, I can't get away for a while, so I don't worry about you. I don't worry about others." Old Gu said, "Brother Han, you are the godfather of a child, you must help me with this matter." Help bro."

"All right." Han Qiao said nothing, "Brother Gu, then come back as soon as possible."

hang up the phone.

Han Qiao was worried about Jiang Wenli, so he bid farewell, apologized with a few glasses of wine, and took a taxi to Haidian Zhongxi.

in the alley.

In the deserted night, Han Qiao knocked on the door, and within a few minutes, the door opened.

A woman with a purple figure poked her head out, her eyes were charming and affectionate, just like those made of water, when she saw Han Qiao, she smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Han Qiao, you are here."

"Miss Xu."

Han Qiao nodded: "Sister Xu, please excuse me."

"Han Qiao, what you said is unreasonable." Xu Qing was wearing a purple cheongsam, with a curvaceous figure and a feminine style. Simply put, it was very smooth!
Close the door and say: "You and I are here to help, if you want to say thank you, you have to say it to Lao Gu."

"Sister." Han Qiao said the wrong thing, and made amends: "No, my godson is about to give birth, and I'm in a hurry."

Xu Qing was a little resentful: "You are a godfather, and you are more anxious than your own father. I think Lao Gu's temper has changed now. What kind of shit is more important than his wife giving birth."

"The doctor said it's only two days." Xu Qing said, "Go and see her, I'll go to the kitchen to boil some hot water."

"Row."

Xu Qing and Jiang Wenli are best friends, and they are close. Han Qiao walked into the bedroom without being polite.

Jiang Wenli was leaning against the head of the bed, peeling and eating oranges, her cheeks were round and smooth, and the gestures of a pregnant young woman were all the brilliance of motherhood. When she saw Han Qiao, Jiang Wenli's eyes were full of water, and her legs were tight together: "Come on."

"Yeah." Han Qiao walked over, looking at his belly and touching it with his hands: "It's all right."

"It's okay." Jiang Wenli licked her lips with her tongue and pinched the orange with her pale fingers: "Try this orange, it's so sweet."

"How sweet." Han Qiao smiled, lowered his head, and bit the orange. Immediately, he leveled up on A, and the juice of the orange splashed and flowed down the corner of his mouth. He greedily ate the orange meat. After a moment, he nodded: " It's sweet and smells like roses."

"The hot water is here."

Doorway.

Xu Qing's voice was heard, and the two separated like lightning. This topic came to an abrupt end.

Xu Qing held a basin of hot water in both hands, and the purple cheongsam was as smooth as satin, clinging to her body.

Seeing Jiang Wenji in his eyes, he was quite worried: "What's the matter, this is, your face is so red, is there something uncomfortable?"

"No."

"Han Qiao, why don't you go out?" Xu Qing turned around and ordered, "I'll wipe her body for fun."

"Okay." Han Qiao said, "I'll go order the meal. The ambulance will be late."

"Just look at the arrangement." Xu Qing didn't think too much, lowered his body, wiped it with a towel, and said, "You bastard, you are about to give birth, and you still have to pay so much tax..."

"how?"

"Seeing your good brother, I can't help it."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Wenli was ashamed, put her legs together, and asked in a strange way: "Sister Qing, what do you think of Han Qiao, you don't have a boyfriend yet, how about I introduce him to you."

"Share?" Xu Qing's cheeks dripped with sweat, and with a snap, he shouted, "Little Lang Hoof, I think someone wants to introduce me."

"Don't talk about me,"

"Speaking of you, how are you?"

"You." Xu Qing thought about it seriously, then shook his head: "I'm old, I'm old, this kind of handsome guy should be left to young girls."

(End of this chapter)