The Dazzling Princess in Modern Times
Chapter 512: Prof Xia Yang Lecture
In the middle of the class, a boy in glasses raised his hand.
“Say, what's the question?” Xia Wanyuan was not confused at all.
“I heard that Professor Xia's famous work is 'Central Pine Fishing Map'.”
As the students spoke, Xia Wanyuan displayed her painting on the big screen on the podium.
“Yes, that's this painting. The art itself is inseparable. Since Professor Xia is the teacher of our literary profession, I would like to ask. When you draw this painting, do you give this painting a deeper literary meaning? Or is this just a regular painting by you?”
This question is too big in space and is actually very difficult to answer. Everyone stared at the boy who asked the question. It was Shu Jin, a scholar from the literature faculty who was good at reading poetry.
If Xia Wanyuan casually found a literary story to support her painting intentions, she might not be able to ignore it.
Xia Wanyuan glanced at Shu Jin. In fact, if one had to talk about it seriously, he never thought too much. He just drew it casually.
However, Shu Jin did not ask this question for this answer.
Xia Wanyuan looked at the documents she had prepared and closed the computer.
“Sit first. Are other students also interested in my painting?” Xia Wanyuan stood on the stage with her usual composure.
Hearing everyone's agreeable reply, Xia Wanyuan smiled. “Alright, then let's not attend the lesson content I planned today. Let's use my painting as a guide to talk about the literary meaning hidden in Chinese landscape painting.”
Xia Wanyuan was very excited. He pointed at the fishing boat in the painting. “Fisherman's boat always carries the emotions of countless scholars in the ancient works of China.”
Xia Wanyuan took out a piece of chalk and turned off the projector, exposing the blackboard.
“For example, Jiang Feng slept in grief while fishing.” As Xia Wanyuan spoke, her hand quickly drew a moon night painting where a fishing boat was parked alone on the beach on the board. Her lonely and cold emotions were displayed in front of the students.
"A deserted milk with a bamboo hat, a quiet boat with a river, painting the boat while listening to the rain.”.
As Xia Wanyuan read some of them, she briefly explained some of the elegance hidden behind these poems.
Everyone listened with interest. 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 how to put paintings into literature and vice versa.”
Xia Wanyuan combined general knowledge with profound theories. Five thousand years of literary theory come and go in simple terms.
Xia Wanyuan had a powerful aura to begin with. He explained step by step, and the rhythm was different. The whole class was immersed in his explanation.
Even the people standing outside the window were very interested in him. The corridor was silent.
“That's him. If you ask about the meaning of literature, then there is a lot in this painting. I can dig a lot of stories behind every detail. But I have to be honest. When I paint, I don't think too much.”
Xia Wanyuan put down the chalk. The bell rang at that moment, and the class exploded with applause.
Xia Wanyuan put down her computer and walked out of the classroom, leaving behind a discussion.
“Yes God, Shu Jin, you must be convinced by someone in the literature department this time. This Professor Xia is too outstanding.”
“Indeed.” Shu Jin nodded.
Even the scholar Shu Jin, who was said to be the hardest to deal with in the literature department, was impressed by Xia Wanyuan, let alone the others.
After class, the debate about whether Xia Wanyuan is “Teacher Goddess of the Academy of Literature” or “Teacher Goddess of the Academy of Arts” exploded in the school forum.
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Xia Wanyuan held onto the computer and walked through the small garden on campus, slowly walking towards the office.
“Kakak Wanyuan.” Wei Zimu's voice suddenly came from behind.
Xia Wanyuan turned around with a stack of books. When he met those lively eyes, the corner of Wei Zimu's lips curved slightly.
Seeing Wei Zimu behind her, Xia Wanyuan subconsciously wanted to frown.
He didn't wear glasses today. Although his smile was still warm, the temperature around him had been lowered by that pair of cold eyes.
“What's the problem?” Xia Wanyuan guessed and did not have much patience for this person in front of her.
“It's okay. I just think that you teach very well and draw well, ” Wei Zimu replied gently.
“Thank you.” After Xia Wanyuan thanked him, he turned around and walked over to where many students were.
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“Halo, Brother, I came to listen to your Sister Wanyuan lecture today.”
As expected, a question came from the other end of the phone.
“Don't worry, I won't do anything to her for now. As long as you finish Continent F properly, I promise to let you back smoothly.”
After a while, the call was closed.
The person in the garden gradually left, leaving behind some messy flowers.
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Xia Wanyuan returned to his office, prepared his documents, and left Qing University.
As he walked out of Qing's door, he heard a loud cry. “Yes Gods! Why is my life so bitter?!”
Xia Wanyuan looked up and raised an eyebrow. It was truly a familiar face.
The old woman who had stopped him back then was initially frightened by Xia Wanyuan and was about to move away. Who would have thought the next day, suddenly there were many reporters running around looking for him?
These reporters recorded all sorts of things about him and his son begging and took lots of photos, attracting the attention of many people.
There was money from the reporters and a large number of spectators.
In this place, he received nearly two thousand dollars every day.
Now, he won't leave. He lived at Qing University every day and cried to passers-by about his suffering. Although everyone was upset these few days and the money they gave was not as much as before, it was still quite large.
Looking at Xia Wanyuan, the woman felt that a second chance to make money had arrived.
He hurriedly stood up and ran towards Xia Wanyuan. At that point, the driver was driving the car. Seeing this, he immediately ran out of the car and stopped in front of Xia Wanyuan.
“What do you want, old lady ?!”
“Girl, you can scold me as you please. You can even hit me. I beg you to give me some money. My son is sick and I don't have the money to treat him. Please!”
The woman kowtowed as she spoke, and her forehead bled.
Xia Wanyuan stood with the old lady in bright clothes, making her look even more miserable.
“Aiya, miss, just give him money. Look how pathetic he is.”
“Accurate once. So what if you give me some? Look how well you dress. You have no kindness at all. Are young people today like this?”
“You're too cruel. The one who scolded this old woman 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 prostrating pitifully, while Xia Wanyuan stood upright and did not look to move at all. They began to accuse Xia Wanyuan of not sympathizing..
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