This sudden sound drew all the listeners who were immersed in the story back, and looked at the old man who was short.

The old man paused and said with a smile, "If you want to know what is going on, let's listen to the next time."

An old man with silver hair sitting in front of him said unwillingly, "Old man Su, you are not authentic. How can someone tell the story halfway through it? This shows our appetite."

"That's it," the other old man beside him echoed, "You were done last time, but halfway through this time, didn't you want us to go back and sleepless?"

The people around followed the meal, and some of the younger children were also babbling.

In fact, these people have lived so many years, how can they really not know these classics?

It's just that some of the content has been forgotten because of time.

Coupled with the fact that there is no other thing that can pass the time in these last days, it is hard to find that Old Man Su, such an interesting and story-telling person, brings some fun to their boring life.

The old man Su, who was sitting behind the short table, picked up the iron kettle without any haste, poured half a cup of tea into the cup that lacked a hole, took a sip, and said, "A distinguished guest is here today, so the story will not be told. The old time I want to hear is still here tomorrow."

When the people around saw Old Man Su drinking water, they knew that he really didn't talk anymore.

Old man Su has a habit of telling books. As long as he talks, he will continue to talk. He will not drink half a sip of water on the way, but once he drinks water, it means that his story today is over. Words.

Following the people around them, the elderly got together in groups, chatting, or finding something interesting to pass the time.

The children are like monkeys, they fall down and scurry around, and when they fall, they get up and continue, laughing and joking without worry.

When the people were almost gone, Old Man Su was still sitting behind the dwarf, slowly drinking the little water in the cup, as if waiting for the distinguished guest in his mouth.

Xiang Jing stepped forward, stood still a meter away, and looked at Old Man Su and asked, "President Su is waiting for me?"

Old Man Su saw Xiang Jing and heard him call himself Principal Su, and was a little surprised. Then he smiled lightly and nodded, and pulled out a simple wooden stool from behind, "The seat is simple, bear with me."

Xiang Jing took the stool and sat face-to-face with Old Man Su, sitting cross-legged on the other end of the Dock.

Old Man Su took out a relatively well-preserved tea cup from a few short shots, wiped the non-existent dust on it, and poured a glass of water for Xiang Jing.

Xiang Jing took a sip, just ordinary pure water.

He just read the information of Old Man Su through the data analyzer. His full name is Su Mingyuan, the principal of Sichuan University in Sichuan Province, the top ten outstanding educators and writers of China, and he has won the Global Teacher Award, the Nobel Prize for educators. Of honor.

It can be said that he is the leading figure in the education circle of the literary circle of Yifang, very remarkable.

Xiang Jing looked at Su Mingyuan and asked, "President Su knows who I am?"

Su Mingyuan shook his head and said, "It should be the first time you and I have met, but you give me a special feeling. You should be considered a powerful figure in Kuicheng on this day."

In Su Mingyuan’s thoughts, Xiang Jing called him Principal Su, indicating that he should have known himself. Today, he made a special trip to look for him. Otherwise, why would Xiang Jing not go to such a big Tiankui city? Recognize yourself once you meet.

If he was told that Xiang Jing was just passing by himself, I wonder if Su Mingyuan would vomit blood.

I have to say that Su Mingyuan used to be worthy of being a high-ranking person for a long time, and all those he came into contact with were bigwig-level figures, and his vision was very vicious.

Xiang Jing did not admit or deny, and then said, "Principal Su's book speaks very well."

Su Mingyuan's face is a little bit self-satisfied. He used to learn storytelling from a few old artists for a while, but now he can use it.

But then he sighed and said, "No matter how good the book is, what use is it, after all, it's just a pastime, and it's useless in this world."

Xiang Jing took a sip of water, looked at him with a light smile, and said, "President Su, if you have anything to say, please say it straight."

Su Mingyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "I am sixty-eight this year, and I have done education for most of my life. Look at those children."

Xiang Jing followed the direction of his fingers and looked at the five or six-year-old children who were playing around.

"They should have received the education they deserve, but because they are in such a world, they can't go to school or learn to write, and they don't even know what the book looks like. I'm really sad."

Su Mingyuan looked sad. "What I am sad about is not just that these children can't get the education they deserve, but that I am so sad that the five thousand years of cultural heritage will be ruined in our hands.

Because we humans have knowledge, civilization, and cultural heritage, we can stay ahead of other ethnic groups. If these things disappear in the long river of history, then what is the difference between our descendants and barbaric humanoid animals. "

Su Mingyuan took out the washed white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the slightly moist corners of his eyes, and said, "I am alone and weak, and I can only talk about it, but I really hope that City Lord Tiankui will be able to watch This point, even a little bit is good."

Seeing the old man in front of him who had passed his sixtieth birthday and said these words in a tone that was almost eager, Xiang Jing was also very uncomfortable.

Today's world has changed the entire world. Strength is the respect, and powerful strength is everything. Cold weapons and technological machinery are the home of the world.

This is indeed true. The strong eating of the weak is the truth and the law that cannot be changed. This is a world where monsters cannibalize and people cannibalize.

However, if human beings want to survive in such a world, they must continue to grow stronger, so that they lose some of the most basic things that a person should possess.

Even in this environment full of lies and killings, there are still some people who insist on benevolence and morality, trying hard to keep the things left by these ancestors and pass them on to future generations.

Huaxia people are most concerned about inheritance, and it is precisely because of this that they can stand in the world for five thousand years.

If you lose these things, what is the difference from those in the West who drink blood.

Indeed, in such a world environment, benevolence, justice and morality, either die first or short-lived. Such a world is not suitable for such people to survive.

But Xiang Jing was thinking that the city was established to protect the human race from extinction, and to protect humanity is to hope that human civilization can continue to be passed on.

If civilization cannot be inherited, what use is there to build this city apart from resisting foreign enemies?

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