Princess is Glamorous in Modern Day

   Chapter 512

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

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

   "I heard that Professor Xia’s famous work is a "Matsuma Fishery and Animal Husbandry Picture","

  As the student said, Xia Wanyuan showed her picture on the big screen of the podium.

"Yes, it's this one. Literature and art are independent of their families. Since Professor Xia is a teacher of our literature major, then 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 what you just painted?"

  This question is too big to be answered. In fact, it’s difficult to answer. Everyone looked at the man who asked the question, Shu Jin, a well-known talent in the Department of Literature.

  If Xia Wanyuan casually finds a literary allusion to support his painting, he must be perfunctory.

  Xia Wanyuan took a look at Shu Jin. In fact, if she had to talk about it seriously, she had never thought about it so much. At that time, she just drew something casually.

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

  Xia Manyuan took a look at the courseware that was already prepared, and closed the computer directly,

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

   Hearing everyone’s affirmative answers, Xia Wanyuan smiled, “Well, today we won’t take the originally announced course. Let’s use my painting as a guide to talk about the literary meaning of Hua Guo's landscape paintings.”

  Xia Wanyuan was born because of the rise, and followed the painted fishing boat with her finger. “Fishing boats have always carried the emotions of countless literati in the ancient works of China.”

  Xia Bangyuan took a piece of chalk and turned off the projector to reveal the blackboard,

"For example, Jiang Feng Yuhuo is about melancholy," Xia Wanyuan said, and quickly sketched on the blackboard a picture of a fishing boat docked on the shore in a moonlit night, showing the lonely and cold emotions directly. In front of the students,

  "Lonely boat and Li Weng, fishing alone in the cold river and snow, painting the boat to listen to the rain and sleep"

  Xia Wanyuan read a few poems while briefly explaining some of the charm and elegance behind these poems.

  Everyone listened with gusto, no one noticed that there were already seven or eight pictures on the blackboard.

   "Starting from these eight ancient poems, let's talk about the technique of painting in the text, and the technique of painting in the painting."

  Xia Banyuan combines popular knowledge with advanced theories. Five thousand years of literary theories come from hand and explain profound theories in simple ways.

  Xia Wanyuan itself has a strong aura. She explains step by step, and her accented tones are distinct. The entire classroom is immersed in her explanation.

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

"That's it. If you have to ask about the literary meaning, then this painting is everywhere, every detail can unearth countless allusions behind you, but I have to be honest, when I was painting, I didn't think so much."

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

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

   "Mom, Shu Jin, this time you always have someone in the Department of Literature, right? Professor Xia is too good."

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

  Shu Jin, the genius who is known as the most difficult to deal with in the literature department, was convinced by Xia Wanyuan, let alone the others.

  After class was over, the debate about whether Xia Manyuan was the "Goddess Teacher of the Academy of Literature" or the "Goddess Teacher of the Art Academy" exploded in 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 hugged a stack of books and turned her head back, touching 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 did not wear glasses, even if his smile is still gentle, but the temperature of the whole body is lowered by those cold eyes.

   "Is there something?" Xia Wanyuan had a guess, and now he has no patience with the person in front of him.

   "It's okay, I just think you are very good in lectures and paintings." Wei Zimu replied Wensheng.

   "Thank you," Xia Wanyuan finished thanking him, then turned around and walked to a place where many students were there.

  The people in the garden kept watching Xia Wanyuan enter the office before lowering their gazes, and then dialed out a phone call.

   "Hey, brother, I'm here to listen to your Sister Ban Yuan's lecture today,"

  A question came unexpectedly over the phone,

   "Don't worry, I won't do anything to her for the time being. As long as you finish F State's affairs well, I promise to let you come back smoothly and profitably."

  After a while, the phone was hung up,

  The people in the garden gradually leave, leaving a few messy bouquets that have been trampled on.

  ——

  Xia Wanyuan returned to the office, prepared some courseware, and then left the National Tsing Hua University.

  As soon as she walked out of the gate of Qing Dynasty, she heard a shout, "My God! Why is my life so bitter!"

  Xia Wanyuan looked up, with slightly raised eyebrows, 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, suddenly many reporters came to look for her.

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

  There are money from reporters and a lot of money from onlookers,

  She can receive nearly two thousand yuan in income every day in this place,

  She didn’t want to go anymore. She stayed next to the National Tsing Hua University every day, crying to passers-by about her experience. Although everyone was tired these days, the money they gave was not as much as before, but it was still considerable.

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

   hurriedly stood up and ran towards Xia Wanyuan. The driver just drove the car over at this moment, and immediately ran out of the car and stopped in front of Xia Wanyuan.

   "What do you old lady want to do?!"

   "Girl doll, you can scold me as you like, you can hit me, I beg you to give me a little money, my son is sick and has no money to treat, please!"

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

  Xia Wanyuan stood with the old woman in such a glamorous dress, which further brought out the pitifulness of this old woman.

   "Oh, girl, just give her some money, you think she is so pitiful,"

   "That's right, what's wrong with you, you think you dress so well, but you don't have any kindness at all. Are young people like this?"

   "It's so cruel, the wicked person who scolded this old woman last time is you, so young, why is your heart so hard?"

  The people around saw the pitiful old woman kowtow, but Xia Wanyuan stood upright, without the slightest touch, and they all began to accuse Xia Wanyuan of lacking sympathy.

  　Today's fourth update~~ There are two chapters left, it will be more tonight

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