Zha Haisheng said angrily: "I am also a student of Yan University. I am a sophomore this year!"

Lin Chaoyang was a little surprised when he heard what he said, and looked at him in surprise, "I'm so sorry."

Seeing Lin Chaoyang's sincere apology, Zha Haisheng's mood improved again.

"I am your reader," he said.

"Oh." Lin Chaoyang nodded.

Lin Chaoyang's identity as a writer is not a secret at Yan University. Most students at Yan University are very self-conscious about their identity and rarely talk to him, but they do encounter him from time to time.

He said "Oh" and stopped talking, and the atmosphere became a bit awkward.

"I read your "The Death of Van Gogh" two days ago. This novel is very well written, better than many novels I have read..."

When Zha Haisheng praised "The Death of Van Gogh", his face showed a bit of excitement, and he started talking endlessly.

Lin Chaoyang stood there patiently and listened to him. It took a while before Zha Haisheng reacted, showing a shy look.

"Sorry, I get a little carried away when I talk about novels."

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said, "It's okay. From what you said, I probably read a lot of books, right?"

Zha Haisheng nodded. Since entering Yanda, his reading has greatly improved compared to when he was in high school.

However, after enrolling last year, his main focus was still on his professional works.

It was not until he watched "The Summer of Raiko" in April this year that his interest in Western literature, thought, and philosophical works was fully developed, and he focused his main reading energy on literature and philosophy.

"What books have you read?" Lin Chaoyang asked curiously.

"I read everything, Hegel, Freud, Maslow, Huntington, Thoreau... I read all their books."

Zha Haisheng mentioned a dozen names in one breath, as if showing off. Many of them were not only writers, but also philosophers.

In the past few years, foreign ideological classics and literary works have poured into the country like a tide. Many young literary people are like hungry and thin sheep, swarming to experience this surge of spring tide, and they are open to foreign ideas and works.

The young man in front of him... he could be considered a young man, he looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. Lin Chaoyang said kindly: "You should read less books like Hegel's."

"Why?"

Zha Haisheng thought that when he said these names, Lin Chaoyang would be impressed, but he didn't expect the other party to say such a sentence. He asked unconvinced.

Lin Chaoyang did not answer his question, but asked: "How old are you this year?"

Zha Haisheng felt a sense of contempt for his youth from Lin Chaoyang's words, and he felt very unhappy.

"16 years old." He replied stiffly.

"Sixteen years old..." Lin Chaoyang muttered, "At your age, it is too early to read those metaphysical books. Just read literary works, such as Victor Hugo, Alexandre Dumas and the like."

"I have finished reading Hugo and Alexandre Dumas a long time ago." Zha Haisheng rushed to say, with a bit of provocation in his eyes.

If you can go to college at the age of 16, your IQ must be much higher than that of ordinary people, and it is not unusual for you to read a lot of books.

Lin Chaoyang ignored Zha Haisheng's provocative look and praised: "It seems that he has read a lot."

His praise made Zha Haisheng, who was cheering, feel happy again, and said happily: "I also read poems by poets such as Yeats, Eliot, Baudelaire and Auden, and I also read the hazy poems that are popular recently.

A lot..."

Zha Haisheng behaved like a child who had scored 100 points in the exam and couldn't wait to show off to his parents. He talked for a while before reacting again, and finally said: "These books are just for casual reading."

Lin Chaoyang nodded slightly and said no more.

The 16-year-old college student in front of him was still childish. He came to him just to eat eggs and want to see the old hen. It was difficult for the two of them to find a topic of conversation. It was worthy of this enthusiastic reader to deal with it for a while.

"Eh?" A female voice suddenly came from the side.

Lin Chaoyang turned around and saw Tao Yumo looking at the two of them in surprise.

"Brother-in-law, Xiaocha, what are you talking about?"

As soon as Zha Haisheng saw Tao Yumo, all the muscles in his body tensed up, and the intelligence he had just felt suddenly disappeared.

"I...I just finished watching "The Death of Van Gogh" and wanted to share my feelings." Zha Haisheng stammered.

From the moment they entered school, everyone in the class knew that Tao Yumo was the daughter of a professor at Yanda, and her brother-in-law was the writer Xu Lingjun.

In Zha Haisheng's view, she was the kind of proud woman from heaven. Coupled with Tao Yumo's outstanding appearance, it gave him a sense of distance that he needed to look up to.

"That's right!" Tao Yumo nodded and asked him again: "Everyone in the class has almost left, when will you leave?"

Zha Haisheng replied: "Just these two days."

"Then I wish you a safe journey."

Lin Chaoyang asked Tao Yumo: "Why did you come to the library?"

"What else can we do? Let's read a book. Those two bastards Tao Xiwen and Tao Xiwu are having a quarrel at home, and we can't stay at home anymore."

Zha Haisheng saw Tao Yumo and Lin Chaoyang chatting and quietly left the library.

He went to the library today because he wanted to chat with his idol on a whim. After the conversation was over, it was time to leave.

"Is this kid your classmate?" Lin Chaoyang asked, looking at Zha Haisheng's back.

"Yes, we are the youngest."

When Zha Haisheng was chatting with him before, Lin Chaoyang didn't realize it until Tao Yumo called him.

The surname is Cha, 16 years old, short.

"What's his name?"

"Zha Haisheng, what's wrong?"

Sure enough it was him.

"Nothing. When we were chatting just now, your classmate said that he likes to read philosophical works. He is too young and his mind is not yet sound. Reading such books all the time is not a good thing."

Tao Yumo asked puzzledly: "Philosophy books are very nutritious. My classmates around me are also reading them."

Lin Chaoyang shook his head, "What is nutritious and what is not nutritious? Beef is nutritious, but can you give it to unweaned children?"

His metaphor suddenly awakened Tao Yumo, her expression was thoughtful.

"Chinese people say that young people don't read Water Margin, and old people don't read Three Kingdoms. Reading can reveal one's true nature, but it can also influence people's minds.

Once you put all your energy on those illusory things at your age, it is easy to get stuck in them and go astray."

Tao Yumo wanted to admit that what her brother-in-law said was right, but she felt uncomfortable listening to Lin Chaoyang's tone.

He is obviously not a few years older than me, but he still pretends to be an old man.

"Brother-in-law, why are you acting like an old man?"

"This is what I call my feelings."

Lin Chaoyang sighed. The people he interacted with the most throughout the day were Yan university students. Although many students were older than him, in terms of social maturity, they were far inferior to those of the same age group in later generations.

"You must love concrete people, not abstract people. Love life, not the meaning of life." He said lightly.

Tao Yumo on the side immediately felt confused after hearing this. My brother-in-law is truly worthy of being a writer. He said such profound words casually.

"Brother-in-law, what you said is so good!"

Lin Chaoyang glanced at her speechlessly, "You should read some books! Is this what I said? This is what Dostoyevsky said."

Hearing his ridicule, Tao Yumo suddenly felt his face getting hot, and said coquettishly: "I'm not a Chinese major, how could I know this is gay and that is gay?"

In fact, Tao Yumo is not uneducated. How can there be any college student these days who is not a literary young man?

It's just that in comparison, her reading volume is not that high.

The two chatted casually for a few words, Tao Yumo went to the study room to read, and Lin Chaoyang continued working.

When it was almost time to get off work, Hong Zicheng came to the library to find Lin Chaoyang.

"Chaoyang, come home and sit down after get off work?"

"Is something wrong?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

Hong Zicheng said: "It's nothing. Xie Mian and I happened to read your new novel in the past two days and wanted to discuss it with you."

"Okay, I'll go to your house after get off work."

After get off work, Lin Chaoyang went to the Tongzi Building where the lecturers of Yan University lived, just next to Building 32, the student dormitory.

Turn left after entering the building and go through the dim corridor. There is a dormitory in the middle to the south, which is Hong Zicheng's home.

It was just in time for dinner, and the public kitchen in the corridor was filled with the smoke of fireworks, and the aroma of food was wafting throughout the building.

Hong Zicheng's home is a single room, with an area of ​​only fifteen or six square meters.

When Lin Chaoyang came, Xie Mian was already here.

In addition to Xie Mian, several students from the Chinese Department of Class 77 are also here, namely Chen Jiangong, Liu Zhida and Huang Ziping.

Two of the three of them are from Yanjing, and the other one has to work-study during the winter vacation.

For students at Yanda, visiting teachers' homes is a normal thing.

Especially the dormitory of the Chinese Department is in Building 32, less than 100 meters away from the Tongzi Building where the lecturers live.
To be continued...