Grandma Cheng Yanqiu kept smiling. She asked Yu Dong: "Young man, I heard that you are a writer?"
"Grandma, I teach at Jinyi and I usually write something."
"Teaching is good." Lu Yun said, stroking her hands: "In our family, we all teach. Although your aunt is in the theater now, she also taught for a period of time before. Which school did you graduate from?"
"Yenjing Normal University."
"Oh, I also studied in Yenching University. Your grandfather and I teach at Yenching University, and we happened to go back to our hometown this time. But we teach mathematics, and we usually pay less attention to literature. Your uncle also graduated from the Chinese Department
, I used to be able to write something when I was young, but then I suddenly stopped writing.”
When he mentioned that his son graduated from the Chinese Department, the old man snorted softly.
When Yu Dong heard this hum, he immediately thought of an ethical drama in his mind. The only son of a family of mathematicians fell in love with literature and was unwilling to inherit the mantle. From then on, father and son turned against each other... It seems that it has not reached that point yet.
, but the old man probably has some objections to his son studying in the Chinese Department.
Now here comes the question. Isn’t this old man tired of living in a house because he also graduated from the Chinese Department?
At this time, Cheng Liye said: "I was writing blindly at that time... By the way, Yu Dong, I heard that you are now teaching writing in the newly opened drama department?"
"Yes, I have been teaching the Theater Creation major for a year since it was opened last year."
"Actually, if you want to teach literature, you can also consider the School of Liberal Arts in our school. Our Principal Qu admires you very much, and even mentioned to your Principal Wu that you should teach in our school, but Principal Wu did not agree."
"Wu Changxin's picky devil, can you dig people up?" Chen Yuqing came over with the washed fruits in the basin, smiled and said to Dong: "You are less than, don't listen to your uncle, Jin Yi is very good
, Jin Yi’s reputation has become even bigger in the past two years.”
"That's not because they were lucky. Several writers came here. Su Tong was the first, and Yu Dong and Bi Feiyu were the last. Bi Feiyu has published many works in more than a year. I think Jin Yi's
This time I have to get a lot of light."
Speaking of this matter, Cheng Liye was also a little jealous. They didn't take it seriously before, but now it seems that there are really many benefits to the school producing one or two well-known writers.
Take Jinyi's newly opened theater program, for example. It was originally an art major, but now many students treat it as a serious literature major.
People in the industry don't think highly of writers when they evaluate teachers, because people in the industry know that good writing does not mean that you can teach well. But others don't know that the name of a writer can add a lot of impression points to ordinary people.
Furthermore, the writers produced by Jinyi are not ordinary writers, they are all professionals, serious top students who graduated from the Chinese Department.
Needless to say, Su Tong and Yu Dong both graduated from the Chinese Department of Yan Normal University, and I heard that Yu Dong was very good in his professional courses, so he almost stayed in school.
As for Bi Feiyu, he graduated from Yangzhou Normal University. Although he was not as good as Yan Normal University, Cheng Liye knew that when Bi Feiyu went to school, the Chinese Department of Yangzhou Normal University was very strong in all aspects, and it was the time when their department was most glorious.
In terms of professionalism, let alone Jin Yi, there would be no problem for them to become lecturers at Jinling University.
That's why Cheng Liye said that Jinyi's luck is really good, and three such talents have emerged in a few years.
In fact, it is not entirely luck. Among them, Bi Feiyu should be regarded as Wu Changxin's wise eye. When Bi Feiyu was invited to come over, Bi Feiyu was not very famous, and it was just over a year ago that he suddenly broke out.
"I think you are just jealous." Chen Yuqing teased her husband, and then asked Yu Dong: "Are you still used to living here in Jinling? The food in Shanghai is usually much lighter than that here."
Yu Dong smiled and replied: "It's not very light. I feel it's almost the same as Jinling. Maybe I lived in Yanjing for a few years before and my taste is mixed, so there is no problem with eating here in Jinling. Speaking of which,
I would also like to thank my aunt for taking care of her before. Her cooking is absolutely unparalleled and is even more delicious than the chef at Jinling Hotel. Bi Feiyu even said that I gained weight after I was sick."
"That said, I can't compare to other chefs." Chen Yuqing squinted her eyes and smiled.
"Chefs cook in a hotel-style way. If you really want to say the food is more delicious, it's home-cooked food. Now that the economy is open, going out to restaurants is popular, and it's actually just for fresh food. In the future, when there are more restaurants, everyone will know how to cook home-cooked food.
The food is ready. And now that the pace of life is getting faster and faster, it is not easy to have a table full of meals at home."
"That's right."
Chen Yuqing looked at Yu Dong with a smile. She had not thought that Yu Dong was quite sweet. She didn't say a few words when they met last time. Maybe she had a stereotype about writers. Chen Yuqing had always thought that Yu Dong should be dull.
. She was still thinking that her daughter was not good at dealing with people. If the two stupid young men got together, life would be difficult in the future.
Now that Yu Dong is like this, this worry can be dispelled.
The old lady had the same idea as Chen Yuqing. The young man was clean-looking, spoke calmly and calmly, and what he said was very pleasant to the ears.
After chatting for a while, Chen Yuqing took Cheng Yanqiu to the kitchen to cook, while Yu Dong chatted with several other elders.
The old man finally spoke: "Do you want to smoke or not?"
Yu Dong didn't expect that the first thing the old man said was to ask himself whether he smoked. He waved his hand and said, "I don't smoke."
"drink wine?"
"Drink occasionally."
"How much can you drink?"
"Two or three ounces of liquor."
"Ever drunk?"
"That's not true."
"Since there is no such thing, how do you know that you can only drink two to three taels?"
…
It was really difficult for Yu Dong to answer this question. When the old lady saw this, she smiled and said, "You have to be drunk? Why do you, an old man, care so much about other people's children's drinking habits?"
The old man raised his voice and said, "Am I asking about your drinking capacity? I'm asking about your emotional capacity. Drinking is like being a human being. At the wine table, you either don't hold the cup. When you hold the cup, you need to know where your drinking capacity is. Only when you know your own
Only by drinking enough can you have a basis for advance and retreat."
Yu Dong nodded: "The old man is right, I have learned a lesson."
The old lady teased: "It's all nonsense. He likes drinking, so he wants to associate drinking with being a human being."
"You are prejudiced."
Cheng Liye also said, "Yes, Mom, you are so prejudiced."
"Heh, when it comes to drinking, you two have a united front, right?"
Chapter completed!