Seeing that the matter had come to an end for the time being, Feng Junzi breathed a sigh of relief and looked around and asked Professor Song: "Why didn't you see your sister-in-law? She is not at home?"

"Your sister-in-law has gone abroad and participated in an academic exchange activity and will not be back next month," Professor Song smiled. "My ears are much quieter now, so I can take advantage of this time to read a good book."

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as reading a book? I finally got single, doesn't Professor Song have many things to do?" Feng Junzi stood up with a malicious smile, looked at the books on Professor Song's bookshelf, took out a book "Yuwei Caotang Notes" and asked Professor Song: "Do you also like these gods, ghosts and foxes?"

Professor Song also stood up and pulled out a book from the bookshelf and said to Feng Junzi: "How can "Caotang Notes" be considered a god, ghost and fox? "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is a classic work."

Feng Junzi deliberately teased Professor Song: "I can't see what Ji Xiaolan is not as good as Pu Songling, but why is his status evaluation in mainland academic history so much different? Is it divided by you scholars who study Marxism-Leninism according to the theory of class composition? Scholars of the landlord class should not be promoted?"

Professor Song said helplessly: "It may be that there are factors in this regard, but "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is indeed a classic work. In the international literary world of the same era, only Boccaccio's "December" can be compared with it."

Feng Junzi: "I didn't expect that you have such a high opinion of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". Maybe the mainstream academic community doesn't think so."

"Fuck the mainstream", Professor Song also said a swear word, "I am not only talking about "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", but also referring to the entire Chinese studies. Chinese studies are profound and profound, but now there are so many people blindly pretending to be foreigners. I do not oppose studying Western studies, but at least I have to learn my own things well before I can have a say. Nowadays, students always say that the West is so, but I have never even read "The Analects of Confucius" and are the entire cultural foreign slave!"

Feng Junzi agreed with Professor Song and knew why Professor Song said this. Speaking of cultural foreign slaves, Song Zhaonan himself was also doing the same thing, just muttering in his heart. Of course, he didn't want to reveal other people's scars, so he had to shift the topic to gods, ghosts and foxes.

"I don't have as much research on Chinese studies as you do, but just talk about ghost culture. China is much more complete than the West. I won't talk about it from "Shan Hai Jing". Even this book "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is also a grand view. You can see the worldly feelings of the world from gods, immortals, ghosts and foxes. Its artistic nature is definitely not comparable to Western ghost culture legends."

These words seemed to be right in Professor Song's appetite. Professor Song replied: "Yes, look at the legends of ghosts in the West, either vampires or zombies, and a witch and black cat, the pursuit of is nothing more than the most superficial description of terrifying psychological and simple sensory stimulation. The depth of thought is too far apart."

Feng Junzi was entangled with him and said with a smile: "Which gods and ghosts in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" are you most interested in?"

Professor Song also smiled warmly: "I like the vixen the most, the little goblin who is both beautiful, sexy, gentle and mysterious!"
Chapter completed!