Chapter 2017: Gathering of Heroes 1

Having said that, Tang Song and Ouyang Lan still firmly refused, which showed that they had a bright and clear mind.

Professor Xie said, "Since Xiaoxue has mentioned this, you two old people should not be polite. I know that those calligraphy and paintings are the result of your life's work, and you must be thinking about them very much. I believe that Mr. Wen will agree with Xiaoxue's opinion after knowing this, after all, you are Mr. Wen's best friends."

Feng Qingxue exclaimed, "Mr. Tang Song and Mr. Ouyang are the teacher's close friends? I didn't even know that!"

I knew the academic circle was small, but I didn’t expect it to be this small.

If the current situation continues to develop, will the old gentlemen and professors she has made friends with constitute half of the academic, literary, artistic and medical circles?

Professor Xie smiled and said, "The academic world has been turbulent in recent years. The group of old friends who originally gathered in the capital with the same aspirations have all dispersed and are all far away. No one knows the whereabouts of anyone else, and it is impossible to contact them. How can they tell you in detail how many friends and relatives they have?"

"I only know the senior brothers and sisters under my teacher." Feng Qingxue retorted unconvincedly, "So when you introduced Senior Brother Tianxing, I knew he was my senior brother. I also know who the senior brothers and sisters under Teacher Wen are."

Wow, the relationship is closer.

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Although Feng Qingxue had not studied with him for a long time, he regarded her as his favorite student. When he could recruit graduate students in the future, he would definitely accept Feng Qingxue and not let the Spanish Department take all the credit.

Ouyang Lan was surprised and asked, "You are Old Wen's student? His last disciple? I know several of his previous students. Ouyang Mo is also my mother's distant nephew. It was Old Tang who introduced him to Old Wen, and that's how he achieved his later success."

Ouyang Lan stood in awe. "A good doctor who saves the dying and heals the wounded is comparable to a good prime minister. Painting and calligraphy that only improves one's artistic accomplishment is nothing more than a minor art. Xiaoxue, you shouldn't underestimate yourself. I believe that even if Old Wen were here, he would say the same thing."

Feng Qingxue said embarrassedly: "I am the most lazy student under the teacher. I usually learn a lot of miscellaneous things and fail to concentrate on studying calligraphy and painting. I am really afraid that I will tarnish his lifelong reputation in the future."

"Hey, you're too kind!" Feng Qingxue touched her nose.

Art requires not only talent but also diligence.

Ouyang Lan laughed.

Now, looking at the rapid improvement in calligraphy and painting skills of her eldest son and daughter, she feels ashamed and thinks that she may never become a calligrapher or painter in the future because she has not spent enough time practicing and her skills are too low.

Seeing Ouyang Lan's puzzled expression, Professor Xie couldn't help but explain: "Xiaoxue is a doctor. She has been practicing medicine for nearly 20 years. During this time, she has saved lives and made great contributions to the military and civilians!"

"By the way, Old Xie mentioned your teacher. Is he okay now? All of us who have lower status and reputation than him in the painting world have returned. He should also be on the list of people who have been rehabilitated."

"The teacher is in good health and is in our hometown with Mr. Jin Ruochu." Feng Qingxue has been following this matter and has not heard that Wen Ruyu and Jin Ruochu are on the list of the latest batch of rehabilitation. "As for rehabilitation, I guess we have to wait."

Ouyang Lan felt very regretful, "It's been more than ten years since we last met. I really want to see him sooner."

Tang Song was full of jealousy and couldn't help but said, "Why would you want to see that old guy with a big white beard? I'll be fine if I'm right by your side."

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