But if a border guard sacrifices his life in a no-man's-land, his body barely cold,
The spirit still watches over the boundary marker, unwilling to leave.
In your eyes, is this also a wandering ghost? Or feudal superstition?
Yan Fang was stunned, and opened her mouth:
"How...how can these be confused? They are heroes!"
"But the ghost you just criticized was also a policeman."
Lin Que's voice suddenly turned serious, and he dropped his previous languid tone.
"That detective named A-Zhe died in the line of duty while investigating a serial murder case."
After his death, in order to prevent the murderer from escaping justice...
He clung to life, refusing to let go, and possessed his colleague to continue investigating the case.
Until the murderer is caught and justice is served,
He gave a single salute, then left with peace of mind.
Lin Que took a step forward and stood at the edge of the stage, looking down at Yan Fang.
"Teacher Yan, you have been teaching Chinese for so many years, you should know more about rhetoric and metaphor than I do."
In that story, 'ghosts' are not superstition at all.
It was an obsession that couldn't be let go of, a responsibility that transcended life and death.
"You only saw that he was writing about ghosts, but you didn't see that he was writing about people."
"You say that's nonsense."
Lin Que pointed to Ye Xi behind him, and then to the students below the stage with eager eyes.
"But in our view, the saying 'rules are dead, faith is alive' is a human saying."
It's a message to us that even within the constraints of rules and regulations, we should still stay true to ourselves.
Whoosh—
The once quiet crowd below the stage suddenly became like a lit fuse.
"Lin Que, you...you're just making excuses!"
Yan Fang's steps were a little unsteady.
"No matter how you look at literature, it still needs to be about style and medium!"
Those things posted online for profit,
How can it be compared to serious literature?
"Teacher Yan."
Lin Que interrupted her, a slight smile playing on his lips.
People used to think that vernacular Chinese lacked elegance.
Then I thought that novelists were all second-rate storytellers, and only classical Chinese prose was orthodox.
But look at it now!
"No one stipulates that only what is printed in lead type is literature, while what floats on the internet and exists in mobile phones is garbage."
Lin Que turned around and didn't look at Yan Fang again.
Instead, addressing the more than two thousand students below the stage, and also to Ye Xi behind him, he calmly said:
"As long as it can warm people's hearts."
Good writing is writing that can inspire someone to persevere even in moments of despair.
"Does it matter whether it comes from a classic novel or an online story?"
As the last three words were spoken, the microphone was gently placed back on the podium with a "thump".
The dull sound seemed to be knocking on everyone's heart.
Someone in the audience gasped first.
Immediately afterwards, the first round of applause rang out.
He was a boy who was usually the most inconspicuous in the corner.
Then came the second sound, the third sound...
When Minister Zheng Songxue in the first row also smiled and raised her hand, the applause finally turned into a wave of applause.
"Slap, slap, slap."
Applause started from the first row and spread.
Like a wildfire spreading across the plains, it instantly engulfed the entire conference center.
"Well said!"
Someone in the back row shouted something.
Immediately afterwards, the applause turned into thunder.
Interspersed with the students' long-suppressed cheers.
Yan Fang stood frozen in place.
The question "Does it matter?" kept repeating in my mind.
Looking at those young faces flushed with excitement,
Looking at the gleam in their eyes, a light I hadn't seen in Chinese class for a long time.
She taught her whole life, and she always maintained a refined lifestyle.
Her class had never received such pure and enthusiastic applause.
In that instant,
Her once-proud persistence seems to have developed a crack.
On the stage, Ye Xi held the bottle of water.
The coolness of the bottle seeped into my palm, but my heart was burning hot.
She looked at the back of the figure blocking her way, her eyes gleaming with an unusual light.
This is the first time.
In such a situation, someone not only prevented her from being wronged,
He even helped her express what she wanted to say but dared not say, allowing her to speak so freely and frankly.
The applause gradually subsided.
Jiang Changfeng's heart hadn't calmed down when he heard Minister Zheng's sigh beside him.
"Principal Jiang."
Zheng Songxue looked in Lin Que's direction, her eyes full of admiration.
"What's this student's name? Quick-witted and with clear logic."
What's most admirable is this humble yet assertive spirit.
He's got potential.
"Minister Zheng, this is Lin Que."
Jiang Changfeng quickly chimed in, his pride returning to his tone.
"It's the one who won the provincial-level prize in the Jian Shen Cup a while ago."
Jiang Changfeng promised Shen Qingqiu that he would not reveal the matter of being an honorary member.
"oh?"
Professor Yu Yan, who was standing nearby, also became interested.
"No wonder.
What you just said, though sharp, was also insightful.
Children today are much more thoughtful than we were when we were young.
Yu Yan turned to look at Ye Xi on the stage, his eyes holding a deeper meaning:
"It seems that Ye Xi's trip to Jiangcheng was worthwhile; she has found a kindred spirit."
Jiang Changfeng is a seasoned veteran,
Seeing that the atmosphere had eased slightly, he immediately stood up with a smile to smooth things over:
"Alright, alright, the truth is clear through debate! Teacher Yan is just doing this because she loves her students."
I see it's getting late, so now it's time for a Q&A session about art exams.
Ye Xi must be tired after talking for so long.
That one, Lin Que,
Please take Ye Xi to the lounge to rest for a while.
While you're at it, take a look at our campus culture.
Lin Que nodded, turned his head, and glanced at Ye Xi, who was still in a daze.
"Let's go, Teacher Ye."
"Let me take you to get something hot to drink."
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