Chapter 337 Taking Care of Emotions

Chapter 337 Taking Care of Emotions

Chapter 337 Taking Care of Emotions
It was late at night, and Professor Xiahou should have gone to bed, Gu Lu thought, because he went to bed after sending out the manuscript.

Professor Xiahou is proofreading a manuscript. As a professor at Shanghai Jiao Tong University and also leading the cultural exchange group in March next year, he has a lot to do every day.

Therefore, he often stayed up until eleven or twelve o'clock.

Think about Professor Xiahou's age, he is only fifty-three, how can he sleep well at this age? Isn't this the age for academic struggle?
"It's finally sent. You must have worked so hard." Professor Xiahou sighed when he saw the new message in his mailbox.

The professor thought that Gu Lu must have put a lot of effort into this article. For more than half a month, in addition to attending school, he revised the article until so late every day, polishing it meticulously.

The article was titled “The Scramble for Antarctica.”

To show respect, Professor Xiahou even sat up straighter.

[The world that the twentieth century looked down upon had no secrets. All the land had been explored, and ships were sailing on the most distant oceans. The free and happy regions that were unknown a generation ago now served the needs of Europe servitude, and ships were sailing at full speed to the long-sought source of the Nile... The last virgin forests on both sides of the Amazon River were cut down sparsely, and the only virgin land - the snow region - had also been knocked open.]
Serving Europe servilely.

The Amazon has been thinly logged.

Professor Xiahou knew what Gu Lu was going to write after seeing the title, and he muttered to himself: "The first person to sail the Northwest Passage, the first person to reach the South Pole, Roald Amundsen."

Amundsen is considered a national hero by Norwegians and is highly respected, so writing about him is very relevant to the topic.

It matches the "Immortal Fugitive" written about Spain earlier.

In just a few words, he criticized Europe, America and humans. As soon as Professor Xiahou started reading, he nodded frequently, paying attention to some of the words he chose, "There is one final mystery on the blue planet. Hidden from the eyes of the world is her shyness. These are the two very small places on her dismembered and tortured body that have not yet been poisoned by human greed - the South Pole and the North Pole."

For humans, discovering this planet is a great achievement, but for Mother Blue, it is a harm.

“This is the big perspective.” Professor Xiahou was very happy because he felt the same quality as the immortal fugitive.

And lit, because the article features two ships heading for the South Pole: one commanded by a Norwegian named Amundsen, and one by a British man named Captain Scott.

Two heroes fighting!

The professor wondered if the two ships had departed at about the same time. Professor Xiahou was not familiar with British history, so he didn't pay much attention.

However, the rest of the article surprised him because the main perspective was from a British perspective.

It tells the story of Scott's family, and how they bid farewell to their family, warmth, and the sun for their ideals.

“Written in the form of Scott’s diary, is this a special writing technique?”

With doubts, Professor Xiahou continued reading.

I have to say, this story is very good and describes in detail the difficulties faced by Scott and his people.

As they went deeper into the polar regions, their food supply became less and less, and the mileage they could travel each day became less and less. Later, all the ponies carrying the supplies died on the Beardsmore Glacier.

What was the force that supported the Scott Five? To be the first to conquer an unowned area on the planet.

With only 150 kilometers to the pole, we couldn't make it to the end.

It is still 137 kilometers to the pole and the journey is extremely difficult.

Another 94 kilometers to reach the Pole!

Only 70 kilometers, 50 kilometers left...

The further they went on, the more tired they felt physically, but Scott and the others were very excited.

Professor Xiahou nodded. He had similar feelings when proofreading the manuscript. When there were still 10,000 words, he felt dead inside. With 8,000 words, he could not hold on any longer. After 5,000 words, his spirit suddenly turned around, and he even calibrated to 2,000 words, and the speed was even faster.

When Bowers, one of the Scott Five, was only a few thousand meters away from the pole, he saw a small black dot in the endless white.

It wasn't a reflection or anything like that.

It was Amundsen's tent, the South Pole that had not been visited for thousands of years, that was visited twice in a very short period of time.

They are late: for humans, first means everything and second means nothing.

The despair was so palpable that the article summarized it in just one sentence: "Everything I saw here was no different from the eerie monotony of the last few days."

Too cruel.

"Even though I don't know about Britain, the situation of Scott and his group is very dangerous."

Indeed, as they advanced into the Pole, Scott and his friends realized that they were doing something immortal. When the body can no longer support it, the will will lead you out of the siege.

But now I have no will...

Professor Xiahou already had a bad guess in his mind.

Evans went insane and died. Oates froze off his thumb and committed suicide because he couldn't keep up with the team - "I'll go out for a walk, maybe stay out for a while."

All of them, including Scott, died without a single survivor. It was only half a year later that their bodies, diaries and letters were discovered.

There are letters Scott wrote to his wife, to his son, and to his country, and they end not with an excuse for his own death and failure, but with "I beg you to take good care of my loved ones."

Alas, only when people lose everything do they know what is most precious to them, Professor Xiahou thought to himself.

Poets sometimes create this most magnificent tragedy of all the tragedies that have ever existed, and life has created such a tragedy a thousand times.

This is the end of the article!
“This is a magnificent and great tragedy, which is completely comparable to The Immortal Fugitive, and its intention is not bad either.”

"A talent for short stories that is breathtaking. Even Maupassant and Chekhov when they were young were not as good as him... No, is there something wrong?"

Breaking away from the emotions in the book, Professor Xiahou's IQ once again took the upper hand.

"It's supposed to be about Britain, but we're supposed to be about Norway! There must be something I didn't understand."

Professor Xiahou just thought that he didn’t understand it, and didn’t think that there was anything wrong with Gu Lu.

Look, what a sense of trust this is!

After rereading the article, Professor Xiahou seemed to understand it, and also understood the questions asked on WeChat.

"The idea of ​​this article, to some extent, exceeds that of The Immortal Fugitive."

"I would never have thought of using this way to describe Amundsen if I hadn't read it again."

This short story contains two stories. The first is a superficial praise for the second place winner, and the second is a deeper praise for both Scott and Amundsen.

As for how it was done specifically... students who were studying the optics text "The Great Tragedy" on Earth could not notice it because it had been deleted.

"With it, the cultural exchange group will have a good show to watch. They will definitely be confused when they watch it for the first time." Professor Xiahou smiled and felt it was reasonable because he knew from the newspaper that Gu Lu had published two books in the UK and both were selling well.

Without further ado, Professor Xia Hou was preparing to translate "The Battle for Antarctica"... He had just translated two lines when he suddenly realized that it was too late.

Let’s do it tomorrow. I’ll translate it tomorrow and go see Director Zhao to finalize the exchange list.

Since we are talking about Section Chief Qu, I must say that Section Chief Qu recently criticized Professor Liu. Oh, he is the person in charge of the French cultural exchange group next year.

The average age of the exchange list submitted by Professor Liu was 41. Referring to this year's exchange meeting in Spain, even if Gu Lu, who was collecting data, was removed, the average age was only .

"The list was rejected again?" Professor Liu rubbed his temple. It was bullshit that the government would not interfere with the list. The list of members was rejected twice.

"Only with qualifications can one have experience. Only with experience can one participate in large-scale events representing the country without problems." Professor Liu's self-talk seemed to be an affirmation of himself.

“It needs to be younger…”

The next day, Professor Liu sent another list to Director Zhao.

The names on the list have been changed to the point where they cannot be changed because they all have qualifications and experience, especially the former. There are only two of them in the office.

Director Zhao scanned it, put the manuscript on the table, picked up a cup of tea, and took two sips.

Trouble! Professor Liu has dealt with Director Zhao of the United Front Department many times and is familiar with each other's habits. Drinking two sips of water before speaking means that he will have a lot to say next, so he is accumulating energy in advance.

"Originally, I shouldn't have any objection to the list selected by Professor Liu because he is a professional," said Director Zhao.

I have heard the same thing many times, and I get impatient every time. Professor Liu said quickly, "There are always omissions in one person's thinking. As the saying goes, one person's plan is short, and two people's plan is long. I am looking forward to Director Zhao's suggestions to make the list more complete."

"The literary exchange group representing China and celebrating the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and France needs veteran comrades to be in charge. But we also need to show the young power of our country to foreign countries," said Director Zhao.

"Teacher Jiang Shi is only 40 years old this year, and he is definitely a young writer." Professor Liu said immediately, Jiang Shi is also the vice president of the Youth Federation, so how can he not be considered a young person?
OK, hints are useless, Director Zhao played his cards straight, "I talked to Mr. Dubo, the French ambassador to China yesterday. He liked and praised Gu Lu's work The Little Prince. Mr. Dubo believes that the Little Prince's thoughts on the world have a lot in common with French literature and philosophy."

Although ambassadors to China have a certain understanding of Chinese culture, they still read relatively few Chinese books. Dibo read the English version of The Little Prince.

The proportion of French people who can speak English is relatively high in Europe. In fact, there are so many people who can speak English that the "Association for the Protection of the French Language" was established. This is because too many French people use English and ignore their own language.

"Mr. Dibo has nothing to do with this exchange meeting, but his words have certain reference value. What do you think, Professor Liu?" Director Zhao said.

Oh, you want to help Gu Lu through the back door again!

Professor Liu said, "Mr. Dibo's words are of reference value. But Director Zhao, we have too many talents in this field in our country. The old comrades are also waiting to add glory to the country."

Director Zhao is also an old hand. He translated the professor's words, which means that there is someone as good and suitable as Gu Lu for this job. In this case, should we take care of the feelings of the old comrade?

That made sense, so Director Zhao didn't force it because he really needed care.

"In this case, the list is finalized," said Director Zhao. "I also look forward to an excellent dialogue between Chinese literature and French literature, just like the exchange of Spanish culture."

This year, the Sino-Western cultural exchange group, the Western exchange team and cultural departments sent letters praising "The Immortal Fugitive" and "To Federico", especially the former. Director Zhao's requirement is that next year should not be weaker than this year.

"We will do our best and we will do it. You and I have the confidence." Professor Liu responded and agreed on behalf of everyone.

Professor Liu is really confident. Jiang Shi, who is on the list, once studied in Paris. Mei Sheng, who is on the list, has had his works translated into French and won the Prix Renaudot.

He didn't know what a flying dragon on the face was, but he knew that there were talented people everywhere, like stars in the sky, and he was sure to win this game.

The matter came to an end.

It rains day after day, and the heavy rain makes it hard to see the road ahead. I always think that I can do something after the rain stops.

It was December 12th when the weather cleared up. A week and a half had passed since the "Bauhinia Incident" and the wind and waves gradually subsided.

The Quality and Law Department originally had a low priority within the department, but now it has been promoted to the first echelon. According to the leader, "If you don't care about people's complaints, how can you serve the people?"

Regardless of whether it is just empty talk or not, calling to complain is really useful now. Did Gu Lu do something good for the people of Fog City?
Gu Lu is relatively quiet in school. After all, everyone in the school knows that he is a very low-key person.

Well, actually it was the grandpa and grandma in the community who were too enthusiastic. Communicating with people consumes one's own energy, and Gu Lu was also very tired. He was the typical person who would not tolerate hard things, and people gave him fruits and invited him to dinner, and he was very enthusiastic.

Fortunately, their enthusiasm was gradually waning, and Gu Lu lay on the table.

"You are smart, Gulu, please give me some advice." Li Guyuan said, "What exactly is He Yan thinking?"

Emotional problems? Although Gu Lu has been single from the last life to this life, the military advisor never goes to the battlefield in person. Besides, he has a lot of life experience, so he thinks he can provide some small experiences.

"Tell me about it?" Gu Lu lifted up the head on the table with his palm.

"Didn't I confess my feelings on my birthday before, but was rejected?" Li Guyuan first gave a brief account of the situation.

Isn't that the answer you made up in your mind? Gu Lu thought silently.

Li Guyuan continued, "We haven't spoken to each other for a long time, but a few days ago she asked me to take her home, and she took the initiative to talk to me these past two days. It changed so suddenly, she's completely become a different person."

"I won't move unless the enemy does. Do you understand?" Gu Lu said.

"Can you speak human language?"

"Just agree to wait and see, and then we'll make our move after seeing the other party's next move."

"Makes sense."

"And then……"

The bell for class interrupted Gu Lu's sharing of his experience. He was still not satisfied. "After school at noon, let's go home together and I'll talk to you in detail."

In fact, why didn't the two of them think about whether their female classmate also found a military advisor...

The time in the classroom is more difficult in the afternoon than in the morning. It feels like school is over at noon in a flash.

Generally speaking, Gu Lu would either go to the club office or go home at noon, and would just eat casually, so he would not walk with Li Guyuan.

Today is different.

On the way, Gu Lu began to impart his military strategist's experience.

"Wait, I almost forgot while we were talking. I want to buy some magazines." Gu Lu took a few steps back and came to the newsstand. Magazines such as Reader, Yilin, Story Club, and Youth Digest were displayed in the most prominent positions.

"Miss, please give me the latest Youth Digest." Gu Lu took out the money.

"You used to come here often to buy magazines, but why haven't you come recently? Did you do poorly on the exams or have less pocket money?" The newsstand lady's latest was this year. Last year, Gu Lu often came here to buy magazines, mainly because he had subscribed to many publications at that time.

"Hahaha, missy, you have a really good memory." Gu Lu said.

"Of course, I've been here for more than ten years, and I rely on my good memory." The newsstand lady said, "Buy it quickly if you want to, or you might have trouble buying it in half a year."

Gu Lu instantly understood the other party's implication and nodded in agreement.

There are fewer and fewer newsstands. From 2008 to this year, at least tens of thousands of newsstands have been demolished across the country. Especially in cities where the policy is implemented first, there are more than a thousand newsstands in Beijing, more than in Shenzhen, more than in Shanghai, and more than in Fog City.

"The newsstand near my home has been converted into a breakfast store. I heard from the boss that after a while, even breakfast won't be sold anymore." Li Guyuan also talked about this.

"I guess all the newsstands will be demolished in the future," said Gu Lu.

So I have to go to the bookstore to buy magazines from now on? Li Guyuan blurted out, "That's too troublesome."

"I'll buy them at bookstores or order them online in the future," said Gu Lu. "With more entertainment activities, fewer people are reading magazines."

That makes sense. The first decade of the 21st century was truly the heyday of magazines. Then came the Internet… Thinking of this, Li Guyuan suddenly sighed. He didn’t know whether he was sighing for the magazines or for himself for not being born at a good time.

Walking towards home, Li Guyuan suddenly became silent.

When passing by a zebra crossing where he didn't have to wait for traffic lights, Li Guyuan suddenly said, "Then I'm going to work hard and write a long novel and publish it."

"Short stories can also be published as books," said Gu Lu.

Li Guyuan shook his head. "It's too difficult to publish a book of short stories. You are so good at short stories, but you only published a collection of short stories. I can't do that at all."

"By the way, Guru, why did you suddenly buy Youth Digest? Is your article published in this issue?" Li Guyuan changed the subject. According to his understanding of his friend, he would only buy magazines that have his articles published.

"There are two articles." Gu Lu handed the magazine to the person next to him.

His creativity is really strong. Fortunately, he no longer has the desire to compete with others. Li Guyuan thought to himself, and picked up the magazine without even turning to the index. Among the three or four short stories recommended on the cover, two of Gu Lu's works were among them.

"Rocket Man and that tree, are they both science fiction?" Li Guyuan looked at Rocket Man because judging from the name, he was more interested in the former.

(End of this chapter)