Chinese studies may be countless words and countless books. In the eyes of Chinese studies masters, Chinese studies have transformed into a kind of thought.

Not only Chinese studies.

Any knowledge in the world, in the end, is a kind of thought, the so-called classics.

only.

Han Qiao may not understand Chinese studies as a tool to explain this kind of thought, but his thoughts and cognition have touched the essence of Chinese studies.

"harmonious."

Han Qiao said so much and extracted two words: "What we want to convey to the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games is harmony, not only to be harmonious with people, but also to be harmonious with nature, but also to be harmonious with people in their hearts."

"Not bad, not bad." Ji Xianlin admired his eyes: "Young Master Han, you are right. Harmony is a great gift from our Chinese nation to the world. If the whole world can accept our concept of harmony, then our global village can be much quieter."

After a pause, Ji Xianlin smiled and said, "My friend Han, you are the deputy director of the Olympic opening ceremony. I am looking forward to this opening ceremony. I look forward to people all over the world to see the Chinese philosophy we convey in this opening ceremony."

Say so much.

Mr. Ji was a little tired, and he was satisfied: "Director Zhang, with Xiaoyou Han here, I am a bad old man, and I have no place to use my skills."

Han Qiao's words.

Speaking of his heart, harmony is the essence of his life's study of Chinese studies and condensation.

if only.

Han Qiao is there, then it is equivalent to him. The spread of Chinese culture is never human, but the passing on from generation to generation.

"Old Ji..."

Zhang Yimou couldn't hold back anymore. No, I'll let Han Qiao get sloppy.

result.

Han Qiao took it directly?

What he wanted to say, Ji Xianlin shook his head and smiled and said, "Director Zhang, I have nothing more to say."

In the ambulance.

The little nurse and doctor have wide eyes and can stuff eggs into their mouths.

Ma Wenze's eyes were bright and he looked at Han Qiao.

Several people said goodbye, and Han Qiao was about to leave, and he was shameless: "Old Ji, I just took the book and found a diary. I think I am going to publish it. I want to ask Mr. Ji for personal favor."

"You said this?" Ji Xianlin had a good impression of Han Qiao. After taking a diary, he said, "My friend Han, these are the absurd things when I was young. When I was old, I wanted to give myself a thought. If you like it, I will give it to you today."

"Old Mr. Ji, can you sign an autograph?"

"No problem." Ji Xianlin responded to his request, picked up his pen, made a steady move, signed his name, and entrusted it to Han Qiao: "Little Friend Han, the Olympics is very important, and this matter must be done well!"

Ji Xianlin was born in 1911. It can be said that he witnessed the most embarrassing, miserable, difficult and darkest era in China.

All of this.

How difficult it is, no one can feel more deeply than him. One old and one young, the diary has become a bridge of communication, conveying the common wish of the two eras: "My friend Han must pass on harmony to the people of the world."

"Okay." Han Qiao looked solemn: "Old Mr. Ji, I will do my best to organize this opening ceremony."

PARKING LOT.

Several people watched the ambulance go away, and Han Qiao's heart was in a state of great difficulty and could not calm down for a long time.

Olympics, Olympics!

How many people are looking forward to you? He is thinking about it, and strength comes from his shoulders.

Ma Wen looked curious: "Han Qiao, why are you so amazing? Let me see what you do in your mind."

"What else can it be, protein." Han Qiao touched the diary, this was a private collection.

Nothing unique.

Ji Xianlin wrote a diary by hand. Let’s put it this way. If Han Qiao disagreed with the publication, the widely circulated diary of Ji Xianlin will be lost!

"Liar." Ma Wen rolled his eyes: "You said you have read Mr. Ji's diary, but I think you're just making up."

"Do you want to see?" Han Qiao signaled.

"Of course." Ma Wen looked respectful: "I must not miss Mr. Ji's masterpiece."

The two talked.

Zhang Yimou snatched out the cigarette. He usually didn't smoke, but today, it was too crazy. Zhang Yimou looked at Han Qiao for a while and had to say, "Han Qiao, you really opened my eyes."

"The knife cut the cow's butt?"

"What." Zhang Yimou didn't understand. After thinking about it, he patted Han Qiao's shoulder: "It's true that the knife cut the cow's butt and opened his eyes."

night.

Han Qiao did what he said, and celebration banquets were not missing. A few cars and people were pulled to the high-end guild hall in DC.

Ma Wen was reading the diary all the way, but when he arrived at the guild hall, he finally finished reading it.

After closing the book, thinking about it, he sighed: "Old Ji is worthy of being a master of Chinese studies, a true temperament, a true gentleman."

"Where is me?" Han Qiao heard it and asked, "I said I have the same life goals and hobbies as Mr. Ji, so I didn't brag."

"You." Ma Wen recalled the content of the book and spat: "Han Qiao, you are a real hooligan."

"Rogue." Han Qiao shrugged: "Twenty years later, who dares to say that I am not an old artist?"

Ma Wen thought about his face and nodded: "At that time, maybe, you are the true nature!"

……………………

Celebration banquet.

Han Qiao drank the most wine, and there was no way. This time the team was successful, and he made great contributions!

It can be said.

He had a decisive role, but Han Qiao was indifferent and drunk.

I was confused, my phone was vibrating, and Nokia phone was like a brick, and the banquet was noisy. Han Qiao went to takeaway to answer the phone: "Hello, I'm Han Qiao."

On the phone, a voice came: "Brother Han, I, Lao Gu."

"Brother Gu!" Han Qiao woke up in a panic. He looked around and said carefully, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

"It's really a problem." On the phone, Lao Gu begged: "Brother Han, your sister-in-law called and said, "I'm going to give birth. Look at me, I'm not in Yanjing. I don't feel at ease if anyone else does this. Only if you go, I'll feel at ease."

"Is sister-in-law going to give birth?"

Han Qiao estimated that it was almost the same. In 2004, she sowed the seeds by himself. In 2005, in April, the seeds broke out. Han Qiao hesitated and said, "Brother-in-law, I have a baby. What's the matter if you don't come back? I can't do it."

"Brother Han, I'm, I can't take it off for a while, so I'll be relieved of you. I'm not at ease with the rest of the world." Lao Gu said: "Brother Han, you are the child's godfather, you must help me with this."

"Okay." Han Qiao said nothing: "Brother Gu, then you can come back as soon as possible."

Hang up the phone.

Han Qiao was worried that Jiang Wenli would say goodbye a little, apologize for a few glasses of wine, and take a taxi to the Central Academy of Drama in Haidian.

In the alley.

It was deserted at night, and Hanqiao knocked on the door. After a few minutes, the door opened.

A woman with purple figure leaned out her head, her eyes were charming and passionate, just like water. She saw Han Qiao, and her mouth was filled with a smile: "Han Qiao, you are here."

"Sister Xu."

Han Qiao nodded: "Sister Xu, please trouble you."

"Han Qiao, what you said is unreasonable." Xu Qing wore a purple cheongsam, her figure was full of curves, and her feminine style. Simply put, it was very moist!

He closed the door and said, "You and I are all here to help. If you want to say thank you, Lao Gu will say."

"Sister." Han Qiao said the wrong thing and asked for a supplement: "Isn't this? My godson is going to give birth, I'm in a hurry."

Xu Qing was a little angry: "You, a godfather, are more anxious than your own father. I think Lao Gu's temper has changed now. What's more important than having a wife for having children."

"The doctor said it was only two days." Xu Qing said, "You go and see her. I'll go to the kitchen to boil some hot water."

"OK."

Xu Qing and Jiang Wenli are best friends and are close to each other. Han Qiao is welcome and walks into the bedroom.

Jiang Wenli leaned against the head of the bed, peeling oranges to eat, her cheeks were round and smooth, and the pregnant young woman made every move and gesture, and the glory of her motherhood. Seeing Han Qiao, Jiang Wenli's eyes were filled with water, and her legs were tightened: "Here you come."

"Yes." Han Qiao walked over, looked at her belly, and touched her hands: "It's okay."

"It's okay." Jiang Wenli licked her lips with her tongue, and Fengbai pinched the orange with her fingers: "It's so sweet to taste this orange."

"How sweet it is." Han Qiao smiled with his lips, lowered his head, bit the orange, and then, he went up, and the orange juice splashed and flowed down the corner of his mouth. He greedily ate the orange meat, for a moment, nodded: "It's very sweet, with the smell of roses."

"The hot water is coming."

Door.

Xu Qing's voice came, and the two separated like lightning, and the topic came to an abrupt end.
To be continued...