New Night Voyage

What is a night-voyage
? A scholar and an old monk were sailing together on a night boat. The scholar talked loudly and incessantly. The old monk, clumsy with words, couldn't get a word in edgewise and could only cower to the side. As the old monk listened, he felt
there were many flaws in the scholar's speech, so he asked him two questions. The old monk asked :
Was Tantai Mieming one person or two people ? The scholar answered: Two people. The old monk then asked: Was Yao and Shun one person or two people? The scholar answered: One person. After hearing this, the old monk laughed heartily and said: Since you are of this caliber, then allow this old monk to stretch his legs. At this point, I stood up to leave, but he was like a fish that had swallowed the bait, hooked at once, and eagerly pressed me for an answer. No matter how he pressed me, I refused to answer. He persisted relentlessly. Suddenly, a thought struck me – he was playing a prank on my *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*. So, I had a brilliant idea and questioned him: "Do you really understand *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*?" He smiled broadly, looking at me like a fool, before finally bursting into laughter: "I'm dying of laughter! This is the funniest joke I've heard all year!" I squinted, watching him laugh so hard he was breathless, his stomach aching. He hurriedly said he couldn't take it anymore, he really couldn't laugh anymore. " I make a living from this, gaining people's admiration . How could I not understand *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*?" At this point, he suddenly became wary. "Who are you? Who sent you to contact me? Are you trying to steal my *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio* to gain fame and fortune?" As he spoke, he seriously scrutinized me from head to toe. His actions and questions left me speechless . How could I answer him? I had already said I was a ghost, but he didn't believe me. If I were to reveal that I am Pu Songling, would he believe me? Later, I met a fellow named Gao Shi, who possessed the same ambition as Li Kui, but even more so. Yes, I am just a ghost, someone who cannot see the light of day, a ghost without a shadow. How can those with shadows and crooked hearts believe my words? Those who are not of my kind will surely have different hearts. I am a ghost, he is a human. How can I possibly defeat a human? I lowered my head in deep thought, my thoughts returning to the Qing Dynasty. When I was still human, when I was writing Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, I sometimes wished I could become a ghost or fox. But now, as I wished, I seem to have aged even more, and become even more afraid of people. "Hey, old man, how should I address you ?" A man with a full beard, a big nose, and thick lips asked me. He looked to be around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. I looked at this impolite middle-aged man. I am, after all, an old man. Instead of asking me to sit down, he called me "Hey, old man." "How rude!" He was getting impatient. "Old man, hurry up and tell me your name. Don't think I won't hit you just because you're old. I'm not afraid of those old people who stage accidents to extort money. I'm a celebrity. Whatever a celebrity says, the public will believe me. " He said confidently, that's the celebrity effect. I was completely shocked by his words. I was angry. I've seen too many disrespectful young people these days. What's one more? But I was still annoyed. What's wrong with old people these days? Why are they being slandered and insulted by young people like this? I couldn't swallow this. I had made up my mind. I decided to teach this kid a lesson and make fun of him. I said, "I don't know how to address myself. I have too many names. Some people used to call me Yishi Shi, and some called me Liuquan Jushi, but I prefer to be called Mr. Liaozhai." "Haha, you call yourself Mr. Liaozhai? That's hilarious. You might as well just say you are Pu Songling." Gao Shi scoffed. "Of course," I asked. "If you were Pu Songling, I'd be a big celebrity now, making money off his masterpiece, * Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*, while you only became famous overseas after your death. You toiled away writing for others in your life, only to benefit me after you died, haha. You old codger, you'll be furious!" Gao Shi said with a grin. "You—" I said helplessly, "Fine, make as much money as you want. Anyway, everything in this world is meaningless to me. Money, fame—nobody understands my cynical, outspoken creative passion. Since you like it, take it. I can't stop you." "Hmph, you're smart enough. Among all these old men, you're the most sensible one, knowing you can't go against me." I was heartbroken. I didn't know what fate my decision would bring him. I wished him well. That day I left, flying to the Himalayas to meditate. But when I planned to visit Gao Shi's humble abode again, I found him dead, lying on the variety show stage. Using my synesthetic abilities, I finally learned that he had been driven to his death by anger. I was stunned. It was unimaginable; Gao Shi was a sharp-tongued man, who could possibly be his match? Perhaps it was true that the wicked always have their match! But in fact, Gao Shi's death was still worth investigating. So I went to the morgue, glanced at his body, sighed, and finally used my synesthetic abilities to bring him back to his senses. I was giving him a chance; if he could repent, he might still be worth saving. A powerful white light awakened him. When he saw me, he was puzzled: "Wasn't I dead? How am I here?" I said: "You were indeed dead, but I temporarily brought you back to life." Upon hearing this, Gao Shi immediately roared: "What the hell do you mean? If you brought me back to life, why say it was temporary?" "The key is whether you sincerely repent and whether you are worth saving," I said calmly. He jumped up again, rushed towards me, grabbed my neck, but did nothing. Finally, he had to kneel down and beg me: "I've never harmed anyone in my life, what wrong have I done? Oh, right, I remember who harmed me—that tall man. He picked on me on my show, and I couldn't answer. I know he asked me three questions I couldn't answer. " I nodded, letting him continue—"The audience member asked three questions: First, what exactly are you talking about? Second, why is the 'academic genius' persona in the entertainment industry so easily shattered? Third, what positive value can you bring us?" I couldn't answer his questions, so he mocked me. Gao Shi said bitterly, then the man gave another example , saying : "He, like you, mentioned Zhang Dai's *Night Voyage*. He said the book's contents are all small entries, including astronomy, geography, history, literature, politics, economics, plants, trees, and all sorts of people." Zhang Dai wrote this book so that everyone would have something to talk about during their "night voyages," so they wouldn't slip up while chatting and giving someone like the old monk an opportunity to exploit their vulnerabilities. I questioned him about his meaning. The tall man then said: "You should be very familiar with this kind of 'night voyage' scene."

"Huh?" He finished speaking and gave a sinister laugh. I hated his smile, but I couldn't stop him from saying every word, every single one piercing my heart
, making me bleed.

He continued: "When you're in a taxi, especially in Beijing, you can say anything, and the driver
will start talking non-stop. As you chat, you'll find this guy knows everything, from world affairs
to everyday family matters—there's nothing he can't talk about. Such talent, just a driver, it's such a waste of his abilities. When you attend a friend's gathering, you'll always find someone who's incredibly talkative. These people are often middle-aged nouveau riche, who love
to talk about their rags-to-riches stories, and incidentally impart life lessons.
If there's a pretty young woman at the table
who casts an admiring glance, this guy will definitely chatter even more enthusiastically. This kind of scene is called a 'night voyage,' or to put it simply, it's just idle chatter and bragging
. Are there any loopholes in what they say
? Of course there are." Ask him questions about topics you're most familiar with and knowledgeable about, and after a few questions, you'll find he's talking nonsense. But I believe few people would dare to expose his flaws or nitpick in such a setting. Everyone's just listening to
stories, exchanging pleasantries, and killing time. Similarly, my mindset when listening to you tell stories from *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio* was simply to hear stories, to have fun, and to pass
the time. Because
in my eyes, you're a typical "night voyage" (a person who

spends their time at night). I think assessing a person's level of knowledge can be divided into three levels: first, experience; second, ideas; and third, scholarship. A driver who travels all day will naturally hear many stories. Your middle-aged, wealthy friend at the dinner table
has experienced a lot in his life and naturally has a lot of experience to share—this all falls under the category of experience. As for you, due to your
privileged family background, you've met many people and been to many places, making your experience richer than the average person. Experiences belong to others, but ideas are
your own. When discussing ideas, you can showcase your own little talents. Stories like "XX Tales" and "XX Talks" are all about discussing ideas. Similarly, when we chat at the dinner table
, aside from a very small portion discussing our own professions, most of the time we're just talking about ideas, commonly known as
"amateur scientists." Life is finite, but learning is infinite. I firmly believe that no one can
know everything in their lifetime. If you're a wine expert talking about beer, or a Sichuan cuisine expert teaching Shandong cuisine, you'll run into problems, let alone the endless sea of knowledge. When you find someone
who knows everything, their gaps in knowledge will inevitably increase. How do you reduce these gaps? The answer is to talk less
, talk more carefully, talk rigorously, talk systematically, and talk logically. This leads to the third level—academics.
What's the difference between ideas and academics? Ideas are just fragmented knowledge; academics require a complete knowledge
system. Acquiring fragmented knowledge takes only a few seconds, but exploring and organizing a complete knowledge system may require a lifetime of time and effort. For example, Shen Congwen gained literary fame in his youth with "Border Town," but his academic masterpiece, "A Study of Ancient Chinese Costumes," was written in his later years after ten years of seclusion.

Liang Sicheng is considered
the patriarch of Chinese architecture because he dedicated his life to architectural research; that's his academic field. Asking him to discuss philosophy, science, or medicine outside his area of expertise would inevitably lead to many flaws.
The Battle of Red Cliffs was incredibly fierce; Zhuge Liang's gust of wind and Zhou Yu's fire drove Cao Cao
away.
Historical records don't mention borrowing the east wind, and Cao Cao's side also encountered a plague, which was
one of the reasons for his defeat. I don't know how to address myself; I have too many names. Some used to call me Yishi Shi (异史氏), others Liuquanju (柳泉居). Chen Yinque's "Lectures on the History of the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties" comprehensively discusses the centuries -long upheaval from the Wei to the Sui dynasties,
covering aspects such as social classes, feudal system, religion, ethnicity, population, official system, and cultural differences between the North and South . Who has true scholarship and who is just rambling is immediately clear. The above example uses a master as an illustration. This isn't to say that if you haven't reached the academic level of a master, you can't share your thoughts. The key point is whether our thoughts originate from fragmented knowledge or a complete knowledge system . This relates to your professionalism and level of expertise. Having said all that, let me return to you. What you share are all observations and thoughts, and these are all fragmented and random thoughts, naturally full of flaws. Moreover, from my observation, you probably have no intention of pursuing an academic career. Everyone has their own ambitions, and I certainly can't force your life plan. You are now wealthy and famous, living a comfortable life ; you are definitely a successful person. In conclusion, you indeed don't intend to pursue an academic path; you just want to be an entertainment star sharing your observations and thoughts. Since that's the case, don't blame everyone for criticizing you . Because what you're doing is precisely what makes everyone criticize you. Having discussed you, let me talk about why the "academic genius" persona in the entertainment industry always collapses. First, the entertainment industry is a superficial environment, not a breeding ground for true academic excellence. Those who genuinely pursue academics work tirelessly, burning the midnight oil, diligently studying. Celebrities are busy making fame and money; they don't have time for that. In the end, you mistake inspirational platitudes for culture, superstition for philosophy, fragmented knowledge for scholarship, and cheap novels for classics, all while claiming to be an academic genius—who else would it not collapse? The term "academic genius" is a product of the exam-oriented education system, so it can only exist on campus. Because on campus, there are standards and scope for academic excellence. The standard is exam scores. No matter how bad you are in other areas, as long as your scores are high, you're an academic genius. The scope is your major and your textbooks. You don't need to know everything; you only need to understand your major, and you're an academic genius. Most importantly, you're allowed to make mistakes during exams. You can answer a question wrong, you can not recognize a single word, but as long as your score is high, you're still a top student. Once you leave school and enter society, the standards and scope disappear. If you still claim to be a top student, everyone will hold you to the standards of an "omnipotent god." Yes, you must know everything, and you can't make a single mistake. Even if you mispronounce a word, they'll start criticizing you for being uncultured. I want to remind everyone that once you leave school, you can say you have a special skill, you can say you're more professional in a certain area. But never say you're a top student; it's a recipe for disaster. Because no one knows everything, and no one is infallible. Why do celebrities in the entertainment industry collapse even more ? Because their cultural foundation is inherently weak, and under the spotlight, even the slightest flaw is magnified. So, if they show even a little weakness, they'll completely crumble. Many people might think there's a Nobel Prize in Mathematics, but if you're Jin Dong and say you've recently been reading books by Nobel Prize-winning mathematicians, you'll be laughed at. Many people probably haven't read *The First Incense Burner* .

But you're Ma Sichun, why post random thoughts on Weibo? Isn't that just making yourself a target for criticism? Speaking of which, I think Yang Yang is very clever. When a reporter asked him to recommend a book, he recommended his own photo album.

Maybe Mr. Yang Yang really hasn't read any books besides his own photo album. But this
kind of naive recommendation doesn't cause any problems and even seems cute.
Are actors and celebrities really incompatible with being "academic superstars"? No. I think in today's multicultural world, every industry
and profession has its own "academic superstars." If you're an actor, focus on improving your voice, lines, physicality, and acting. Don't rely on green screens and stunt doubles all the time. Do your job conscientiously
, and you'll be a respected artist too. A negative example is Ms. Jiang Yiyan. She's clearly an actress, but
she insists on cultivating a persona as a master architect, even going abroad to accept awards. In reality, she was merely a funder; the design of the houses had nothing to do with her. This person probably isn't very bright.
The third question is, what positive
value can people like you and Liang Da actually bring us? Let me give you a personal example. I've read your shows like "XX Strange Tales" and "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio
." I don't know much about music, so when you talk about classical music, folk songs, and rock, I listen with great interest and think you're
incredibly talented. But once you delve into Chinese literature and history, I can find fault with every single episode.
There were even a few episodes where you talked about the Three Kingdoms; I could find fault with almost every sentence. Later, I summarized a shallow experience: anything I think you say well is something I don't understand
.
Anything I think you say poorly is something I'm good at. It's like a boxing match; if you don't understand something, whatever the other person says is law, and you're at their mercy. Even with just a little knowledge, you can argue and refute
. It's precisely because of people like you that we can use you as a yardstick to measure our own
standards.
The more someone thinks everything you say is right, the more it proves that person lacks real ability. Conversely, the more someone can point out your flaws, the more it proves they are making gradual progress. —That's your positive value—Gao Shi. Of course, you and Liang Da also have your reasons for success. What I admire most about you is your expressive
ability, your public speaking and hosting skills.
Many people have a lot of knowledge, but they just can't express it. Let alone facing a camera, they feel guilty even speaking a few words in public. But you, facing the camera and the audience, can speak fluently and
confidently. This is what I most want to learn from you.
However, listening to your commentary program is fine as a story, but please don't take it as knowledge.
This is one of the reasons I came to the program today. I want to tell everyone here and the viewers at home that
there is only one way to acquire knowledge, and our teachers have told us since childhood: study hard and strive for excellence every day. Finally, I'll conclude with Zhang Dai's small boat
.
"Of all the knowledge in the world, only a small boat sailing at night is the most difficult to deal with." — I think the word "deal with" is the most apt.
Even if you dedicate your life to scholarship, you can't deal with a mediocre scholar who dares to say anything. "Deal with"
is inherently a sarcastic term, and I see Zhang Dai's deep self-mockery between the lines. Who was Zhang Dai
? A brilliant scholar of the late Ming Dynasty, the eldest grandson of the Zhang family of Zhuangyuanfang in Shanyin, shouldering
the mission of reviving his family's reputation. But he happened to be caught in the Ming-Qing transition, a time of great upheaval, national collapse, and family ruin. His ambitions were thwarted. His original ideal was to serve in the imperial court, governing the world, but ultimately he ended up on a small boat, forced to fight for a few
inches of foothold. Isn't this self-mockery? That guy spouted so much "nonsense" in one breath, utterly humiliating me, making me cough up
blood and die on the spot.
After listening to Gao Shi's story, and seeing his honesty, I decided to give him a chance. I told him
, "You need to find your girlfriend. Whether she appears in your dream or possesses you, you need to make her sleep with you, and then you can regain your life."

Gao Shi found this ridiculous idea unbelievable.
I said, "Since you chose to believe me, you shouldn't doubt me. I, Pu Songling, haven't lied to you, have I?"
After saying that, I disappeared. Gao Shi had to hurry and find his girlfriend before his cremation to have sex with her
. Ironically, Gao Shi was quite lucky; he actually succeeded. Although his girlfriend was resistant to ice love
, she loved having sex with Gao Shi so much that she couldn't resist his sweet words and actually did it.

At that moment, through synesthesia, I witnessed all of this: Gao Shi, his soul returned to his original world, rushed to Li Xiuxiu's house, where Li Xiuxiu was also focused on
researching how to repair the Super Writing System. Gao Shi leaned against the French windows, gazing at the swirling snowflakes outside. He finally
explained the whole story to her. Li Xiuxiu understood Gao Shi's good intentions and his affection; her beautiful eyes inadvertently glanced at him.
So, Li Xiuxiu quietly walked over and gently lifted his chin with her finger. Gao Shi followed her touch, their eyes meeting. Li Xiuxiu looked incredibly beautiful and charming, like a young girl.

At that moment, Gao Shi was deeply moved. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he pulled Li Xiuxiu into his
arms. The scent of shower gel instantly filled their world. He held Li Xiuxiu close and whispered, "I was thinking about why you always look so beautiful and captivating when you're working.
"
Li Xiuxiu's body stiffened the moment Gao Shi touched her, especially after hearing his words. Her heart
pounded like a deer. "You're lying!" she cried, breaking free from his embrace and turning away.
"I'm just telling the truth." Gao Shi looked at Li Xiuxiu's turned face, which was flushed red. He
placed one hand on Li Xiuxiu's shoulder, the other hanging in mid-air, as if making a huge decision. With a turn, Li Xiuxiu kissed Gao Shi's full lips. Sweet breath wafted towards Gao Shi. He hugged Li Xiuxiu tightly, his hands roaming over her back, while Li Xiuxiu
clasped her hands around his neck. The kiss was so long that it almost suffocated them both.
Their lips parted, and Gao Shi looked at Li Xiuxiu tenderly, gently patting her shoulder and massaging
it, eliciting a shy gasp from her. Gao Shi could no longer resist and swept Li Xiuxiu up in his arms, carrying her into the room.

Gao Shi carried Li Xiuxiu into the room, and the two immediately lay down on the bed, kissing passionately. Gao Shi casually
unbuttoned Li Xiuxiu's suit jacket, one button at a time. Li Xiuxiu's hands didn't stop there, stroking his back through his clothes, sometimes slipping her hands inside his trousers, sometimes gripping his neck tightly and demanding
a passionate kiss. As he kissed her, Gao Shi used his hands to pull off Li Xiuxiu's suit jacket, then rubbed her breasts against her white shirt.
Her large breasts, as if not enough, were quickly stripped of their clothing, leaving her upper body only in a pink bra.

Even under the bra, her breasts were still squeezed, revealing large expanses of pale
skin. Gao Shi kissed his way down her lips, neck, and collarbone, his tongue wantonly tasting her flesh, finally reaching the area around her breasts,
where the whiteness was dazzling. He kneaded Li Xiuxiu's breasts with his hands while kissing her two peaks
. Under Gao Shi's kneading
and squeezing, the pink bra couldn't withstand his frenzied kneading and rubbing, revealing large expanses of snow-white, high breasts. Even the pink areolas and delicate, pert nipples were barely concealed. Seeing this, Gao Shi immediately sucked on
one of the bright red nipples. He sucked hard, sometimes like a baby, slurping it, sometimes using his tongue to circle around and press down on the nipple.
His right hand fully grasped her full, overflowing breasts, his fingers gently kneading her nipples, causing Li Xiuxiu to moan and gasp softly
.
Gao Shi, aroused, rubbed his cheek against Li Xiuxiu's pink breasts, his tongue still lightly swirling and
savoring them. Li Xiuxiu's pretty face flushed, she was completely intoxicated, her eyes half-closed, her brows slightly furrowed, her lower lip lightly biting, as if she were trying to suppress the waves of pleasure, and she let out faint moans. Then Gao Shi moved his hand to kiss Li Xiuxiu's cherry-like lips, gently probing inside, teasing her tongue.
At Li Xiuxiu's request, he removed his shirt, pressing his burning body beneath her.
His hands were not idle either; they moved behind Li Xiuxiu, unbuttoning her shirt, completely revealing her ample breasts
.
After leaving Li Xiuxiu's cherry-like lips, he once again took her nipple into his mouth. Even though Li Xiuxiu's heart was burning with desire, her mouth betrayed her
. Under Gao Shi's intense onslaught, Li Xiuxiu repeatedly stuck out her tongue and frantically licked the corners of her lips, her face flushed, making her look even more beautiful and alluring, arousing Gao Shi's desire.

Gao Shi quickly stripped off all his clothes, revealing his strong, muscular body and his thick, hard penis
standing proudly before her. Li Xiuxiu felt a mixture of joy and fear, wondering if she could withstand it. She couldn't help but timidly squeeze her thighs together. Seeing Li Xiuxiu's reaction, Gao Shi was even more aroused and immediately pounced on her. Their hot bodies
pressed tightly together without reservation.
Li Xiuxiu felt a thick, burning hot penis scorching her lower body, her heart pounding. Her mind went blank; all she wanted was to be with Zhang Zi as soon as possible. Her buttocks involuntarily thrust upwards,
rubbing against each other.
Gao Shi seized the opportunity, his penis forcing open Li Xiuxiu's overflowing vagina
. He thrust all the way in! "Ah—" Li Xiuxiu's face turned pale with pain, her hands gripping Gao Shi's back tightly. With each
thrust, she left marks of varying lengths on his back.
Gao Shi, immersed in the pleasure of sex, was unaware of the minor pains. Instead, he was experiencing the long-awaited desire, his hips thrusting wildly and recklessly.

Li Xiuxiu couldn't help but sob softly; her delicate body couldn't withstand Gao Shi's onslaught. A dozen minutes later, Li Xiuxiu surprisingly felt a slight soreness amidst the pain and slowly began to respond. She clamped her legs around Gao Shi's buttocks and thrust herself inside him, gradually losing
herself in wave after wave of climax.

Half an hour later, Li Xiuxiu lay breathless in Gao Shi's arms, her face flushed and looking incredibly
endearing.

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