At this moment, her eyes lit up slightly, her frown dispersed, and she looked calmly in the direction of the stairs, but she did not expect that the person who appeared at the stairs was not that student, but another young student with frivolous eyebrows.
Chu Youxian walked upstairs very nervously. He once fainted upstairs. He had heard about countless tragic experiences of his classmates. He also knew that even people like Xie Chengyun were seen vomiting blood at night. All kinds of rumors made the books upstairs in his mind.
My heart was as scary as the devil in the underworld, and I was extremely panicked.
Walking to the east window, he timidly bowed deeply and said a word of respect to the female professor.
The female professor frowned slightly, looked at him and said with a calm smile: "It turns out that he is sick... and he actually wanted to tell me. This child has a really gentle and polite temperament. Just tell him to rest in peace and recuperate for me."
Xie Chengyun, the third son of the Southern Jin Dynasty, had given up the hard work of going upstairs to study. Now someone asked for sick leave again, so the clean old second floor became even quieter. No one came up for several days in a row. The female professor had already adapted.
Feeling this kind of tranquility, I lowered my head and traced my regular script. The spring breeze blew from the east window to the west window, and the flowers and trees outside the building swayed.
But one person didn't know that guy called in sick.
Late at night, stars hang on the tips of the night forest, scattering into the old interior, sprinkling a burst of silver frost on the wooden floor. The complicated carvings on the row of bookshelves at the end suddenly light up and disappear, and then slide away silently.
He squeezed out the skin with great difficulty, holding a wet towel in his hand and wiping the sweat from his forehead, and walked slowly to the bookshelf.
His fat fingers accurately pointed at the thin book, and then took it out. Chen Pipi flipped through it casually, and found that the piece of paper he had sandwiched in the book was still there. No one had touched it, and no one had left any words.
, couldn't help rolling his eyelids, and muttered in an annoyed voice: "How many days has it been? Why haven't you seen it yet? This genius is willing to defy the rules of the academy to teach you, teach you, and solve your doubts. How dare you not cherish it like this!"
This thing sounds strange and interesting.
Chen Pipi has always held himself to the standard of genius, and he believes that geniuses always have some unique behavior styles: for example, the senior brother always has a cute smile on his face, and he likes to drink raw water from lakes and streams.
The senior brother always wears that weird-looking high hat. When he sees a female student in the academy, he will give her a few psychology lessons in a very serious manner. The teacher has more quirks... so he always wants to do something that a genius should do.
Do something that can be written into the dark history of the academy and the world's wild foxes in the future, such as violating the academy's rules and giving advice to a poor person, writing a few words without caring and rewriting the course of someone's life, etc.
Since it was a sudden impulse, he naturally didn't care too much. He wrote a few comments about "A Preliminary Exploration of Qihai Snow Mountain" on the thin paper. Whether the poor man could be enlightened or not was not
He was thinking about the main point. However, when he looked at the response with great interest the next night, he found that the guy did not give a single word in response. This matter became a little different, and he became very serious.
When the spring rain stopped that morning, Ning Que's fever subsided. However, under Sang Sang's sometimes tender and sometimes fierce gaze, he was defeated by his little maid for the umpteenth time without any surprise. He asked the carriage dealer to notify him.
Chu Youxian asked him to take five days of sick leave from the college on his behalf.
Omelette noodles, hot and sour noodles, chicken, stewed potatoes, etc. were eaten in turn every day. They were not allowed to touch pens, inks, paper and inkstones to hurt their nerves. After five days of resting and meditating on the bed, Ning Que's pale cheeks had already turned red, and he was no longer as haggard as he had been in the past few days. His cheeks were even slightly bulging, and they looked a little cute with their slight elasticity and roundness.
"If I eat hot and sour noodles again, I will really throw up."
He resolutely pushed away the big bowl in front of him, ignored Sangsang's offensive gaze, took two steamed buns from her bowl, picked up some green cabbage heads in vinegar with two chopsticks, and ate the remaining half bowl of porridge with her. After he finished, he stood up and walked out of the shop, saying: "There's still the evening meal. Let's eat chicken stewed with potatoes. Don't blame the young master for running away from home."
Sang Sang picked up the hot and sour noodles that he had not touched with his chopsticks, looked at the thin slices of beef floating on the noodle soup, and thought to himself, what else do you dislike when you have such good food? Can you eat beef with noodles?
The carriages chartered by academy students for a long time in the carriage and horse shop will be branded with the unique logo of the academy in a conspicuous position. Of course, this must have relevant documents for qualification certification. Ning Que sat in the carriage and relied on this logo to pass through the south of Chang'an City with great ease. Gate, and drive along the official road to the academy at the foot of the mountain in the south.
At this time, the genius was just beginning to dawn.
When you arrive at the academy and enter the library, it is natural that there will be a lot of noise. Regardless of whether they are familiar with each other, when they see their classmates returning to class after returning from sick leave, the students always come up to express their concern. Ning Que is very patient, and they clasp their hands and smile with everyone, chatting casually with everyone. , but he was looking at everyone's expressions with his eyes, and found that in addition to Chu Youxian who was indeed extremely concerned, the caring look in the eyes of Miss Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai was also extremely genuine.
Today's main class is calligraphy, which talks about the context of Southern Jin poetry and the appreciation of the styles of various schools. Ning Que is very fond of calligraphy and inscriptions. According to theory, he should be very interested in poetry and the like, but for some reason, whether in his past life or this life, He felt happy when he looked at those ink words, but felt bored when he looked at the poems composed of those ink words, so he was not interested in listening to the class. When the dismissal bell rang, he politely said a few words to the teacher, and then walked out first. The study room walked towards the kitchen hall.
It was still lunch for two, and he still walked three times by the wetland. The academy students who were silently paying attention to his movements couldn't help but marveled, thinking that Mr. Xie gave up his intention to climb the stairs after vomiting blood overnight, and this was Ning Que. A guy who was seriously ill returned to the academy a few days later, as if nothing had happened.
At the old door, Chu Youxian looked at his face with concern and said, "You still want to go upstairs?"
"Yes." Ning Que replied: "It has been delayed for several days. I have to hurry up."
Chu Youxian shook his head helplessly, looked at him like a madman, and said, "Have you not vomited enough?"
"I just got used to it after I puked and puked."
Ning Que replied with a smile. After saying this, he was slightly startled. He felt that the answer was so familiar, especially the last sentence he said, as if he had heard or seen it somewhere.
Walking up to the second floor, he did not rush to the bookshelf to find the thin book. Instead, he straightened his black scarf academic robe, calmly walked to the east window, saluted respectfully to the female professor beside the case, and whispered Said: "The students are back."
The female professor slowly raised her head, looked at him and said, "Can your body still hold on?"
"You can hold on." Ning Que touched his chubby cheek and said, "Mr. Trouble is worried, and the student will feel sorry for himself."
"I'm not worried about anything." The female professor smiled and said, "It's just that I have been copying books upstairs for seven years. Although I am used to silence, it feels good to have someone quietly by my side."
Ning Que smiled and said, "Students try to stay upstairs as long as possible."
The female professor smiled and nodded, waving her hand for him to help himself.
Ning Que clasped his hands and turned to leave. He walked to the bookshelf and pulled out the thin booklet without looking at it. He was already familiar with the location of the book. As long as he walked upstairs, even if he put his
Even with his eyes blindfolded, he could find it accurately, but it was a pity that he still didn't remember the contents at all, which he should be familiar with.
Sighing softly in his heart, he opened the book "A Preliminary Exploration of Qi Sea and Snow Mountain". When he saw the piece of tissue paper he had sandwiched inside, he took it out. He knew that he should have seen this place before going downstairs last time.
, but he knew that this little cleverness meant nothing, because for him, this thin book would always be the first page.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he picked up the piece of tissue paper and looked out the window with some confusion. He found a dense black ink mark on the back of the paper, and wondered where he had written so many words last time.
Turning over the paper and looking at the back, I saw that the back of the paper was filled with words written in small regular script. Although the person who left the words used small regular script that was very particular about rules and details, what was amazing was that the handwriting was as big as a grain of rice.
The strokes between them are open and light, with a strong and arrogant air.
Ning Que looked at the ink words on the back of the paper in surprise, and then silently read out the words left by the man in his heart.
"Poor guy, don't believe that a mountain is not a mountain... Of course, objectively existing things are real. For example, the words on this book are more real than my pride and conceit at this time."
"It's just that the words "Dang" on this piece of paper reflect the spring light outside the window, and are reflected in your eyes that don't know whether they are big or small, and then by you... the spring light reflected on the paper is already an explanation, and when you see it, it is another...
...The objective reality of things is like a naked beauty...and when you look at her lustfully, think about how beautiful she is, and want to have sex with her...whether she is a saint from the River Kingdom or Xiling
Ye Hongyu in the temple..."
The warm spring breeze blew gently inside and outside the building, and the afternoon sun began to move towards the golden and ruddy road. The male insects bathed in the red glow began to chirp loudly, flap their wings, squeeze their air bags, and use the
The wings and sound waves of the wind show one's strength and desire to the opposite sex. Occasionally when the wind gets stronger, the chirping in the forest and grass will suddenly stop. In the ears of these strong male insects, the sound of the wind is probably as scary as thunder.
Next to the bookshelf in the building, Ning Que stared blankly at the words on the paper, unable to move for a long time like a statue. Those small regular scripts were like thunder exploding in his mind, buzzing continuously.
After a moment, he opened the thin book "A Preliminary Exploration of the Qi Sea and Snow Mountains" with slightly trembling fingers. His eyes glanced at the book and then moved away. His chest began to rise and fall with uncontrollable excitement. With the help of the words on the paper, although
He still couldn't figure out what was behind that door, but he finally knew where it was.