Nightfall

At this moment, her eyes were slightly bright, her brows were scattered, and she looked calmly at the stairway, but she did not expect that the student who appeared on the stairway was not the student, but another young student with a frowning eye.

Chu Youxian is very nervous and goes upstairs. He once fainted upstairs in the past, heard of countless painful experiences of his classmates, and even know that even people like Xie Chengyun saw vomiting blood at night, and all kinds of rumors made the books upstairs in his heart like the Underworld devil. Panic reached the extreme.

Walking to the east window, he sang a deep sorrow and said a word to the female professor.

The female professor frowned slightly and looked at him calmly and said: “I was sick… I still want to say to me, this child’s temperament is really gentle and polite, you tell me that he is safe and sick.”

Southern Jin Third Young Master Xie Xie Chengyun has given up the hard work of going to school, and now someone has taken sick leave, so the clean Old Book Library 2-Layer has become more and more quiet, no one has come up for several days. The female professor has already adapted to this kind of quietness, and she looks down at her own little cockroaches. The spring breeze blows from the east window to the west window, and the flower trees outside the building sway.

But some people don’t know that the guy has taken sick leave.

In the middle of the night, the stars hang in the tip of the night forest, scattered into the Old Book Library, sprinkled a silver frost on the wooden floor, and the complex carvings engraved on the bookshelf at the end of the book suddenly stunned and then slipped silently. Chen Pipi squeezed out extremely hard, holding a wet towel in his hand and wiping the sweat from his forehead, slowly moving to the front of the bookshelf.

The thin book in the exact location of the obese finger was taken out, and Chen Pipi flipped it over and found that the sheet of paper he was in the book was still there, no one moved, no one left any The text, not turned over by the eyelids, whispered angrily: “How many days have you been? How have you not seen it? This day, you will not hesitate to defy the rules of the Academy to teach you the truth, you dare not cherish it!”

This is a bit of a wonderful thing to say.

Chen Pipi has always demanded himself with genius standards, and he believes that geniuses always have something different to do: For example, First Senior Brother always has a hateful smile on his face, and he loves to drink the raw water in the lake. Second Senior Brother always wears the grotesque hat. When she sees the female student in Academy, she will give the other party a very serious psychological class, and the teacher’s quirks are more…so he always wants to do some geniuses. Things, do some things in the future can be written into the Academy of Black History, the world of wild fox meditation, such as violating the Academy rules to point out a poor person, he does not care to write a few words at will to rewrite someone’s life process and so on.

Since it was a sudden impulse, naturally it wouldn’t be too careless. He wrote a few paragraphs on the thin paper about the “Ocean of Qi Mountain of Snow”, can the poor person be spotted? It was not the focus of his consideration. However, when he responded with great interest in the second night, he found that he did not give a response in a few words. This thing became a little different, and he became very serious.

………… When the spring rain stopped in the early morning, the burning of Ning Que was retired, but in Sang Sang’s sometimes squinting eyes, he unexpectedly lost to his little maid for countless times, please Horse. The person who drove the carriage informed Chu Youxian that he had asked for five days of sick leave on the Academy.

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“If you eat sour noodles, you really have to vomit.”

He firmly pushed open the sea bowl in front of him. Regardless of Sang Sang’s gaze, he took two hoes from her bowl, sandwiched two chopsticks, vinegar and green vegetables, and left her half bowl of porridge hu hu. After eating, I stood up and walked outside the shop and said, “There is still a night at the end of the meal, and then eat the chicken and smash the 咕捅鸸 咕捅鸸 咕捅鸸 僖 僖 僖 ! !!

Sang Sang picked up the hot and sour noodles that he didn’t move with a chopstick. He looked at the thin slices of beef floating on the soup. He thought that there was such a good thing to eat and you still disliked what to do, at Wei City. Can you eat noodles other than beef?

The Horse-drawn Carriage, which has been rented by Academy students for a long time, will be branded with the unique logo of the Academy in a conspicuous position. Of course, this must be certified by the relevant document. Ning Que sits on the Horse-drawn Carriage and relies on this logo. It is extremely easy to pass the Chang An City South Gate and follow the official road to the Academy under the southern mountain.

At this time, the genius is just bright.

It’s inevitable that the Academy will enter the bookstore. It’s inevitable that if you are familiar with it, you will see the classmates returning to the sick leave and repeat the class. The students will always come up with a few words. Ning Que has good patience, and the group’s eyebrows smile and chat with everyone. The bottom of the eye was looking at the expression of everyone, and found that in addition to Chu Youxian Yin is really extremely concerned, the care of the eyes of Miss Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai is also very true.

Today’s class is the Writing branch of study, which is about the Southern Jin poetry context and the appreciation of the styles. Ning Que is a good calligraphy inscription. According to the theory, I should be very interested in poetry and so on. But I don’t know why, whether it is past life or this life, he looks at those ink words and he is happy. Looking at the poems composed of ink characters is boring. Therefore, this class is also lacking in interest. When the bell rings, the courtesy should teach a few words, and then walk out of the bookstore and walk to the stove.

Or a lunch for two, or a walk around the wetland for three laps, the Academy students who watched his movements silently couldn’t help clicking the one’s tongue in wonder, thinking that Third Young Master Xie vomited blood overnight and broke the mind of the building. The guy named Ning Que returned to the Academy a few days after being seriously ill, as if nothing had happened.

At the door of the Old Book Library, Chu Youxian looked at his face with concern and said, “You still have to go upstairs?”

“Yeah.” Ning Que replied: “I have been delayed for a few days, I have to hurry.”

Chu Youxian shook his head helplessly, looked at him like a madman and said, “Don’t you spit enough?”

“Spit, spit, get used to it.”

Ning Que replied with a smile. After finishing this sentence, he was slightly startled, and felt that this answer was so familiar, especially the last sentence he said, as if he had heard or seen it.

On the second floor, he did not rush to the bookshelf to find the thin book, but to sort out the black towel academic gown, calmly walked to the east window, respectfully bowed to the female professor next to the case, softly Said: “The student is back.”

The female professor slowly raises one’s head and looks at him and says, “Can the body still hold?”

“Supported.” Ning Que touched his slightly fat cheek and said: “Mr. Lao Fan is worried, the students are not willing to go.”

“I didn’t worry about anything.” The female professor smiled and said: “It’s just that I have copied seven years of books on this floor. Although I am used to being quiet, there is a personal peaceful stay with me. It feels good.”

Ning Que smiled and said: “Students try to stay upstairs for a little longer.”

The female professor smiled nodded and waved his hand.

Ning Que turned around and left, went to the bookshelf and looked at it without looking at it. He took out the thin booklet. He was already familiar with the position of the book, as long as he went upstairs, even if he took him. His eyes are blindfolded, and he can find it accurately. Unfortunately, the content that should be familiar with the heart is still not remembered.

Gently sighed in his heart, he opened the book “Ocean of Qi Mountain of Snow” and saw that the thin piece of paper that he was inside was drawn out, knowing that he should have seen it before going downstairs last time. It’s here, but he knows that this little clever doesn’t make any sense, because this booklet is always the first page for him.

Suddenly, his brows picked up slightly, and some doubtfully picked up the thin paper and looked out the window. He found a piece of densely packed black ink behind the paper, thinking about where he wrote so many words last time?

Turning over the paper and looking to the back, I saw the words on the back of the paper filled with words. The person who kept the words used a very small and meticulous little trick, but it was wonderfully written in the size of rice. The strokes are actually swaying and swaying, and there is a lot of arrogance.

Ning Que was surprised to see the ink on the back of the paper, and then silently read the words left by the man in his heart.

“Poor guy, don’t believe what the mountains are not mountains… The things that exist objectively are of course true. For example, the writings in this book are more real than my pride at this time.”

“Just when this paper reflects the spring light outside the window, it is reflected in the eyes that you don’t know is big or small, and then you are… the spring is reflected on the paper. It is an explanation. You see it is another… …the objective reality of things is like a naked beauty… and when you look at her in obsessiveness, think about how beautiful she is, when she wants to go to her…whether she is the saintess of River Country or West Ling Ye Hongyu in Divine Palace….”

The warm spring breeze swayed outside the building, and the afternoon sun began to walk toward the golden rosy path. The male insects bathed in the red glow began to scream loudly, flapping their wings and squeezing the airbag. The wings of the wind and the sound waves show their strength and desire to the opposite sex. When the wind is louder, the tweets in the forest will suddenly stop. In the ears of these strong male insects, the wind is probably terrifying like thunder.

Next to the bookshelf in the building, Ning Que looked at the words on the paper, like a statue, and couldn’t move for a long time. The flies were like each and everyone, and the thunder burst in his brain.

After a few moments, he opened the thin “Ocean of Qi Mountain of Snow” with a slightly trembling finger, and his eyes were removed from the book, and the chest began to be unstoppable and excited, through the sheet of paper. Text help, although he still can’t know what is behind the door, but finally knows where the door is.

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(To be continued)