At this moment, her eyes slightly brightened and her slightly frowning brows relaxed. She calmly looked in the direction of the staircase, but she did not expect that it was not that student who appeared at the staircase, but another young student with frivolous eyebrows and eyes.
Chu Youxian nervously walked upstairs. He had fainted once upstairs and heard of the countless painful experiences of his classmates. He also knew that even a person like Xie Chengyun vomited blood at night. All kinds of rumors made the book upstairs as terrible as the devil in the Underworld in his heart, and he was extremely flustered.
Walking to the east window, he shyly bowed deeply and respectfully said something to the female professor.
The female professor slightly frowned and looked at him calmly. She calmly smiled and said, "It turns out that he is sick … and he even thought of telling me. This child is really gentle and polite. Please tell him to rest in peace for me."
Xie Chengyun, the third young master of the Xie family in South Jin Kingdom, had given up going upstairs to study hard. Now that someone had asked for sick leave, the second floor of the old library became quieter and quieter. No one came up for several days. The female professor had already adapted to the quietness and lowered her head to write her small regular script. The spring breeze blew from the east window to the west window, and the flowering trees outside the building swayed.
But someone did not know that the guy had asked for sick leave.
Late at night, the stars hung in the night forest and scattered into the old library, sprinkling a silver frost on the wooden floor. The complicated carvings on the bookshelf at the end of the row suddenly brightened and dimmed, and then quietly slid away. Chen Pipi squeezed out with great difficulty and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead with a wet towel in his hand. He slowly walked to the bookshelf.
His fat fingers accurately pointed at the thin book and then took it out. Chen Pipi casually flipped through it and found that the piece of paper he had put in the book was still there. No one had touched it or left any words. He could not help but roll his eyes and murmured angrily in a low voice, "How many days has it been? Why haven't you read it? I, a genius, did not hesitate to violate the Academy's rules to teach you and solve your doubts. How dare you be so ungrateful! "
This matter was a little strange and interesting.
Chen Pipi had always held himself to the standard of a genius, and he thought that all geniuses had to have a different way of doing things. For example, the Eldest Brother always had a nasty smile on his face and liked to drink water from lakes and streams; the Second Brother always wore a weird hat and would give the female students in the Academy a few psychological lessons with extreme seriousness; and the Headmaster had even more eccentricities … So he always wanted to do things that geniuses should do, things that could be written into the dark history of the Academy in the future, such as breaking the rules of the Academy to guide a poor person, or casually changing the course of someone's life with a few words, and so on.
Since it was a sudden impulse, he didn't care too much about it. He wrote a few paragraphs about "A Preliminary Exploration of Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow" on the thin paper. Whether the poor man could be enlightened or not was not his main concern. However, when he came to see the response excitedly the next night, he found that the guy didn't give a response. This matter became a little different, and he became very serious.
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When the spring rain stopped that morning, Ning Que's fever was gone. But under Sangsang's sometimes pitiful and sometimes fierce gaze, he lost to his little handmaiden countless times. He asked the carriage company to inform Chu Youxian to ask for a five-day sick leave from the Academy on his behalf.
He was allowed to eat fried egg noodles, hot and sour noodles, chicken stew and potatoes every day. He was not allowed to touch the brush, ink, paper and inkstone, to hurt his spirit, to sharpen his knife, to hurt his body, and to drink at the House of Red Sleeves. He was only allowed to sit in the armchair and hide on the wooden bed to rest and cultivate his spirit. After five days, Ning Que's pale cheeks had already become rosy, and he was no longer as haggard as before. Even his cheeks were slightly puffed up, which made him look a little cute.
"If I eat hot and sour noodles again, I'll really throw up."
He resolutely pushed away the big bowl in front of him, ignoring Sangsang's offensive gaze. He took two steamed buns from her bowl, picked up two cabbage heads with his chopsticks, and ate the remaining half bowl of porridge. He stood up and walked out of the shop, saying, "If I eat chicken stew and potatoes again, don't blame me for running away from home."
Sangsang picked up the hot and sour noodles that he hadn't touched at all, and looked at the thin pieces of beef floating on the noodle soup. She thought to herself, "Why do you still dislike such good food? If you were in the City of Wei, could you eat noodles other than beef?"
The carriages in the carriage company that were rented by the Academy students for a long time would be branded with the unique logo of the Academy in a conspicuous position. Of course, there must be relevant documents for certification. Sitting in the carriage, Ning Que easily passed through the South Gate of Chang 'an with this logo, and drove along the official road to the Academy at the foot of the mountain in the south.
At this time, the sky was just beginning to brighten.
When they arrived at the Academy and entered the study room, it was inevitable that there would be a lot of noise. Whether they were familiar with each other or not, seeing that their classmate had ended his sick leave and returned to class, the students would always come up to him with a few words of concern. Ning Que was quite patient, and he casually chatted with everyone with a smile on his face, but his eyes were looking at everyone's expression. He found that in addition to Chu Youxian's concern, Miss Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai's concern was also very real.
Today's main class was calligraphy, and it was about the South Jin Kingdom's poetry and the appreciation of various styles. Ning Que was fond of calligraphy and stone inscriptions, and in theory, he should be very interested in poetry. But for some reason, whether it was in his previous life or this life, he felt happy when he saw the ink characters, and bored when he saw the poems formed by the ink characters. Therefore, he naturally lost interest in this class. When the bell rang, he politely said a few words to the tutor, and rushed out of the study room to the kitchen.
It was still a lunch for two, and he still took three laps by the wetland. Those Academy students who were quietly watching him could not help but click their tongues in wonder. They thought that Xie III vomited blood all night and gave up the idea of going upstairs, while Ning Que returned to the Academy after being seriously ill for a few days, as if nothing had happened.
At the door of the old library, Chu Youxian looked at his face with concern, and said, "You still want to go upstairs?"
"Yes." Ning Que answered, "It has been delayed for a few days, I have to hurry up."
Chu Youxian shook his head helplessly, and looked at him as if he was looking at a madman, and said, "Haven't you vomited enough?"
"I'll get used to it after vomiting."
Ning Que answered with a smile. After saying this, he was slightly startled, and felt that this answer was so familiar, especially the last sentence that he said, as if he had heard or seen it somewhere before.
Walking up to the second floor, he did not rush to the bookshelf to find the thin book, but instead tidied up his black scarf and robe, and walked to the east window, respectfully bowing to the female professor beside the desk, and said softly, "I'm back."
The female professor slowly raised her head, looked at him, and said, "Can your body still hold up?"
"Yes." Ning Que touched his slightly plump cheeks, and said, "I'm sorry for troubling you."
"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'm used to the quietness, it feels good to have someone beside me quietly."
Ning Que smiled, and said, "I'll try my best to stay upstairs for a few more days."
The female professor smiled and nodded, and waved her hand to indicate that he could do as he pleased.
Ning Que cupped his hands in front of his chest and turned to leave. He walked to the bookshelf and pulled out the thin booklet without even looking at it. He had already memorized the position of the booklet by heart. As long as he walked upstairs, he could find it accurately even if his eyes were blindfolded. It was a pity that he still did not remember the content that he should have memorized by heart.
He sighed softly in his heart, and opened the book "A Preliminary Exploration of Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow". He saw the thin piece of paper in it, and took it out. He knew that he should have seen it before he went downstairs last time, but he knew that this little trick was meaningless, because this would always be the first page of the book for him.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly. He picked up the thin piece of paper with some doubt and looked out the window. He found that the back of the paper was densely packed with ink. He wondered where he had written so many words the last time he was here.
He turned over the paper and looked at the back of the paper, and saw that the back of the paper was full of words written in small regular script. Although the person who left the words was very particular about rules and details, it was very strange that the strokes of the words, which were the size of rice grains, were open and smooth, with a strong sense of arrogance.
Ning Que looked at the words on the back of the paper in surprise, and then silently read the words left by the person in his heart.
"Poor guy, don't believe that the mountain is not a mountain when you see it … Of course, the things that exist objectively are real. For example, the words on this book are more real than my arrogance and conceit."
"It's just that when the paper and the words reflect the spring sunshine outside the window and into your eyes, and then you … The spring sunshine reflected on the paper is already an explanation, and when you see it with your eyes, it is another explanation … The objective reality of things is like a naked beauty … When you look at her lustfully, think about how beautiful she is, and want to sleep with her … It doesn't matter if she is the Saintess of the Great River Kingdom or Ye Hongyu of the West-Hill Divine Palace …"
The warm spring breeze blew inside and outside the building, and the afternoon sun began to turn golden and ruddy. Those male insects bathed in the red clouds began to sing loudly, flapping their wings and squeezing their air sacs, showing their strength and desire to the opposite sex with the wings and sound waves of the wind. Occasionally, when the wind was stronger, the singing in the forest and grass would suddenly stop. In the ears of these strong male insects, the sound of the wind was probably as terrible as the sound of thunder.
Next to the bookshelf in the building, Ning Que stared at the words on the paper in a daze. He was like a statue, unable to move for a long time. Those tiny characters were like thunder exploding in his head, buzzing incessantly.
After a while, he opened the thin book "A Preliminary Exploration of Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow" with his slightly trembling fingers. He glanced at the book and then moved his eyes away. His chest began to rise and fall with irrepressible excitement. With the help of the words on the paper, although he still couldn't know what was behind the door, he finally knew where the door was.
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