Nightfall Chapter 94: The first door to that world

Chapter 94 The first door to that world

At this moment, her eyes lit up slightly, her frowning brows spread out, and she calmly looked at the direction of the stairs, but did not expect that it was not the student who appeared at the stairs, but another frivolous eyebrow. Young students.

Chu Youxian walked upstairs nervously. He fainted once upstairs and heard countless painful experiences of his classmates. He also knew that even characters like Xie Chengyun saw vomiting blood at night. All kinds of rumors made the books upstairs as terrifying as the devil of the underworld in his heart. The panic was extreme.

Walking to the east window, he bowed timidly and said something respectfully to the female professor.

The female professor frowned slightly, looked at him and smiled calmly and said: "I was sick... and even thinking about telling me, this kid is really gentle and polite, so you can tell him to recuperate for me. "

Xie Chengyun, the third son of the Southern Jin Dynasty Xie Chengyun, has given up the penance of going upstairs to study. Now someone takes sick leave again, so the clean old second floor becomes quieter and quieter. No one has come up again for several days, female The professor had already adapted to this quietness, lowered his head and traced his lower letters, the spring breeze blowing from the east window to the west window, the flowers and trees outside the building shook.

But someone didn't know that the guy took sick leave.

In the middle of the night, the stars hung on the tops of the night forest, scattered into the old interior, sprinkled a burst of silver frost on the wooden floor, and the intricate carvings on the bookshelf at the end suddenly brightened and disappeared, and then slipped silently Opening, Chen Pipi squeezed out with great difficulty, holding a wet towel in his hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead, slowly walking to the book shelf.

The fat finger accurately placed the thin book in it, and then took it out. Chen Pipi flipped through it, and found that the piece of paper he was holding in the book was still there. No one had touched it or left it. After reading any text, he turned his eyelids, and muttered angrily: "How many days have you seen this? Why haven't you read it? This genius did not hesitate to disobey the rules of the academy to teach you the teachings and karma, so you dare not cherish it!" /

This is a bit weird and interesting.

Chen Pipi has always demanded himself by the standards of genius, and he thinks that geniuses always have to behave differently: for example, the big brother always has a nasty smile on his face, and he loves to drink the life in the lake and the stream. Shui, the second brother always wears that weird tall hat. When he sees the female students in the college, he will give each other a few psychology classes very seriously, and the teacher has more quirks... so he always wants to do something genius should do Do things that can be written into the black history of the academy and wild foxes in the world in the future, such as violating the rules of the academy and pointing to a poor person, writing a few words and rewriting someone's life process without paying attention.

Since it was a sudden impulse, he naturally didn't care too much. He wrote a few comments on "The First Exploration of Qihai Snow Mountain" on that thin piece of paper. Can the poor man be enlightened? , Was not the focus of his consideration, but when he watched the response with great interest the next night, he found that the servant did not respond in a few words. This matter became a little different, and he became very serious.

In the early morning when the spring rain stopped, Ning Que’s fever subsided, but under Sangsang’s sometimes awkward gaze, he unsurprisingly lost countless times to his little maid. Please ask the carriage to go. The person at Ann informed Chu Youxian and asked him to take five days of sick leave from the college on his behalf.

Every day fried egg noodles, hot and sour noodles, chicken stewed with potatoes, eaten round, not allowed to touch pen, ink, paper and inkstone to hurt your mind, not to sharpen knives to hurt your body, not to go to the red sleeves to drink and relax, only allowed to sit in the armchair Li hid on the plank bed to cultivate his body and meditate. After these five days, Ning Que’s pale cheeks had already turned red, no longer the haggardness of the previous days, and even his cheeks were slightly bulged, slightly rounded and slightly rounded. lovely.

"If you eat hot and sour noodles again, you will really vomit."

He resolutely pushed aside the ocean bowl in front of him, and regardless of Sangsang's gaze, he took two steamed buns from her bowl, took two chopsticks and pickled green cabbage heads in vinegar, and screamed with her remaining half bowl of porridge. After hula la, I stood up and walked out of the shop, saying: "There is still that night, and if you eat chicken and potatoes, don't blame the young master for running away from home."

Sangsang picked up his hot and sour noodles without moving his chopsticks, and looked at the thin slices of beef floating on the noodle soup, thinking that there is such a good thing to eat, what do you dislike? You must be in Weicheng Can you eat noodles besides beef?

The carriages that have been chartered by the college students for a long time in the carriages will be branded with the college-specific logo in a conspicuous position. Of course, this must have relevant documents for qualification certification. Ning Que sits in the carriage and relies on this logo extremely easily Pass the south gate of Chang'an city and drive along the official road to the academy under the southern mountain.

At this time, the genius was just getting bright.

When you arrive at the college and enter the bookstore, it is inevitable that you will be disturbed. No matter whether you are familiar with it or not, when you see your classmates who have finished sick leave and resume classes, the students will always come up with a few words of concern. Ning lack of patience is good. While chatting casually, the eyes were looking at the expressions of everyone, and found that in addition to Chu Youxian's extremely concerned, the caring look in the eyes of Miss Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai was also extremely real.

Today's main class is calligraphy, which is about the context of the poetry and literature of the Southern Jin Dynasty and the appreciation of various styles. Ning Que is very good at calligraphy and rubbings. According to theory, he should be extremely interested in poetry and the like, but for some reason, whether it is in his past or present life, he is happy when he looks at the ink characters, and feels bored when he looks at the poetry composed of ink characters , So this class is also lack of interest in listening, when the bell rings, politely answered a few words of teaching, he preemptively walked out of the bookstore and walked towards the kitchen hall.

It’s still lunch for two people, or three walks by the wetland. The college students who silently watched his movements couldn’t help but be amazed, thinking that thanks to the third son, he vomited blood all night and broke the mind of going upstairs. And this The guy named Ning Que was seriously ill and 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 have 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 lunatic, and said: "Don't you vomit enough?"

"You get used to it."

Ning Que replied with a smile. After saying these words, he was slightly startled, and he felt how familiar with the answer, 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, but sorted out his black towel academic robe, calmly walked to the east window, and respected the female professor next to the case. Salute and say softly: "The student is back."

The female professor slowly raised her head, looked at him and said: "Can the body support it?"

"Can hold it." Ning Que touched his fat cheek, and said: "Mr. Laobo is worried, the students are in trouble."

"I didn't worry 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 being quiet, there is someone quietly staying beside me. Not bad."

Ning Que smiled and said, "Students try to stay upstairs for more time."

The female professor smiled and nodded, and waved for him to help himself.

Ning Que turned around and left. He walked to the bookshelf and pulled out the thin booklet without looking at it. He was already familiar with the location of this booklet. He just walked upstairs, even if Blindfolded his eyes, he can find it accurately, but unfortunately he still doesn't remember the content that should have been familiar to his heart.

With a light sigh in his heart, he opened the book "A Preliminary Exploration of the Sea of ​​Air and Snow Mountain", and when he saw the thin paper he was holding in it, he pulled it out, knowing that he should have read it before going downstairs last time. When he got here, he just knew that this kind of cleverness didn't make any sense, because this booklet was always the first page for him.

Suddenly, his brows frowned slightly, and he picked up the thin paper and looked out the window with some doubts. He found a dense black ink on the back of the paper, wondering where he wrote so many words last time?

Turning over the paper and looking to the back, I saw that the back of the paper was filled with words in tiny small letters. Although the person who left the words used tiny small letters that were very disciplined and subtle, it was strangely rice-like. Between the large and small handwritings, the strokes are magnanimous and light, and there is a lot of arrogance.

Ning Que looked at the ink writing on the back of the paper in surprise, and then silently read the words left by the man in his heart.

"Poor fellow, don't believe that mountains are not mountains... of course objectively existing things are true. For example, the handwriting in this book is more real than my pride and conceit at this time."

"It’s just that when the word "Paper Dang" reflects the spring light outside the window, it is reflected in your eyes that do not know whether it is big or small, and then by you... The spring light reflected on the paper is already an explanation, and you see it again It's a... the objective reality of things is like a naked beauty... And when you look at her fascinatingly, think about how beautiful she is, and want to go to her... No matter she is the saint of Dahe Country The female is still Ye Hongyu in Xiling Temple..."

The warm spring breeze flicked inside and outside the building, the afternoon sun began to walk on the golden ruddy road, and the male insects bathed in the red clouds began to scream loudly, flap their wings and squeeze the airbags Through the wings and sound waves of the wind, he shows his strength and desire to the opposite sex. Occasionally, when the wind is stronger, the call in the forest and grass will suddenly stop. In the ears of these strong male insects, the sound of the wind is probably like thunder. As terrible.

Next to the bookshelf in the building, Ning Que stared at the words on the paper blankly, unable to move for a long time like a statue. Those teeny small letters exploded like thunders in his brain, constantly buzzing.

After a moment, he opened the thin book of "A Preliminary Exploration of the Qihai Snow Mountain" with slightly trembling fingers, glanced away from the paper, and his chest began to rise and fall with unstoppable excitement, passing the text on the paper Help, although he still can't know what is behind the door, he finally knows where the door is.