Nightfall Chapter 87: There is paper in the book, I don’t know what to say

Chapter 87 contains paper in the book, I don’t know what to say

The blue curtain carriage slowly moved away along the stone path by the wetland. The seemingly flat stone slabs were bumpy, the soles were not easy to slip on the top, but the hard wheels would be extremely violent. In the carriage, Li Yu, the fourth princess of the Tang Dynasty, was in a daze with her jaw supported. She was a little upset by the top, so she realized that Ning Que was disgusting.

She came to the college today not for other things, but to see Ning Que.

She wanted to see what this young boy who once accompanied her back from the grassland looked like now. She wanted to know what was special about the guy who refused to solicit by herself at first, but ended up killing the guy who fell into the eyes of Xu Chongshan's law after the Chunfeng Pavilion's old dynasty.

The most direct reason is: two freshmen in the academy joined the second floor of the old for more than ten days for anger. This strange incident has been spread out of the academy and passed into her ears. One of the freshmen is Ning. Lack, reminiscent of the old Lu Qingchen's comments, she could no longer suppress the curiosity in her heart, and decided to take a look.

At first sight, it was still that ordinary, childish and clean face, there were still so few freckles, and the shallow dimples were still in that place, but the face was much paler than before and looked extremely unhealthy.

I don’t know why, looking at Ning Que’s pale face, looking at the stubborn and ironic expression on her face, she was a little annoyed. If it weren’t for Zhong Dajun’s cynicism and irritation, she might not speak at all. Call him over.

Ning Que walked towards Jiuli, and the gazes cast by the students around him were completely different from the previous ones, full of shock and doubt. Everyone thought silently in their hearts, could it be that the records in the academy’s roster were wrong, this person was not a soldier from the border city who had returned from Weicheng, but really, as originally said, was a child of a certain surname in Qinghe County? If not, how could His Royal Highness the Four Princesses know him, and even called him to the car to say a few words?

Situ Yilan turned his head slightly and looked at him curiously, probably guessing the relationship between him and the princess, while Jin Wucai hid half of her body behind Situ Yilan, a little ashamed not to look at him. . Princess Li Yu had spoken and mocked for Ningque in person. Who would dare to continue to question him? The embarrassed Zhong Dajun had no idea where to hide at this time, while Xie Chengyun stood palely on the periphery of the crowd, looking a little lonely.

Chu Youxian walked to Ning Que's side, looked at him in surprise, and exclaimed in a low voice: "It's no wonder everyone, Jane, refused to collect your money. I didn't expect your kid to have such a deep background. As for the women like Situ Yilan Temperament, even if you move out of the Prince's Palace today, it may not work well, and the four princesses can clean them up."

Ning Que became interested when he heard this, and asked: "What is the reason for this?"

Chu Youxian laughed and said: "The reason is very simple. The so-called Chang'an Detachment of Women... was originally created by the four princesses when they were boring when they were young. The ladies like Situ and the others were all scourges brought out by the princesses."

Ning Que smiled and did not explain the relationship between himself and the princess Li Yu. There really is no idea of ​​pulling tiger skins to make a coat, but he is willing to make the relationship more and more obscure, and he is willing to do some convenience. thing.

Looking at Ning Que walking towards the second floor, Xie Chengyun finally moved. He slowly walked into the building, ignoring the obstacles of everyone around him, holding on to the railing with his hands, shaking his body, and struggling upward. Forward.

Ning Que took the thin book of "A Preliminary Exploration of Qihai Snow Mountain" and did not open it. Waiting for Xie Chengyun to walk past him and walk to the deepest part of the bookshelf. After sitting cross-legged as usual, he suddenly said: "You may be proud of you, but I also have my own needs. You are heaven. I’m a proud son, and I’m just a desperate survivor. There is a big difference between the two. I suggest that you don’t give up your life just to compete with me for a while."

When Xie Chengyun walked by him, seeing the book in his hand tightly closed, thinking that he was angry at his previous silence downstairs, so he wanted to continue gambling with himself, but he did not expect him to say this. In a paragraph-this brilliant Nanjin talent from childhood was silent for a long time, staring at the page on his lap, not knowing what he was thinking, then he stood up **** the wall and took a long stroke. Go downstairs slowly.

The deep part of the bookshelf is closer to the west window, and you can get in the sun in the afternoon. Ning Que walked over with a thin book and sat down in the warm evening sun, cross-legged Sitting on the floor where Xie Chengyun had been sitting for many days, he closed his eyes for a long time and rubbed his pale and thin cheeks, smiled and opened the pages of the book to continue watching.

"You can make some notes, although they cannot be copied or taken away, but they may be helpful."

Beside some old trees and new branches in the east window, a female professor in a light-colored robe did not lift her head, and focused on her lower letters. If she hadn’t confirmed that she heard the voice, Ning Que would even wonder if she had Open up.

He stood up slightly in a daze, walked to the Mingji next to the west window, looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He sat down after a long thought, picked up the ink stick with his fingers, and started grinding his wrist in the clear water.

It is strictly forbidden to copy the books in the building, even if you want to filter the runes in the practice books into ordinary handwriting and copy them on white paper, it is not feasible. Ning Que tried to meditate: When the mind flashed When the fragments of memories want to be turned into handwriting and left on white paper, the words in those minds will spread out like green smoke, and they cannot be presented at all.

Furthermore, according to the old rules, no traces should be left on the books. Ning Que didn't know if some hands and feet on it would be discovered by the teacher, but he had never tried to play such cleverness these days. Countless life and death battles over the years have made him understand that in the face of those mountains that have to cross the past, any cleverness will appear very stupid. At the moment, what you need is the kind of near-stupid wisdom.

What should be written? In this case, what kind of words can count as notes? Ning Quexuan held the pen on his wrist for a long time, but he couldn't drop it on the paper for a long time, because he had forgotten what he had read on that booklet. He didn't know what to write on the paper at this time was meaningful.

"Perhaps these things that I have done desperately do not make sense in themselves?"

He laughed slightly at himself, thinking about the hard work of these days, thinking about the pain of every night, thinking about Sangsang applying a hot towel on his forehead every night, his mood will inevitably be a little sour and depressed, an ordinary person thinks It is so difficult to step into the world of practice. No matter how hard you work, it seems that you can only make failure appear tragic.

With a soft slap, the ink-filled brush hovered in the air for too long, and a drop of ink fell down and landed on the snow-white paper. The ink spread quickly along the fibers of the paper and burst out. A bunch of irregular beauty.

Ning Que looked down at the ink mark, and suddenly his heart moved slightly. The deepest bit of acid loss was washed away and turned into absolute peace. At this moment, he wanted to understand everything: not every love Songs have good memories. Not every fairy tale has a happy ending. Not all hard work will be rewarded. If you work hard, it is difficult to decide what you get in the end, so enjoy the process.

If the ink pen falls on the paper, you can’t write down the whispers, so you don’t need to write it down. If you don’t know what to write to make a note, then write something else, such as your mood, such as your own experience, such as your own experience It feels like the picture of a quiet female professor with white walls, old trees and new branches at the east window, and the sunset at the west window is like the afterglow of the moment when a candle is cut...

"Go up again, and up again. I was so worried before, but now I'm all rested. I was the young man with firewood by the shore of Subbi Lake. Why should I say that the weather is cool? It's not autumn today. "

He picked up the pen to write casually on the paper. He didn't have any specific thoughts. He just followed the moment of the moment and wrote clear and beautiful words on the paper with the tip of the pen. The extremely depressing emotion in his belly was gradually erased by the pen like ink, disappearing without a trace.

"On the 17th day of entering the building, I practiced hard day by day, but I couldn’t cultivate the words to my heart. I could only watch them slip away. I was sober and fell into a black and sweet dream for no reason, but They are always not there."

"If they are false on paper, why can I see them? If they are real, why can't I remember them? If they exist between reality and falsehood, then write their ink Is it true or false? Is the paper carrying them true or false?"

Since he was just expressing his mood at will, Ning Que suddenly didn't want to write anymore when he wrote, so he stopped his wrist and put the pen on the pen, quietly watching the words on the paper, and gently put it in the thin book after the paper dries. Among the books, put the books back on the bookshelf, turned around to pay respect to the female professor by the east window, and went downstairs like this.

For many days, he walked downstairs by himself for the first time instead of being carried downstairs.

The female professor looked up at the young boy's somewhat lost back, and sighed softly, silently thinking that the old school was the rule set by the teacher back then: Wanshuqianfan only allows students to choose one branch and one wind. Although this student is strong-willed, the power of thoughts accumulated in meditation will not be weak, but the snow-capped mountains and the sea have no idea, and eventually he can only end up with vomiting blood, weakness and bedridden. Even if Haotian pity you with tenacity and give you health, just look at it like this. What is the benefit of looking at 80 years?

The dusk is getting darker, and the night is approaching. No one will be on the second floor. The female professor tidied up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of her, and walked towards the back mountain along a side road between the buildings.

I don't know how long it has passed. Dark night enveloped the college and the mountain behind the college. The college buildings among the broad meadows were lit with lights, scattered like stars in the sky.

In the depths of the quiet old second floor, several strands of intricate carvings on the bookshelf leaning on the north wall suddenly brightened for a moment, and then slowly slid to the side silently.

An obese young student in a dark blue college gown squeezed out of the gap out of breath, looked back at the bookshelf a little annoyed, and complained: "I don’t know who designed this thing, could it? Don’t you know how to make the exit bigger? Didn’t you think that the academy would recruit some fat guys in?"

The fat boy mumbled and walked to the bookshelf, muttering something in his mouth: "Second brother, the bad guy, has to bet with the introductory book. Although I am an unborn genius, I still remember the things I watched when I was young."

Talking to himself, he pulled out a thin book from the bookshelf, looked at the words "A Preliminary Exploration of Qihai Snow Mountain" on the cover, and patted it with satisfaction. The thin white paper flew out.