"Others have been studying hard for ten years before they can enter Beicheng University. Do you think I can do it in one step? Besides, you really plan to stay here for four full years?"
Ye Yiqiu's words made Gu Yi feel quite reasonable. After all, he was only here to do errands and experience college life by the way. It would be impossible to stay here for four years. ?August One Chinese Network?? W㈧W㈧W㈧. ?8?1?Ｚ㈠W㈧. ㈠Ｃ?Ｏ?Ｍ
So, just listen to the students, what a big deal!
In this way, the two of them talked about some stray topics and walked a long way to reach the center of Beicheng University.
Compared with other places, the greenery here is better. Several quaint three-story buildings are located here, the walls are covered with ivy, like the scenery of the last century, the taste of the years is mixed, nature and people, the artistic conception is long .
There is a stele near the building. The stele is a thick black stone stele. The front is inscribed with the three large characters of the Faculty of Arts. The handwriting is full of dragons and snakes. It is full of temperament, and the back is full of small characters, introducing the history of the place.
On the side of the stele is a stone statue, decorated with an ancient scribe, holding a book in his hand, looking up to the sky, his beard is blown by the wind, and he is vigorous. His name: Dong Zhongshu is engraved on the stone seat.
This is even the gate of the liberal arts college.
As he passed the stone statue, Gu Yi couldn't help but glance at the booklet on it.
"This is Dong Zhongshu, do you know?"
Seeing his gaze, Ye Yiqiu said something.
"Of course. The one that respects Confucianism." Gu Yi smiled, with an inexplicable meaning, "It's so famous."
"Ha ha… "
Neither of them spoke a word of small talk until Ye Yiqiu led the way to a two-story small building.
The wall of the small building was covered with green turmoil, and the mottled inside was faintly visible. There was a wooden vertical sign beside the door, which read the six words'Office of the College of Letters'.
The history of the Faculty of Arts of Beicheng University is as long as that of the college, but unfortunately it is not very famous, and the number of students accepted each year is limited. In addition, the registration is a few days earlier than other colleges. At this time, there are almost no pedestrians in the college office.
On the second floor, in an office with the illusion of the last century, an old man with white sideburns was holding a pen in his hand, carefully reading a thick book.
The door of the office says the Dean’s Office. In the liberal arts college where there are already few people, there are even fewer people here, but that's the case. The old man in the door is still strict with himself, sitting upright and reading. The mouth moves but there is no sound, and the air is elegant, and at a glance, it only gives people a sense of respect.
All kinds of small, inadvertent attitudes and accomplishments all show that he is a true scholar.
At the door, Ye Yiqiu knocked on the door of the room lightly and said, "Bo Shuzhou, are you peeking at it again?"
Bo Shuzhou, who was studying, was visibly taken aback, raised his head, his frowning brows instantly stretched out, and he stood up and smiled: "Who am I? It turns out that it was your Yeshen stick coming here. It's really surprising." After saying that, he came up, invited to enter, and made two cups of tea by himself.
The three of them sat down at the reception table. Bo Shuzhou looked at Gu Yi a few more times, and said to Ye Yiqiu: "You old fellow has always been very busy. Today, I will bring a young man to come and I will just say what I want to do. ."
"Haha, I have to say that your eyesight is still so good for so many years." Ye Yiqiu laughed and introduced Gu Yidao to Bo Shuzhou, "This is a junior of me, I was delayed in my early years, and now I have time to send you. I've been an auditor for a while, and I have been studying for a few years. You shouldn't refuse this little request."
Bo Shuzhou said: "It's always right to read more books. It's okay to let him be an auditor, but you can tell me the truth, old man Ye, is he a member of the profound way?"
"Yes." Ye Yiqiu admitted.
"I knew it." Bo Shuzhou had seen Gu Yi's weird attire and sighed, "You people like you are the least worried. If you want you to go to the dormitory, there will be a lot of trouble. There is also a lounge in the office building. It turned out that an old professor stayed there after studying here late. Now that he has passed away, he can live in with a little arrangement. Would you not suggest?" The last sentence was asked by Xiang Gu Yi. .
Gu Yi smiled and replied: "Of course I don't recommend it, Bo Lao, you are generous, you can spare me the accommodation, so just take care of my meal problem by the way."
Bo Shuzhou looked at Ye Yiqiu in surprise, and the latter smiled helplessly: "This kid is thinking about what I said. He is sloppy and has nowhere to go. It's okay to settle down here."
"You knocked on my bamboo pole." Bo Shuzhou shook his head, got up and took out a black magnetic card from the middle drawer of the desk, handed it to Gu Yi, and said, "This is the meal card given to me by the school. The staff canteen will have a sufficient quota every month, so you can use it."
"Thanks."
Seeing that Gu Yi had put away the meal card, Bo Shuzhou and Ye Yiqiu talked about the old days, and finally got up and said, "I'll take you to see where you live, let's go."
…
at dusk.
As the sky gradually darkened, Bo Shuzhou, who had already sent Ye Yiqiu away, rubbed his sour eyes and ended the day of study.
He is the dean as well as a teacher. He would come to the office to read an afternoon's book to supplement himself during vacations. At the same time, he could call the time. Many times he would miss the time because he was too focused. For example, today, if it wasn't for the young granddaughter to call I'm afraid I will continue to watch it.
After tidying up the desk and locking the door, Bo Shuzhou thought of the young man who came today. On the first day, as an elder, especially as a teacher, he should go and see if he is feeling and reason. It doesn’t need much anyway. time.
Thinking, Bo Shuzhou came to the room where Gu Yi lived, saw the door wide open, and walked in.
This should be regarded as a fairly spacious study room, surrounded by bookcases with slowed down books, and in the middle is an old-fashioned wooden bed that was moved from the warehouse at noon, on which one person is sleeping slantingly, one wearing Man in sunglasses.
A person who sleeps and wears sunglasses is no one except Gu Yi. He dragged a right hand on the ground, and the red cover of "Marxist Philosophy" fell not far from the bed, snoring loudly.
It turns out that he likes philosophy.
Bo Shuzhou curiously picked up the "Marxist Philosophy" on the ground. In his images, there were not many young people who liked philosophy. However, when he saw the text in the book, he was suddenly stunned.
The words above are actually the opposite!
After a lot of effort, Bo Shuzhou read the reversed words again, and now this is not a "Marxist Philosophy" at all, but a strange story.
Even if you put a shell, why do you want to reverse it
Out of curiosity, Bo Shuzhou discovered that the cover of the book was put on again, and took him off, revealing the original color of the book.
This is a pure black book with two big green letters:
"Tongyou"
"Tongyou? What does this mean?"
Bo Shuzhou said softly, and at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him:
"It's ghost words and ghost words." (End of this chapter)