Xuancheng said, "My dream is to be a successful historian." The pig's mouth cracked open in a smile, "Do you know what qualities a historian possesses?"
"I know, fantasy." Xuancheng replied decisively, raised his brows high, and threw Zhutou a coquettish smile, "Thinking wildly, dreaming wildly, dreaming day and night, unforgettable."
"Hmph." Zhu Tou sneered, "Anyone like you who fantasizes all day long will only become a piece of history waste. Be pragmatic!"
Xuancheng ignored him, just nestled on the bed and flipped through the "Chen Yinke's Lectures on the History of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties". With a pig's head and long arms, he stretched out his hand and turned off the light with a snap.
"Even if you eat Chen Yinke into your stomach, you can't become Chen Yinke."
"Yang Zhutou." In the darkness, only that piercing roar was heard.
Like most young people, Xuancheng is 24 years old, a talented senior in the history department of a university in Nanjing. Every day, he holds a thick book with a golden cover, or an ancient book with a dark cover that can be broken by the touch of hands. , The school is really stingy, it claims to be a century-old school, although the books in the history department should be full of ancient heritage, but the books on the bookshelves of this library can be used as collections, and the dust can be filled into a basket.
Xuancheng also complained that he was so handsome, but after four years, he lived under the same roof with those ugly people who were neither human nor ghost. He looks very small, just like an undeveloped radish, so the name came up like this, Zhutou, Xiaohuang, radish, Xuancheng is very beautiful when he smiles, he has a very flowing hair, every day She said very narcissistically, "Oh, as beautiful as I am, why isn't there a man chasing after me?"
Although Xiao Huang's name is yellow, he is very serious. With a kick on his calf, he kicked him, "I've lived here for so long, why didn't I realize that you're gay?"
"Your sister Ji, she has a very fashionable English name, okay?" Luo Bo swears casually, and then said seriously, "gay, g, a, y, gay, understand No?"
Xuancheng just smiled and said nothing.
At this moment, the pig's head looked at him, and the fat eyes that were crowded together were full of doubts, "You can't be really gay, are you?"
In March, spring is here, the willow branches are hanging down, the winter jasmine flowers in Zhiyuan have also opened their brows early, the small river under the Spring Pavilion is also slowly flowing, and the three of them strolled in Xuancheng. Amidst the water, green and red flowers, there was a slight breeze blowing, and Xuancheng's vigorous hair caught up with the time and flowed again, causing a group of girls taking graduation photos to scream, "You are so handsome."
The pig was tall, and he squeezed one by one to block the lewd gazes of the group, and pressed his tub-sized face against the tip of Xuancheng's nose, asking, "Say, which one is yours?"
Xuancheng didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned around gracefully, twisting her waist in a charming way, "Oh, the little girl on the other side, this big brother said he wanted to take a picture with you." He pointed at the pile of mountains beside him s things.
The frightened group of girls immediately turned around and left.
These days, looks really work, and ugly people have no place.
Xuancheng shook his head helplessly, "It's said that brother has flavor, why do you think pig's head is more delicious?"
Zhu Tou really started to shriek, "You look like a girl, but I look like a man."
Luo Bo put in a sentence just right, "It scares away my sister's stinky masculinity."
Just as Zhu Tou was about to have a seizure, a gust of wind blew up at this moment, and the hanging willow just happened to be rolled up, and it fell on Zhu Tou's face with a swish. With an ouch, Zhu Tou immediately stretched out his long arms, pulled it off, and ruthlessly stroked it in the palm of his hand. , "Now whoever you say about me, watch me beat you with a whip."
The surroundings immediately fell silent.
"Hey, Xuancheng." After a while, Luobo suddenly spoke, and he squinted at Xuancheng, "Have you passed the topic of your thesis yet?"
Their school is relatively fast. In the last school year, students were already ordered to choose a topic and prepared a tutor. At that time, the topic selected by Xuancheng was about the decisive factors of characters in ancient military warfare. His tutor said no, he Asked why, the instructor said, this is a wrong topic.
If he didn't change it, the instructor said to him, "You are such an excellent student, you should know about material determinism, why did you make a mistake in this crucial graduation project?"
"Material determinism?" Luo Bo pondered, "The instructor may say that the topic you chose is itself a contradictory thing. This flaw is likely to be passed at the very beginning of the defense."
Zhutou nodded, and wrapped the willow branch that had just died on his wrist, "Material determinism, I think, Director Liang is saying that you are too narcissistic, too self-righteous, you have to take material things as the premise, and don't let your imagination run wild."
Xuancheng gave him an angry look, "I'm not self-righteous, haven't you heard that man can conquer heaven?"