Liang Ren saw that the person lying on his bed had finally calmed down, he shook his head lightly, and muttered again, "I'm wrong, what's wrong, it's clear that I don't want to repent, you brat Why did you ask me to be your tutor? Hey, why did I agree to him so easily, no, I am not a history of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties."
Liang Ren suddenly came to his senses, why has he been led away by this brat for the past six months? I am obviously not a history of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, why did I so readily agree to be his instructor when he found me? There is still a hint of excitement. What kind of absurd illusion is this? He should have refused straight away, or pushed him to the old men of Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, oh my god, it seems to be messed up, Liang Ren just now faced up to the seriousness of the problem, hey, no, how could he sleep on his own bed? ? Wait a minute, what should I do if a colleague comes to visit, and wake him up quickly, Liang Ren thought so, and quickly leaned over to pull him up, but just as he saw that peaceful sleeping face, his mind that was in a state of confusion just now Immediately, it became still like water.
Take a closer look, this student of mine is as handsome as a girl, with a weak temper, and a bit good-looking...
What? It's kind of nice, what the hell? What the hell? ,,, Liang Ren was so frightened by his sudden thought that he froze in place.
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Xuancheng slept very well, never had such a good time as at this moment, everything in his mind was blank, without any distracting thoughts, he could only relax his body, in a daze, he seemed to feel a pair of weak hands caressing him My own forehead, and finally those hands resting on my face, so gentle and careful, just like the touch of that dead person, tears still overflowed for no reason, Xuancheng's heart ached so much, why even after passing In 1640 years, he still couldn't forget the touch of that body, Xuancheng gritted his teeth and forced himself not to think about it, but he still felt that slippery thing dripping from the corner of his eyes, he thought Back in the real world of the 21st century, everything can be restored to its original state, all love and hatred can be thrown away, and a carefree life can continue.
...
Everything is his imagination.
A soft touch slid across his face, it was as smooth and comfortable as silk, and it was like a warm towel with steam warming his cold skin. In the end, the warm touch never disappeared, Xuan The city was also plunged into darkness.
... In the dream, there was nothing, it was blank.
"Xuan City."
"Hey, Xuancheng, wake up."
Someone was calling him, someone grabbed his arm and helped him up from the bed, Xuancheng opened his eyes, "Teacher Liang." He called out so embarrassedly.
"You boy, you can sleep like this. Look at me. Since you came to my house in the morning, you still don't wake up at night. Get up quickly."
Xuancheng became flustered now, and hurriedly got off the bed, "I, I fell asleep with you?... I'm sorry, Mr. Liang." He ran towards the door while apologizing, and his arm was grabbed, "Where are you going? Do you want to go back? Don’t worry, let’s eat first, we have to have a good discussion after dinner, don’t let your kid get stuck and say that you are my guide when it’s time to defend, and you will lose all face.”
Xuancheng smiled awkwardly, and Liang Ren dragged him to the living room, "Sit properly."
Going straight to the kitchen, he said, "You are not very lucky. You can't even cook a meal. I don't know how to cook, but since your kid came to me, I will definitely entertain you."
"Wonton?" Xuancheng looked at the two bowls of warm wonton brought by his teacher.
"You don't like it?"
Xuancheng shook his head, "I'm not picky about food."
"Stinky boy, you can sleep too well. If you sleep until dark, I wouldn't wake you up if I didn't see that you didn't have lunch. Eat quickly, and starve you to death. I'm guilty of this crime." But I can’t afford it, I don’t know how to cook, I can only cook instant food, so you just make do with it.”
Xuancheng almost blurted out, "I can cook." But he still buried this sentence in his heart, he never cooked for anyone else in his life, except for that dead man.
Picking up a piece of wonton that was still steaming, Xuancheng couldn't swallow it no matter what, there was no way, as long as he didn't die, he could still think of those days, every year on the night of New Year's Eve, they would come to celebrate for himself On birthdays, the last dish at the New Year’s banquet is a hot plate of dumplings. No matter how many thousands of years have passed, dumplings can be passed down, entrusting people’s yearning for beautiful things, family reunions, and gatherings of relatives and friends.
"Hey, you brat, why are you crying again? What's the matter with you?" Liang Ren sat opposite him, seeing his face that could collapse at any time, finally couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed his hand, and held him Pulling to the door, "Go, go back if you cry again, and don't come to me again."
Xuancheng raised his head and looked at him with tears in his eyes. Liang Ren's heart suddenly softened. After looking at him for a while, he finally surrendered first, "Okay, okay, you don't want to be like this, eat well. Fan, I will help you guide and guide, do you still want to rewrite the thesis."
One word brought Xuancheng back to the cruel reality, yes, there is still a month before the defense, how can he graduate if he doesn't write a thesis, he can't graduate after the defense, and he won't even get the diploma and degree certificate by then, then Have these four years of hard work been wasted
Xuancheng admitted his mistake, "Sorry, Mr. Liang, I was wrong."
Liang Ren looked at him helplessly, "Come on, finish your meal first."
The two sat down again, Xuancheng did not lose control this time, obediently finished the bowl of wontons, Liang Ren smiled and said, "That's right, you are a good boy." He said in relief as he cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks .
"Teacher, I'll do the dishes."
"You sit."
Liang Ren glared at him, and walked into the kitchen by himself.
Listening to the sound of water flowing from the kitchen, maybe everyone's patience has a limit, Xuancheng didn't dare to lose his composure anymore, sat down in a well-behaved manner, his eyes glanced at the kitchen inadvertently, that Tall back, somewhat warm...
Xuancheng pinched himself hard, and he let out a cry of pain.
"Hey, brat, you're still torturing yourself." Liang Ren just came out of the kitchen, just in time to see Xuancheng's absurd behavior in this scene, and hurried forward to pinch Xuancheng's hand, "Don't torture yourself here , you want to hurt me."
"No." Xuancheng whispered weakly.
Liang Ren let go of his hand, "Okay, let's get down to business. Since you admit that that ridiculous topic is wrong, tell me, what do you want to write?"
Xuan Cheng shook his head in confusion, "I don't know."
When Liang Ren smiled, his white teeth were particularly charming, "Hey, do you want to be my apprentice?"
"apprentice?"
"Hey, it is to inherit my mantle, well, academically it is called a research topic."
Liang Ren knocked him on the head, "You brat is really pretending to be unconscious. I don't study the history of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. I really don't know what you saw in me in the first place, so you asked me to be your mentor, impulsively." The two words were a bit heavy, but there was no tone of blame at all.
Xuancheng was stunned, yes, why? Maybe it's impulsive, maybe it's because it's funny in class for this person, gentle and elegant with a bit of cold humor, and always grinning at the students, when he smiles is very gentle, Xuancheng will always lose his mind.
Xuan Cheng pursed his lips and smiled, and suddenly met Liang Ren's serious eyes, "I'm serious, do you want to follow me?"
Xuancheng suddenly remembered that Liang Ren's research focuses on ancient population history.
Population history, population history, these three words popped up in my mind, and Xuancheng woke up instantly, "Population history?"
Liang Ren nodded, "Yes, but I don't force it. If you are willing to follow me, I am naturally happy to accept you as an apprentice. If you don't want to,..."
"I would."
All of a sudden the two of them were stunned.
Liang Ren didn't expect that it was just his own proposal, and Xuan Cheng didn't expect why he would agree so quickly.
"Well, I have all the books and materials here. You don't have to worry. You should think about which piece to write about, or if you need my advice."
"No need, Mr. Liang, I've already thought about it."
"I thought about it so quickly, what do you want to write?" Liang Ren was taken aback.
Xuancheng was silent for a while, and looked at his teacher seriously with a pair of good-looking eyebrows and eyes, "The history of the population changes of ethnic minorities in ancient China - a study on the folklore of the Baima Qiang nationality."
Liang Ren was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to confirm that the person in front of him was not joking, "Are you sure?"
Xuancheng nodded.
"Why? Give me a reason."
Xuancheng said, "That dream is not fake, I want to know the real reason for the failure of the Battle of Feishui."
"you."
Liang Ren felt his face turn green, it was the first time he was entangled by such a stubborn and stubborn student.
"Everyone has dreams. The ancients said that if you have strange dreams, there are more rewards than inaction. You should know why you have those absurd and funny dreams, because you subjectively put yourself into that era, you Because you want to complete your graduation thesis, you want to give yourself a perfect answer to your college life, so you force yourself into the history that has already happened and cannot be changed. In fact, this is all wrong, it is just your own. Just imagine."
Xuancheng remained silent.
"Okay, tell me, what conclusion did you draw? Why did the Battle of Feishui fail? The root cause."
"Because the population of the Di tribe occupying the ruling class is too small, under the leadership of a talented and generous emperor, this group cannot match it. I want to know why the population of the Di tribe is too small? Why was it that only Fu Jian The Di tribe has a broad lineage and various tribes, neither slaughter nor invade, why did he fail in the end."
"Mr. Liang, this is within the scope of your research. I think you can tell me an answer, even if you think I'm still too arrogant and self-righteous."
"I don't want to tell you." Liang Ren said angrily.
Xuancheng smiled, "Because I also know the reason."
Liang Ren stared at him in surprise, the faint smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly made him feel flustered.
"Because of their endogamy, isn't it?"
Liang Ren looked at him in disbelief.
Author's gossip: PS: All the Gongs in my family can't cook, and the shou are all good wives and mothers. There will be a lot of people who can cook outside the episode, so stay tuned.