In a class of fifty people, news spreads quickly.
The matter of sending his deskmate back to the dormitory on the first night of the grade had already spread in the mouths of his classmates.
The first two classes of morning reading are generally when Qiao Xiyin is in her hazy period. She doesn't listen well in Chinese classes and struggles a bit in English classes. After she finally finished her struggle with Duke Zhou, she yawned, picked up her water cup and went out to fetch water. The gossipy lights almost came out of the eyes of the passing classmates.
Good student He Yunchao always stays in the office between classes.
The persimmons had to be pinched softly, so Qiao Xiyin was quickly surrounded.
"Come on, come on, classmate Xiao Qiao, can you get some water?"
"Have you been very close to your deskmate recently?"
Qiao Xiyin could only put on a sweet and gentle smile, "Well, we are a learning mutual aid group, and he takes care of me."
Her grades were at the bottom of the class, not good in any subject. Qiao Xiyin, who has been a top student for so many years, has never been treated like this.
The nosy classmates were so serious about her that they didn't even have the nerve to say teasing words.
I came so close just to learn how to waste everything.
Staring at the girl's leaving back, Qiu Yan lowered his head, and the lenses reflected streaks of luster.
In the past few days, he had caught several ghosts in school. None of them had very high levels of cultivation. The most serious one almost became a powerful ghost, so he sent them all to be reincarnated.
However, the traces of the talisman he left behind have not yet dissipated.
Where is the ghost in question hiding
The girl's sweet laughter was still in his ears, and he pursed his lips.
The profile of her face that she turned around just now made him feel familiar for a moment.
That was an old photo I found a long time ago when I was living in my hometown.
He might be able to find the answer if he goes home during the Qingming Festival.
Friday is Qingming Festival.
Qiao Xiyin finally agreed to Nana's invitation to go out to play.
As a ghost, her identity card says "orphan", so Qiao Xiyin has nowhere else to go except the dormitory.
Instead of staying in the dormitory for three days, why not hang out with your classmates.
On the day of the holiday, the city was very lively, and the subway was full of well-dressed young men and women. After months of depression, the first legal holiday after the Spring Festival finally arrived, and people couldn't wait to let themselves go.
A few people were sitting in a hot pot restaurant, eating and chatting in the steaming heat. Qiao Xiyin narrowed her eyes in enjoyment, feeling once again that the food in this world is so wonderful.
In fact, she didn't have much time to enjoy delicious food before, and besides He Yunchao, she didn't make many friends. She was just a passerby in every world.
Now in high school, I am surrounded by young peers, and everyone is not restrained when they are together, so it is more pleasant to go out to parties.
A girl's shopping cannot be separated from three words: eating, playing and buying.
After finishing the hot pot, the girls went shopping in the shopping mall with a cup of milk tea in hand. They seemed to have endless energy to put on makeup, clothing and accessories.
Qiao Xiyin began to think deeply.
Looking at the numbers in the balance, she was troubled.
The original owner obtained an ID card and had a new identity as another human being. However, as a seventeen-year-old high school student, she lacked a source of income.
When she first came here, she saved some money by working part-time. Tuition fees are sponsored by the school, and accommodation and other expenses are also reduced by half. The original owner had previously saved three meals a day, but there was still not much left.
Qiao Xiyin spent money so lavishly, she had no concept of money in her heart. She just realized the seriousness of the situation after paying the money.
The school has a scholarship incentive system.
However, thinking of the original owner's dismal grades and his lack of talent and ambition to study science, he had to put this path aside.
Working part-time is obviously not a good choice.
She has been in school all week, and the access control is very strict. She can't go out at all. Even if she goes out, it's past working hours. Her age is also a big problem.
Thinking of this, Qiao Xiyin let out a long sigh. Life is not easy.
When I returned to the dormitory, it was close to eight o'clock in the evening.
Hearing that she was still living in the dormitory during the holidays, Nana wanted to take her home, but Qiao Xiyin declined with a smile.
All her belongings were stored in the dormitory, and it would be troublesome to live out there.
After a long day of playing, Qiao Xiyin's legs were so weak that she didn't want to walk at all. She didn't even have the energy to check her phone, so she lay down on the bed early.
She always fell asleep very quickly.
Opening her eyes again, her vision was blurry. Qiao Xiyin strained to open her eyes wide, and could vaguely see the outline of the room.
She was still placed on the desk, but the owner of the room was not there, the light was not turned on, and there was darkness wherever she could see.
Is he out? Qiao Xiyin remembered that He Yunchao said he would go back during the holiday.
She felt slightly disappointed in her heart, and she stood alone in the darkness.
In the elegant small pavilion, He Yunchao bent down to pick up the tray and placed the tea on the table.
"Grandpa," he said with a smile, "I haven't soaked it for a long time, give it a try."
The white-haired old man in front of him was not in a hurry, but just smiled, held the tea cup in his hand, and tasted it carefully, "Good tea."
He was wearing a Taoist robe with fluttering sleeves, which gave him a rather otherworldly feel.
If you look at this place from the outside, you can see that it is clearly a Taoist temple.
"I have a question that I haven't been able to figure out recently, and I would like to ask my grandpa to help me figure it out." The young man rarely let go of his sharp edge, and his lazy brows were filled with calmness.
The original owner's parents lived abroad all year round, and he was raised by his grandparents since he was a child. Grandpa devoted himself to Taoism. After retiring, he came directly to this Taoist temple to practice meditation. He also learned some Taoist knowledge under the influence of his ears and eyes.
But later, the original owner went to the city to study and was separated from these things. He no longer saw those strange things. No one knew that he still understood them. It's just that he has always had a good relationship with his grandfather, and he will come back here to visit the old man from time to time.
The old man smiled and said, "Let's talk about it."
"If there is a possibility, it may be a human being," He Yunchao paused and said, "The human soul is separated and the soul is attached to the physical object. How to explain this? In case that person is about to ascend and experience a thunderstorm, the object that carries the soul I can’t stand such a thunderstorm.”
Grandpa He was silent for a long time, smiling but not answering.
After a while, I saw him stroking his white beard and said unhurriedly, "You are not my grandson."
He Yunchao was slightly stunned.
It was actually seen
He has traveled through so many worlds and met countless capable people, but there has never been anyone who can see through him at a glance.
Grandpa He squinted his eyes and sipped the tea, and then said, "My grandson's tea is not brewed so well."
He Yunchao laughed.
Is this okay too
"System," he called in his mind, "your abilities are not good enough. I want to complain. You can't disguise your identity well."
How does the system know that there is such a bug
He Yunchao was calm, and took a sip of tea as leisurely as Grandpa He, "Yes, but no. In a sense, I am."
"Why are you asking me this question?" Grandpa He asked.
"My Taoist companion is preparing to survive the tribulation recently," the young man lowered his eyelashes slightly and confessed his inner thoughts, "This world is full of spiritual energy, so I chose this place. But something unexpected happened and I was very scared."
Grandpa He said, "You mean, her body and soul are now separated."
He Yunchao nodded.
Grandpa He raised his hand, pointed at the mural hanging in the room and splashed ink on the rice paper, writing the four characters "Being and non-being create each other".
"A sage does nothing, teaches without saying anything, and does everything without hesitation," his tone was indifferent, "born without doing anything, doing without relying on it."
"Everything has its own laws. This is the way of nature." The wrinkles on Grandpa He's face trembled slightly. "The way of heaven will never be deflected by changes in fate."
Qiao Xiyin fell asleep in the darkness.
Before he fell asleep, the footsteps of two people came one after another. They stepped on the wooden floor, and every step was gentle.
"I'm not telling you this to interfere with you," it was the voice of an old man. His words were clear and his voice was still loud and powerful. "Whatever you do is your choice."
"I know." The boy's words came next, without any ripples, and his emotions could not be heard.
"Get some rest early," the old man warned, then smiled to himself, "You can be considered my grandson."
He Yunchao also smiled.
When he entered the door, he turned on the light. Only then did Qiao Xiyin clearly see that the room was full of classical furnishings. There were landscape paintings hanging on the walls, poems embroidered on the screens, and several pots of green plants placed in the corners. It felt like she had returned to another time. Thousands of years ago.
He has gone home
What are you doing with your math book when you go home
Qiao Xiyin was shocked by what He Yunchao did.
How crazy is he about mathematics? It would be a pity not to major in mathematics.
However, he seemed distracted.
The young man took two quick steps and stood in front of the desk. He slowly lowered his hand and landed on the title page of the mathematics book.
He repeated in a low voice, "Being and non-being create each other."
It would not be difficult to understand what Grandpa He said.
However, he traveled through world after world just to change his destiny. Now, someone actually told him to follow nature and not go against destiny
How is this possible
He Yunchao knew that he had forgotten many things. But he only remembered that he lost everything just by following the sky. His existence is to go against heaven.
He followed the way of heaven and was let down once. This time, he will not let history repeat itself, and he will firmly hold on to everything that belongs to him.
Qiao Xiyin blinked.
His mood suddenly dropped, and she guessed what he had just experienced. But isn't this "the mutual creation of existence and non-existence" a Taoist saying? When did he start studying this? He must be devoted to mathematics.
However, this silence did not last long, and he heard him sneer again, "What dialectics? I don't study philosophy, I study mathematics."
Qiao Xiyin ""
The He Yunchao in front of him was a bit stupid.
It is true that learning mathematics makes people smart. But as the saying goes, things must be reversed when they reach their extremes, so he should do less math problems.