Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

"Professor, professor?"

In a trance, Zong Luo suddenly returned to his senses.

He looked up and saw that he was standing in the laboratory.

He was surrounded by students surrounded by him, holding a thick stack of academic reports.

"It's okay, I just lost my mind."

Zong Luo slightly regained the focus of his sight, but frowned unconsciously in his heart.

Above the laboratory, an icy light shone down pale. The dark blue plastic floor is full of cold high-end expensive instruments, and bottles and jars are displayed behind glass cabinets.

The students around him were either holding test tubes or thick research papers and wearing glasses.

Everything is the same as every day in the past, no different.

Zong Luo glanced.

He has always had a good memory and can remember things from a very young age.

However, for some unknown reason, the faces of these students were very familiar, and he just couldn't pronounce his name. Just like the questions they asked, Zongluo could easily answer them, but he always felt unfamiliar when he was writing.

"Professor, did you not rest well last night?"

After asking a question, the student was a little concerned.

On weekdays, Zongluo is simply a big baby in their eyes. It's not that I don't respect the mentor here, but the mentor is too good. Looking at the entire department, the entire school is notoriously good-natured and easy to get along with, with a high academic level, usually does not deduct student subsidies, and even pays out of his own pockets during the New Year and holidays.

In addition, the tutors are also young, and there may be a small age gap with them, and getting along with them is not so boring. Occasionally, in their spare time, they can discuss the hottest topics at the moment.

Now that Zong Luo is a little sleepy, the students are very worried and come together: "If the professor is not feeling well, go back and rest first. We can handle this topic by ourselves."

So Zong Luo was pushed out the door of the research room by the enthusiastic students.

When he reacted, he rubbed his head: "These little bastards..."

But since he came out, Zong Luo has no plans to go back.

Since the students said they could do it themselves, he should also give them a chance to study independently.

It's just that even if he's not in the research room, there are still classes in the afternoon.

Zong Luo took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag, looked down at the time, and slowly paced the campus.

The campus is still the same campus, with shaded aisles and autumn breezes. College students without classes are walking in twos and threes holding books.

Many people know Zong Luo, and some colleagues in their department will nod and say hello when they see it.

Zong Luo nodded in return, feeling that these faces were familiar, but he really couldn't name them.

Even walking around the campus like this seems to have happened a long, long time ago, which makes people feel like they are in a different world.

He went to the staff cafeteria for a meal.

Zong Luo was obviously stunned for a long time when he saw his reflection in the window when he was cooking in the cafeteria, but he had to call his aunt several times before he could react.

He left with a plate in his hand, and looked at him a few more times when he left.

For some reason, looking at his reflection on the glass, for a moment, he felt that his hair should be white.

But... how is that possible?

Zong Luo shook his head, muttering in his heart that it was too unconventional.

After wandering around like this, he went to the library.

Today's class is in the large lecture hall of the library. Now the teacher of the previous class is still giving an impassioned speech. He has nothing to do anyway, so he turned to the library and took a book to read slowly.

"Professor Zong, is it so early today?"

The white-haired librarian greeted him and handed over a book: "This is the latest compilation from the history department. It was sent over two days ago. It is a popular historical research topic. Would you like to read it?"

"Thank you." Zong Luo took the book.

A few words are printed on the book.

"The Great Abyss Empire"

Zong Luo shook his hands.

In a trance, many familiar images flashed before his eyes. However, they dispersed one after another, like a mirror, and no clues could be found.

He didn't even know how he got back to his seat in the library, he just remembered opening the book and reading it hungrily.

According to historical records, Dayuan was the first country to unify the Central Plains. Created a grand plan and hegemony, and even intervened in the process of other continents.

For many years, historians have been very interested in Da Yuan. However, it is a pity that the age is too long, and the historical data left behind are insufficient. In such a big country, there is not even a single piece of archaeology. For many years, it is said that historians have also circulated that perhaps the "Great Wilderness" recorded in the Great Yuan Slip is not the legend of their continent.

Although there is no archaeological evidence, all dynasties and dynasties have recorded a lot of this mysterious dynasty Great Yuan over the years. For example, the founding emperor Taizu was a tyrant. The first emperor had an extraordinary relationship with the high-ranking prince. The two were very close childhood sweethearts. After two years, he passed the throne and went out to travel around the world. By the way, the second emperor built a lot of temples for them, and it can be seen that they have deep feelings.

The more Zongluo looked back, the more black lines on his forehead.

What is this all about!

If Zong Ziyao dares to do this, he will definitely... Wait, who is Zong Ziyao?

Just when Zong Luo was in a daze, the bell suddenly rang.

So he hurriedly put away the book, said a word to the librarian, and rushed back to the lecture hall.

Today's lecture hall is very quiet.

Zong Luo pondered that he usually does not bring such quietness between classes, so he glanced at the crowd.

With just one look, he stopped in place.

On the front seat of the amphitheater, there was a boy in ancient costume.

Not only is he wearing a dark red costume, but his face is too beautiful, his ink hair is loose, as if he is walking out of a picture scroll, and his posture is extremely expensive.

Just facing the onlookers of other people, he looked arrogant and careless, as if these things could not enter his eyes.

For some reason, Zong Luo always felt that this young man looked familiar.

Familiar enough to call out his name in the next second, as if they have a more intimate relationship, almost to the point of fascination.

As if aware of the sight, the young man in red raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"The professor is here."

The students who were silently watching around were scattered.

Zong Luo cleared his throat, looked away, and put the lesson plan on the podium.

After all, it was class time, and he was sure that he didn't know the overly familiar young man in red, so he could only give lectures with peace of mind.

It was only in the middle of the lecture that Zong Luo could feel that the other party's eyes were firmly on him. It was hot, hot, sticky and intimate, almost making one's legs soft, to the point of unconsciously blushing.

Shouldn't he fall in love at first sight? !

Lecture is over.

Zong Luo quickly packed up the things on the table and hurried out of the classroom, as if there were some kind of flood and beast inside.

As a result, he was blocked in the stairwell before he could go out a few steps.

The students who came and went watched them without a trace.

"professor."

The red-eyed young man with a good face and an unusual appearance smiled slightly, and stuck in front of him lazily, with a strong smile, and his voice was as low and hoarse as if pressed into his lips and teeth: "Have we met before?"

It was obvious that he was too old-fashioned to strike up a conversation with him, but Zong Luo was stuck.

Because in the bottom of his heart, he vaguely agreed with this idea.

......

Soon, Zong Luo was stunned.

"what are you doing?"

His original intention was to leave school and find a quiet place to talk to people.

In the end, I didn't know what was going on, so I walked and took people to the apartment. All the way, the man was humming a pleasant little tune.

As soon as he walked into the entrance, before he could change his shoes, he was hugged by a pair of hot hands.

The nasal voice contained a smile: "Junior Brother thought about it for a long time along the way. If Senior Brother doesn't remember, this should be the fastest way."

Zong Luo was trembling all over.

Not the shudder of being intimately touched, but the familiarity that comes almost from the soul.

After that, everything seemed to be as it should be.

Kiss, test, interlock.

When he was really pressed against the wall, Zong Luo's paste-like brain finally became clearer.

No, what is he doing?

"Don't... uh."

But it was too late.

It's the moment of return to the sheath, that is the real satisfaction.

The young man in red sighed in a low voice and hugged the person tossing and turning.

Although it was only in a dream, this person also had an extremely delicious taste all over his body. The body is still the same as reality. Every place, every corner that can be easily tightened, is clearly detected by Yu Beizhou.

"Professor, do you remember now?"

He wickedly stuck his chin on the person's shoulder, and while holding the whole person in his arms, he became more and more submerged, in exchange for a muffled groan from the other side.

Since Zongluo didn't respond, Yu Beizhou worked even harder, with a regretful tone: "Then it seems that the younger brother is not working hard enough."

Zong Luo felt as if his entire body was being roasted on a fire.

He was very familiar with it, and even the shape it came out was the same every time, not to mention the numbness and softness in the tips of this person's breathing and exhalation, as if he was about to drown in such a temperature.

They are standing here in the hallway now, with their backs against the wall.

It was really unsteady to stand, Yu Beizhou hugged the person directly, so that the person could only rely on him completely. This posture will only make it more intrusive, causing those two beautiful straight arms to wrap around him, trembling in vain.

L.

The faucet in the apartment forgot to turn off, leaving the floor wet.

Yu Beizhou was slightly dissatisfied.

The senior brother in the dream was as fragrant and soft, but he didn't know what was going on, and he forgot about him.

However, dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, and it does not prevent him from teasing.

The young man in red said in a pitiful tone, "Do you remember your brother?"

If you haven't remembered it yet, it's a bit tougher.

After all this tossing and turning, the young university professor was stunned.

In the end, he curled up in his arms, with physiological tears at the end of his eyes, and fell asleep vaguely.

That's what it's like in the dream, no need to clean up.

You can also fill it up and keep it until the next morning. When the man got up, Yu Beizhou jokingly admired the flowing beauty, and pushed the man down again.

This dream is obviously a bit long. Many details are not clear when I recall them carefully, but it was just a dream for no reason.

Zongluo accepted the existence of Yu Beizhou.

To say it is to accept, it is better to acquiesce. Although I haven't remembered the name yet, I really talk about love in such a strange way.

A week later, Zong Luo's students all found that their professor who had been single for many years seemed to be living with someone.

A pair of hands often appear lazily on the screen when the group is discussing memories. There is no face, just one hand, sometimes holding a plate of strawberries, sometimes holding something else, just both hands look good Extremely.

Every time, Zongluo reacted only after Yu Beizhou finished feeding, and blushed and told him to stay away, not to disturb their meeting.

The days have passed so slowly for half a month.

One day Zong Luo went out with Yu Beizhou, and suddenly raised his eyes halfway.

On the road of people coming and going, there is a vague and incompatible person standing.

It is indeed a blurry person, who can't see his face clearly, only the hanging Mian Hao and the gorgeous clothes on his body. If you look harder, the dragon patterns outlined by the golden thread show their teeth and claws, and they are extremely luxurious.

I don't know why, Zong Luo's nose was sore, and tears came down.

"Why cry. A qualified emperor should not cry."

The emperor put his hands on his back and turned his head.

Even if he couldn't see his expression, Zong Luo knew that the man must have a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of pride.

Of course, this smile turned into gnashing of teeth after seeing Yu Beizhou.

This stinky boy clearly knew that this was a dream, and was still playing some love game with his eldest son in the dream. It was obvious that he could wake up just by saying his name, but it took so long.

"Okay, don't come here again next time."

The emperor waved his hand, and his wide sleeve robe drew an arc in the air, and pushed the person back: "Go back to work hard, don't try to escape government affairs with this trick!"

Looking at the empty dreamland in front of him that gradually began to collapse, Emperor Yuan turned and left.

When we meet again next time, it should be before death.

For the gods, this is nothing short of a snap of their fingers.

Until then, he will be watching carefully from the sky.

......

Zong Luo faintly woke up.

The entrance to the eye is still the fan surface carved with patterns in the bedroom, the incense burner is circling leisurely, and the surrounding is warm and quiet.

Even the hand on his body was still scorching hot.

The person behind him hugged him and made a few nasal voices: "I'll sleep again, Senior Brother."

So he waved his thoughts and lay down again.

"Junior brother had a dream last night."

Early in the morning, Yu Beizhou's voice was a little aggrieved: "Senior brother in the dream doesn't remember junior brother, junior brother is very sad."

Zongluo: "...?"

Zongluo: "I slept well last night and didn't dream."

However, the young man in red had already turned over, picked him up, and bit his ear tip intimately.

"Junior brother doesn't care, anyway, senior brother must do his best to comfort the injured junior brother."

As for how to comfort, that is, the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees the wisdom.

By the time he finally appeased Yu Beizhou, who could find excuses to come back and forth anytime, anywhere, Zong Luo was too tired to have the strength.

The emperor has no rest days, but Zong Luo stunned for six days off.

Fortunately, today is the one, otherwise he would have to get up early if he said anything.

The young man in red kissed his fingertips, hugged the crowd again, and rolled into the bed together.

Today is the August of the first year of Dayuan. The four seas are peaceful, and all countries come to Korea.

In the beginning, even when dealing with government affairs, Zongluo would feel sad for a long time when he saw the manuscripts left by Emperor Yuan, and he held back his tears. With the passage of time, he is now an emperor who can act on his own and give both kindness and power.

Just like him and Yu Beizhou, who once had murderous intentions and hated them to the core, they were mortal enemies. But now they are also in love with each other, handing over each other's backs, wanting to rejoice. Well, no need to say more.

People always grow up. Luckily someone was with you.

They still have a lot of time to share with each other.

For the rest of my life, always.