Huang Ting

"Brother Qiu Hua, this is the Chinese Academy of Deer University? It's so amazing. I feel like standing here, I feel the weight of history."

Listening to the exclamation of the girl next to him, the bookish college student wearing glasses and a plaid shirt proudly said:

"Of course, ours is a national key project, and there is no other university in the entire Forty-Nine Cities that can compare with us in terms of Chinese studies."

Seeing the girl looking at him with admiration with her beautiful big eyes, the college student named Qiu Hua became even more excited. He puffed up his chest to make the work ID card with the red round seal script herringbone logo printed on his chest more conspicuous.

Mr. Yang once said that Luda University is a university that cultivates college students who are responsible for management. Its status in the country can be imagined.

However, although Luda University is a good school, it is still difficult to find candidates for graduate students in some unpopular majors.

"Brother Qiu Hua, does it really matter if you take me in? I'm not a student of your school. I'm afraid you will be punished."

The girl's smoky eyebrows were slightly frowned, but it didn't hurt the color. Especially against the milky white dress she was wearing today, it added a kind of delicate beauty.

She is like a pretty widow who has just lost her husband. She has lost one point of innocence, but gained another three points of charm.

No, no, no, why do I feel this way? I just feel that she is like a fallen flower after the rain, and I feel so much love for her.

Qiu Hua refused to admit that this was his true thought, and brainwashed himself crazily in his heart.

Seeing that Qiu Hua didn't speak for a long time, the girl asked worriedly: "Am I putting Brother Qiu Hua in too much trouble? Why don't we just go around the school?"

"No no,"

It felt like the girl's temperament was based on her sexual proclivities, no, her aesthetics. Qiu Hua, who was so stunned that he was speechless, heard that the girl was about to leave, his throat slid, and he quickly said:

"It's no trouble. We are not one of those laboratories here, and the confidentiality level and operational level are not that high. As long as you don't mess with some professors' documents."

Worried that the girl would run away, Qiu Hua directly used actions instead of words and opened the door to let the girl in.

Lu Da has this golden brand, but his major is too unpopular. In addition, Qiu Hua himself is mediocre in appearance and does not know how to be romantic.

As for the blind date his family found, he didn't like the one with mediocre conditions, and he didn't like the one he liked, so he spent his college career miserably.

This time, he finally met a literary goddess who not only liked boring literary classics, but also liked his aesthetic taste. Qiu Hua had already sworn in his heart that he would never let her escape.

"By the way, I still don't know what your name is?"

He held the door diligently and welcomed the girl in. He waited until the girl floated past him with a burst of refreshing fragrance. She looked back at him and smiled. Qiu Hua, who was immersed in the gentle fragrance, suddenly woke up and remembered this.

The most critical thing.

He also met this girl by chance in the cafe today. During the chat, he talked about his school and major. He heard that she was very interested. Because he was seduced by her beauty, he volunteered to take her back to school.

The girl's eyebrows were curved: "Brother Qiu Hua, just call me Xiaohe."

Guoxueguan is one of Lu University's signature colleges, and it occupies a large area. However, today is a day off, so the college is empty with few people.

First of all, there are fewer students choosing the majors of the Chinese Academy of Sciences than those majoring in popular majors such as law, finance, and diplomacy.

Secondly, studying history and writing is an extremely boring job. Ordinary study and work are tiring enough. On rest days, unless there are special circumstances, few students are willing to stay in the college and continue reading books.

Therefore, in the empty corridor, only Qiu Hua's voice echoed.

The noisy sounds floated in the empty corridor, echoing endlessly, but there was no response, which further highlighted the desertedness of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

However, Xiao He didn't have any disappointed expression. Instead, he pulled Qiu Hua enthusiastically and asked about it.

"Brother Qiu Hua, where is this place? Is it written in Tibetan?"

Xiaohe curiously pointed to a corner of the Chinese Studies Museum.

Unlike other classrooms and libraries, most of the door signs in this area are bilingual, and even the promotional posters posted on the walls are mostly bilingual.

The watermarks on some posters are plateau snow peaks, some are desert ruins, and some are actually grottoes and Buddhist temples.

She could recognize that some of the posters were written in Tibetan, but she did not recognize the majority of the text.

Qiu Hua looked in the direction of Xiaohe's finger and understood: "Oh, that's the Institute of History and Language of the Western Regions, which specializes in studying the history and culture of the Western Regions."

"Some of them are in Tibetan, and some are in Mongolian, Tangut, Persian and Manchu."

Seeing that Xiaohe seemed to be interested in the Western Regions, Qiu Hua took her to the Western Regions Institute.

"This Institute of Western Regions can be regarded as a special college of our Lu University. No other school has such a large-scale Institute of Western Regions Culture."

In front of outsiders, Qiu Hua still did not reveal the shortcomings of his alma mater.

The history of ancient literature that Qiu Hua studied is already considered a relatively unpopular major, but it pales in comparison to the major at the Institute of Western Regions.

The majors of the Institute of Western Regions are the least popular among the unpopular, especially Xixia majors and Persian majors. Such dead languages ​​​​are no longer used and are not used in society at all. Even if they are teachers of small languages, there are no people.

want.

Most of the students in these majors have transferred here, or they chose the majors with the intention of picking up the slack. In many majors, there are more teachers than students.

It often happens that several professors teach one student.

"The Western Regions Institute is the cleanest place in the Institute of Chinese Studies. I rarely come here. I don't know the situation very well. I just heard that there is a very famous old professor here at the Western Regions Institute."

"It is said that the professor has very high academic attainments and his lectures are very interesting. Many people like his elective courses."

Qiu Hua talked about what he knew about the situation of the Western Region Institute.

"Oh, what's that professor's name?"

"Well, hanging on the wall over there is the professor's name. Professor Chen Jiuren Chen is the deputy director of the Institute of Western Regions History and Languages ​​and an expert in Western Regions culture."

Xiaohe seemed particularly interested in Chen Jiuren: "Do you know where the professor is now?"

Qiu Hua scratched his head. This question was out of scope. He hesitated and said: "It should be at the Western Region Institute. I heard that Professor Chen has no family and no room. He is alone. He stays in the school every day to do research."

Xiao He said to himself: "Sure enough, it is exactly as described by our intelligence."

Qiu Hua thought she was a little strange: "What kind of information? Is it a question about sex?"

Xiaohe looked at Qiu Hua with a charming and affectionate smile, and his seductive eyes made Qiu Hua's face turn red.

Xiaohe lifted Qiu Hua's chin: "If it were normal, sister would definitely tease you more, but sister is pressed for time now and doesn't have time to play with you."

"Also, you are not that Capricorn man. If you don't have his good looks, you don't need to use this kind of trick to pick up girls."

Facing Qiu Hua who was already lying on the ground, Xiao He touched his long hair and said in a nostalgic tone.