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December 26th.

High Education Park, Dongdu Library.

The bright and clean reading hall was almost full, with a constant rustling sound.

Most were young people buried in their studies, writing furiously.

There were also a few retired people wearing reading glasses, slowly flipping through books.

Fang Cheng picked up his thermos cup filled with wolfberries and took a sip.

A large pile of books and classics were placed on the desk in front of him, mostly thick tomes.

While drinking water, his eyes swept over the figures of those young people, and his heart was slightly touched.

“There are still 4 days until the date of the postgraduate entrance examination.”

“Among them, there should be many people on the same front as me, right?”

However, Fang Cheng was already well prepared.

The main purpose of coming to the library this time was just to find some information.

The strange words and symbols on the postcard sent by the stranger always felt like a stone in his heart.

But until now, there was still no clue.

It seemed that those strange text symbols were just doodles by others.

While thinking, Fang Cheng vaguely noticed a gaze drifting over and landing on his face.

So he looked up.

He saw a young woman sitting in front and to the right, also looking up at him.

The woman had a beautiful face, shoulder-length short hair, and wore a pair of thin-rimmed black glasses.

When their eyes met, he saw a slight smile on her lips, and she nodded politely as a greeting.

Fang Cheng remembered her.

The last time he came to the library to study health knowledge, he had met her.

Today, she was still sitting in her usual position.

She was holding a pen and had a few books in front of her, seemingly taking reading notes.

Fang Cheng had excellent eyesight and could clearly see the words she was writing.

It seemed like she was a college teacher preparing for a lesson.

Maybe it was because he was flipping through books too fast and disturbed her?

With this thought, Fang Cheng nodded and made an apologetic gesture.

In fact, with his current level of mental sensitivity, it was easy to detect the negative emotions transmitted by the surrounding people.

However, after using the Concentration skill, he always consciously ignored the noise and interference from the outside world.

【Speed Reading lv1 (196/250)】

【Concentration lv1 (213/250)】

After glancing at the skill growth progress, Fang Cheng finished drinking the water and stood up.

He piled the dozen or so books on the table into a stack and held them in his arms.

Then he walked towards the bookshelf area not far away.

After returning all the books to their original places one by one, he walked to another row of bookshelves next to him.

“Let’s look again?”

Fang Cheng took out a foreign language book and pondered to himself.

If it really doesn't work.

Maybe he could go to some universities to find some real professionals and ask them for advice.

Or consult the administrator to see if they can help him borrow books from the ancient book area on the top floor.

Whoosh.

Opening the cover, Fang Cheng simply stood by the window, basking in the sun and reading the book.

The double-sided wooden bookshelves were filled with various books and classics, blocking the line of sight and emitting a special fragrance of books.

Readers passed by from time to time, creating a leisurely and comfortable atmosphere.

Just as he was lowering his head and concentrating on reading.

A faint scent, like jasmine perfume, suddenly drifted into his nose.

Afterwards, a delicate and melodious voice sounded.

“Are you very interested in linguistics?”

Fang Cheng was slightly surprised and looked up upon hearing the sound.

He saw the beautiful teacher wearing glasses standing in front of him at this moment, her eyes showing a bit of interest.

“I’m sorry.”

She raised her hand and smoothed the hair beside her ear, and actively explained:

“I just saw that you borrowed many foreign language books. It’s really rare to see someone studying several languages ​​at the same time, so I’m a little curious.”

Looking at the woman who regarded him as a “weirdo,” Fang Cheng silently complained in his heart.

In fact, through previous observations, this teacher was not much better.

The books she borrowed were also very miscellaneous, including economics, political science, history, religion, folklore, archeology, and so on.

The breadth of the span made people wonder if she could really understand all of them.

After a little consideration, Fang Cheng answered her half-truthfully:

“My girlfriend sent me a postcard from abroad with some strange words written on it, and I really want to understand their meaning.”

“Oh.”

The beautiful teacher nodded as if she suddenly understood, and then said:

“I have some research on languages. If it doesn’t involve privacy, you might as well show it to me.”

Fang Cheng thought for a while, then took out the postcard from his pocket and handed it to her with some hope.

The beautiful teacher took it, stared at it carefully, and examined it.

After a long silence, she slightly opened her red lips with some hesitation:

“I have never seen this kind of writing before…”

Before Fang Cheng could feel disappointed, she continued:

“But one thing can be confirmed, they are not simple symbols, they should belong to the category of writing.”

“Why?”

Fang Cheng had suspected before that these characters might just be doodles.

“Languages ​​and writing all follow certain rules. Even if you don’t understand unfamiliar writing, you can feel a vague echo from it.”

The beautiful teacher raised a pair of bright eyes and looked at Fang Cheng:

“Because this is a kind of innate talent in human beings. Through writing, not only can superficial information be conveyed, but it can also support advanced thinking activities, allowing humans to more easily master many different languages.”

“Linguist Noam Chomsky calls this innate skill a ‘language acquisition device,’ comparing it to an organ inside the brain, in which is stored a certain regularity shared by human languages, namely ‘universal grammar.’”

Fang Cheng couldn't help but nod when he heard this.

Thinking carefully, when he first saw these characters, his first impression was that someone wanted to tell him something very special.

“Writing does not only belong to countries and nations. An ethnic group or an industry can create its own writing. The Nüshu that appeared in history, Taoist talismans, and the still-uncracked Moya Heavenly Book are all like this.”

“They seem to have no meaning, but there are many meanings, and they are used as a medium for specific groups to communicate with each other.”

“I recommend that you read some folklore books, maybe you can find similarities in some local traditional cultures and inspire inspiration.”

The beautiful teacher said in an orderly manner.

Suddenly remembering something, she added specifically at the end:

“By the way, during the New Year's Day holiday, the library will hold many popular science lectures.”

“One of the lecturers is a world-renowned paleo-linguist. You can go and listen, and you might have unexpected gains.”

Fang Cheng felt that when she said this, the light behind her glasses was unusually bright.

It seemed to flash with a bit of cunning, but it disappeared in an instant, as if it was just an illusion.

“Thank you for your help, may I ask your name?”

Fang Cheng took back the postcard and thanked her politely.

“Let me introduce myself, my name is Lin Chuqiao, a small lecturer at Dongdu University.”

The beautiful teacher straightened her proud chest and stretched out her hand generously.

“My name is Fang Cheng, and I am currently a sparring partner at a boxing gym.”

Fang Cheng gently squeezed her slender fingers and then let go.

He could feel the plump and soft feeling from her palm, just like the feeling her name and appearance gave people.