I'm really immortal

Bai Hui returned to the car and saw Zhu Juntang video chatting with an old man with a white beard. The old man was not bald, but his beard and hair were all white, shining with a silvery light. For such an outstanding grandfather, Bai Hui Hui always believed that they must have a status similar to the peerless masters in martial arts novels, but they may not necessarily be martial arts masters, but may be experts in other industries.

The old man was talking to Zhu Juntang about the historical and cultural knowledge related to the sycamore tree: "If you really want to talk about some of the status of the sycamore tree in history, it was mostly in the Han Dynasty and after." "Xijing Miscellaneous Notes" said: Shanglin Garden Tong San, Chair Tung, Indus, and Jingtong. When Huo Guang took his granddaughter to play in Shanglin Garden, his granddaughter, who later became Queen Shangguan, fell in love with the swing hanging on the sycamore tree in Shanglin Garden. Huo Guang asked her, Would you like to play on the swing here every day..."

Bai Hui accompanied Zhu Juntang and listened to the history of the sycamore tree for a long time, but what Bai Hui doubted was that Zhu Juntang could remember these things after listening to them. The old man quoted the passage "The phoenix sings in the high hills over there. The phoenix trees grow in the morning sun over there. The vines are luxuriant, and the yongyong yongyong is scrowing." She can't even recognize all the words. How many words can she make out by listening to the sounds?

The car stopped at the teaching building where Zhu Juntang was going to attend class. The driver got out and opened the door. The driver's door opened a little faster than the rear door. Zhu Juntang rubbed his eyes, ended the video call, and said to Bai Hui: "I Go...go to class. The driver will take you back. If I am not bullied by Liu Changan at noon, we will have lunch together."

"Okay, don't provoke him." Bai Hui said helplessly. Zhu Juntang is really like a masochist. He likes to provoke Liu Chang'an whenever he has something to do. Then he comes to Bai Hui crying after being bullied to denounce and scold Liu Chang'an. , and then germinated solidly.

Maybe she thinks there is a word "cute" in "solid-state germination", so she thinks she is cute like this?

Zhu Juntang didn't take it seriously. She almost fell asleep after listening to some popular Chinese science that she couldn't understand along the way. It was a little cold during the short journey from the car. She shrank her neck and stretched her hands from behind her neck. Her hair was parted and spread over her neck.

It was no longer cold, Zhu Juntang walked into the classroom with elegant steps.

The third period had just ended. There were people moving around in the classroom. The girls went to the bathroom in twos and threes. Zhu Juntang looked around. He first saw Yan Qingcheng and nodded slightly. Then he saw Liu Changan sitting in the corner, with his hands on his waist. He raised his palms to his side, flapped them twice and prepared to run over, but immediately gave up. Maintaining the attitude of a wealthy lady as always, he gently pressed the hem of his skirt and walked to Liu Changan's side.

"The roll call has been made today." Liu Changan reminded her.

"Am I still going to be expelled?" Zhu Juntang frowned slightly and didn't care. This is not the point.

"It's normal to fire you."

"If you fire me, there will be no donations for each school year. Who would do such a thing that has no benefit at all?"

"makes sense."

Zhu Juntang glanced at the boys next to Liu Changan and waved.

Wei Xuanyi and Sun Shutong were still a little suppressed by Zhu Juntang's momentum, and unconsciously moved a few positions to the other side. Qin Zhiqiang sat there for a moment, stunned, and moved over.

Zhu Juntang pushed the motionless Liu Changan again. Liu Changan glanced at her and simply sat in an unoccupied seat in the front row.

Zhu Juntang followed, sat next to Liu Changan, and immediately said: "I discovered a secret of yours!"

"I discovered that you are constipated." Liu Changan also discovered a secret about Zhu Juntang.

"I didn't!" Zhu Juntang was brewing the mystery of telling the secret and the proud feeling of discovering his secret, but he completely destroyed it.

I still feel a little angry. How can this person slander others casually? This serious slander is almost equivalent to thinking that she is not a fairy, but just a mortal.

"Then tell me, is it your skirt that wants to die, or your little socks that want to die?" Seeing the way she came prepared, Liu Changan knew that it was time for Zhu Juntang to sprout again.

Zhu Juntang held down her skirt a little nervously, her breathing quickened slightly, and her cheeks bulged.

"Can you change your tactics? Don't always bully me with my little skirt and socks!" Zhu Juntang said angrily.

"No." One trick is popular all over the world, just like some authors write novels. There is no problem in writing ten or eight books based on one routine, but there are risks in changing the routine.

"Then I still have to say it." Zhu Juntang said with courage.

Liu Changan opened his notes and casually sketched a simple drawing of a sheep.

"I heard from Bai Hui today that there was a man named Gui Youguang. After his wife died, he planted a sycamore tree. From then on, ancient literati had a tradition of planting a sycamore tree after the death of his wife. A sycamore tree follows the trend." Zhu Juntang summarized the miscellaneous notes on traditional culture learned this morning.

Liu Changan's hand shook, and the sheep painting was ruined. He couldn't help turning his head to look at Zhu Juntang. This person could always bring surprises and surprises to Liu Changan, no less than Zhou Dongdong and Shangguan Dandan.

At this time, there is a rough saying in county slang, and I don’t know whether to say it or not.

He didn't even need to question or confirm, and believed that this was just Zhu Juntang's own imagination. Bai Hui was often ridiculed by Liu Changan and Gao Dewei for his IQ and grades, but in fact Bai Hui also had a total score of 750. , after taking the exam for more than 600 points, I was admitted to the 985, 211 University.

It was impossible for Bai Fen not to be able to figure out whether the tree Gui Youguang planted was a sycamore or a loquat tree.

Liu Changan said nothing and drew a new sheep. He had nothing to say. He neither wanted to lament Zhu Juntang's remarks nor correct her, nor should he respond to her.

"Why didn't you respond?" Zhu Juntang was stunned for a moment. He shouldn't be so calm. He had been poking at his emotional pain points for thousands of years.

Liu Changan didn't want to pay attention to her. He happened to be in class and looked up at the teacher on the podium.

"Old man?"

"grandfather!"

"BAA Baa baa!"

Zhu Juntang was anxious to tell him his secret, so not responding at all meant no gossip at all!

"Grandpa, are you ignoring your little fairy sheep?" Zhu Juntang hugged Liu Changan's arm and acted coquettishly.

Liu Changan asked Qin Zhiqiang behind him to borrow some tape and put it on the table.

Zhu Juntang looked at the tape, and many pictures came to mind, so she let go of Liu Changan's arm and sat honestly, with her hands folded together on the table, just like the posture of a primary school student on her first day of class. .

"The little sheep is so good." Liu Changan touched Zhu Juntang's head with satisfaction.

"Hey!" Zhu Juntang didn't want to say any more.

Until the end of get out of class, Zhu Juntang didn't bother Liu Changan anymore.

She just stared at the roll of tape. When get out of class was over, Qin Zhiqiang and others had to go back to the dormitory first. Liu Changan returned the tape to Qin Zhiqiang, and Zhu Juntang breathed a sigh of relief.

"I know, you planted most of the plane trees in Xiangda!" Zhu Juntang said immediately without feeling the threat from the tape.

Liu Changan nodded.

Zhu Juntang suddenly felt proud, "I think you planted the sycamore tree for a reason. Do you dare to tell me what the reason is?"

Zhu Juntang has done a lot of research and imagination. He has always been very interested in the mysterious stories surrounding Liu Changan, but he basically didn't tell her about them, so Zhu Juntang had to work hard to discover them on his own.

I planted the sycamore trees one by one with my own hands. For many years, I sat under the sycamore tree and waited.

When he rests, when he eats, when he is in a daze, when he reads, when he drinks tea, there is always a tall sycamore tree accompanying him, as if it is the incarnation of someone.

Until one day, that person struggled to jump onto the shore like a passing wave from the long river of history, and walked back to him.

Who is this guy? Zhu Juntang wanted to know. The appearance of this person would probably make An Nuan, Qin Yanan, and Bai Hui heartbroken.

"Arbor Day."

"What?" Zhu Juntang touched his ears.

"Arbor Day." Liu Changan repeated.

"What Arbor Day?"

"Oh, you don't know about Arbor Day?" Liu Changan nodded. He didn't know whether Taiwan maintained the tradition of Arbor Day, but even if it did, it was reasonable for Miss Zhu not to know.

"You mean... you planted the sycamore tree because of Arbor Day?" Zhu Juntang tugged his ears and looked at Liu Changan with wide eyes.

"Our country's Arbor Day was initiated by forestry experts such as Ling Daoyang, Han An, and Pei Yili during the Republic of China. It was originally the Qingming Festival. Later, in order to commemorate the death of Sun Yat-sen, it was changed to March 12. This festival was established in the 1970s It became a festival in our country again at the end of the 19th century." Liu Changan looked at Zhu Juntang and said, "To talk about tree planting as a festival activity, it can be traced back to BC."

Zhu Juntang looked around and saw that there were sycamore trees he planted everywhere.

The leaves of the sycamore trees were all yellow, and they were shivering in the cold wind. Even so, they seemed to be stubbornly making a mocking sound.

"You...you planted so many sycamore trees just because of Arbor Day?" Zhu Juntang let go of his ears, put his hands on his hips angrily, and tilted his head to look at Liu Changan angrily.

"Yes, I will also plant trees on Arbor Day next year. Will you go?" Liu Changan invited in a calm tone.

"No!" Zhu Juntang left angrily. It was a waste of time. She made an appointment with Bai Hui to have dinner together. At noon, she and Bai Hui could enjoy her new collection of animal-themed socks.

Liu Changan smiled and turned to look at the ubiquitous sycamore trees on campus with gentle eyes.

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