Blooming Tower of the West Wind

Hipper said indifferently: "Unless the person who wants to return to theoretical research from applied research has mastered the research methods, that's what I'm teaching you now."

Theron suddenly realized: "That's why...they wrote and chased and scolded your paper for several years?"

Hipper took off his glasses wearily, "That's right, most people don't even dare to touch this thing for fear of being considered as an application worker. However, if you use your rational thinking, you will find that there is no There is no pure theory, and all great theories must be tested by practice before they can be finally confirmed or disproved. Conversely, all abstractions are summarized from phenomena, and research cannot be carried out in imagination.”

"Yes, I understand this very well, and I agree with the above explanation you made. Teacher, don't worry about people who fail in logic and rhetoric."

Hipper couldn't help but burst out laughing, warm flames danced in her gray eyes, she rested her chin on one hand, and looked at Theron tenderly at the table, "My little beast, when did you learn to speak so meanly?" gone?"

"I think it must be because of what I've heard and seen." The emerald green eyes were bright and shrewd, and she squeezed her eyes mischievously, "And I don't think there is any meanness in telling the truth. It's not fair to the really mean words. "

Hipper lowered her eyes and shook her head with a smile, "Get ready for dinner, I will read these tonight, and I will give you a preliminary feedback tomorrow afternoon. By the way, do you enjoy the process of your research? I mean, it hangs out with you Do you find it boring in comparison?"

"Of course, I enjoyed the process and I hope to share my results with you."

This is of course her sincere words. She never tells lies, but she has gradually learned how not to tell the truth.

They have been together day and night for more than three years. Theron thinks that she is very familiar with Hipper. She knows all of Hipper's living habits, her preferences and preferences, and of course she is very clear. If you want to please her, you must You must perform well in class. If you want to see the dancing flames in her eyes, you'd better find out that even Hipper doesn't know about it—of course, the most likely thing is that you know it but haven't noticed it or studied it deeply. Over-things.

But blows often come from pride. Theron understood this truth early on, so although he was looking forward to Hipper's smile, he was still mentally prepared before going out of the room.The crisp morning light coming in through the long and narrow windows seemed to give her a little encouragement.

Just as she was tidying up her shirt anxiously, there were three "knock knock" sounds from the door.

This was Hipper's habit, and she taught Theron: Knock three times, not too hastily, not too lightly, not too hard.

"Teacher?" She didn't even have time to button the buttons, she turned around and ran to the door to open it, still wearing slippers on her feet.

Hipper appeared at the door, her blond hair was almost blinding her eyes against the rising sun.Her hair was - quite astonishingly - loose, so that her face was hidden in thin shadows, as if lit by a misty light.

"Is there... what's the matter?"

Hipper didn't speak, just stared at her neck, stretched out his hand, pinched her skirt and led her to him, and Theron took half a step forward.The Archmage leaned lightly against the door and concentrated on buttoning the remaining buttons for her.

Leaving the top one unbuttoned, she straightened Theron's collar and brushed the hair around her ears, "It's long, cut it on weekends?"

"Okay. Teacher, why didn't you comb your hair?"

Hipper smiled lazily, "I saw it very late yesterday, so I got up late today and have no time to comb my hair."

"Then let me help you..." Hipper's hairstyle is quite difficult to manage, and the braids need to be interspersed on the top of her head in turns. If she doesn't have time, she will make a three-strand braid.Maybe she just got up 10 minutes ago, thinking so, she really smelled a warm breath from Hipper's body coming out of the quilt.

As warm and charming as the sun this morning.

"No, let's go upstairs. I really like the little surprise you gave me. In fact, I think it's a big surprise. You did exactly what I asked of you: start at the end, cut in small, research deeply, and benefit me What’s more valuable is that this is not your research field at all.”

Little by little, Theron's eyes widened, looking at Hipper in disbelief, and even narrowed his eyes to examine her later, trying to find a trace of irony in her face.

It's a pity that she looked so sincere that Theron felt that it was unreal. She unconsciously raised her hand and patted her face lightly.

"Do you really like it? I mean . . . I don't know for sure, because it's probably not an interesting subject for some people."

"It's fine if you like it. Doing things for your own interests is the best state. I hope you can remember this feeling."

"Oh, of course. Do you have any advice for me? I mean...I always thought you wouldn't come down here just to compliment me."

Hipper sighed, "Well, if you insist. I have two complaints."

On the contrary, Theron breathed a sigh of relief, "Please tell me, I am always ready to correct my mistakes."

Hipper raised her eyebrows, "How can you be sure that I must be right and you must be wrong?"

Theron froze for a moment, then blinked slyly, and said: "A reasonable prediction based on experience, if I think the criticism against me is unreasonable, I will definitely defend myself, my teacher."

Hipper patted her head, took her hand and walked upstairs, "Let's talk while eating, oh, I can smell the aroma."

The door of the living room was open, and Thius probably heard footsteps, and half a cotton pad popped out from the door, making a soft bark.

"Tius is so cute." Hipper praised the footstool out of politeness, because it waited so well for everyone to eat before eating, otherwise it wouldn't be so anxious to wait at the door.

Theron quickened her pace and rushed to Hipper to open the door for her. Although the mage could use spells to open the door at will, she still liked the treatment of standing by the door and watching Hipper's chin raised sideways.After Hipper walked in, she went to pull away the chair in front of the stone table.

The breakfast was already on the table, and the slender strip of light coming in from the window just illuminated them, and the dense steam showed constantly changing shapes in the light, today it was pork pie, muffins with butter and boiled eggs The combination is topped with honey and a piece of butter. The butter has been half melted under the action of the steaming pancake, and the aroma is far away.

Hipper sat down at the table, folded his hands lightly, and said, "Thank you Elvis for giving us breakfast."

"Thanks Elvis for the breakfast," Theron repeated.

The Fire Lord Chef hid in the fireplace at this time, but there was still a surge of crimson light from the fireplace.

"Wow!" Then came the first babbling sound from under the table, Hipper smiled, cut the soft cake into small pieces, dipped some honey in it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I have two main dissatisfaction with your small paper, one of which is that your words are too written, so that you are a bit mysterious, that is to say, it can be seen that you deliberately chose these slightly difficult words .”

"Uh... I guess I should make an article a little more academic."

"Hmm... that's a good idea, but before I confirm this idea, I hope you can answer me a question." She glanced at Theron, cut off a piece of yeast cake and ate it with a small piece of pork pie, Theron secretly imitated her way of eating, and answered absently.

"What is it?"

"What is the most basic purpose of writing an article?"

"Uh...to clarify my point of view."

"To whom?"

Theron froze for a moment, and the piece of meat on the fork fell off. "To the... er... readers?"

"What is the identity of your readers?"

"Er...a member of the scientific community?"

Hipper smiled softly, "Your paper may be included in a collection of papers and sold to libraries everywhere, any library is possible. Then anyone who walks into the library may read Your article. Who do you think they are?"

"I guess... there are, of course, mages and mage-apprentices, clerics, knights, scholars who study other disciplines but occasionally rummage through collections, um... go to libraries... bureaucrats, some literate artisans, Witcher - I'm not sure if they read in the library?"

"They read it too."

"I suppose...probably anyone who can read would go into a library and chance upon a collection of essays like this, so long as it's in the reading room."

"Exactly, anyone who can read and has an interest in reading. The educated 'general public.'"

Theron certainly remembered the word.

"Educated ordinary people, they probably can't understand a remote word, so you have to remember to explain them. Or, for example, I haven't actually heard what 'creatine' is. I count on the author Explain it to me, but in the end I barely figured it out after reading the whole text."

"Oh, yes, I missed it. I thought it would be a simple word that everyone understands but I don't."

"I don't really understand," Hipper drank a little milk, and slowly wiped the milk stains off his lips with a napkin, "I'm just giving an example, it's a word that is mentioned in all their books .But it’s not a common word in everyday life, you don’t know anything about it until you read an article on the subject. Be considerate to your readers and they will remember your kindness.”

Theron secretly laughed at Hipper's justification in his heart, probably the archmage has his own strange self-esteem, and he doesn't want his students to think that he has any intellectual shortcomings.

"One more thing, I think you're implicitly accusing me of not exercising too little, so that I will gradually be unable to carry out heavy mental work." She glared at Theron, as if angry, but Theron could tell her at a glance. Not really angry, the Archmage's eyes were too gentle, it looked like he was just scaring her.