Do you have a scholarly tyranny?

The biggest feature of Yuan Province University is that there is no gate or wall in the traditional sense.

Xi Hu felt this when he stepped on the spot with Tan Siming the day before.

But after Tan Siming went to the interview this morning, Xi Hu discovered the problems that a free and open campus would bring—it is too easy to find the way.

Each college is on both sides of the road around the mountain, mixed with residential areas and commercial areas.The school seems to be moved wherever there is free space. Where there is open space on the road and hills, there may be teaching buildings.

Xi Hu thought to himself, after studying here for four years, even if someone is a road idiot when he registers, he will eventually become a walking GPS.

Walking on the street, looking up, the passers-by on the left are bustling, and the taxis and buses on the road are passing by; on the building on the right, there is a sign of "Yuan Province University".

Two girls came out with books in their arms.

"Two beauties, may I ask..."

Xi Hu was just wondering which college this building belonged to, so he walked forward and smiled politely.

Unexpectedly, he was glanced at by the two of them, and the two looked at each other again, their cheeks blushed.

Xi Hu: "..."

Are all the young ladies here so shy...

Xi Hu continued to ask: "Which college building of Yuan University is this?"

"It's not a school building, it's an old picture."

One of the more extroverted girls answered him. Seeing that he was a little confused, she added, "The old library."

"The old library?"

Subconsciously, Xi Hu took two steps back and raised his head.

This is a very quaint building, solemn and solemn, with red walls and blue tiles, and dark green vines spreading on the outer wall, revealing the historical wind and frost behind it.

"Come to visit Yuan University?"

The girl guessed his identity, "You can go in directly, the first floor is open to the whole city, only the second floor needs to swipe our school's student card."

Xi Hu glanced at her gratefully.

The summer sun was scorching, and the heat island effect in the provincial capital was particularly severe. Xi Hu walked around for most of the morning, already sweating profusely, and just wanted to find a place to rest his feet.

So in the next second, I asked a question from an uneducated person: "Can I connect to wifi here?"

"..."

The girl quickly responded, half helplessly, half proudly, "Our campus network is also completely free and open, anyone can directly connect."

She pointed to Xi Hu who took out his mobile phone - "Yes, that's the one, the abbreviation is YD."

Xi Hu: "..."

Well he was evil.

Xi Hu quickly connected and said goodbye to the ladies and sisters.Once he entered the library - the sufficient air-conditioning almost didn't make him sneeze.

Seen from the outside, the old library is tall and majestic, with extraordinary momentum.

Seen from the inside, it appears larger and more open: the interior leads directly to the roof.From the second floor, third floor, to the fifth floor, the stairs meander upwards, and a huge lamp hangs from the ceiling on the top of the building.

In front of you, rows of bookshelves are lined up like ribs on a skeleton, occupying the entire space on the first floor.Many figures were inside, either moving or standing still.

Looking at the past at a glance, there is no end in sight.

This feels... fresh.

Yuanxing High School where Xi Hu is located has a library.

They have a reading class—actually, it is a Chinese class, and it is a bit like a self-study class, because every time this class comes, the Chinese teacher of each class will take the students to the library to borrow books, and then let the students sit inside and read freely , Excerpts, and writing impressions after reading.

But their library is built in a complex building, and the area is not large, it only occupies one floor, and there are other administrative offices on the other half of the floor.

Compared with this old library, Yuanxing High School's library can only be counted as a reading room at best.

In reading class, Xi Hu always likes to "communicate" while reading—in fact, talking to people—and of course other students do the same.So whenever their school library opens, there are always whispers.

Unless Wang Qingping came back to discipline him, the commotion would intensify, buzzing like bees in a beehive.

And it's quiet here.

It was so quiet that Xi Hu could hear his own footsteps.

The outside is the lively and noisy real world, and the inside is the quiet and lonely ivory tower.

All kinds of books are placed in an orderly manner on the bookshelves, including economics, management, engineering, electronic technology...everything.

Xi Hu searched and searched, and finally found a book he had seen that appeared on Tan Siming's reading list - "Animal Farm".

Another important reason why Xi Hu chose this book is that it is very thin.

It is already eleven o'clock, and in another hour, we will be able to wait until Tan Siming's interview is over.

The reading area is already full of people, with only a few empty seats.

Xi Hu took the book and walked over cautiously.

After a while, Xi Hu became a little sleepy.

Anyone who walks on two legs is an enemy; anyone who walks on four limbs, or who has wings, is a relative...

What the hell is this? ?

How could Tan Siming understand? ?

Xi Hu's eyes turned one by one, one stuck to the other, making a paste, like flies in the sunlight outside under the tree, flying around in front of his eyes in the dark, like flies in the sunlight outside.

The more I look, the eyelids seem to droop and close.

Before he closed his eyes, the last thought in his mind was that Tan Siming was so right.

Chinese, especially reading comprehension, really can't be made up in a while...

"Light! Wait for the light! Wait for the light!"

"Light! Wait for the light! Wait for the light!"

Before Xi Hu fell asleep, his cell phone rang.

Xi Hu was shocked all over, before he opened his eyes, he touched the phone and pressed the call button.

Just kidding, although he closed his eyes, he could already feel the glaring eyes from all directions.

Xi Hu tiptoed and quickly dodged into the bathroom behind the reading area.

It was Xi Junfeng calling.

Xi Hu suddenly felt a little excited.

He put the phone close to his ear and called softly—"Dad..."

Want to say: I came to the provincial capital.

I want to ask: how are you doing recently?

Still want to test: Do you want me to visit you?

There was no answer.

Xi Hu turned up the volume of the call, only to realize that, probably because he had waited too long, Xi Junfeng had hung up long ago.

Xi Hu pinched the phone in his hand and stayed there for a moment, then another call came in.

This time he picked it up and took a closer look—it was Tan Siming.

"The interview is over?"

Xi Hu looked at the mirror in front of the sink.

The eyes of the person in the mirror are a little red, and they seem to be a little wet inside.

Xi Hu turned on the faucet, rubbed the corners of his eyes with his hands, and smiled, regardless of whether Tan Siming could see it, "How is it? I think you can..."

"I'm in the hospital." Tan Siming interrupted him.

When Xi Hu heard this, he immediately became nervous.

"What's the matter with you? Where is the injury? What's the matter?"

He asked incessantly, and then asked again, "Is it serious? Which hospital?..."

With great difficulty, Tan Siming seized a gap, interjected directly, and clarified the important information first: "It's not me."

"Ah?" Xi Hu was confused now.

"It's Tian Tian, ​​she fainted after the interview."

Tan Siming sounded very calm, and said on the other end of the phone, "The Third Affiliated Hospital of Xingda University, the third floor of the emergency department, come here."

Tian Tian? ?

Emergency room? ?

what's the situation……

Xingjiang University is well known as Xingjiang University, which is on the edge of Xingjiang, very close to Yuanda University.Xi Hu ran out of the library, reached out to hail a taxi on the side of the road, and rushed to Xingsan Medical.

He was in the car, thinking in his mind, was Tian Tian okay when he was with them yesterday?

Why did you faint today? ?

Xi Hu rushed to find Tan Siming in a hurry, and before he could speak, he heard a medical staff shouting——

"Who is Tian Tian's family?!"

"I'm!"

"I."

Xi Hu and Tan Siming finished in unison, glanced at each other, went into the emergency room and sat down together.

The doctor inside took a look at Tan Siming first: "Aren't you the one who sent Tian Tian here? The little girl's boyfriend?"

Xi Hu: "..."

Sensing Xi Hu's gaze, the female doctor looked at him again with suspicion: "Another boyfriend?"

Xi Hu: "..."

Xi Hu: "I'm her brother."

"Oh, then you can have a fight."

Xi Hu: "..."

Why did he want to talk about Siming?

The meaning of this sentence...

"Doctor, what happened to my sister?"

Xi Hu faintly felt that this matter might have something to do with Qiao Yuenan.

In such a split second, his brain circuit, which was long enough to circle the earth several times, suddenly thought of several bloody scenes of abortion and miscarriage.

The more he thought about it, the fist clenched unconsciously.

However, seeing his heartbroken expression, the female doctor told the seriousness with a blank face: "Endocrine disorders, rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

Xi Hu breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter with your boyfriend? You are also a brother?"

The female doctor suddenly scolded again, "She had an ordinary abortion before, so she should take good care of her body after that?"

Xi Hu: "..."

The female doctor chattered endlessly: "Although ordinary abortion is a minor operation, it is not as harmful to the mother as induced labor, but you should also..."

Not a miscarriage, not an abortion, but these have already happened?

Xi Hu couldn't listen to what she said later.

He followed Tan Siming out of the emergency room and went to see Tian Tian in the ward.

Tian Tian has already woken up and is half sitting on the hospital bed.

Her lips were pale, and so was her face.

Seeing them coming, she gave a weak smile and laughed twice: "Damn... It's really embarrassing for you to see such a ghost..."

Xi Hu watched, and now there was only one thought in his mind.

Scold Qiao Yuenan to death, then go back and chop.

The author has something to say:

Share a poem today:

God gave me books and night at the same time,

It's a wonderful irony,

I describe his elaborate masterpieces like this,

And don't take it as a complaint or reprimand.

He let a pair of blind eyes

Dominating this vast city,

However, these eyes can only browse

What about the absurd stories in the Tibetan Dream Pavilion,

It can be regarded as the reward of Dawn for his pursuit.

Innumerable books offered in vain by day,

like those ruined in alexandria

Obscure manuscripts are generally mysterious.

there is a king

Thirst and hunger by springs and gardens;

The blind library is majestic and deep,

I was running around aimlessly.

Encyclopedias, Atlases, Oriental and

The West, the changing of the century, the rise and fall of dynasties,

The classics, the universe and the theory of the origin of the universe,

It's all on display, but it's of no use to me.

I've been secretly imagining

Heaven should look like a library,

I slowly survey the space in a daze,

With that hesitant cane.

some force that cannot be called coincidence

In restricting such changes in the state of affairs,

Someone has already been blind

I have accepted this vast sea of ​​books and darkness.

As I wandered among cupboards,

There is often a vague sense of fear in my heart:

I am the elder who died,

He also faltered like I did.

People are different, but the darkness is the same,

Is it me or is he writing this psalm?

Since there is no difference in bad luck,

Does it matter what name I use?

Grossac or Borges,

All are looking at this lovely world,

The world is changing, like a dream

Perish in the ashes of bewilderment and bleakness.

- Borges, "Poetry of Genius"