mayfly era

Typhoid thought: Do I owe you?

"We just virtualized a new unit and found some fluctuations. Do you know how many days I haven't slept for this fluctuation. It's about to start geometric growth. You suddenly called me out. I don't like going out. I thought The boss asked me to keep me, but he said, 'You don't go out for a few days, you can grow taller when you see more sunshine, so why don't you go out and relax'."

Typhoid finished chanting such a long string of words with a blank expression, if it wasn't for the content to complain, it would be difficult for people to understand his dissatisfaction from his expression.

"Hey, what the boss said is quite right, you can grow taller if you get more exposure to the sun." Smoker said.

Typhoid took a deep breath and forcibly swallowed his anger.

The only national university in the central city, located in the east, occupies the entire [-]th district.The university used to be an ancient church community. It can be seen that this unknown religion once had infinite glory, but it has been wiped out, the history is untestable, and even its name is unknown.

Different from the black-and-white steeple church of Creationism, the building of this nameless religion is dominated by brick red and milky white, square and simple in shape, inlaid with blue, purple and green stained glass, classic and elegant.

Typhoid took out an old student ID card from his pocket and handed it to the window.A middle-aged man was sitting in the window. He looked at the typhoid fever, then at the student ID card in his hand, and said impatiently, "You have already graduated."

"Well, I'm coming back to visit the teacher." Shang Han said.

"It's rare..." The middle-aged man muttered, and scanned the magnetic stripe of his typhoid student ID card, "Go in."

"These two are my classmates. We made a temporary decision. They didn't bring their student ID cards. You can use the system to check." Typhoid tilted his head and said to the two, "the ID cards."

Chen Li and Yan Qiang obediently handed in their documents.The middle-aged man took the ID from Typhoid, scanned it, checked the identity information of the two, and returned the ID.

"Go in, but I want to remind you that the school is quite chaotic recently, you..." The middle-aged man looked at the physiques of the two standing behind the typhoid, and smiled awkwardly, "You should be fine. "

"We will be careful, thank you." Typhoid spoke politely, but with that dry voice, it was a bit strange.

After they entered the door, the smoking gun looked back at the gate pavilion of the National University, and said with emotion, "Now there are still places for living people to be the front desk."

"That was a former lecturer. After retirement, he couldn't do anything else, so the school arranged such a job." Shang Han said.

"The school is quite humane."

"It's because it's cheap." Typhoid corrected him.

"National universities will still be short of money?"

"No one thinks too much money."

It is now three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Although the weather is cold, it is already the two hours with the highest temperature in the day.Some students are lying on the bionic lawn basking in the sun, and some students are sitting on the steps reading. They have different expressions on their faces, but they are all full of vitality. look forward to.

"That's how the school used to be," Smoker looked around, with a hint of envy in his tone, "It's great, it feels like they live very relaxed."

"If you relax, you will fail." Shang Leng said coldly.

"Hey, what were you like when you were in school, have you ever been in a relationship?" Smoker couldn't help gossiping.

"I'm famous." was an unexpected answer.

"Oh, how did you get famous? Because you study very well, but you're still very impersonal." Smoker teased with a smile.

"I felt that there were too many items for the final exam, so I climbed to the top floor of the auditorium. I planned to give a speech there to protest and use a loudspeaker. They thought I was going to jump off the building, so they agreed to my request crying and shouting." Said not lightly.

After listening to Shanghan's explanation, Yan Qiang was out of breath from laughing, but Chen Li didn't stop laughing. Shanghan gave the two of them a strange look, obviously not understanding the point of the joke.

"Hahahaha, isn't it! You are so awesome and you are afraid of the exam?"

Typhoid was a little furious from his laughter, his small face wrinkled, "Can't you?"

"Is your exam difficult? What if you fail the exam?"

"Repeat the grade, keep repeating the grade, and keep paying the tuition." Typhoid fever is still a bit angry when I mention it now.

"Is tuition expensive?"

"It's expensive and it's bankrupt."

"I thought the university was the least smelly place in the world." The tone of the smoking gun was a little disappointed.

Typhoid shook his head, "This is already a paradise for ordinary people."

Chen Li and Yan Qiang followed Typhoid to a remote corner of the campus, where there was a low brown brick building.

The walls of the low building were cracked and peeled off, exposing the gray bricks inside, which looked mottled and dilapidated.The walls are covered with cracks and withered yellow vines, rustling by the wind.Such a building is full of sense of disobedience in the magnificent and exquisite campus, just like a dilapidated old-fashioned grocery store suddenly opened in a commercial center lined with tall buildings.

"This is the Language Institute." Typhoid pointed to the low building.

"It looks... like an abandoned building."

"The principal feels that there is nothing to learn in language. Anyway, most of the common languages ​​can be translated with a translator." Shang Han paused, "because they don't make money."

Smoker frowned slightly, "Isn't the difference between human beings and animals lies in their ability to speak?"

"Animal language is also a language. 70.00% of human civilization is composed of language, and various algorithms are actually language." Shanghan told the two seriously.

"But it doesn't make money." Smoker repeated his pre-typhoid theory.

"Yes, so there is no so-called language major now," Shang Han took the two of them upstairs, and said as they walked, "Language courses have become elective courses, and there are only three teachers left here, and they have to teach thousands of students. class."

"So who should we call?" Chen Li asked.

"I checked their check-in records. Today, there is only one old professor on duty. At his age, he should know Master Mei and his father."

The staircase is a wooden staircase, covered with deep cracks, which looks fragile and will collapse at any time.The edge of the steps has been stepped out of the slope, the paint is peeling off, the wood inside is rough, and small thorns are exposed outside.

The three walked up to the fourth floor, and Shang Han glanced at the old electronic screen at the door. The screen was worn out and blurred, and there was only one person's name written on the top of the list. The data showed that he had been on duty for more than eight hours today. Hours.

"At 402, let's go." Typhoid walked to the side.

The corridors were dark and narrow, the ground was fairly clean, and there was a faint smell of detergent in the air.

402, a brown wooden door is closed, without external windows and peepholes, and there is a small combination lock in the middle of the door.

Typhoid stepped forward and knocked on the door.

They stood at the door and waited for a while. The door was opened, and an old man with gray hair and gray hair leaned out half of his body. He was dressed in a three-piece suit and looked like an old gentleman. His voice was old and lazy, "It's a student, Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, Professor Lin, we are your former students, and we have taken your elective course, Common Language Seventeen and Inquiry into National Languages ​​in Surrounding Radiation Areas." Shang Han said the prepared words expressionlessly.

Professor Lin tilted his head, looked at the three of them again and again, and said, "You and I have indeed met, but I have never taught him the silver-haired one, he is full of gangsters."

Smoker smiled awkwardly, "Hey, teacher, it's dyed. I even had plastic surgery. I didn't look like this before."

"Forget it, come in." Professor Lin opened the door and let them in.

There are only simple wooden tables and chairs in Professor Lin's office, and there are a large number of mobile floating boards on the walls on both sides, filled with various one-way storage hardware, which should be books and materials, from bottom to top, full of stuff.

Professor Lin directed them to move three wooden stools, and the three had to sit on them awkwardly, with their hands and feet tied up, and their words and deeds were very well-behaved.Teacher Lin himself sat on the same wooden stool, his voice was lazy and gentle, and he clasped his hands on his knees, which was the standard sitting posture of an old gentleman.

"Tell me, what can I do for you?" Teacher Lin asked.

Typhoid thought for a while and said, "I didn't take all of that class, what's your final conclusion?"

"Of course it is radiation. The cultural radiation of big countries to neighboring small countries is all-round, but the strength and frequency of resistance are different. This is due to the stability of the language structure of the small country, the tolerance of language and culture, and geographical conditions. Political conditions Governance has a lot to do with it..." Professor Lin talked on and on for a while, then suddenly seemed to realize something, and pursed his lips, "You are not here to attend lectures, are you?"

"Professor, do you understand Bragen's native language?" Chen Li asked suddenly.

"Brogan? The country that only speaks the local language?" Professor Lin shook his head, "I don't understand, but my old friend once wanted to write a dictionary of Bragan, but he failed because the above did not allow it. .”

"Is this old friend of yours surnamed Mei?" Chen Li's voice was slightly lower.

"So you are looking for Teacher Mei," Professor Lin said with an epiphany, and then a trance appeared on his face, "He has been gone for many years, almost 20 years."

"Can you tell his story?"

Professor Lin asked a little strangely, "He is a person who has been dead for many years. What can he do that deserves people like you to come here?"

Typhoid gave a dry cough, "I am really your student."

"Professor, I'm sorry to trouble you." Chen Li's eyes were firm.

"Well, I can tell you about Teacher Mei." Professor Lin shook his head helplessly, "Mr. Mei used to be my colleague. He is very talented in language and translation. I have seen him The person with the best sense of language is also very good at learning. The wars in those years were not as rampant as they are now... um... rampant. This is the golden age of linguistics in the past 100 years. I have studied many linguistic formulas with him... ..."

Speaking of the past, Professor Lin swayed back and forth inadvertently, "Then one day, he told me that he was going to get married, and he was from a certain family. He probably didn't like that young lady and was depressed all day long. And then he made a lot of nasty things, what a pity, he is obviously a young talent."

"Later, the eldest lady divorced him, and the job here could no longer be kept. When he was fired, many people spat at him, which is really notorious... I heard that he took his children to After a period of time in the south, when I came back, the situation improved a lot, and it gradually developed in the central city," Professor Lin said here, and paused, "I didn't expect to see him again, it was his funeral , his child was less than ten years old at that time."

While listening, Chen Li quickly profiled the image of Young Master Mei in his mind. He patted the back of Yan Qiang quietly, and Qian Qiang understood it, and then asked, "Then what happened to his child?"

"There are relatives on the left and right, so I won't be too down and out. By the way, he was admitted to the National University and majored in asset trading. I don't know much about it. He came to see me a few years ago. It’s really not easy to be an adult.”

"How is he doing?"

"He didn't tell me this, so it's probably not bad." Professor Lin stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Does he come to you often?"

"Go," Professor Lin suddenly paused for half a second, and reorganized his speech, "I haven't been here, he hasn't been here."

Smoker smiled and didn't expose it, "We have some business dealings with him, no, my friend is a little worried, so I asked him here, don't be nervous."

"That's it." Professor Lin nodded and stopped talking.

"Then let's take our leave first." Smoker stood up and bid farewell to Professor Lin, who sent them to the door.The three left Professor Lin's office.

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Typhoid fever: I'm so tired at work, I don't want to go to work, the boss adds money