Yuxiang

"When I was old, I went into the flowers... I got lost!"

Murong Xianxian stood next to a flower bed on the campus of Peking University, full of entanglements. He thought that he had struggled in the labyrinth of the university campus anyway. It would be no problem to find someone by following the signs, but he didn't expect to turn around , the sign became more and more chaotic as I walked, and finally I didn't know where I was.

In fact, this is not a shame. The total area of ​​the Peking University campus is 4.54 square kilometers, or 6808 acres.There are 6 research institutes, 234 research centers, 126 national engineering research centers, 5 national key disciplines, and 81 national key laboratories have been established.It's already like a small city, not to mention Murong Xianxian who just arrived, even many teachers can't figure out the way around the campus.

When it's time to ask someone, you still have to ask someone. When she was walking on campus, she had already attracted the attention of many boys. Some people were thinking about how to strike up a conversation. When she asked for help, several people came up immediately... I know it is To help lead the way, those who didn't know thought it was a group of gentle robbers.

If those students knew what she thought in her heart, they would probably have a greatly reduced opinion of her, but they were all very enthusiastic at this time.In the end, Murong Xianxian still found a student who seemed to be reliable, and took him to Professor Qian's Institute of Archeology.

"My name is Xu Ze, and I'm from the Department of Journalism. Which department are you from? How come I've never seen it before? You're not from Peking University, right?" The boy who led the way had a strong thirst for knowledge.

"It wasn't before, but it is now. The graduate student brought by Professor Qian came here to report today." Murong Xianxian ignored his name.

The boy didn't seem to pay much attention either, he smiled and said, "Graduate student? School has started now... Oh, I know, there must be some delay."

so smart!

He even thought of a reason for himself.

Except for Du Feier, Murong Xianxian rarely had contact with her peers, especially Du Feier was tired of being with Lei Tao now.Although the friendship between the two has increased, but the contact has decreased, and now this boy who only met once chatted... It's a very strange feeling, of course, this is definitely not that kind of ambiguity.

"This is the Institute of Archeology, I won't go in, see you later!" Xu Ze waved his hand handsomely, turned and ran away.

"Thank you!" Murong Xianxian thanked loudly from behind.

"No thanks!" Xu Ze waved his hand back.Gradually run away.

The Institute of Archaeology is located in a quiet place, surrounded by green pines and cypresses. There are a few small cars in front of the door, if they don't pass by this road.It is absolutely unexpected that there is such a building full of ancient charm here, but it seems too quiet for a school.

Although the market for antiques is rising every year, the Department of Archeology is an unpopular subject. Even if you study, you often change careers after graduation. Few of them stick to it, so even the Institute of Archeology has become deserted.

Pushing open the door, Murong Xianxian was really surprised by the skeletons and some bones placed at the door... There is also a reason for this cold reception.There are flowers to welcome guests.There are also liger and tiger sculptures to welcome guests. You put a bunch of skeletons here, no wonder no one came.

Turning around in the corridor on the first floor, I finally found a room with the door ajar, and heard voices talking inside.She didn't push the door open, but politely knocked on the door three times, and didn't push the door until someone greeted her inside.

The rooms are huge.There are six or seven desks inside. Various books, paper books, bamboo slips, bronze wares, and fragments of ceramic wares are piled up on the desks. It looks very messy but full of a strange atmosphere.

Professor Qian was in this office. Besides him, there were three men and a woman sitting there, all of whom seemed to be a little older than himself, but one of them was a familiar face, that is Shi Zhongjian.Murong Xianxian took a careful look at the woman...about two or three years older than him.The appearance is not outstanding, but it is very delicate and has a kind of intellectual beauty.

The four of them sat at the table respectfully, listening to Professor Qian's speech, and subconsciously looked towards the door when they heard someone coming in.

"Murong. Hehe, you're here so soon?"

Seeing Murong Xianxian come in, Professor Qian put down the documents in his hand... But to the surprise of the men and women in the office, their tutor left the desk and greeted Murong Xianxian.

"Yes, I finished the formalities tomorrow, and I have nothing else to do anyway, so I'll come over." Murong Xianxian said with a smile.

Professor Qian is naturally no stranger.When Qian Jing was studying as a teacher, she also contacted the Qian family. Speaking of which, the two parties really had a teacher-student friendship, but it was between the third generation of the Qian family and her.

"That girl Qian Jing didn't cause you any trouble, did she? Her mother was going to visit her two days ago, and I said that the whole family will go to Dalian together in July or August, so I can visit her..."

What Professor Qian said later made several people open their mouths in surprise. You must know that Professor Qian is in charge of the Peking University Institute of Archeology. figure.Moreover, Professor Qian's temper is also very weird, and he rarely shows color to others. Although these students learned a lot of knowledge from him, compared with other tutors, Professor Qian gave them a somewhat unhuman feeling. To be able to make him so polite and stand up to greet him...even the leaders of the academy don't have this kind of treatment.

"Ms. Qian, I went abroad some time ago. This... I just came back and came here without waiting for a break. Qian Jing is doing pretty well now. Let me say hello to you on her behalf when I come over." Murong Xianxian laughed.

After Shi Zhongjian and the others obeyed Murong Xianxian's words, there was a hint of the original expression on their faces.

"That girl... Hehe, I read the Hong Kong newspaper some time ago, and it said that you brought back some good porcelain from England. I also said that I would go to your place to have a look when I have time."

Professor Qian's words confuse the thoughts of the other people in the room. What exactly is this girl doing?It's a bit too good to have the teacher come to visit, isn't it?

After the two of them talked for a while, Professor Qian seemed very happy, and said to the disciples beside him, "Her name is Murong Xianxian, and she is a postgraduate student I specially recruited this year. You brothers and sisters, you should take care of her more." ah."

"Yes, teacher, we will take care of Junior Sister Murong." Several people replied in unison.

Where there are people, there is Jianghu. Although the four senior brothers and sisters seemed very enthusiastic under the introduction of Professor Qian, there was a bit of inquiring meaning in everyone's eyes, but in Professor Qian's eyes, they were into another interpretation.

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In a courtyard somewhere in Beijing, an elegant middle-aged woman is smiling and leading an old man to the living room of the main room. A man and a woman behind her are Bao Qiming and Wan Xiuwen, and the old man It was Qian Zhengqing, an academician of the Academy of Sciences who had met Murong Xianxian.

After the host and guest were seated, Bao Qiming and Wan Xiuwen stood behind the woman. Qian Zhengqing glanced at the two of them and said to the middle-aged woman, "Madam Bao, is that your son?"

"Yes, Mr. Qian. This is my son and his girlfriend."

The middle-aged woman was Bao Qiming's mother, she turned her face slightly: "Qiming, Xiuwen, come and say hello to Mr. Qian."

The two hurried forward to salute Qian Zhengqing and say hello.

"Hehe, sit down too."

Qian Zhengqing smiled slightly, seeing that the two were not hesitating, he said, "I can take a good look at you when you sit down, how about standing up?"

Mrs. Bao nodded to the two of them: "Sit down, Qiming, you move forward so that Mr. Qian can see clearly."

The two sat down as promised, and Bao Qiming leaned forward slightly.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue forward slightly."

"Show me your eyes..."

"Okay, hold out your hand."

Qian Zhengqing put his finger on Bao Qiming's pulse... A few minutes later, a serious look appeared on his face again, causing Bao Qiming to switch to the other hand.

After a while, Qian Zhengqing asked for the other medical certificates he had read, then thought for a moment, looked at Mrs. Bao and said, "Your son is not sick."

Are you sick?

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and looked at Qian Zhengqing in bewilderment.

"Your son is indeed healthy, at least the pulse is not deceiving. If you really want to rely on him, it can only be said that he is not in good spirits and needs to rest." Qian Zhengqing explained.

"But he just can't rest now." Mrs. Bao interrupted, not caring about being rude.

Qian Zhengqing nodded: "Mrs. Bao, don't worry. If I say that your son is not sick, he is fine, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't have other conditions."

All three were a little confused.

Qian Zhengqing continued: "I read about Qiming's illness before and after. From the very beginning, I suspected that his illness could not be cured by medicine and stones. Now that I have diagnosed it, it is indeed so."

"But what's going on...how can it be cured? Qiming is young, if this continues, people..." Mrs. Bao was anxious, she couldn't speak anymore, and her eyes were red.

"Mrs. Bao, don't be in a hurry. In folk terms, he is probably contaminated with something unclean, as long as he is treated properly. Well, I know that one person may be able to help your son." Qian Zhengqing said.

"Mr. Qian, which hospital is it from?" Mrs. Bao asked hastily.

"Although she has medical skills and specializes in treating difficult and miscellaneous diseases, she is not a doctor, and... her asking price is very expensive." Qian Zhengqing hesitated.

"As long as Qiming can be treated, money is not an issue," Mrs. Bao said.

"Hey, you have to be prepared first. When she asks for money, it depends on whether the person asks for money or sees a doctor, and she doesn't bargain. This person is in Dalian, and his name is Murong Xianxian..."

"what?"

Before Qian Zhengqing could finish speaking, Wan Xiuwen interrupted his words with an exclamation, and Bao Qiming next to him also had a strange expression on his face.

Mrs. Bao's complexion immediately darkened. She was worried that Qian Zhengqing would be angry, and was about to scold Wan Xiuwen, but Qian Zhengqing smiled and said to Wan Xiuwen, "Do you know Murong Xianxian?"