The flowers are still sweet in Pinellia

Chapter 3

Ignoring the ambiguous eyes and smiles of everyone in the dormitory, Mu Yan walked out of the dormitory carrying her bag.

Looking at the smiling boy in front of her, Mu Yan asked seriously, "Brother Zimo, what club did you sign up for last year?"

You Zimo raised his eyebrows slightly, "You said, is this the question you want to ask me?"

"Yes." She nodded with a smile.

A few days ago, the four of them got a club registration form from the monitor, with the names and brief introductions of all clubs in S University printed on it.The class monitor requires everyone to apply for a club, and not only to apply, but also to apply seriously, because it is related to the credits of the freshman year.Although Mu Yan has heard people say that one of the joys of going to college is to join various clubs and meet various people.But she didn't really like to participate in this kind of group activities, but because the credits of the clubs in the freshman year had to be recorded in the file, for the sake of credits, she had no choice but to choose a club that she still liked.

You Zimo seemed to be remembering, but suddenly, he smiled softly, and uttered a word that made her laugh, "Boxing club."

"Boxing club?" Mu Yan repeated it seriously, at such a young age, she should not have auditory hallucinations.

"En." You Zimo nodded to confirm her guess, "You heard me right, it is indeed a boxing club."

"Ahem..." The water I just drank was choked into the trachea.

"It's okay." You Zimo hurriedly stood up, handed her a tissue, "wipe it quickly."

"I'm choking." Seeing his anxious face, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a smile, "I'm sorry, brother Zimo, I really didn't expect you to apply for this club."

She really couldn't imagine that the tall and handsome boy in front of her would be a member of the boxing club.Shouldn't the boxing club be attended by people who are big, big, thick, and thick-backed?Even if it wasn't, it should be liked by people who are short, strong and incomparably strong.

Last night, when she went back to the dormitory with Dong Fangjing and saw that all the people entering and leaving the Physical Education Institute were tall and majestic, she was thinking that if she chose a club, she should never get close to them.When she was in junior high school, she liked boxing for a while, but after a terrible experience, she developed a holy fear of sportsmen.

It's just that she didn't expect that there was such a living person in front of her.

You Zimo smiled helplessly, "Actually, it's nothing to me. The boys in our dormitory participated in all kinds of places. Some of them joined the reasoning club, the cooking club, and the debating club. It's a mess. everything."

Mu Yan nodded, she was indeed very strange.

"Then what club did you sign up for?" You Zimo raised his eyebrows with a smile.

"Zixuan History Society."

"From the History School?"

"En." Mu Yan smiled and nodded.

You Zimo seemed to be thinking about why she applied for such a society. After a while, he asked again, "Then the people in your dormitory are the same as the ones you applied for?"

"No." Mu Yan shook her head, "They signed up for other clubs."

After he reminded her like this, she suddenly recalled the scene where the women in the dormitory fought verbally last night.

"Hey, you should apply for the same as me. How about it? Let's apply for this together." Shen Yiru was very excited and pointed, "How about the roller skating club of the Physical Education College?"

Mu Yan quickly shook her head, absolutely not.When mentioning roller skating, she would remember the time when she went roller skating with Erya and Xiaoqing in middle school.Originally, her sports nerves were not very developed. As a novice, she was dragged into sparring by two people who were also novices.

"I haven't made up my mind yet, but I kind of want to join this club." Yang Xiao pointed to the row in the middle, "The Mofeng Club and the Calligraphy Club of the Academy of Fine Arts."

"Mofeng Club, Calligraphy Club?"

"You really deserve to be a master, with elegant sentiments, domineering, unique vision, and eloquent writing." The three admired.

"Where's Fang Jing?" Mu Yan turned her eyes to look at Dong Fangjing, only hoping that she would choose a normal one for her to refer to, and don't pretend to be someone who wants to play fencing, ice hockey or triathlon, of course. Nor will there be community schools.

"Or choose bodybuilding." Dong Fangjing said very seriously.

"Fitness?" Mu Yan was taken aback.All of a sudden, she grabbed Dong Fangjing's hand, and said with affection, "Master Jingyue, are you serious? Are you going to leave Yan'er behind me? You are seasoned and fit, but you know you will What will you look like? If you really have the face of an angel and a figure of a pure man, the Lun family, the Lun family will not care about you anymore... woo woo..."

"My Yan'er, I will never become like that, you have to believe me, I just want to practice my biceps..." Dong Fangjing sighed, looked down at her chest, very It was distressed to say, "Pectoralis major or something, even if you want to practice it, you can't do it."

The performance of the two couldn't help but make the two people on the opposite side burst out laughing.

There are really wonderful things every year, especially this year.

The four laughed and quarreled for a while, and then Yang Xiao asked Mu Yan seriously, "Mu Yan, what club are you planning?"

Mu Yan pointed to a name in the bottom corner, "Let's go to Zixuan History Society."

"Historical Society?" All three were taken aback.

Mu Yan just smiled and said nothing.

"Xiao Yan'er, don't you want to wear ethereal white clothes, pretend to be a fairy, and cook wine and discuss history with a group of crazy people?"

"Master Jingyue, who are you calling a lunatic..." Mu Yan gave Dong Fangjing a funny look, "Actually, I like history very much. I am not very mature, so I want to meet people who are more mature than me."

Although these words are a bit exaggerated, Mu Yan really thinks so, students who study history have stronger and sharper insight than ordinary students, they are more rigorous and serious, she admires such people.

Calligraphy is not suitable for her impetuousness, and bodybuilding and roller skating are even more impossible.So there was only history, a subject she had always loved.

"So you applied to this historical society?" You Zimo suddenly smiled, the expression on his face was very interesting.

Mu Yan nodded seriously, "Yeah, maybe it's because I'm not very mature, so I unconsciously want to meet those who are more mature and rational than me."

"Really?" Hearing this answer, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The Zixuan Historiography Club of the School of History is scheduled to accept new appointments at 5:30 on Saturday afternoon. Dong Fangjing told Mu Yan this news.

Shen Yiru, Yang Xiao, and the others reported that the association had already met each other, and the members also left each other's contact information.

When they came back, they excitedly talked about some interesting things and chatted with the new friends they met.However, there has been no news from Mu Yanbao's club.Just when Mu Yan was worried about whether her application form had not been handed in to the School of History, Dong Fangjing finally brought back the news.

When she went to the history school to hand in the materials, she accidentally saw a new recruitment notice posted on the bulletin board of the history department.She originally went to browse out of curiosity, but she didn't expect that it was the club that Mu Yan reported.

Mu Yan looked at Dong Fangjing apologetically, "Shusha, I'm going to the library to borrow a book, and I'm going to recruit students from the club tonight, so I can't have dinner with you."

"Well, it's okay, let's go... It's hard to get the news." Dong Fangjing smiled maliciously, "By the way, there is a good-looking person, don't forget to ask him for his phone number."

"Hmph, our ideas are not so vulgar..." Mu Yan smiled and nodded her forehead, "Remember to leave the door open for me."

After coming out of the dormitory, Mu Yan went to the library first. At this time, the library is not as popular as before. Except for the two-week final exam, most of the students choose to spend their time off-campus on weekends, so at this time The library is much deserted than in the past.

Even so, she likes such a quiet and leisurely feeling.

After picking out a copy of "White Night Journey", she just walked out of the library contentedly.I looked down at my phone, it was exactly five o'clock.It's still half an hour before 05:30.

Although there was still half an hour left, it was better to go early than to be late. With this thought in mind, Mu Yan got up and walked towards the History Institute.

Although it has been a while since school started, she has never stepped into this mysterious building.Calling it mysterious is also the opinion of everyone in the school.Because students who study history are generally considered to have a different temperament from others, the history school they are in is also considered to have a different atmosphere.

After entering the door, Mu Yan simply looked around the surrounding environment, there was no eye-catching sign on the plain wall, "Learn foreign languages ​​well, be a good Chinese." 'The slogan was replaced by a portrait of Confucius by Master Wan Shibiao.Sure enough, the decoration of the School of History is completely different from that of the School of Foreign Languages ​​where she is. The decoration of the School of Foreign Languages ​​gives people the feeling of youthful vitality, while that of the School of History is simple and elegant.

Naxin's classroom is on the third floor.Stepping up the stairs step by step, she soon found classroom 302.

Pushing the door open, Mu Yan was a little surprised, there was no one in the classroom.Did she come to the wrong classroom? She raised her eyes and looked at the number on the door again, it should be right.

After being dazed for a while, she went in and found a seat by the window and sat down.

While expecting someone to come in quickly, she looked around the classroom environment.The classrooms of the School of History are also very different from those of the School of Foreign Languages. Usually, the classrooms where they teach are all large seats that look like a row, but here are individual movable seats one after another.

Seeing a book on the table in front, Mu Yan reached out and took it out of curiosity.Knowing that this is a kind of impolite behavior, but her curiosity at the moment still overcomes her sense of etiquette.

"History Collection"?Flipping through a few pages, she suddenly came across an article "On the Sinicization of Xianbei in the Three Kingdoms, Two Jins, and the Southern and Northern Dynasties." She hesitated for a moment. Her favorite was the history of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. It should be no problem to read it.

Suddenly, a pleasant male voice sounded beside my ears, "How do you feel?"

The sudden sound made Mu Yan, who was immersed in the book, couldn't help shouting 'ah'.

Looking sideways, she realized that there was a person standing beside her.

"I'm sorry to scare you." The boy quickly apologized. He thought she was just browsing casually, but he didn't expect this girl to be so fascinated by it.

"It's okay." Mu Yan smiled slightly, anyway, he didn't do it on purpose.

The boy nodded, a smile curled up on his lips.

"Just now, did you ask me what I think of this book?" Mu Yan looked at him, and then looked around the classroom. There are only two of them here, so that sentence should be addressed to her.

The boy nodded.

"I'm not a student of history, so I don't dare to make unreasonable comments. This is yours..." Looking up at the boy again, she said with more certainty, "This is your thesis, isn't it?"

The boy smiled, "What about this article, how do you feel after reading it?"

He pointed to the article "On the Sinicization of Xianbei during the Three Kingdoms, Two Jins, and the Southern and Northern Dynasties" that Mu Yan was reading.

Mu Yan smiled softly, "If I say something wrong, or violate some restricted area, don't complain..."

"Just saying what you think."

"This article is all about how good the Sinicization of Xianbei is, but I don't think it's all good, at least for their ethnic group."

The boy's eyes flickered, Mu Yan thought her words had offended him, she quickly apologized, "Don't be angry, what you said just now is just a personal opinion, don't be angry..."

"No, you continue to talk..." The boy interrupted her with a gentle smile.

Mu Yan looked at his peaceful face, and then continued: "The Sinicization of Xianbei is highly respected, because it is in line with the orthodox principle of taking the Han nationality. They entered the Central Plains. In order to adapt to the environment of the Central Plains and rule the Han people, they want to Sinicize. Of course there is nothing wrong with that. But for those sinicized nations, do they still retain the most primitive and original things of their nation? Use Chinese instead of Xianbei language, and wear Hanfu instead of original clothes. After a few generations, it will still be Do some people speak their own language and wear their own clothes? Sinicization is good, but we must also pay attention to preserving the characteristics of our own nation. Especially language, which is the soul of a nation, loses it. The roots of the nation are lost.”

The boy didn't speak, but looked down at the book in Mu Yan's hand. Suddenly, he raised his head and asked with a smile, "Which college are you from?"

Mu Yan was slightly startled, "From the School of Foreign Languages."

The boy smiled knowingly, "No wonder."

"History Department, Song Hui." The boy introduced himself with a smile.

"Japanese, Mu Yan."

Wait a minute, Song Hui?Only then did she realize that something was wrong, Song Hui, isn't he the president of that club?

Uh... She suddenly had the feeling that she was shivering in front of her classmates in the history department.

The boy didn't see the fierce struggle that erupted on Mu Yan's face, but said, "Your analysis makes sense," he paused as if thinking, "You're the first one I've ever seen Girls with deeper thoughts."

Uh, Mu Yan was taken aback again, thinking deeply?This is the first time someone has praised her like this.

Enduring all kinds of weirdness that flashed in her heart, she still smiled politely.

While the two were talking, many people came to the classroom one after another.

"By the way, Mu Yan, who is the historical figure you admire the most?" Song Hui looked at her, "The historical figure you admire the most?"

"Historical figure?" Mu Yan paused and thought for a while before saying, "It should be Xiao Tong, Prince Zhaoming of the Liang Dynasty."

"Xiao Tong?" Song Hui was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't understand how the girl in front of him would like such a character.

"Yes, that's him. Among so many historical figures in ancient and modern China and abroad, he is the most admired one, not one of them."

Song Hui smiled slightly.At this moment, a boy came in from the door, he walked to Song Hui, and said a few words to him, Song Hui chatted with the boy for a while, and then the two went out.

After a while, only the boy came back first.The boy first said to the people who were chatting under the stage, "Please be quiet, everyone." The voices of the people gradually stopped, but the boy's next words suddenly increased the voice of the discussion that had gradually died down.

"take an exam?"

"Yes, it's the exam. A piece of paper will be handed out in a while, and everyone is welcome to use it to their heart's content."

The discussion in the audience became louder and louder, and some people even stood up and asked directly, "Other clubs don't take exams, they just meet each other. Why is the history school doing special things and still have to take exams?"

"That's right, exams, I've never heard of them."

Mu Yan was also very puzzled.

"I'm really sorry that I didn't make it clear to everyone in the notice, but this is the tradition of our club. Not all students who sign up will be admitted every year. If they are qualified, we will notify the admitted students. If they are not qualified , we will not be in touch."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, the audience became chaotic.

And at this time, Mu Yan also suddenly understood the meaning of the smile on You Zimo's face, why didn't he tell herself earlier?Damn it... Senior Brother, Master and the others just met each other in their club and chatted with each other, they didn't pass any exams at all.

The boy smiled apologetically, and distributed the white paper Song Hui brought to everyone present.

Looking around the classroom, Song Hui picked up a chalk and wrote a few powerful words on the blackboard, "The historical figure you admire the most."

"The most admired historical figure?"

Immediately there was another noisy discussion in the audience.

Suddenly thinking of something, Mu Yan raised her eyes to look at the person on the podium, and at this moment Song Hui also turned her gaze to her side, their eyes met, Song Hui smiled at her.

The look in Song Hui's eyes reminded her of a possibility. He asked her about her favorite historical figures just now, maybe he wanted to talk about this.

Caressing the white paper in her hand, a trace of panic flashed in Mu Yan's heart.

(End of this chapter)