Hunting High School

This is Zheng Qing's first visit to "Hui Zi Ji".

Huiziji is a small market with only one street.

The entire street is less than ten meters wide, roughly in the shape of a trapezoid, and loops around for a circle, only two or three miles long.

There are old shops on both sides of the street, the gates are not neat, and there is a pharmacy with half-closed doors and no windows. Walking on the street, you can still see hawkers setting up stalls in the slightly open places on both sides, which makes people feel that the market is neglected.

"Our Sanyou Bookstore has a branch here. You can take the time to come and take a look when I'm not around on weekdays." Mr. Wu walked in front and told Zheng Qing casually.

Zheng Qing muttered, but his eyes were fixed on the goods displayed by the vendors on both sides of the street.

An insect with long horns, a big dog with three heads, a rabbit with a scorpion tail, and a mermaid lying in a bathtub seem to have inadvertently broken into the world of fairy tales. Zheng Qing opened his mouth and grabbed the hem of Mr. Looking at these strange pictures of Lu Li, I didn't feel much surprise in my heart, only very curious.

Mr. Wu was very satisfied with his performance. Even seeing a few charming girls on the street didn't make the old man's smiling eyes open any bigger. He slowed down, and while walking, he gently introduced the shops on both sides.

"This 'Authentic Materia Medica' mainly sells authentic herbal medicines. The old ginseng from Shangdang, the citrus aurantium from Shangzhou, the gold from Sudi, and even some Sichuan ginger, Sichuan pepper, and licorice. You can find a lot of scattered materials here.”

"If you see a doctor and buy medicine, you have to go to the 'Rejuvenation Hall'. The current hall owner is Deng Xiaoxian. He just graduated from college. He originally wanted to go outside, but Mr. Deng sneaked back. His family's medicine hall It's next to our bookstore, you can go and have a look later."

"This 'Gravebook Suoqiu' sells piles of old papers that no one reads. There are tadpole inscriptions and oracle bone inscriptions in them, which are not interesting."

"You can come to this 'Green Spinning' shop occasionally to sell clothes. It's just that the styles are relatively old and not trendy, so you probably don't have much interest in them."

While speaking, Mr. Wu would occasionally greet and salute with cupped hands of several old men.

Zheng Qing stood obediently beside him, staring at a two or three-year-old baby not far away. The baby's parents disappeared, leaving only this little guy in a red bellyband and braids, flying around on a two-foot-long toy wooden sword, squawking.

"Why doesn't he ride a broom." Following behind his husband, Zheng Qing rubbed his nose and looked at the little boy enviously.

"Because his mother will come and beat him after a while. If he rides a broom, his mother will beat him with a broom." The husband said in a comforting tone: "I can't walk, I want to fly around, it's easy to suffer Beaten."

Zheng Qing always felt that there was something in what the husband said.

"Today is your twelfth birthday, and I always want to give you a gift." Walking in front of a shop, the gentleman stopped, touched Zheng Qing's head, and said with a smile: "Don't refuse, the gift from the elders is irresistible." .”

Zheng Qing grinned, unable to conceal the joy in his heart, and showed no sign of refusing.

I don't know what gift Mr. will give.

The group of small animals I saw before are quite good. The three-headed dog and the scorpion rabbit may be a bit dangerous, and they are definitely not allowed to keep them at home. The little mermaid is still possible. I can put a bathtub in the bedroom and work hard to give her a bath every day. Change the water.

The candy house sold at the stall just passing by is also good. The colorful garden houses, flowers and trees, insects, fish, birds and animals, and even the little people who run from the house to the grass to play from time to time are all made of jelly beans, which look very delicious. It's just that this kind of gift is a consumable item, and it is estimated that it will disappear after the birthday.

There is also a wooden sword flying around under the little boy's feet. Although he is too small to step on it, he still has a hamster at home, so he can hang it on it and fly.

Before Zheng Qing could finish thinking, the husband had already come out of the shop.

He spread his hand, handed it to Zheng Qing, and said with a smile, "This is your birthday present."

In the palm of the gentleman's hand is a silver-white pocket watch engraved with complicated patterns. When the button on the watch head is pressed lightly, the case will pop open, revealing the ticking hands inside.

Zheng Qing was pleasantly surprised by the gift, but she was a little disappointed in her heart.

Pointing to the watch, Mr. said solemnly, "You have to remember that your most precious asset is your time."

Zheng Qing raised his head, a little confused.

"Did you see my hand?" Mr. turned over the palm of his hand, revealing the back of his wrinkled hand. The back of the hand is sallow, with spots of age spots on it, it doesn't look pretty.

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"Can you imagine how smooth and elastic the skin used to be? Now, it's dry."

"Between life and death is not a great horror, but a great thrill and great excitement. The real great horror is that you feel the passage of time silently, and your body is aging, but you are powerless."

"When I was young, every time I saw old people, I would easily pass my eyes away from them. I didn't pay attention, and felt that they were far away from own."

"But with the tick-tock of time, I suddenly found that aging is so close to me."

"I am not afraid of Death, nor am I afraid of aging. I just occasionally worry about the powerlessness of own. I am unable to leave traces of own to prove the meaning of my own life."

After returning from the calligraphy collection, Zheng Qing locked himself in the bedroom and practiced the characters crazily all night. So much so that the two dark circles under his eyes the next day shocked the whole family.

Also from this day, while teaching Zheng Qing to practice talismans, Mr. Wu taught Zheng Qing a set of guidance techniques.

According to the old man, Innate is not enough and needs to be strengthened.

Rune guides Lai to cultivate Yuan by consolidating the foundation.

Therefore, the first thing Zheng Qing does every morning is to practice the channeling technique. Then copy dozens of runes before breakfast, before lunch break, and before going to bed at night.

In this way, the days slipped through the world like flowing water.

The feeling of the last headache was washed away by time, and gradually became indifferent, so that it was like a dream, so that Zheng Qing himself could not confirm whether he had those difficult days.

Zheng Qing is eighteen years old this year.

Studying with Mr. Wu did not take up much of Zheng Qing's time. According to my husband, haste makes waste in everything in the world, especially the way of seeking Tao. Practice the guidance technique no more than three times a day, and no more than three hundred talismans. If you exceed it, you will lack energy and cause old diseases.

As an educational family, although Zheng Qing's family members no longer require Zheng Qing to study hard, ordinary people's learning life cannot be lacking. Under the joint request of her family and her husband, Zheng Qing completed elementary school, middle school, and even high school step by step.

He found sadly that he had really become the kind of person he laughed at since he was a child: from elementary school to high school, he has been wandering around the neighborhood.

University must be far away from home!

But no matter how far away, it's not so far away that even I don't know it.

After digging out the admission notice in the bedroom, Zheng Qing returned to the living room.

Because at noon that day, when Zheng Qing's parents came home, they brought back a blond guest.

From the brief conversation between his parents and this guest, Zheng Qing knew the origin of this foreign friend.

He was the interviewer sent by that strange First University.