In the morning, Su Yi went to the big classroom to listen to a basic class, but felt a little bored.
Even the university courses are too simple for Su Yi who knows too many essential issues.
Instead of listening to others in class, it would be better to sneak to the library and read a book by yourself.
After Su Yi walked into the library, he just walked slowly among the corridors. As long as he wanted to, he could read all the books in the library in one day without reading any book.
But in that case, it would be too boring, so he picked a copy of "A Madman's Diary" by Mr. Lu Xun, sat on the chair next to the bookshelf, and slowly read it.
Even Su Yi has to admit that Mr. Lu Xun is a talented master, and his personal level is really ridiculously strong.
Fifty years ago, Su Yi also read many novels, but compared with those of Lu Xun, those novels were really far behind.
Many writers want to write characters who are mentally disturbed. They can write tens of thousands of words and the characters they write will still be normal.
But just one sentence from Lu Xun made Su Yi smile knowingly.
"Otherwise, why did Zhao Family's dog look at me?"
Su Yi was looking at it with interest, and Yang Zhengcheng walked over to him and sat down.
The former principal of Qingzhou University has been paying attention to Su Yi since he came back from the museum. After learning that Su Yi was Qingzhou University's freshman student, he was even more excited. After pulling out Su Yi's files, he specifically asked his former students to report Su Yi's movements to him at any time.
The background of the school recommended by Yu Guoan must not be simple.
"You also like Lu Xun?" Yang Zhengcheng sat next to Su Yi with a smile on his face and began to try to get close to him.
Su Yi took his eyes away from the book for a moment and just glanced at Yang Zhengcheng.
If other students knew that he was sitting next to the former principal, they would probably be frightened, but Su Yi just glanced at him, and then lowered his head to read his book, which made Yang Zhengcheng a little embarrassed.
"Su Yi, classmate, are you... in a good mood today?"
Yang Zhengcheng originally wanted to negotiate terms with Su Yi and let Su Yi teach him those ancient characters, but when the words came to his lips, things changed.
I remember Su Yi said that if he is in a good mood, maybe he can be taught some lessons.
Hearing this, Su Yi slowly put down the book, looked at Yang Zhengcheng and smiled, saying, "The mood is pretty good, but do you really want to know what happened before?"
"Of course I want to know!" Yang Zhengcheng said with a solemn expression, "Su Yi, classmate, if you can understand the words on the stone tablet, you should know what that period of history means. That is a blank in my Huaxia history."
"If it is really what you said, then my Huaxia history may really be more than five thousand years." Yang Zhengcheng said with some excitement, "Only by knowing the past can we clearly understand the development process of national and world history, which will help us position the coordinates of our lives."
Yang Zhengcheng's voice was a little loud. A student not far away who didn't know him looked up at him and said, "Teacher, please lower your voice."
"Sorry." Yang Zhengcheng apologized to the student, and then lowered his voice and said to Su Yi, "Su Yi, if you are willing to teach me those words, I am willing to pay any price."
Su Yi asked calmly, "Does it also include life?"
"Of course!" Yang Zhengcheng said without hesitation, "If you can let me know what exactly happened, it would be okay even if I die tomorrow."
"You look very much like a person." Su Yi smiled. In front of Yang Zhengcheng, he looked more like an elder. Yang Zhengcheng himself felt this strange feeling, but he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong.
There is no limit to the sea of learning, and those who have mastered it are teachers.
Yang Zhengcheng asked, "Who?"
"Kong Zhongni." Su Yi suddenly remembered what Kong Zhongni said to him - Heard the truth in the morning and died at night.
Yang Zhengcheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "How dare I compare with Confucius? I just asked classmate Su Yi to teach me."
"I can teach you, but you have to die tomorrow, okay?" Su Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, "In front of me, some things are not just said casually."
"Okay! As long as you teach me, I will die tomorrow!" Yang Zhengcheng's eyes showed determination. Although he didn't know where this student came from, he was willing to die as long as Su Yi was willing to teach him the words on the ancient tablet.
"Then you come out with me." Su Yi said and picked up the book "A Madman's Diary" and stood up. He also wanted to borrow this book and read it.
Yang Zhengcheng followed Su Yi out of the library. The librarian was a little dumbfounded when he noticed Yang Zhengcheng. What is the background of this student?
It seems that Principal Yang is still following him.
The two were walking under the shade of the trees on campus. It was class time, and only a few students and citizens passed by. Su Yi asked, "Have you brought a pen and notebook?"
"Bring it!" Yang Zhengcheng excitedly took out a small notebook and pen from his arms, adjusted his glasses, and prepared to record what Su Yi said.
Su Yi thought for a while and said, "The monument is written by a person on his life." He raised his hand and held up "A Madman's Diary" in his hand, and said, "You can also understand it as a diary, but it certainly does not have the literary talent of Mr. Lu Xun."
Yang Zhengcheng's mouth twitched, could this be the same thing?
Mr. Lu Xun has great literary talent, but how can the words engraved on the stone tablet be regarded as literary works?
Those are precious historical relics. Even if they are just a few words, they may be missing pieces of history!
The two are not the same.
"The first sentence is about meeting an old Daoist priest named Hongjun. He was quite interesting, but he was a bit verbose and his strength was still a bit weak."
"Then, ten thousand years ago, I raised a Little Gold eagle, and unexpectedly it became a Demon Clan giant."
"Old Daoist Hongjun has finally fallen. When will I die?"
Su Yi As he walked, he recalled the words on the stone tablet. Those were all his memories, memories that were too far away. If he hadn't seen the ancient tablet, he would have almost forgotten it.
Yang Zhengcheng quickly recorded every word that Su Yi said, not daring to make any omissions. His mood became more and more excited. From what Su Yi said, the person who carved the words on the stone tablet must have lived for at least a hundred thousand years.
And there was actually an era in the middle where the sky was full of gods and Buddhas, and evildoers were rampant.
It sounds more like a novel!
But Yang Zhengcheng had to believe that he had copied the words on the stele in his little notebook, and the content translated by Su Yi was not bad at all in the correspondence of some words.
In other words, Su Yi recorded all the contents on the ancient tablet.
The content of the ancient stele is not much. It seems that the person would only inscribe such a sentence after a thousand or hundreds of years, but every sentence is enough to shock people's hearts.