One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 350 Chen Jiuren

"Brother Qiu Hua, this is Lu University's Chinese Academy? It's amazing, I feel like standing here, I feel a sense of history."

Hearing the exclamation of the girl next to him, the bookish college student wearing glasses and a plaid shirt said proudly:

"Of course, ours is a national key project. There is no other university in the entire Forty-Nine City that can compare with us in terms of Chinese studies."

Seeing the girl looking at him adoringly with those beautiful big eyes, the college student named Qiu Hua became even more excited, puffed up his chest, and made his work card with the red round seal herringbone logo printed on his chest more conspicuous.

A Mr. Yang once said that Luda University is a university that cultivates college students who manage universities, and its status in China can be imagined.

However, although Luda University is a good school, it is still difficult to find candidates for graduate students of some unpopular majors.

"Brother Qiu Hua, is it really okay for you to take me in? I'm not a student of your school, and I'm afraid you will be punished."

The girl frowned slightly, but it didn't hurt the color, especially against the background of her milky white dress today, it added a kind of delicate beauty.

It was like a pretty widow who had just lost her husband, lost a bit of her innocence, but gained a third of her charm.

No, no, why do I feel this way, I just feel that she is like a flower left after the rain, and I feel pity in my heart.

Qiu Hua refused to admit that this was her true thought, and she frantically brainwashed herself from the bottom of her heart.

Seeing that Qiu Hua remained silent for a long time, the girl asked worriedly: "Did I make Brother Qiu Hua too difficult, or we can go around the school for a while."

"no no,"

Feeling that the girl's temperament seems to be rooted in her own sexuality, no, it's from the aesthetic point of view. Qiu Hua, who was so surprised that she couldn't speak, heard the girl want to leave, her throat slipped, and she said quickly:

"It's nothing to worry about. We are not those laboratories here, and the level of confidentiality and operation is not that high. As long as you don't mess with some professors' copywriting."

Worried that the girl would run away, Qiu Hua directly used actions instead of words, and opened the door to let the girl in.

Lu Da's golden signboard can be sold, but his major is too unpopular, and Qiu Hua's appearance is mediocre, and he doesn't know how to be romantic.
As for the blind date at home, he despises those who are mediocre, and despises those he likes, and spends his college career dismal.

This time, it was not easy to meet a goddess of literature and art, who not only liked boring literary classics, but also just grew up in his aesthetics. Qiu Hua swore from the bottom of her heart that she would never let her go.

"By the way, I still don't know your name?"

Holding the door attentively, she welcomed the girl in, and waited until the girl floated past him with a burst of refreshing fragrance, smiling and smiling, Qiu Hua, who was immersed in the gentle fragrance, suddenly woke up, remembering this The most crucial thing.

He also met this girl in the coffee shop today. He talked about his school and major during the chat. He heard that she was very interested, and because he was confused by the beauty, he volunteered to take her back to school.

The girl frowned: "Brother Qiu Hua, just call me Xiaohe."

The Chinese Academy of Sciences is one of the signature colleges of Luda University, and it naturally occupies a large area. However, today is a day off, and the college is empty with few people.

First of all, there are fewer students who choose the majors of the National Academy than the popular majors of law, finance, and diplomacy.

Secondly, compiling history and writing is an extremely boring job. The usual study and work are already tiring enough. When it comes to rest days, there are no special circumstances. Few students are willing to stay in the dizzy college and continue to read books.

Therefore, in the empty corridor, only Qiu Hua's voice echoed.

The noisy voice floated in the empty corridor, echoing endlessly, but there was no response, which further highlighted the desolation of the foreign academy.

However, Xiaohe didn't show any disappointed expression, instead, she pulled Qiu Hua with great interest and asked about that.

"Brother Qiu Hua, what is this place? Is it written in Tibetan?"

Xiaohe curiously pointed to a corner of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

Unlike other classrooms and libraries, most of the house numbers in this area are bilingual, and even the promotional posters on the walls are mostly bilingual.

The watermarks on some posters are plateau snow peaks, some are desert ruined cities, and some are actually cave Buddhist temples.

She could recognize that some of the posters were written in Tibetan, but she could not recognize more text.

Qiu Hua looked in the direction of Xiaohe's finger, and understood: "Oh, there is the Institute of History and Language of the Western Regions, which specializes in the study of the history and culture of the Western Regions."

"Some of them are in Tibetan, and some are in Mongolian, Xixia, Persian and Manchu."

Seeing that Xiaohe seemed to be interested in the Western Regions, Qiu Hua took her to the Western Regions Office.

"The Institute of Western Regions can be regarded as a characteristic college of our Lu University. No other school has such a large-scale Western Region Cultural Research Institute."

In front of outsiders, Qiu Hua still didn't expose her alma mater's faults.

The history of ancient literature studied by Qiu Hua is already considered an unpopular major, but compared with the major of the Institute of Western Regions, it really pales in comparison.
The majors of the Western Regions Institute are the unpopular among the unpopular ones, especially the Xixia and Persian majors. This kind of dead language that is no longer used is not used in society at all. Even if you are a small language teacher, there is no one. want.

Most of the students in these majors are transfers, or they choose their majors with the intention of picking up mistakes, and many majors have more teachers than students.

It often happens that several professors teach a class to one student.

"The Western Region Institute is considered the cleanest place in the National Academy of Sciences. I rarely come here, and the situation is not clear. I just heard that there is a famous old professor sitting here at the Western Region Institute."

"It is said that the professor's academic attainments are very high, and his lectures are also very interesting. Many people like his elective courses."

Qiu Hua narrated what he knew about the Western Region Institute.

"Oh, what's the name of that professor?"

"Then, on the wall over there is the name of the professor. Professor Chen Jiuren, the deputy director of the Institute of History and Language of the Western Regions, is also an expert in the culture of the Western Regions."

Xiaohe seems to be particularly interested in Chen Jiuren: "Do you know where the professor is now?"

Qiu Hua scratched her head. This question was beyond the outline, and said hesitantly, "It should be in the Western Region Institute. I heard that Professor Chen has no family and no room. He is alone and stays in the school every day to do research."

Xiaohe said to herself: "Sure enough, it's the same as what our information describes."

Qiu Hua felt that she was a little strange: "What kind of information is it? Is it a matter of forcing calls?"

Xiaohe looked at Qiu Hua with a charming and affectionate smile and charming eyes, Qiu Hua's face was flushed red.

Xiaohe raised Qiu Hua's chin: "If it was normal, my sister would definitely be teasing you more, but now my sister is short on time, so I don't have time to play with you."

"Also, you're not that Capricorn guy. Without his good looks, you don't have to use this kind of routine to pick up girls."

Facing Qiu Hua who was already lying on the ground, Xiao He stroked her long hair and said in a nostalgic tone.

(End of this chapter)