MTL - Hunting College-Chapter 7 Back to the character set

　　 This is the first time Zheng Qing has come to "Hui Zi Ji".

　　 Hui Zi Ji is a bazaar, small in scale, only one street.

　　 The entire street is less than ten meters wide and is roughly trapezoidal in shape. It loops around once and is only two or three miles long.

　　 There are old shops on both sides of the street. The gates are not neat. There is a drugstore even with its doors ajar, even the windows are not opened. Walking on the street, you can still see the vendors who arrange and practice stalls in the slightly empty places on both sides, which makes people feel that the market is neglected.

　　 "Our Sanyou Bookstore has a branch here. You can find time to come and watch it when I'm away on weekdays." Mr. Wu walked in front, indulging Zheng Qing casually.

　　 Zheng Qing kept his mouth um, but his eyes were fixed on the goods that the vendors on both sides of the street fiddled with.

The long horned insect, the three-headed big dog, the scorpion-tailed rabbit, the mermaid lying in the bathtub, as if inadvertently breaking into the fairy tale world, Zheng Qing opened his mouth and grabbed the corner of Mr.'s clothes, dull. Looking at these bizarre pictures, I didn't feel surprised, only very curious.

　　Mr. Wu was very satisfied with his performance. Even seeing a few enchanting young girls on the street did not make the old gentleman's smiling eyes open wider. He slowed down, and while walking, he gently introduced the shops on both sides.

"This'Authentic Materia Medica' mainly sells authentic crude drugs. Baixulao ginseng from Shangdang, Citrus aurantium from Shangzhou, Pleiades Neijin from Shangzhou, and even some Sichuan ginger, Sichuan pepper, and licorice are boiled and refined on weekdays The scattered materials can be found here at random."

"If you are going to see a doctor and buy medicines, you have to go to the'Returning Spring Hall.' The current hall owner is Deng Xiaoxian. Not long after graduating from university, he originally wanted to go outside to trespass, but Mr. Deng sneaked back. His medicine hall It's right next to our bookstore, you can go and have a look later."

　　 "This "Grave Dian Suoqiu" sells old paper piles that no one reads. It is full of tadpole and oracle inscriptions, meaningless."

　　 "You can come here occasionally to sell clothes in this'Green Xifang' shop. It's just that the styles are relatively old and not trendy. I guess you are not interested."

　　While talking, Mr. Wu also bowed hands with a few old men from time to time, and greeted him with greetings.

　　 Zheng Qing stood by his side obediently, and glanced at a two or three-year-old naughty boy not far away. The parent of the naughty boy did not know where he was, leaving only this little guy wearing a red bellyband and pigtails, flying around on a two-foot-long toy wooden sword, rattling.

　　 "Why doesn't he ride a broomstick?" Following her husband, Zheng Qing looked at the little kid with envy, touching her nose.

"Because his mother will come and beat him in a while. If he rides a broomstick, his mother will take him with the broomstick." The husband said in a comforting tone: "I don't know how to walk, I just want to fly around. It's easy to suffer. Hit it."

　　 Zheng Qing always feels that there is something in her husband.

"Today you are celebrating your twelfth birthday. I always want to give you a gift." When he walked to a shop, the husband stopped, touched Zheng Qing's head, and smiled: "Don't refuse. ."

　　 Zheng Qing grinned, unable to conceal the excitement in his heart, and had no intention to refuse.

　　 I don’t know what gift my husband will give.

The small animals that I saw before are pretty good. The three-headed dog and the Heliconia rabbit may be a bit dangerous. They are definitely not allowed to be raised at home. The little mermaid is still possible. You can put a bathtub in the bedroom and give it to her every day. Change the water.

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

　　 There is also a wooden sword flying around under the feet of the kid. Although he is too small to step on it, there is still a hamster in the house. You can hang it on it and fly.

　　 Zheng Qing hasn't finished thinking about it, the husband has already come out of the store.

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

Mr. 　　 puts a silver-white pocket watch on the palm of his hand, with complicated patterns engraved on it. With a light press on the button on the watch head, the watch case will pop open, revealing the hands ticking away inside.

　　 Zheng Qing's surprise result gift, but a little disappointed in his heart.

Mr. 　　 pointed to the watch with a solemn tone: "You have to remember that your most precious wealth is your time."

　　 Zheng Qing raised his head, a little confused.

　　 "Did you see my hand?" Mr. turned over his palm, revealing his wrinkled back of hand. The back of the hand is sallow, and there are dots of old spots on it, which does not look pretty.

　　 "Can you imagine how smooth and elastic these skins used to be? Now, they are dry."

　　 "Between life and death is not a big horror, but a big thrill and a big excitement. The real big horror is that you silently feel the passage of time and the aging of your body, but there is nothing you can do."

　　 "When I was young, whenever I saw old people, I would easily turn my eyes away from them. Carelessly, I felt that they were far away from myself."

　　 "But with time ticking and ticking, I was shocked to discover that aging is so close to me."

　　 "I am not afraid of death or aging. I only occasionally worry about my weakness. I am unable to leave a trace of myself to prove the meaning of my life."

　　*

　　 After returning from the Huiji Collection, Zheng Qing shut himself up in the bedroom and practiced the runes frantically all night. The two dark circles he wore the next day shocked the whole family.

　　 also from this day on, besides teaching Zheng Qing to practice characters, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com Mr. Wu taught Zheng Qing a set of guidance techniques.

　　According to the old man, there is a congenital deficiency, and it is necessary to consolidate the foundation.

　　 The rune is used to consolidate the original, and guide to cultivate the yuan.

　　 So, Zheng Qing's first thing every morning is to practice the guidance technique. Then copy dozens of runes before breakfast, lunch break, and bed.

　　 Just like this, the days are like flowing water, sliding across the world.

　　 The last headache feeling was washed by time, gradually indifferent, so as to be dreamlike, so that Zheng Qing himself could not confirm whether he had those difficult days.

　　 Zheng Qing is eighteen years old this year.

　　 The study at Mr. Wu did not take up Zheng Qing too much time. According to Mr., everything in the world cannot be achieved with haste. This is especially true of seeking the way. You can only practice guiding skills three times a day, and practice only three hundred characters. If it exceeds, there will be insufficient energy and cause old diseases.

　　As an educated family, although the family no longer requires Zheng Qing to study hard, the study life of ordinary people cannot lack. At the request of his family and husband, Zheng Qing went through elementary school, middle school, and even high school step by step.

　　 He sadly discovered that he really became the kind of person he laughed at since childhood: from elementary school to high school, he has been wandering around the neighborhood.

　　 University must stay away from home!

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

　　 found out the admission notice in the bedroom, Zheng Qing went back to the living room.

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

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

　　He is the interviewer sent by the strange first university.