"Grow old and enter the flowers...... I got lost!"

Murong Xianxian stood next to a flower bed on the campus of Peking University, full of entanglement, originally thought that he had also struggled in the labyrinth campus of the university, and there was no problem in finding someone according to the signs, but he didn't expect to turn around, the signs were getting more and more chaotic, and finally he didn't know where he was.

In fact, there is no shame in this, the campus of Peking University has a total area of 454 square kilometers, which is divided into six parts: the main campus, the campus of the Ministry of Medicine, the Changping campus, the Daxing campus, the Wuxi campus, and the Shenzhen graduate school area. There are 234 research institutes, 126 research centers, 5 national engineering research centers, 81 national key disciplines, and 16 national key practice rooms. It's already like a small city, not to mention the newcomer Murong Xianxian, even many teachers can't figure out the way on campus.

When you should ask someone, you still have to ask someone, when she walks on campus, she has attracted the attention of a lot of boys, some people are thinking about how to talk, she opened her mouth to ask for help, and immediately came up several ・・・・・・ knew that she was going to help lead the way, and I didn't know that I thought it was a group of Sven robbers.

If those students knew what she thought in their hearts, it is estimated that their opinion of her would be greatly reduced, but they were all very enthusiastic at this time. In the end, Murong Xianxian still found a student who seemed to be quite reliable, and took him to Qian Che's archaeological research institute.

"My name is Xu Ze, I am from the Department of Journalism, which department are you from, why have I never seen it? It's not from Peking University, right?" The boy who led the way had a strong desire for knowledge.

"It wasn't before, but now it is, the graduate students brought by Professor Qian came to report today. Murong Xianxian ignored answering her name.

The boy didn't seem to pay much attention either, and smiled, "Graduate school, it's already open...... Oh, I know, something must have been delayed. ”

How clever!

Even the reason is thought of for myself.

Except for Du Fei'er, Murong Xianxian rarely has contact with his peers, especially Du Fei'er and Lei Tao are tired of being together, although the friendship between the two has increased, but the contact is less, and now this boy who has only one side of the relationship has chatted・・・・・・ a very strange feeling, of course, this is by no means that ambiguous.

"This is the Institute of Archaeology, I won't go in, I'll see you later!" Xu Ze waved his hand very handsomely, turned around and ran away.

"Thank you!" Murong Xianxian thanked loudly behind him.

No thanks, Xu Ze waved his hand back, and gradually ran away.

The archaeological institute is located in a quiet place, surrounded by pine trees and cypresses, and there are a few cars in front of the door, if you don't walk down this road, you would never think that there is such an ancient building here, but it seems too quiet for a school.

Don't look at the antique market every year, but the Department of Archaeology is an unpopular subject, even if you have a mind, you change careers more after graduation, and there are few consistent implementations, so even the archaeological research institute is deserted.

Pushing open the door, the skeletons and some bones placed at the door really surprised Murong Xianxian...... There is also a reason for this snubbing. There are flowers to welcome guests, and there are lion and tiger sculptures to welcome guests, you get a bunch of skeletons here, no wonder no one comes.

After walking around the corridor on the first floor, I finally found a room with a half-hidden door, and listened to the voices of speech inside. Instead of pushing the door in, she politely knocked on it three times until someone inside greeted her.

The room is large, with six or seven desks stacked with books, paper, bamboo slips, bronzes, and ceramic fragments, giving it a cluttered but quirky atmosphere.

Professor Qian was in this office, and in addition to him, there were three men and one woman, all of whom looked a little older than him, but one of them was a familiar face, that was Shi Zhongjian. Murong Xianxian glanced at the woman attentively... ・・・About two or three years older than himself, he doesn't look outstanding, but he is very delicate and has an intellectual beauty.

The four of them sat at the table with respectful faces, listening to Professor Qian's speech, and when they heard someone coming in, they all subconsciously looked at the door.

"Murong, hehe, you're here so soon?"

Seeing Murong Xianxian come in, Professor Qian put down the text in his hand・・・・・・ and to the surprise of the men and women in the office, their tutor actually left the desk and greeted Murong Xianxian.

"Yes, tomorrow I will finish the formalities, and there is nothing else to do anyway, so I will come over. Murong Xian smiled.

Professor Qian is naturally no stranger. When Qian Jing was apprenticing, she also contacted the Qian family, and it was said that the two sides really had a teacher-student friendship, but it was between the third generation of the Qian family and her.

"Qian Jing's girl didn't trouble you, did she? Her mother had to go over to see her two days ago, and I also said that the whole family would go to Dalian in July and August, and I would take a look at her by the way...... Professor Qian's words made several people open their mouths in surprise, you know, Professor Qian is in charge of the Institute of Archaeology of Peking University, and has sorted out and excavated countless archaeological sites, and he is definitely a leading figure in the domestic archaeological community. And Professor Qian's temper is also very strange, rarely pretend to be a color to people, although these students have learned a lot of knowledge from him, but compared with other tutors, Professor Qian has a little more of them a little unkind feeling, which can make him so polite and stand up to greet him・・・・・・ even the leaders of the academy have this kind of treatment.

"Mr. Qian, I went abroad some time ago, it's not ...... I came back and came over non-stop before I could rest, Qian Jing is very good now, and I asked me to say hello to you on her behalf when I came over. Murong Xian smiled.

After Shi Zhongjian and the others obeyed Murong Xianxian's words, their faces showed a hint of originality.

"That girl・・・・・・ hehe, I read a Hong Kong newspaper some time ago, which said that you brought back some good porcelain from England, and I also said that I would take the time to go to your place to have a look. ”

Professor Qian's words caused confusion in the minds of the other people in the room, what the hell is this girl doing? It's too good to let the teacher come to visit, right?

After the two of them said a few words, Qian Jiao looked very happy, and said to a few disciples next to him: "Her name is Murong Xianxian, and she is a master's student specially recruited by me this year. ”

"Yes, teacher, we will take care of Senior Sister Murong. Several people replied in unison.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, although under the introduction of Professor Qian, the four brothers and sisters seem to be very enthusiastic, but there is a bit of inquiry in everyone's eyes, but in the eyes of Professor Qian, it becomes another interpretation.

In a courtyard somewhere in Beijing, a middle-aged woman with an elegant temperament is smiling and leading an old man to the living room of the main house, and behind her a man and a woman are Bao Qiming and Wan Xiuwen, and the old man is Qian Zhengqing, an academician of the Academy of Sciences and a member of Murong Xianxian.

After the guest and host sat down, Bao Qiming and Wan Xiuwen stood behind the woman, Qian Zhengqing glanced at the two of them, and said to the middle-aged woman: "Mrs. Bao, that is Ling Lang, right?"

"Yes, old money. This is my son and his girlfriend. ”

The middle-aged woman was Bao Qiming's mother, and she turned her face slightly: "Qiming, Xiuwen, come and say hello to Qian Lao." ”

The two hurriedly stepped forward to salute Qian Zhengqing.

"Hehe, sit down too. ”

Qian Zhengqing smiled slightly, and when he saw that the two of them were not hesitating, he said, "I can give you a good look when I sit down, how do you look when you stand?"

Mrs. Bao nodded to the two: "Sit down, Qiming, you go forward a little longer, let Qian Lao see more clearly." ”

The two sat down as they said, and Bao Qiming leaned forward slightly.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue forward slightly. ”

"Let me see your eyes......"

"Alright, come here. ”

Qian Zhengqing put his finger on Bao Qiming's pulse...... A few minutes later, a solemn look appeared on his face again, and Bao Qiming changed his other hand.

After a while, Qian Zhengqing asked for other medical certificates he had read, then thought for a moment, looked at Mrs. Bao and said, "Ling Lang is not sick." ”

Not sick?

The three of them all looked at each other, and they all looked at Qian Zhengqing in confusion.

"Ling Lang is indeed not sick, at least the pulse will not deceive people, if he really wants to rely on some, it can only be said that his spirit is not very good, and he needs to rest. Qian Zhengqing explained.

"But he just can't rest now. Mrs. Bao didn't care about the rudeness, and interjected.

Qian Zhengqing nodded: "Mrs. Bao, don't worry. I said that Ling Lang is not sick is not sick, but it does not mean that he does not have other conditions. ”

All three of them were a little confused.

Qian Zhengqing continued: "I have seen the history of Qiming's disease, and from the beginning I suspected that his disease could not be cured by medicinal stones, but now I have diagnosed it, and it is indeed so. ”

"But what the hell is going on... How can we cure it? Qiming is young, continue like this, people... Mrs. Bao was in a hurry, and suddenly she couldn't speak, and her eyes turned red.

"Mrs. Bao, don't worry. In folk parlance, he is probably contaminated with unclean things, as long as he treats them properly. Well, I know someone might be able to help Ling Lang. Qian Zhengqing said.

"Old Qian, which hospital is it from?" Mrs. Bao hurriedly asked.

"Although she has medical skills and specializes in treating incurable diseases, she is not a doctor, and she ...... Her asking price was expensive. Qian Zhengqing hesitated.

"As long as you can treat Qiming, money is not an issue. Mrs. Bao said.

"Hey, you have to be prepared first, she asks for money to see whether it is money for people or not for medical treatment, and it is not a bargain. This person's family is in Dalian, and his name is Murong Xian Xian...... Huh?"

Without waiting for Qian Zhengqing to finish speaking, Wan Xiuwen interrupted him with an exclamation, and Bao Qiming next to him also had a strange face.

Mrs. Bao's face immediately sank, she was worried that Qian Zhengqing would be angry and was about to blame Wan Xiuwen, but Qian Zhengqing smiled and said to Wan Xiuwen: "Do you know this person Murong Xianxian?"