"The wind smokes the willows, the flowers are intoxicating, and it is the spring season in the south. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"At first a horse was snow-white, and the stirrups were made of rotten silver, and on the saddle was a young man in brocade, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a falcon on his left shoulder, a sword hanging from his waist, and a longbow on his back, and galloping on his horse."

"The young dart head is hunting again!"

The young man laughed, the horsewhip slapped in the air, and under the sound of false blows, the white horse under his crotch hissed and rushed out on the bluestone road.

Smiling proud Jianghu Song, evil sword spectrum, star-absorbing Dafa, Sunflower Treasure Book, Dugu Nine Swords.

Air Sect, Sword Sect......

Lines of text flashed in front of him, Qiao Yu took a breath, and knocked on the door of Academician Wen's office with a gift.

This headache ushered in not a song, nor a skill, but a long martial arts novel.

Its name is "Smiling Proud Jianghu".

The book is wonderful, but it's laughable.

He thinks about coming up with a few songs every day to help him get on the music scene, and now what's the matter with a martial arts novel?

I'm thirsty and want to drink water, and you give me my favorite spicy strips.

It can't meet the needs of customers, can it?

"Please come in."

Hearing the voice of Academician Wen, Qiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the door in.

"Qiao Yu? How did you get here? ”

Seeing that it was Qiao Yu, Academician Wen Jin was obviously stunned, and then got up with a smile.

"Come on, come on, what kind of gift."

"Hehe," Qiao Yu avoided the question behind him and put the gift on the table aside, "I'm here to participate in the singing competition, thinking that you are here, how can you come and take a look." ”

"Oh? You're still singing, aren't you? Academician Wen was a little surprised.

"I'll tell you the truth, I studied music."

"......" Academician Wen sighed, and deliberately said with a straight face: "If you say so at Meng Lao's birthday banquet that day, you will be designated to come in vertically and go out flat." ”

Qiao Yu laughed.

After that, it was about the recent life, and before I knew it, an hour had passed, and Qiao Yu got up and prepared to leave.

"Wait," Academician Wen stopped him, picked up the gift and stuffed it into his hand, "I have too many gifts, you take them." ”

"How can you take it?" Qiao Yu didn't answer.

"You are considered a bribe, the upper authorities have issued documents, and you cannot accept gifts worth more than 100 yuan. We can't crack down now. ”

"Huh?" Qiao Yu took it dumbly, and at the feet of the Son of Heaven, he had to be cautious. Put down a few cheaper ones and say, "These two are fine." ”

Academician Wen shook his head helplessly, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "By the way, if you are really sincere, you might as well-"

"Huh?"

Qiao Yu looked at Academician Wen and clearly saw a ...... in her eyes Well, with a smile of some intrigue.

"Leave me a calligraphy and painting."

"Huh?" Qiao Yu thought for a while and hesitated: "This is no problem, but if the above investigates, there is no problem, right?" ”

He thought that one of his paintings could sell for tens of millions. Obediently, it exceeds the 100,000 times gift money target, if this is investigated, Academician Wen will not be pulled out and shot directly, right?

Even if it's not a wall, jail is a certainty.

Academician Wen smiled: "Don't worry, your calligraphy and painting are priceless." ”

Hey, you treat pricelessness as worthless.

Qiao Yu didn't hesitate any longer, because he read the word "rest assured" from the eyes of Academician Wen.

Academician Wen opened the cabinet on the left-hand side, patted his forehead and said, "Yesterday, I asked Xiao Qin to take the pen and ink, go, follow me to the lounge next to it." ”

The so-called lounge is actually a place for doctoral students to study and write on their own, but it is just a habitual name, and it is not really used for rest.

Most engineering students are used to calling it a laboratory.

Compared with them, the Master of Arts and Ph.D. do not need to do experiments, they just read literature, read historical materials, and think about their brains every day.

The norm of each day is: a touch of sadness.

Xiao Qin is a doctoral graduate student led by the academician of literature, his full name is Fang Nianqin, a bachelor's, master's and doctor's degree, and a scholarly tyrant.

It's quite elegant and beautiful.

When Qiao Yu followed Academician Wen in, she was practicing calligraphy.

Looking at the words written, Fang Nianqin shook his head, and a boy next to him said, "Senior sister, your words are so beautiful, why are you shaking your head?" ”

"You don't understand!"

Calligraphy is one of Fang Nianqin's hobbies, and he has studied this area quite a lot. Recently, I followed the senior sister of the second year of the Ph.D. to do a project, and there was some overlap with calligraphy, so my heart rushed up, thinking of finding some inspiration.

Literature...... Why is it so much of a headache to study a new topic?

Fang Nianqin carefully put down the pen and said to the boy: "Calligraphy is divided into four realms, eyesight, heart, far-reaching, and living. What I wrote is still a step away from the heart. ”

"I look pretty good." The boy said.

Fang Nianqin rolled his eyelids, "The so-called Shunxin does not mean that you are happy, but that you and the seniors in the calligraphy world look smooth." ”

"Oh." The boy nodded, and said with a smile: "Calligraphy is all precipitated, and in a year or two, Sister Qin will definitely be able to reach the point of satisfaction." ”

"It's true that calligraphy is accumulated over time, but it's also quite talented."

Remembering that Academician Wen said some time ago that a twenty-year-old student had reached the point of life, Fang Nianqin suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness, he had been regarded as a genius all the way from childhood to adulthood, but he didn't expect that after coming here, he would be hit once or twice a year.

Ay~

A faint sigh.

"Xiao Qin, are you practicing calligraphy again?"

Academician Wen's voice sounded behind him, Fang Nianqin turned his head and said busily: "Teacher! ”

The boy next to him, as well as several other students who were typing on the keyboard in their seats, were also busy saying hello.

Academician Wen smiled, signaled everyone not to care, walked to Fang Nianqin's drawing board, and said to Qiao Yu: "The pen and ink are ready, are you writing here or go to me?" ”

"Here it is." It's not that Qiao Yu wants to pretend to be forced, but it's too troublesome to hold a drawing board, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, or something.

Hearing this, Fang Nianqin and other graduate students set their sights on Qiao Yu.

Who is he?

At such a young age, he must be an undergraduate.

Academician Wen asked him to write, could it be that he was preparing to instruct him?

Fang Nianqin took off the paper he had written, and was about to replace it with a blank piece of paper, when Academician Wen smiled and handed over a pack of folded paper, "Use this." ”

Kunji rice paper?

Back then, the imperial court used it, but now it is ridiculously expensive, and Academician Wen himself is usually reluctant to use it, how can he let this hairy boy use it?

Fang Nianqin hid the shock in his heart, took out the paper, and carefully laid it out.

A stout boy next to him stood up, leaned over with a hippie smile and said, "I'll take a look." ”

Academician Wen looked at him and said, "Liu Guang, your martial arts have been published?" ”

Liu Guang scratched his scalp and said with a sad face: "Don't mention it, I repaired it three times, but it was still returned." I thought about posting it on the Internet, but now that Wuxia has declined, no one reads it. ”

Qiao Yu had already put down the pen, his wrist flipped over, and the knuckle aura poured down the barrel of the pen to the hair of the pen.

Twenty-eight powerful and powerful characters leaped on the paper.

The world is out of my generation,

As soon as I entered the rivers and lakes, the years urged.

In the talk and laughter of the emperor's hegemony,

It's better than getting drunk in life.