When Fu Le had finished cleaning the classroom, he saw the familiar figure of the girl from yesterday walking into the classroom.

"Hey, it's really not as early as you today. When the girl saw Fu Le, she showed her two tiger teeth and greeted her with a smile.

"You're no longer in me. Fu Le smiled helplessly.

They had used to enter the classroom in this way every morning, but there was little conversation.

Fu Le put the eraser on the podium, put the last piece of chalk into the pencil case, and saw that the girl was still looking at him.

Fu Le panicked a little again, he suddenly realized that the girl might not be going to say hello and end the conversation, he remembered that he didn't know the girl's name yet, and looked at the seating table.

Li Xiaoqiu.

It wasn't Wang Ying or Wang Ying that Fu Le vaguely remembered, Fu Le knew that he was completely wrong.

"Don't you know you're not going to school this morning?" the girl asked out laughing out loud as she looked at Fu Le.

Fu Le's eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously.

"Yesterday afternoon, when you were asleep, Teacher Yang said it. Meet again at school at noon today. ”

The girl put the book on the desk into her bag and said word by word.

"Then why are you still here?" asked Fu Le curiously.

The girl stopped packing her hands and her hair hung down to cover her expression: "Because I have something to come back and get it, and ......"

The girl looked up, the sun shining on her face: "And I know you're coming." ”

Fu Le felt kindness to himself from this girl, and for this sudden friendship, Fu Le had a flattered feeling.

Fu Le blushed and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Thank you, Xiaoqiu......" Fu Le looked at the girl's back and said dryly.

But the girl didn't hear it, and she jumped away.

Fu Le watched the figure of the girl leaving the classroom, he was ...... Got your first friendship?

He stood in the middle of the empty classroom, looking at the freshly wiped blackboard and neat desk.

"Where am I going this morning?" he asked himself.

In the past, his days were always planned and tight, and there was never such an inexplicable situation of half a day.

He was at a loss for what to do with this sudden freedom.

Fu Le left the school and walked aimlessly down the street.

It occurred to him that maybe he should call "Dad".

In today's highly developed public facilities, even if it is difficult to find a pedestrian like Fu Le who does not have a mobile phone, the streets are still full of free public phone booths.

Toot –

Fu Le dialed the number, and the beeping of the phone rang to the sound of his heartbeat.

Generally speaking, you can hang up after the phone rings four times, because it is common sense that the call will not go through again.

This time was no exception, Fu Le put down the phone, and even felt a little inexplicable joy in his heart, he straightened his head and pretended to be like those fashionable girls, like every pedestrian on the road who came and went, walking purposefully.

There was a commotion in the distance, and people gathered around a platform that could not be heard clearly.

In recent years, this old street behavior seems to have been resurrected, and the world has increasingly begun to subvert the old and the new.

Fu Le shook his head, ready to walk away.

The sign hanging next to him piqued his interest

-- Public debate between the chief of the Royal British Academy of Sciences and the professor of Huaxia Yandu Normal University

Indeed, in recent years, in order to promote their theories, many scientists or thinkers have begun to go out into public, but this is the first time that Fu Le has seen this kind of debate.

Fu Le stopped, climbed a large rock next to him, and looked at the center of the crowd.

A blue-eyed Western scientist stood on the left, with two assistant-like figures standing beside him. On the other side was an old Chinese man with messy hair and cloudy eyes, the old man was dressed plainly, and there was no assistant beside him, and his chest was trembling sharply at the moment, apparently because of the white scientist opposite.

"This gentleman, forgetting history, ignoring the potential of mankind itself, and studying only those cold machines infinitely, will lead mankind to extinction. The old man's voice trembled, and he was begging everyone to believe in his theory.

The white scientist ignored the old man and poured himself a cup of tea brewed on the table alone, and the assistant beside him hurriedly tried to take it, but was stopped by the scientist gentleman.

After taking a sip, the scientist finally responded to the old man: "Mr. Chu, you are also a professor in Huaxia, don't talk like a charlatan." ”

Fu Le looked at the old man dancing across from him, and lost interest in this completely unsuccessful debate.

Regardless of whether the theory of this old Chinese man himself is correct or not, he completely loses to his opponent in terms of performance, and his actions are simply forcing everyone to believe in his theory.

"You are, you are ......"

The old man seemed speechless, and kept muttering this sentence in his mouth.

"That's it, Mr. Chu. The white scientist also seemed a little bored, and he stood up.

"As long as you Chinese audience can still recognize the ancient characters behind you, it means that the vitality of ancient culture is indeed amazing, and I admit that your theory is right. ”

He took the last cup of tea and said unhurriedly.

The old man looked at the audience expectantly, but everyone avoided him. Maybe there are people in the crowd who really want to help him, but they really don't know these ancient Chinese characters.

Fu Le then noticed that there were a few symbols drawn with a brush behind the old man, which were indeed hieroglyphs, but perhaps too far away for people to recognize.

The color in the old man's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head and stood there alone. The old man was so thin that it seemed as if the wind would turn to ashes.

Fu Le looked at him, and suddenly felt that he was a little pitiful.

Fu Le suddenly wanted to help him, in fact, Fu Le also felt that some of the old man's words were too, but after all, this was an old man who looked to be in his seventies.

Fu Le has no relatives of his elders, and he cherishes the things that he has long been accustomed to with other children.

When he saw that the third character had four curved verticals, and then looked at the rest of it, he suddenly felt that the symbol was a bit like a lying horse.

Fu Le looked at this "word" and plucked up his courage.

"That's a donkey. Fu Le raised his voice, although he still used a questioning tone, but deliberately raised his head with his chest up, pretending to be confident.

People looked at the half-grown child standing on the rock.

In fact, Fu Le has no bottom in his heart, he is purely guessing. Although he has a good history record, he has also read and knows several oracle bone inscriptions. But this thing wasn't even an oracle, and Fu Le was a little skeptical that the old man had painted it himself.

When everyone heard the child's voice, they couldn't help but hold their foreheads. One young man almost burst out laughing.

Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly looked at Fu Le in surprise,

"Damn, this kid, you can guess the horse...... Fuck guess the donkey..."A middle-aged man couldn't help but scold.

Unexpectedly, the old man on the stage had a bright light in his eyes, and his voice trembled with excitement: "Child, do you know these ancient characters?"

The old man stumbled a few steps forward, and it looked as if he was about to fall.

Seeing this, Fu Le hurriedly ran over to help him, Fu Le's heart was very helpless, he thought he was right, but it seemed that the old man himself didn't know these words.

He held the old man's withered hand and shouted helplessly: "Uncle......"

The old man raised his head, Fu Le was stunned, this face was wet, like a flower face in a play that listened to adults-this old man actually cried.

What, isn't it just a word? It can be more important than eating? Fu Le's heart was touched.

He sighed, looked at the people with blank faces and the white scientist opposite, and thought to help others to the end.

"This character belongs to the ancient ......"

Fu Le helped the old man and pretended to start talking about the mountains.

Later, the people of the business week were supplemented, and gradually improved and developed. According to the current historical research, the inscription is earlier than the oracle bone inscription, and at the same time, the donkey, a domestic animal, has been raised in Xinjiang since the Shang and Zhou dynasties......"

"It is not really a pure hieroglyph, and I was surprised that it has a deep connection with the Latin language from the point of view of its thinking and logic...... From this, it can be inferred that the development of foreign exchanges in ancient China has begun since ancient times, and at the same time, the beginning time of human civilization may not be as we think......"

Fu Le relied on his history to be good, and began to talk nonsense.

He said that there were similarities between the text and Latin, and that it was not pure nonsense, after all, he could not understand both.

The old man listened to Fu Le's words and nodded incessantly, with undisguised excitement on his face. The white scientist on the other side looked at the teenage boy on the other side and talked eloquently, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Your culture is so unbreakable and profound that I can't imagine that a young boy in the middle of the city is so passionate about the study of ancient texts......," muttered the white scientist.

"I thought there was no ...... in this crowd It seems that everyone knows this word, but they are leaving me a thin face, and I am still here like a clown jumping off the beam, and I don't know if I see it, I ......will accept it."

The white scientist looked gloomy, sighed, and didn't know where he learned it, so he clenched his fists slightly at the old man, turned around and left with the two assistants.

People looked at Fu Le in amazement, and there was a lot of discussion below, and Fu Le was about to leave when he saw this, but was pulled aside by the old man.

"Child, my name is Chu Fengqian," the old man looked at Fu Le half-squatting.

"Old man, I study this kind of text too shallowly, although I have already recognized some, but I have no choice but to be blunt, and now I have been dialed by Xiaoyou, it turns out that the direction is wrong......"

"Kid, you just said ...... This kind of writing is called 謪文, right?" the old man asked cautiously.

Fu Le blushed and nodded.

"Old man," Fu Le tried to change the subject, "I don't feel well at first glance, there is no need to be so emotional and angry for a few words, look at the way you just looked...... What could be more important than being alive? ”

As soon as Fu Le spoke, he suddenly felt that what he said was not appropriate enough, it sounded strange, and he hurriedly thought about how to redeem it.

The old man was not angry at all, he touched Fu Le's head: "Child, you will understand in the future that people have too many things that are more important than life that are worth sticking to." ”

Fu Le looked at the old man blankly, the old man's eyes flashed with a strange light, and his expression was a little crazy.

Fu Le suddenly felt uncomfortable, and he broke away from the old man's hand.

"I have to go to Jihe in the afternoon, so I can't continue to talk to you. Fu Le made an excuse and planned to leave.

Unexpectedly, when he heard this, the old man's expression suddenly became nervous: "You want to ...... You're going down the Ji River?"

Then the old man muttered to himself: "That's right, it's about the same age." ”

Fu Le sensed that something was wrong, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong, old man?"

The old man frowned, and after a long while, as if he had finally made up his mind, he lowered his voice:

"Son, if you believe me, don't go down that river......"