Northern scenery, thousands of miles of snow.

The sky is dawning, and the sun is rising.

The snow has stopped, but the wind has not stopped.

The cold wind is like a steel knife scraping bones, taking heaven and earth as a sword, and treating the common people as fish and meat.

A seven or eight-year-old boy walked alone in the Linhai Snow Field, stepping on the thick snow, constantly making a "creaking" sound, leaving a series of deep footprints on the white snow.

Ye Xipo stopped, his immature body was lying on his feet, and he would be swept to the ground by the cold wind at any time.

He wore a tattered cotton jacket on his upper body and cloth shoes on his feet. Hands and feet were frozen and unconscious.

Half of a dead branch is exposed in the snow.

Ye Xipo's face was happy, and he picked up the branch like a treasure. The snow above his head gradually melted, flowing down his neck into the depths of his neckline, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Ye Xipo shook his head with a wry smile, and a cynical look appeared on his immature face, which was extremely incommensurate with his age.

A 20-year-old soul travels into the shell of an eight-year-old child. What's more, there is more than a thousand years in between. This unbelievable thing really happened to me.

Ye Xipo shrunk his neck into the collar with all his might, but his thoughts suddenly flew back to more than a thousand years later, and the scene in the literature and history class was still vivid.

"Students, we have read through the history of the Tang Dynasty during this time. In this lesson, we will focus on the Anshi Rebellion. ”

Professor Ye Siming made the opening remarks of this history class with his unique humanistic voice.

In the 302 staircase classrooms of the Imperial Capital University of Arts and Sciences, there is not a single empty seat. Students who are even sitting or standing in the hallway or at the entrance of the classroom are listening to the lectures.

This is a large class in literature and history, involving 182 students in three undergraduate classes. However, many master's and doctoral students in literature and history are mixed in, and a large classroom that can accommodate 240 students is so crowded that even a superfluous person cannot be inserted.

"The Biography of Guo Ziyi in the Old Tang Book" records: 'The palace was burned, there was no one in ten, and one hundred cao was deserted, and there were no rafters. In the middle of the country, less than a thousand households, Jingyi Yingjing, jackals. There is a lack of military reserves and fresh manpower. East to Zheng, Bian, up to Xufang, north from Qin, Huaijing in Xiangtu, cut off for people, thousands of miles of depression'"

Professor Ye Siming's voice is full of strong personal charm, and a very ordinary historical record is transformed into a voice through his throat, which actually gives the originally difficult and difficult classical Chinese a strong sense of picture.

"Ye Xipo, the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu has a five-character poem detailing the tragic situation of the Anshi Rebellion, please name the four most representative and generalized sentences."

Professor Ye Siming suddenly named a person and threw out a very harsh and difficult question.

In the middle of the classroom in the seventh row, a young man with a height of 178CM, a clear face and a thin figure stood up and looked at Professor Ye Siming with a smile.

"I have written the answer on the handout, if you answer incorrectly, I'm sorry, you are not welcome to come to the class in my class in the future. After all, there are still many students majoring in literature and history who want to listen to the lectures but can't. ”

The students in the class looked at each other, not understanding why Professor Ye, who has always been known for his tolerance and generosity and advocates inclusiveness, suddenly had trouble getting along with this student named Ye Xipo, and openly let this student who was not deeply involved in the world get off the stage.

However, several doctoral students couldn't help but hide their mouths and snicker, waiting for the show to be staged.

"Professor Ye, you are referring to Du Fu's "No Home", 'Lonely Tianbaohou, Yuanlu but Artemisia Terrestris. I have more than 100 families, and the world is chaotic with all kinds of things'. ”

Although Ye Xipo said it in an uncertain tone, the whole person had an extraordinary sense of confidence.

"Stinky boy, are you peeking at my handouts!"

Professor Ye Siming raised his eyebrows, but there was a thick smile between his eyebrows.

"Don't look at it, I'm not interested in stealing books."

Ye Xipo was happy, and Shi Shiran sat down.

A doctoral student who was a few years older couldn't hold back anymore, and whispered to his neighbor with a smile: "Today is really not in vain, this father and son have not played treasures in class for a long time." No, I was accurately poked at the point of laughter again. ”

An undergraduate student next to him suddenly realized, and couldn't help grinning, but he didn't dare to laugh loudly, and almost suffocated himself into internal injuries.

The 60-minute class ended before I knew it. Until the bell rang for the end of class, the students in the class were still fascinated and immersed.

Tang Xuanzong, Yang Guifei, An Lushan, Shi Siming, Guo Ziyi...... These figures before, during, and late to the Anshi Rebellion are deeply engraved in the minds of every student like images.

Immediately after the class was announced, a group of master's and doctoral students walked up, surrounded Professor Ye Siming on the inside and outside three floors, and began to ask all kinds of questions. The undergraduates who were blocked on the periphery had never seen this kind of posture, and they couldn't interject a word if they wanted to, so they had to leave stupidly.

"It's so old, and it's still so popular." Ye Xipo muttered a few words, stood up and prepared to leave.

"West Slope! Go back and make the rice ready, I want to eat dry pot pork ribs today. ”

Professor Ye Siming motioned to the surrounding students to be quiet, and shouted at Ye Xipo, who was about to leave.

"This damn old man, first made me unable to get off the stage in front of so many people, and now he is licking his face and trying to eat the food I cooked, what a pipe dream!"

Ye Xipo was angry, and originally wanted to refuse, but finally relented. Who let his mother leave early, and he didn't take care of him, did he let him go to the restaurant every day? Nowadays, restaurants are getting more and more gone, the meat is not good meat, and the oil is not good oil.

"Got it, you come back early, don't let me heat up the dishes!"

After speaking, Ye Xipo left without looking back.

Yesterday, Ye Xipo, who was born in a scholarly family, just celebrated his 20th birthday. No birthday cake, just a table of home-cooked dishes.

His father, Ye Siming, devoted himself to the study of literature and history all his life, and many of his academic papers have been published in international and domestic heavyweight academic journals, and have won countless honors.

However, in Ye Xipo's eyes, his father was just a nerd who would neither take care of others nor himself.

When he was 8 years old, his mother died suddenly and died in a bizarre car accident.

The young Ye Xipo magically took on the role of taking care of himself and his father at the same time.

This is twelve years, and Ye Xipo misses his mother all the time. However, as time passed, the image of his mother became more and more blurred, and he could only rely on a few family photos to maintain his precious memory of his mother.