Half a month later, when my father stood in the auditorium and listened to the principal's speech, he suddenly felt infinitely lonely. The new students enrolled in Djerkhara University stand in different queues according to their nationality, and with the exception of the Salanders, who are not allowed to enroll, students from all five countries on the mainland have entered this university for further study. There are 43 international students, including Kujits, all of whom are majoring in engineering; There are 11 Vycians and 7 Nords, respectively, who studied engineering and shipbuilding; There were 2 Swadians, my father and Wright, who majored in philosophy and political science, respectively.

The principal's speech is shouted out by six loud teaching assistants, like a choir. When the principal said, "We welcome students from all over the world together," the Kugit people burst into laughter and pointed at my father and Wright, who repeated the tone of the Kugit students, which disturbed the order and caused the headmaster's dissatisfaction, which opened the prelude to the struggle between my father and the headmaster.

His father was 20 days late, which put him in a completely unfamiliar environment at the beginning, and although the southern country was warm, he was still a little sad when loneliness and winter came together. He had a kind of helplessness, how good it would be if he still stayed at home at this time.

The nobles of the Rhodoc Kingdom began to discuss a new proposition, which was to abolish the title of king, change the title to the Grand Duke, and change the Rhodoc Empire to the Duchy of Rhodok. This was unanimously opposed by the old nobles, and cracks appeared in the upper echelons of Rhodoc, which had coalesced into an iron plate at the time of the invasion of the Northern Army.

When Wright listened to the teacher in class, he should continue to weaken the royal power until: "The people dare to denounce the nobility to their faces without fear of being threatened, the people own property without being robbed by the tyranny of the government, and the people can use the law to suppress the nobility to the same level as the people." Wright was stunned, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Nonsense! ”

The professor stopped teaching and looked at the Swadia.

The professor was a priest and a doctor, and when the Northern invaded, he stayed in a clinic in a small town. He had seen farmers who shed their last drop of blood to defend their land, and nobles who were servile for the sake of a dinar. He saw that the land had become fertile because it had sucked the blood of the peasants, and that the land had brought abundant harvests after the war to some of those who had betrayed it. During the war, the peasant army and the municipal army were supported by the Rhodok government, and the people united under the slogan "Fight to the last bamboo spear". The government, in the spirit of uniting the majority, left the various organizations to their own devices, and these people became the cornerstone of the resistance, and they made a soul pact with the land, and they fought a frenzied struggle against the Swadias with their physical sacrifices, which laid the foundation for the final victory of Rhodok. But after the war, Rhodock's upper echelons, who had supported the burgher class, suddenly found that the class was too strong, and the conservatives did not like it. They want to restore the previous order. This caused great resentment between the burghers and the emerging lower aristocracy, and the courage of the people to resist the enemy was not for the honor of some illusory king, but very realistically and simply: "Fight for the land of size", people fought only for their land, only for their own happiness, and no one cared who would be the distant king.

"Your name?"

"Wright. Sloin. Wright. The Wright family from Svadia. You are talking nonsense. The kings of the first dynasty were divinely endowed with kingship, they learned skills from God, and then they used these things to enlighten the people, enrich the people, and save the people. Without them, the country would be paralyzed to the ground like a man who has lost its backbone. ”

"All right, sir. In your country, have nobles contributed to the country? Like in the midst of war? ”

"Yes. In the battle of the first king's southern expedition to South Svadia", at this time, the Rhodok students were dissatisfied, and Wright ignored it: "My father died on the battlefield, and one of his former comrades-in-arms told me that another nobleman died with him at the arrows of the Rhodok, and the nobleman will of course stand on the front line at the most dangerous moment." ”

The teacher laughed: "Almost all the nobles who died in the war in Swadia were low-level nobles, only 4 middle-level officials were killed, and only 1 high-level official died, which is your North Sea Eagle General Tiha, this person died an unknown death, it is said that he was sniped to death. This is the leading effect of the aristocracy? It is true that the low-ranking nobles of Svadia have shown excellent qualities, but", the teacher stared at Wright, "you think they are really nobles?" No, they are just high-ranking civilians who are being used. We're not targeting a single aristocracy, we're destroying the whole rotten system. ”

Wright was utterly disillusioned with college classes before spring arrived. His original plan with his father was to wait until spring break to go to the ancient battlefield to find his father's grave, which was a mission he had to complete. He was going to go to the mountains alone, but an old man in charge of their food and lodging said that Wright was crazy: "If you dare to go into the mountains alone, if it is known that you are a Swadia, you will be eaten alive by the people there." ”

This year's Rhodoc had a particularly cold winter, and at the end of December, snowflakes began to fall in the sky. While my father and Wright were eating in the cafeteria, they heard a few Kugit talking worriedly, and they were talking in a thick Kugit accent. My father asked a professor of linguistics what the Kugit were talking about, and the professor listened intently for a while, saying, "They say that this year Kugit has suffered a worse snowstorm than before, and that almost every one of their homes has suffered heavy losses, herds of cattle and sheep have frozen to death, and the winter is so long that the young livestock and young animals will not survive the next winter." Now that more and more Kugit people are making a living on the horses, the wilderness is almost completely out of control, and the hungry and cold Kugit civilians are now driven to a desperate situation by the weather. ”

Wright said coldly: "Aren't the Kugit people still shopping around, why don't they use the money to help the victims." The Kugit are a bunch of savages who only care about their immediate interests. ”

"Svadia boy, who are you talking about?" A Kugit student munching pickled radish glared at him, and Wright looked at the man, and suddenly there was a familiar trance, as if the man was familiar. In my thoughts, the grassland, the laughter, the blue moon, the dombra piano...

The father helped on the side: "We didn't say anything, if you are annoyed, you will admit it yourself, and you will care about our business." ”

The man threw the pickled radish over and hit his father in the face, making his face full of sourness. The father threw a wooden bowl back, and the kuguit blocked it with his hand, and the breadcrumbs soaked in thick soup flew aside with the bowl, and the people around him avoided it. The father felt the pent-up anger in his chest, and he was about to rush over and beat the Kujiit, when a Rhodok inspector came up and made his way with a whip to the most chaotic end of the table, watching his father and the Kujit staring at each other.

This inspector knew that this Kugit man had a lot of background, and he was the son of an inspector of Elmo's car, and the principal had personally taken care of the inspector, and if it was not too big, he would accommodate the son of this Kugit official eunuch. However, this Swadian does not seem to have received much care from the headmaster, and does not seem to have any background, and besides, the inspector hates Swadia in the first place. After a brief inquiry, the inspector told the Kugit to go back to their dormitory, and warned my father not to mess around, "or he will go back to the north." The Kugit had the upper hand and turned away, and before he left, he said to the superintendent, "I will not allow you to insult the son of a nobleman like this. I haven't finished settling accounts with him, I'll look for him. I'm looking for him, you know? You are not allowed to trouble him. ”

My father was very reluctant to be overwhelmed by the inspector's obvious favoritism, and at this time the generosity of the Kugit people made him even more disgusted, "All right! You little Kugit bastard, my fist is in Suno and it will be past the Kujiits! Come on! ”

The Kugit looked at the Swadia boy with disdain, threw the blanket over his shoulder, and led a few Kugits away who were watching the bustle. The chaotic scene here attracted a lot of onlookers, most of them didn't care very much, it is normal for young people from different countries to have friction together, and it is widely rumored among students from other countries that Swadias are arrogant and love to cause trouble, and it is strange that Swadias do not cause trouble.

My father was so angry that he didn't feel anything. What puzzled his father was that Wright didn't speak for him from beginning to end, except for what he said at the beginning. Wright just looked at the Kujitt, one look, another look, as if there was always something wrong.

By the time Father and Wright walked back, the snow had stopped in the sky, and it hadn't accumulated much on the ground, just enough for their feet to feel a soft layer. The two did not speak, only the exhaled white breath was a smart existence. Wright suddenly asked my father, "Don't you think this Kujiit looks familiar?" ”

"Ukhru's goods? The Kugit are as foul-tempered as ever. My father touched the area on his face that had been hit by a radish and said that although it didn't hurt at all, the feeling of being insulted made him feel upset.

"No, I mean, Kazak"

“··· Well... I said it looks familiar. It's kind of like. However, the Kugit themselves say that their ancestor was a wolf, and it is estimated that there should be many people in their tribe who look similar. ”

“··· Yes, but I really think it's weird, and the look in his eyes always makes me feel like Kazak is still alive. ”

"Don't talk about such a horrible thing, Kazak is dead, I saw it with my own eyes, and my poor little Rhine also had an accident at that time."

The two went back to the dormitory chatteringly, and my father and Wright, especially Wright, felt a deep sense of loss since they entered college. They feel like they don't belong in this place, learning what they don't know what to say, and running for a purposeless future. They envy the Kujits, although they hate them. These people spend their days thinking about how to throw a stone far enough, how to keep the carbon content in iron at an optimal value, and how to make the most amazing thing out of the simplest materials. Father read a Kugit note, which recorded his field test of the projectile trajectory, a total of 970, he summed up the best projectile angle and wind, terrain and other factors of the equation, my father looked at the head of the big head, but this Kugit people braved the cold and continued to carry out the test, with a delicate 1:30 scale stone thrower, the whole test for two weeks. This made my father admire it very much.

He had heard that the Kugits would return to China next year. After that, there will be no Kugit to study again, that is, this is the last group of Kujits. People don't know why the Kugit government recalled all the international students and artisans who were studying. I only know that in the last year, the learning atmosphere of the Kugit people is like boiling water.

In the principal's office, my father quietly saw the research topics of the Kugit students: "The most suitable iron-making temperature", "The charging principle of the crossbow machine", "Precautions for camping", "The application of civilian equipment" and so on.

In my father's mind, Kugit seemed to be a testing ground for craftsmen and scientists of all kinds, who seemed to be undergoing the most radical reforms; At a certain meal, my father heard the teacher translate to them "Kugit snow disaster, serious losses"; My father remembered Uncle Garcia's summary of the Kujites as 'unusual' and Garcia's poignant words: "The time of youth is coming. ”

Father and Wright were tidying up their daily housekeeping in the dormitory. A Kugit knocked on the door and walked in: "May I ask if Mr. Arcadio II from Svadia is here?" I have brought a message that our people wish to make a conclusion with you in the woods behind the mountain. ”