He began to sharpen his ink sticks in the starlight. Chen Pipi's chubby fingers picked up the senior sister's small brush and quickly wrote a long explanation on the back of the paper. The tiny handwriting on the paper contrasts sharply with his bulky stature, making it extraordinarily delicate and intricate.

"Poor child, don't believe that kind of nonsense about whether a mountain is a mountain or not. Haotian God will not be bored enough to test us with such stupid questions. ”

"However, objective realities are real, such as the words in this book, which are as real as my pride and arrogance now. Even if the text is tampered with by the rune master, you must believe that it is real. If you can't believe it yourself, then your eyes will surely find it even harder to believe.

"Writings constitute objective reality, and so do essays. However, when this paper and text reflect the spring daylight into your eyes, it can be big or small, and once it is interpreted by your brain, it can be clever or stupid...... Dumb, I guess... At that time, it all turned into a fabricated reality.

"The reflection of spring light on paper already constitutes an interpretation, and seeing it in your eyes is a reinterpretation, and your trying to understand it is a reinterpretation. Explanations often lead to misunderstandings. The more you explain something, the more likely it is to deviate from its original form.

"If you can't understand it now, as a genius, I am obliged to help you with the most vulgar example I can come up with: the objective reality of things resembles a beautiful naked woman. We can only accept her existence, she doesn't need our explanation. Therefore, as a woman who is completely undressed, her entire existence constitutes an objective reality that you cannot change her.

The ink flows rapidly on the paper with such power and spontaneity that it fully expresses his greatest ideas. When Chen Pipi finished speaking, his face lit up, revealing a look of great satisfaction. From a very young age, he was considered by everyone to be an unprecedented genius, but all these years he has been learning under the best, he can only listen and learn, without any opportunity to release his inner desires and teach others a lesson. He couldn't help but praise himself.

The words may sound vulgar, but the gist is there. I just hope you don't get too obsessed and get occupied by my words.

When the ink was dried by the night wind, he stood up proudly, returned to the bookshelf, and stuffed the piece of paper back into the first exploration page of "The Sea of Qi and Snow Mountain", no longer caring about the bet with his second brother on memorizing basic textbooks.

Just as he put the pamphlet back on the shelf, a hint of hesitation appeared on his plump face. Strictly speaking, he helped the poor lad and grossly violated the rules of the old library. But then again, he thought back to what his master had said, rolled his eyes, stuffed the book into the shelves, and left the building without worrying about anything.

"Rules are nonsense."

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Every morning, Ning Que left Lin 47th Street at dawn and did not return to Chang'an City until late at night. Although it was the first day he had walked down the old library, it was already late at night when his carriage entered through the south gate of Chang'an.

Chu Youxian was concerned about his physical condition and waited for him to return to the city together. When the two carriages stopped in front of the old brush shop one after another, this Dongcheng snobs looked at Ning Que from the carriage window, and said with a grateful face: "I really don't believe that you put aside all grievances and persuade Xie Chengyun to go down the old study, I didn't expect you to be so open-minded, humble, elegant, tolerant, and noble..."

Ning Que turned around with a smile on his face and said, "Although I don't mind staying here and listening to the series of compliments you can come up and praise me, I must also admit that persuading Xie San to leave the library was not entirely out of concern for his health...... I'm just interested in where he sits every day, it's a sunny place.

"You are so strange that in order to escape praise, you hide a good thing with evil motives......"

Chu Youxian complained while ordering the servants to drive the carriage away.

Ning Que smiled and waved goodbye to his friend, and when he walked into the store and covered his face with the towel that Sang Sang handed him, he sank his whole body into the armchair, as if all his strength and energy had suddenly been taken away.

Ever since he started going to the Old Library, he has enjoyed the uplifting effects of a hot towel every night when he returns to Lin 47th Street. Sangsang meticulously calculated the time and soaked the towel in time to make sure the temperature was just right.

Under the steaming white towel, Ning Que said in a tired voice: "I still don't have much appetite tonight, so let's make a bowl of noodles with fried eggs."

Sangsang agreed, but did not leave. She stood quietly beside the armchair, staring at the steaming towel on Ning Que's face. After being silent for a long time, she finally spoke: "Young Master, you... Tomorrow is not the time to go.

The truth is that although Ning Que looks good and seems to be able to chat and joke with his classmates in the academy, only he and Sang Sang know that after forcing themselves to read books in the old library these days, they have really hurt physically and mentally. Every day back in the city, he was in so much pain that he could barely speak, and he vomited so much that it took a lot of willpower for him to swallow his dinner.

Hearing Sang Sang's voice, Ning Que felt as if the white towel on his face had turned into a fluffy white forest, accompanied by a warm and moist feeling covering his mouth and nose. He was silent for a moment, and finally forced himself to smile, "I didn't have a chance to take you out when I was resting before, so ...... I'm not going to the academy tomorrow. By the way, I met that silly princess at the academy today, and she invited you to play with her. Shall we go tomorrow?

Sangsang removed the warm towel from his face and began massaging his forehead. Then she timidly replied, "Does Your Highness want to see me?" I also want.

Ning Que closed his eyes, feeling the pressure and nausea of her cold fingers massaging him, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Tomorrow I will take this opportunity to cross out the second name from the list."

Sangsang's fingers stiffened, and he looked down at his slightly worn shoes. She was clearly not too impressed by it.

Ning Que decided not to study in the building for the time being, and went to visit Her Royal Highness the princess with Sang Sang, taking advantage of him to live here. On the other hand, Sang Sang was not too impressed by this decision, not because she didn't like to kill, because she had grown up beside Ning Que and had witnessed Ning Que kill so many people that she was almost numb to it. It's really because she doesn't like Ning Que's poor physical condition at the moment, but she can't rest well.

Despite the bad mood, the little maid did her best when she nodded with fried eggs in the evening. She didn't add pepper and green onions, not as punishment, but because Ning Que had frequent nausea and vomiting at night recently, and her fragile stomach couldn't stand such a spicy condiment anymore.

After eating the noodles, they soaked their feet in hot water, and Ning Que lay comfortably on the bed. Sangsang also washed her little feet with the rest of the water and climbed into bed. She spread her legs and rode on his waist to give him a soothing massage.

After making sure he was asleep, Sangsang sighed and wiped the sweat that wasn't there. She moved to the other end of the bed, holding the beloved cosmetics box of Chen Jinji Cosmetics Store, and enjoying her sleep.

At midnight, she was woken up by Ning Que's painful sound and the constant sound of turning over. She quickly got up from the quilt, got off the bed, quickly took out the bronze basin from under the bed, sat next to Ning Que, and patted his back up and down with her little hands.

Ning Que couldn't help but spit into the bronze basin, he was lying on his side, his face was pale and distorted, revealing great pain. The food eaten before has been digested, and the hot tea drunk before going to bed can only be spit out, as well as stomach acid and bile.