author he is neurotic

"Is there something wrong with the dean's head?" Motril looked at the newly announced information, "This year's school activities will be brought forward?"

At this moment, Dongfang Mu came out of the shower, and was wearing a casual outfit to watch TV with two roommates. Hearing what Motril said, he leaned over to take a look.

"Don't school activities start in April?" Now it's March, and it starts on NO.15. Today is the [-]th!This is too rushed! "I didn't say that there were any special circumstances, so it was inexplicably ahead of schedule?"

"Oh no, I haven't been back to school for a long time." Motril covered his face and screamed. He and Sunderland were not at school after the holiday on January 1, because on January 20 they had their own holidays. The information said that there will be a gathering on the 1th. The teacher will lead the team and take them to another planet for more than a month, and they only came back last week.

Sunderland is a deserted person, and he doesn't yell when he is sick or in pain, but Motril's personality is more detached. When he came back, he chatted with Dongfang Mu for a long time, discussing Dongfang Mu's past few months. After being shocked by the amazing move, he began to shout tired.

Fortunately, they can rest for three days after they come back, but Motril is a very lazy kind, making him have to start preparing for activities just after going out to study, it is more uncomfortable than killing him.

The most terrible thing is that there are credits for in-school activities. After the fourth level, the credits required for each level cannot be covered by the credits obtained by completing the assignments and exams on time.

Let him stay lazy in the dormitory and put the credits outside, he will never do it.

On the other hand, Dongfang Mu, a student who has been able to be promoted safely, has been in the limelight recently, and the school has rewarded him with a lot of credits, so he will be very leisurely then. As long as he does not fail in the fourth grade, his classmates can work harder, and he will be promoted to fifth grade early. Grades are very promising.

“啊啊啊啊啊，院长绝对需要去校医那边看看脑袋，他绝对把三月看成四月了！”墨特里尔抓着抱枕看着眼前的屏幕，再三等着那个月份时间, as if this would automatically change "March" to "April".

"Wait, scroll down." Dongfang Mu pointed to the bottom corner of the screen, "You haven't finished reading this notification yet."

It was only then that Motril noticed that he was only concerned about the time change, and didn't pay attention to the announcement later.

But after he pulled down the notice, even Dongfang Mu's expression became very subtle.

Sunderland, who had been sitting on the sidelines watching TV without making a sound, waited for a long time for the movement of the two old friends. Turning his head slightly, he found that the two were looking at the screen with unbelievable eyes.

He leaned over.

After a while, even his expression changed.

Dongfang Muwei pointed at the optical brain screen tremblingly: "Is it mainly the School of Arts? Isn't it mainly the School of Mecha? Isn't it mainly the School of Medicine?"

Fuck, Dean Ulid really should see a doctor, right?

What is Kanrowe known for in the Commonwealth?

The teachers of the Mecha Academy and the talented students in it, every school mech competition, Federal Academy Mecha League, and annual school events, the demeanor of the mecha department students is simply not too eye-catching.

Except for the School of Mecha, the School of Medicine and the School of Biology are also enough to stand out against the group of schools. Every year, in school activities, several schools take turns to dominate or something, but no matter what the school is, it is not enough to shake the School of Mecha. status.

And now not only the school activities have been brought forward, but the whole activity is actually centered on the Faculty of Arts?

Does Dean Ulid's head really not need to be fully checked?

Dongfang Mu looked at this notice over and over again, thinking about it in his heart.

In fact, it is not only his two old friends who have the same idea as him. As soon as this announcement came out, it can be said that the whole of Kanrovi exploded. Everyone talked about what was going on, and they also waited for the principal jokingly. He came out to apologize and said that the announcement was made by mistake. Although the Faculty of Arts has many majors, the number of people in this college is not that many. It is only a little more than half of the number of people in the Mecha College.

Many people are used to the fact that their major is not valued by the school as an unpopular major. Every time in school activities, they go to other departments to participate, and the upgrade of the Faculty of Arts is relatively simple compared to other colleges, so this For a few years, the Faculty of Liberal Arts did not engage in activities on its own at all, and directly dispersed and integrated into other faculties.

When this news first appeared, the Faculty of Letters was the most surprised.

They thought it was a ridiculous joke more than anyone else.

Dongfang Mu opened the school forum and found that most of the posts on it were posted by people from the Faculty of Arts. He felt that Dean Youlid had come up with a new trick. Just knelt down and begged the principal to come out and refute the rumors, the Faculty of Arts couldn't stand such a joke.

Dongfang Mu's joking mentality gradually calmed down.

He read these posts on the forum in silence, and after a long time, he sighed leisurely.

"What's wrong?" Motril looked over his shoulder at his screen, "These people are blowing up on the forum, why are you so sad?"

"I just feel that if I hoped that the principal was wrong at the beginning, now I just hope it's true." Dongfang Mo moved his shoulders and motioned Motriel to move his chin, "If even this group of people treat me It's a sad thing to learn a profession that doesn't give you hope."

I always feel that there is still such a phenomenon in the entire Federation. Everyone has very deep feelings for the culture of their own planet. They can tear themselves apart from others for the culture of their own planet, but there are really very few people who choose cultural studies. , probably everyone thinks that although things like cultural studies are sacred and important, historical things are ultimately inferior to the rapid development of technology.

Therefore, although many people choose cultural studies out of love, in their hearts, they always believe that mechas are the mainstream of the world today, and the majors related to it are the easiest to find a job.

It was just a possible "wrong" announcement, and it wasn't the students of the School of Mecha that attracted the most attention from the school, nor the students of the School of Biology, School of Medicine and other popular schools that competed with the School of Mecha every year for their contribution and attention. students, but the Faculty of Arts.

Hidden behind the joking tone was a lack of confidence. They felt that the Faculty of Arts itself was an unpopular major and couldn't last nearly a month of on-campus activities.

If this has been the way of thinking, the federation will face a very embarrassing situation after many years.

Although people want to protect their own planetary culture, no one will try to learn it, and no one will study it conscientiously, because people think that it is an unpopular major, and it is useless except for entering a research institute.

Not only low- and middle-level planets, but high-level planets will also face this dilemma.

"When the mecha was just developed, who would have thought that it would develop to the point where it now exists in the entire Federation?" Dongfang Mu murmured, "It would be great if this announcement wasn't issued by mistake..."

Did Dean Youlid also discover this problem, so he made this choice?

Dongfang Mu walked into his room in deep thought, leaving the two old friends staring at each other puzzled.

Compared to the carefree Motril, Sunderland saw something was wrong with Dongfang Mu.

There was a low guzheng sound coming from the room, and Mertril didn't know how to appreciate this kind of music, so he trembled, and then looked at Sunderland.

Sunderland held his wrist and shook his head: "He's not feeling well."

Although he couldn't empathize, he knew that Dongfang Mu didn't want to be disturbed at this time.

The next day, the news that Kanrovi's campus activities were ahead of schedule spread throughout the Federation, and many schools felt that Ulid must be crazy to do such a thing.

On the same day, "Musician" was updated again.

During this period of time, every time Dongfang Mu comes up with an explosive update, it will reach new heights. Other readers are excited when they see the author’s explosive update, but they have to find a napkin to prepare it when they see the author’s explosive update. , or find a place where there is no one and stay silently alone to prevent people from being regarded as crazy when they cry like a dog.

It's sad to think about it. They have read novels for so many years, and they have never been abused so badly.

The sad journey in which the master's style of painting is different from others and the readers are forced to change can already be written into a history of blood and tears.

The plot of the musician has officially come to an end. Ye Yichen ran into an orphan on his way home.

This decision made many lovers who wished to join Ye Yichen's school regret their wrists, and they couldn't understand why they could not compare to an orphan with no background after all their hard work.

But at this time, Ye Yichen was already well-known in the mainland, and he made friends with many famous people in the world. Although Ye Yichen was always wandering, no one dared to use force on him.

After Ye Yichen took in his apprentice, his wandering footsteps finally stopped temporarily.

The little orphan's name is Wei An, and Ye Yichen met him on the official road.

It was late autumn at that time, the child was still wearing thin clothes, he had probably walked for too long, his expression was very tired, his hair was a little messy, the package on his body was small, and he didn't look like he had brought much. The carriage sped past the official road, and was about to hit the child in a trance, Ye Yichen rescued the child in time.

I took him into the inn to wash him up, and after asking, I found out that the child's mother died of illness early, and his father took him to run a small business. Later, the family fell into ruin, and just in time for a famine, his father took him away from home and came here, but fell down. on the way.

After he hastily buried his father, he continued on his way alone.

When he came to a new place, he actually had no place to go.

Ye Yichen looked at this child, he behaved decently, his eyes were clear, and the hard life didn't make him lose his belief in survival.

Suddenly he had a thought and asked him, "Would you like to learn music theory with me?"

Many years ago, 15-year-old Ye Yichen was confused and helpless in an unfamiliar environment.

Mo Shuyu asked him softly: "Would you like to learn music theory with me?"

Ye Yichen looked at him blankly.

Mo Shuyu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to caress the piano, a deep music slowly flowed into Ye Yichen's heart, tightly entwined with his strong homesickness, and then cried out for him the pain of not being able to go home.

"The emotions you can't express, how about giving them to them?" Mo Shuyu pushed Qin down in front of him, and asked again, "Wish?"

Many years later, Ye Yichen, who was almost in his prime, played a melodious piece of music with a jade flute. After a while, he looked at the young man and said, "Why don't you give your emotions that you can't express?" He handed the jade flute to the young man. In front of him, he asked, "May I wish?"

The child's eyes sparkled slightly, and he slowly raised his hand, just like the young traveler from another world who took over the first musical instrument in his life from his guide.

A few days later, a close friend of Ye Yichen who came to hear the news looked at the child who was clumsily plucking the strings, sat down beside Ye Yichen, and said, "I thought you would never accept apprentices in your life."

Ye Yichen looked at her sideways, and the other party was also looking at him.

After a while, Ye Yichen looked away and said with a chuckle, "I didn't expect that either."

The man looked at him and said for a while, "You have changed. When I first met you, you were cold and cold, as if everyone in the world owed you tens of millions of taels of gold. Now..." She held back With a chin, he muttered, "It's changed a lot, but I still don't feel like you anymore."

Ye Yichen, who had just stepped into this world, was full of ignorance, unfamiliarity with this world, and longing for Mo Shuyu. He was only in his early twenties at that time, and he was really young and ignorant.

He got into a lot of misfortunes and suffered a lot. At the beginning, his longing turned into resentment. He felt that Mo Shuyu might have lied to him to leave that village and marry someone else, or it might be that Mo Shuyu just wanted to be with her. Playing by himself, or Mo Shuyu planned to follow him at first, but was delayed for some reason, and then he was too busy, so he forgot about himself.

Every time he encounters a disaster, he longs for the other party to appear by his side, but no, he has waited for many hours, days, and years for the person whom he hated because of love, but in the end he couldn't bear to hate. , never appeared in front of him.

By the time he starts to despair, he will already be in his thirties.

At this time, he made close friends and became famous all over the world.

The wealth he obtained was enough for him to buy a big mansion at the foot of the imperial city, and the friends he made could also ensure that he would spend his life safely without being embarrassed by the power.

However, he finally chose to pack his bags and continue looking for his way home.

Later, whenever his friends saw him, they would sigh with emotion that Ye Yichen was different again. They always felt like he was a different person, but at the same time he didn't seem to have changed.

At this time, when the woman next to him said such words again, Ye Yichen raised a nostalgic smile: "Well, I know."

He knew that he was looking for Mo Shuyu's shadow in his life. After so many things, he felt that life had tempered him into another Mo Shuyu.

No amount of suffering can overwhelm him, and he can choose to accept the unknown in the next second with a smile.

He suddenly thought of the reason why he wanted to accept disciples.

"Don't you want to know why I accept apprentices?" Ye Yichen rubbed the jade flute with his hands, "Inheritance, for inheritance."

"I hope that someone can pass on what I have. After a hundred years, someone will play my story into the music, and pass on the story of a musician along with the skills I taught him..."

Many years ago, Mo Shuyu, who was as gentle as jade, said so.

Years later, the elegant and steady Ye Yichen said this.

In addition to the story, Dongfang Mu slowly typed a line in the message: There must be someone to pass on history and the memory of history.