December 26th.
Higher Education Park, Dongdu Library.
The bright and clean reading hall was almost full, with rustling sounds.
Most of them were young people who were studying hard and writing furiously.
There were also a few retired people wearing reading glasses, slowly flipping through books.
Fang Cheng picked up the thermos cup with wolfberry and took a sip.
There were a lot of books and classics on the desk in front of him, basically thick tomes.
While drinking water, he was slightly touched when he glanced at the figures of those young people.
"There are still three days before the date of the postgraduate entrance examination."
"Among them, there should be many people who are on the same front as me, right?"
However, Fang Cheng had already prepared for the battle.
The main purpose of coming to the library this time was just to find some information.
The strange words and symbols on the postcard sent by the stranger always weighed on my heart like a stone.
It gave Fang Cheng a bad feeling.
He came here early this morning and stayed in the reading room after the library opened.
In nearly five hours, he read more than a dozen academic books, covering languages and archaeology from various countries.
He compared and searched among them, trying to get useful clues.
But until now, he still had no clue.
It seemed that those strange text symbols were just graffiti by others.
While thinking, Fang Cheng vaguely felt a gaze drifting over and falling on his face.
So he looked up.
Seeing that a young woman sitting in front of him on the right was also looking up at him.
The woman had a pretty face, shoulder-length hair, and a pair of black glasses with thin rims.
When their eyes met, she smiled slightly and nodded politely.
Fang Cheng remembered her.
I met her last time when I came to the library to learn about health care.
Today, she was still sitting in her usual seat.
Holding a pen in her hand, with a few books in front of her, she seemed to be taking notes.
Fang Cheng had excellent eyesight and could clearly see her handwriting.
She seemed to be a college teacher preparing for class.
Perhaps I disturbed her because I turned the pages too fast?
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng nodded and made an apology gesture.
In fact, with his current mental sensitivity, it is easy to detect the negative emotions conveyed by the people around him.
It’s just that after using the focus skill, he always consciously ignores the noise and interference brought by the outside world.
[Speed Reading lv1 (196/250)]
[Focus lv1 (213/250)]
After taking a look at the skill growth progress, Fang Cheng finished drinking the water and stood up.
Put a dozen books on the table into a pile and held them in his arms.
Then he walked towardsThe bookshelf area not far away.
After all the books were returned to their original positions, he walked to another row of bookshelves next to him.
"Let’s look for more?"
Fang Cheng took out a foreign book and thought to himself.
If it doesn’t work.
Maybe he can go to colleges and universities to find some real professionals and ask them for advice.
Or he can ask the administrator if he can help borrow books from the ancient book area on the top floor.
Swish.
Opening the cover, Fang Cheng simply stood by the window and read in the sun.
The large double-sided wooden bookshelf was filled with various books and classics, blocking the view and exuding a special book fragrance.
Readers who borrowed books passed by from time to time, and the atmosphere was leisurely and relaxed.
Just as he lowered his head and concentrated on reading.
A faint scent of jasmine suddenly floated into his nose.
Then, a delicate and tactful voice sounded.
"Are you interested in linguistics?"
Fang Cheng was slightly surprised and looked over.
The beautiful teacher with glasses was standing in front of him, her eyes showing some interest.
"Excuse me."
She raised her hand to smooth the hair beside her ear and took the initiative to explain:
"I just saw that you borrowed a lot of foreign language books. It’s really rare to learn several languages at the same time like you, so I’m a little curious."
Looking at the woman who regarded him as a "weird person", Fang Cheng silently complained in his heart.
In fact, based on previous observations, this teacher is not much better.
The books she borrowed were also very diverse, including economics, politics, history, religion, folklore, paleoanthropology, etc.
The range is so wide that people can’t help but wonder if she can really understand them all.
After a brief consideration, Fang Cheng answered her half-truthfully:
"My girlfriend sent me a postcard from abroad with some strange words on it. I really want to know what it means."
"Oh."
The beautiful teacher nodded in realization, and then said:
"I have some research on language. If it does not involve privacy, you might as well show it to me."
Fang Cheng thought for a moment, then took out the postcard from his pocket and handed it to her with some hope.
The beautiful teacher took it and looked at it carefully.
After a long silence, she hesitantly opened her red lips:
"I have never seen this kind of text…"
Before Fang Cheng felt disappointed, she continued:
"But one thing can be confirmed, they are not simple symbols, they should belong to the category of text."
"Why?"
Fang Cheng had suspected before that these characters might just be graffiti.
"Languages and characters all follow certain rules. Even if you can’t understand unfamiliar characters, you can still feel a vague echo from them."
The beautiful teacher raised her bright eyes and looked at Fang Cheng:
"Because thisHumans are born with a talent that can not only convey superficial information through words, but also support advanced thinking activities, allowing humans to master multiple different languages more easily. "
"Linguist Chomsky calls this innate skill a ‘language acquisition device’, comparing it to an organ inside the brain, which stores a certain regularity shared by human languages, namely ‘universal grammar’."
Fang Cheng nodded when he heard this.
Thinking carefully, when he first saw these characters, his first impression was that someone wanted to tell him something very special.
"Words do not only belong to countries and nations. An ethnic group or an industry can create its own words. This is true for women’s writing, Taoist talismans, and the undeciphered cliff books that appeared in history. "
"They seem to have no meaning, but they have many meanings and are used as a medium for specific groups to communicate with each other. "
"I recommend that you read some folk books. Perhaps you can find similarities in some local traditional cultures and get inspiration. ”
The beautiful teacher spoke in an orderly manner.
Suddenly she remembered something and added:
"By the way, during the New Year’s Day holiday, the library will hold many popular science lectures."
"One of the lectures will be hosted by a world-renowned paleoanthropologist. You can go and listen. You may gain something unexpected."
Fang Cheng felt that when she said this, the light behind her glasses was unusually bright.
It seemed to flash with a bit of cunning, but it disappeared in an instant, as if it was just an illusion.
"Thank you for your help. I haven’t asked for your name yet?"
Fang Cheng took back the postcard and thanked him politely.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Chuqiao, a small lecturer at Dongdu University."
The beautiful teacher straightened her proud chest and extended her hand generously.
"My name is Fang Cheng, and I am currently a sparring partner in a boxing gym. ”
Fang Cheng gently pinched her slender fingers and then let go.
He could feel the fullness and tenderness of her palms, just like the feeling her name and appearance gave people.
