Chapter five hundred and ninety-ninth, who are you who lay the floor tiles?
The ranking of domestic universities is actually only half related to faculty, history, and the number of talents produced. The other half is based on the school’s foundation. This foundation depends on when the university was established, who founded it, and
How many characters came out of the school after that.
This person refers not only to talents, but to real big shots. How old is it to be considered a big shot? It depends on how early this person has left. There is no doubt that Tsinghua University and Peking University are the two schools that produce the most leaders in China.
In short, the two schools have the deepest foundation. Without any other, today's leaders could have been called emperors in ancient times. What level of education do you think the foundation must reach to be able to cultivate emperors?
A century-old famous school, an important place in the country!
Cao An rolled over on the ground and roared. The century-old destiny of Tsinghua campus was also disturbed. Ordinary people could not detect the subtle changes in Tsinghua, but in a remote corner of Tsinghua, an ordinary waiter
In the building, an old man sitting in a rocking chair and reading a book with reading glasses put down the book in his hand, then walked to the door and looked towards the staff dormitory.
After watching for a moment, the old man took an umbrella from the house and walked out. In the heavy rain, the umbrella held by the old man was only covering a small area on his head. The rain was scattered in all directions in the wind, but it was strange.
In one scene, the umbrella was not covered by the heavy rain, but the old man's body was not touched by any water.
Along the way, the old man kept paying attention to the luck of Tsinghua University. He found that the luck was only disturbed but there were no other changes. It was just that there was a very weak trace of it flowing forward along the path he was walking.
About twenty minutes later, the old man walked to the staff dormitory, entered one of the old buildings and went up to the fourth floor. When he stopped in front of the door of one of the rooms, there was a heartbreaking sound inside.
After a slight hesitation, the old man reached out and knocked on the door.
"Squeak!" Cao Qingguo opened the door, looked at an unknown old man standing outside in surprise and asked: "Are you..."
"I was passing by. I heard something moving inside, so I came over to take a look." The old man's eyes passed through Cao Qingguo and fell on the ground behind him.
A young man fell to the ground holding his head and seemed to be in great pain, but at the same time, the old man also noticed that a trace of Tsinghua University's stirred luck was slowly pouring into the young man's body.
"Oh, I don't know what illness the family member has. His head hurts so much. It's raining so hard that we can't send him to the hospital. I'm worried and don't know what to do." Cao Qingguo looked back at Cao An and said with a sad face.
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"Let me go and have a look. I happen to know some medical skills and see if I can help him figure out what's wrong with him." After finishing speaking, the old man walked past Cao Qingguo before he could speak.
Cao Qingguo hesitated for a moment but didn't take it seriously. This old man was still living in the school without moving out at such an old age. He must be an employee of the school. He must have stayed at the school after retirement and lived out his old age.
Cao Qingguo's family of three stared blankly at the old man who walked in. The old man kept his hands behind his back and lowered his head in silence, because he saw a lot of things.
The old man saw the mark on Xiang Que's eyebrows, saw the destiny of heaven contained in Xiang Que's body, also saw the things sealed in his body, and even saw the tattoo of the Ten Palaces of Hell Prison Prison on his body, but
But he couldn't understand the numerology of this young man.
Immediately, the old man knelt down and stretched out a hand to touch the wound on Cao An's head.
"Um?"
There was a soft "pop" sound, and the old man's hand was bounced back.
The old man was also a little confused, as if he had not expected such a situation. What none of the three members of the Cao family saw was that a halo of light wrapped around the hollow of Xiang Que's head in the old man's palm.
At this time, the thunder outside the house gradually subsided and the heavy rain stopped. The thunderstorm came and went away quickly. The same was true of Cao An's abnormal reaction on the ground. As the thunder gradually left, he also completely stopped and breathed heavily.
He opened his eyes blankly.
Cao Haoran and Cao Qingguo helped him up with concern, and the old man next to him whispered: "He is fine, but he will probably get sick every time there is thunder in the future."
"Ah?" Cao Haoran asked a little confused: "It's like this every time, doesn't it torture people to death?"
"It's not always... maybe one day he will suddenly get better." The old man said vaguely, walked up to Cao An with his hands behind his back and asked calmly: "Is that old guy laying the floor tiles yours?"
"Who?"
Cao An twitched the corner of his mouth, blinked with extremely confused eyes, shook his head and said: "No, I don't know, I don't know."
The old man frowned slightly, and Cao Haoran explained at the side: "My brother An may have some problems with his head, he is quite confused, um... he may be sober sometimes, but it's quite rare, hey, to put it bluntly, that's it
A bit silly”
When the old man heard this, he was immediately confused. He pointed at Cao Haoran quite speechlessly and said, "He is a bit stupid?"
"Ah, I'm just giggling day by day. I can't do anything except eat or laugh. I'm still worried. What do you think of him in the future? He won't starve to death if we are gone."
The old man coughed dryly and said with a faint smile: "You don't have to worry about this, he is still alive."
Immediately, the old man took out another piece of paper, wrote a phone number, handed it to Cao Qingguo and said, "If he has any problems in the future, you can call this number. Well, if you encounter anything at school, you can also call me on this number."
The old man put down his number and turned around to leave. Before leaving the house, he looked back at Cao An and sighed helplessly.
"This old guy... doesn't even say hello"
In the room, the three members of the Cao family greeted Cao An with concern. They were really kind to Cao An, but they were also really afraid that something would happen to him. A family that was not rich to begin with really couldn't afford a patient.
Cao An raised his head with cute eyes. Although he couldn't describe his feelings, he felt that there seemed to be something extra in his body.
"Brother An, you are not only stupid, but you also seem to have a bit of a tiger. What do you think you are doing by banging your head on the ground? You have a convulsion." Cao Haoran pointed at him angrily and said, "You are worrying me to death."
"Okay, if it really doesn't work, if he gets sick again, I'll take him to the hospital for a checkup. Since you're supporting others, you should take some responsibility and live well one day at a time." Cao Qingguo then said with a little doubt: "How do I feel?
I seem to have seen that old man somewhere before, he looks familiar."
Cao Haoran's mother was also surprised and said: "Are you too? I thought I was the only one who felt a little familiar. We must have met this old gentleman before."
"We all live in the same courtyard, so we might bump into each other while walking. It's normal."