Chapter 342 you and his X!

Tyres shines.

Serran.

slave.

Lived down.

Escaped.

"That's it."

Hicker smiled and shrugged: "That is my encounter with Thran, not long, but impressed."

"Hope it will help you."

Taylors glimpsed a little, but heard the story without the loss of the following: "What about these?"

The answer to him is the slick smile of the old crow.

"anything else?"

Tyres’s doubts were difficult, and he hurriedly asked: “Where did she come from, where is it? Where did she go next?”

"How did you relate to my father and the Star Kingdom?"

Hicker coughed softly and interrupted Taylor's questioning.

"I am very willing to describe your impression of your mother, Tyres."

"If I have good skills, I can even write a sketch for you."

"But I am afraid, this is everything I know. I don't know her identity before the slave, nor the origin of her." Hicks looked at him without regret, and gestured gently to the surroundings: "And now, it's not a good time for us to sit down and talk about things."

In the face of Hicks's apologetic and helpless smile, Taylors was in a hurry.

Hicks sighed and rubbed his crutches, and after a single mirror, there was an unreadable emotion.

"As for Grivo, I can only say that I am really sorry," he only listened to his hoarse voice: "Take care of yourself."

Tyres seemed to wake up from his dreams, just surprised by the intelligence, and was instantly smashed by the threat.

The prince paused for a while.

"Do not."

"It’s me to say sorry," said Tyres, reluctantly. "You took great risks to save me, if the Seal Palace knows..."

"Don't worry about me, child," Hicks shook his head. "My channel is normal, but it won't cause suspicion. Putilai is worried about his missing prince. As a teacher, I am looking for the old. Friends are inquiring about the news... At least, the Yingling Palace, which is self-contained, will not doubt it in the short term."

Taylors is silent.

"But I am still very sorry, I have not been able to send you out," Hicksey said with an uneasy ambiguity. "I suggest you stay in the neighborhood for a night, let's think again..."

Taylors squeezed an ugly smile.

"Thank you anyway, sir."

He looked at the broken scenes around him and swept through the terrible battle in the shield.

Try not to think about the bleak front.

Tyres grinned and hesitated: "I... I will find a way to go out."

When Grivo refused to help him, Taylors was indeed disappointed and frightened.

After all, in the face of the blockade of Longyan City, the comet of the city to recover...

but……

Hicksor has done enough for him.

He is not qualified to ask for more.

Hicks silently watched the prince's smile and did not speak.

"Of course," Hicks raised a bitter smile, but somehow, Thales always felt that his eyes were still hidden from the meaning of "I can, of course, I will..."

The old man did not say anything. He owed an apology and turned around with a cane.

Kevin, who is waiting impatiently in the distance.

Taylor looked at his back from afar and suddenly remembered something.

"last question."

Tyres’ words stopped Hicksor’s footsteps.

"Our first lesson, remember?"

Thales licked his hand as if it would drive away the cold of the night: "the boundaries of domination."

Hicks suddenly paused, and he turned completely, facing Tyres.

"of course."

Taylors glanced at the desolate scene around him, facing Hicksser, who was old and old: "At the end of the day, you told us that all the speculations and conclusions we had in class that day were wrong."

The prince took a deep breath. He took a few steps forward and looked at Hick's eyes seriously: "I originally thought that you have to tell us that history can be interpreted in many ways... but..."

"The second lesson, although we have done a lot of homework, I can feel it: you are not satisfied with our answer."

Hicks silently looked at him and said nothing.

Tyres raised his eyebrows at him: "Why?"

"What is the answer in your mind?"

In the distant carriage, the Hummer pulling the car made a boring humming sound.

Under the night, the old man and the young man standing in the ruined corner, silently opposite each other.

The old crow smiled.

"You know, I originally planned to say this after a long time, or when I closed the class, even if I don't care, let yourself know..."

The old man's words are slightly stagnation: "But given your current..."

Taylor still stared at him with enthusiasm.

"Well," Hicksor looked like a grandfather who couldn't stand the child's annoyance. He smiled helplessly: "Why, why did our discussion that day be wrong..."

"Because the times are different."

Taylors raised his brow.

Hickser put his hands on the crutches again, tried to stand on the straight waist and coughed softly.

I saw the old man suddenly serious: "First to clarify, Tyres, what we were doing at the time was to analyze the discussion of the past ten years from us, to infer the development and direction of people and things at the time, trying to be as Come to a conclusion that is really useful and useful for us today..."

Tyres nodded slightly.

Hicksley’s words turned, and his eyes shot a rare edge: "But the problem is that time is different."

"time?"

Tyres’s mind was in doubt: “You mean...”

Hicks raised a hand and pressed his question:

"The world, Mr. Little - our world is complex and changeable."

It seems to save time, and Hicks did not give him another chance to interrupt:

"Time is moving forward, the times are changing." People may see that for thousands of years, the human iron hoof has been cast into a world without a prosperous age. The powerful empire ended the separation of the kings. The church of the gods purified the hearts of the people, and the raging The waves smashed the emperor's room, and the division of the church recreated the gods. The battle for the end of our recent battle was finalized."

Hickssey’s eyes turned: “But many people will also ignore it: thousands of years ago, merchants on the earth were just getting used to bartering, and farmers could only rely on iron and fire to collect crops, and people even I still don't know how to domesticate the crows. Communication between city-states can only rely on messengers. The courts of many kingdoms seem to be even like barbarians today."

"Hundreds of years ago, Eternal Oil and Lek Crystal were still deep in the sea and underground. The magic gun has not yet appeared in this world. It is beyond doubt that the gods of the gods spread the continent. Our long-distance ships can only pray for good weather and expect a letter. The wind brought them to the distance..."

Taylors bowed his head and silently thought about the history of the world.

Hickser gently pointed his crutches and was slightly fascinated.

"But it's more than that. Every year, every month, every day, every minute, every second, every part of the whole world is changing, not just the politics of the lords, not just the merchants. Coins are not just the food produced by the farmer – some changes are so incomprehensible and difficult to recognize, and some changes connect with other things and bring about the final result.”

Hicker’s words were serious, his eyes were serious, and even with the tales, he did not know how to straighten up in the cold wind:

"But it is these insignificant changes, along with the pace of historical progress, but it is vital that we try to sum up the rules, learn from the experience, discover the truth, and infer the cause and effect of the people."

“While many people talk about history, learn from history, and compare history, it’s easy to ignore these changes unconsciously—even if it’s only eighteen years—only after experiencing failures, they have the energy to look back and look for these changes. The existence: Comor the Great established the ancient empire, Kaiser VI re-established the final empire, and the king of Tomond established the kingdom of stars. They were often compared, but the three faced the same world. The same group of people, the same situation."

Speaking of this, Hicker coughed a few times: "We can't just focus on the things we care about, Tyres. Every piece of history, every case, the factors that determine it are too much, how easy it is. We are neglected, and these factors have become too fast, so fast that we are difficult to grasp."

"So, on that day, when we confidently and complacently gave the conclusion of the 'limits of domination'..."

Hickssey sighed deeply and felt full of emotion. He did not seem to expect the other party to understand: "We are just standing in the moment of time, the moment of sudden changes in the situation, looking at the time is still, and it is quite different from the present."

"Pride, we always think that there is nothing new under the sun, but in fact, everything under the sun is new."

Tyres’ eyes are surging.

"What we learned from history--" the prince unconsciously said: "We have never learned anything from history."

Hickser, who was squatting, was bright.

"Well……"

“A thought-provoking paradox, an interesting set of logic,” the old crow chewed the meaning of this sentence: “'Nothing learned”... Hey, I can feel that it’s not just the layer on the surface. The error 'is just what it is.'

When Tyres came back, he also breathed a sigh of relief: "It certainly is not."

"Is this sentence your own thought?" Hicks's eyes were recognized and admired.

"of course……"

In the eyes of the old crows, Thales vented his breath: "Of course not."

He yelled: "It is another person who said - a very great person who is not in the world, surnamed Hegel, if I remember correctly."

Hicks smiled.

"Very good, I don't think so - I really need sincerity and introspection in my class, and the most unnecessary is the arrogance and vanity."

"and so……"

Tyres tempted and asked: "About the first lesson, what you want to tell us is..."

Hicks gently tapped his cane and returned to his immediate state.

"Secondly, as a person far from that era, any judgment we make on the history of the past can only be pale and superficial compared to the true past."

The old crow frowned and seemed to have a headache:

"Since we can't restore it at that time, we lose too much to rely on for judgment. We look at the intentions and interests of the politicians to judge his actions. Can King Knuen really think so? We v. What are the positions and actions of the princes, but what do the counts have done, and what are the first things that we have done? We blame Exter’s disadvantages on the hardship of the conquest of the land, but what exactly does the people of the stars really act? There will be historical facts that we have missed but are crucial?"

Hick's voice has an infinite emotion:

“Trying to use the excuse of ‘catch the essence’, ignoring the process and narrative of historical details, to simplify the interpretation and judgment of history, which is quite dangerous in any sense.”

"Every omission or misjudgment of one of the details, the deviation between our judgment and the real history will be huge, and if we use this as a basis, based on the conclusion of the conclusion between the law and the actual situation The error is even more catastrophic."

"The world is one and the same, and there is no end to it. Every part is indispensable. We can only look at the leopard. What does this mean?"

The old crow smiled and shook his head: "The ancient saying of the night: the difference is a thousand miles, and it is a thousand miles."

"Also, as the ancient elves taught the young shooter's warning: no loss, then Amiss, amile."

Taylors stunned.

What he remembered.

“More than that,” said Tyres, who is also self-speaking: “There are endogeneity and collinearity issues, as well as interactions, sample infections, multiple levels of bias, causal inferences, and when you expand individual behavior to the collective level. when……"

Hickser was shocked by a series of strange words, and he frowned:

"what?"

Tyres just woke up and quickly shook his head: "Nothing, talking to himself."

Hicks looked at him strangely and continued:

"So, on that day, after experiencing the rigorous and rigorous things, but in reality, the deviations and the speculations and conjectures, we easily asserted the things of 18 years ago, and the sloppy rate was attributed to the boundaries of the rule. 'Time--even if it sounds so reasonable, even if we can convince ourselves, it is absolutely different from the truth we want, and it must not fit our future history to serve today. : Eighteen years is enough to change a lot of things, and we are not omnipotent."

Hickser stretched out his crutches and made an unpleasant noise on the uneven ground. He said: "So whenever we try to learn from history, we will find that this mirror is not flat, and the image it reflects. It is always distorted and difficult to use."

Hicksel took a deep breath.

"Remember, Tyres, in the Dragon Kiss College, even the most prestigious scholars, facing history, facing the world, facing the crowd, must be careful, humble, and cautiously deal with cognition and truth. The gap between the two."

Tyres frowned and looked at the old man in front of him, saying nothing.

Hicks sneered like a sneer: "And for the day, for example, in our daily lives, most of them are self-righteous to list the arguments, and then stated in absolute certainty, such as 'empire because of this And the death of 'what is what caused a kingdom's prosperity', once there is no such thing, there is no such thing as a thing, and more or less with the beginner's barbarism and childlike innocence ""

Hickser ordered his forehead and pointed to a serious Taylor.

"Your brain is turning very fast, Tyres, I believe that your eloquence also brings you a lot of convenience, but sometimes you need to stop, think more, say less - wise men are less eloquent."

Tyres still did not speak, and he stood silently, listening to Hick's words.

“Humble,” Hicksey said with a strong heart:

"Thales, humble, this is what you really should learn from the first lesson."

Hick's plain words suddenly sharpened: "Not from my pile of seemingly open and rational, but deliberately guided shit, through my careful placement of intentional indoctrination, thus tempting you to draw conclusions, but You are still convinced of it, believe that it is your own thinking - humility is often lost."

Tyres slowly daggers and looks very worried.

Hicks thought of the past and couldn't help but sigh: "Learning, this is the time when a person is most likely to lose their humility and become self-righteous: when your empty brain is suddenly enriched by something, self-sublimation Excited, you tend to care less: whether your brain is filled with a large dung or... Many times both look similar."

Fill your brain...

Thinking of this, Tyres thought and moved his eyes.

"Speaking of this, I think of one thing..."

The prince used the tone of Shang Yang to swear: "In the first class, sir, you used to refute our book, "The History of the Northern Wars," remember?"

Hicker brows a pick.

He coughed softly.

"I went to find this book, so, the amount..." Taylors seemed awkward. He watched the old crow look like a smile, but slowly spoke:

"On the title page of the book, the author's name is written, that is..."

Tyres waved his hand: "Meri H. Hicksor, from the Dragon Kiss Academy."

Hick's pupil was slightly tightened.

Thales look helplessly watching the author: "That was **** ...... do?"

A few seconds later, the old crow burst into a happy laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

The old man’s laughter is not good, and it’s really a fight with the crow.

But I can see that he is very happy.

Hicks smiled a little out of breath, he held on the crutches, shaking his shoulders and laughing at Taylors: "You really are, you really go... hahaha... ”

Taylor shrugged helplessly and smirked.

Trace the source of the citation and look at the published information... Is this not the basic quality of graduate students?

"and so……"

Tyres slammed his mouth and wanted to end the topic: "My thoughts have never been mine, but everyone else?"

Hicks's laughter stopped.

"Another interesting word," Hicks slowed down, showing a thoughtful expression: "Is this what you think?"

Taylor shrugged: "I want to say no, but - this sentence? Yes."

"well."

Hicks put away a smile and looked at him steady and serious.

"The only weapon that keeps your brain from immersing in the dung," is Tyres..."

Taylors nodded respectfully and took the teacher's words:

"humble."

Hickser smiled again.

But Tyres followed the tone: "You can say a little less: reflection - against your own body."

"Remember the rules of the class that you told us: Before you question something, it's best to ask yourself."

Thanks Bourdieu.

Taylors smiled in the bottom of his heart.

Hicksser’s face moved slightly, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him again.

"More than just ‘Before’, Tyres.”

He faintly said.

"But that's an advanced course, it's an advanced option."

"Not everyone has the qualification to go that step," Hickser blinked. "And we step by step: start with humility."

"And then figure the other."

Tyres smiled.

step by step.

He looked at the inexplicable old man in front of him, thinking that his own path was uncertain, and suddenly gave birth to some sighs.

Taylor suddenly raised his index finger.

"Mr."

"I was thinking... although you told me that the meaning of the first lesson is 'humble,' and 'the wise man is less eloquent,'" Taylors narrowed his eyes. "But I thought about it... ”

The prince licked his tongue and looked up at the old man in front of him with a look of the suspect: "Is there such a possibility: when you turn your head back to the Yingling Palace, you will be slick... said to Selma... ..."

Hickser showed a confused look.

Tyres cleared his throat, slowed down his tone, and screamed in his voice to imitate Hickey's tone: "My dear Miss Selma, you have to know: the wise man has no fear of eloquence."

“‘Ms. What you need is to confidently put your opinion in the minds of others, even if it’s a big dung...’”

When Tyres had not finished, Hicks laughed happily.

He was exaggerated, and the crutches kept pounding the ground: "Ha ha ha ha ha..."

Taylors also laughed.

Under the moonlight, the old man and the teenager who are thousands of miles away from each other face each other and laugh.

In the distance, Kevin, waiting for his head, reluctantly yawned.

Finally, the laughter of both of them gradually weakened.

Tyres closed his mouth.

Hicks also smirked and smiled at him calmly.

it's time.

Taylors opened his mind subconsciously.

But Hicks is a step faster than him.

"You know, your mother did tell me where she is going." The old crow spoke openly, but let Taylor take it with him.

Hicks straight up in the darkness and sighed long into the vast starry sky:

"On the eve of the farewell, she stood alone against us, facing the **** sunset on the desert, and said with a chuckle..."

There was a strange tension in the heart of Tyres.

He knew that the next one was the original words of that person.

Just listening to Hicksor faintly said: "If it's hard to escape, then of course I have to go to see the wider world... maybe I can shake it, this boring world."

Taylors stunned.

Inciting...

This one……

Boring...

"I believe she did it," Hicks whispered, but his words passed through the quiet night sky and passed silently into Teres' ears:

"Or will eventually do it."

There was a breeze, and a long whimper was heard through the wall hole at the back.

Hicksson was just wearing his own scarf, his expression was solemn, and he nodded slightly at Tyres.

"Keeping weight, Mr. Little."

Tyres put away his thoughts and solemnly nodded.

"You too."

"Mr."

Ever since, Tyres stood alone in the quiet night, listening to Hick's crutches slowly moving away, and the old man's figure disappeared.

He listened to Hicksser on the inferior truck that was broken and matched with the shield. He whispered to Kevin why the boy did not come.

He looked far away at the wagon of Kevin and the screams of Hummer’s dissatisfaction, ticking away, and never returned.

The prince greedily took a sip of air in the cold wind of the night, but he frozen his lungs.

Tyres turned helplessly, and the problems he faced were full of enthusiasm and he regained his eyes.

Now, he is alone again.

Just like the past.

Tyres kicked away a half-size gravel that he almost stumbled over. He looked at the corpses left by Grivo and looked at the "grand scene" in front of the shield. He only had a headache.

The entire Longyan City is looking for him.

Even more than Longyan City, including Lombard, including counts of Counts of Brisbane, Count of Nazer, and vassals of various princes...

How to do?

Tyres scratched his head in pain.

Going back to the secret road? Go to Puttier?

Hiding into the shield area, seeing the opportunity to act?

But he lacks clothes and eats less...

"Hey! Fart boy!"

Taylors looked up.

In the moonlight, after the side of his left front broke through the wall, he showed half an expression of anxious head.

A rude trick is pressing the tone, trying to whisper: "What is it? Come over..."

Taylors stunned.

He looked at the man in the corner with amazement: "You are... that... Grivo?"

Snapped!

The people behind the corner smashed the wall uncomfortably.

The familiar wheelchair slowly came behind the wall.

Tyres blinked and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"You **** a little!"

I saw Grivo, who had just taken the gas, and looked at him with enthusiasm.

The veteran who lost his legs was full of sorrow and intolerance. He looked around from time to time with vigilance: "And, your **** courtesy! Just call me? ‘that Grivo’?”

Taylors ignored the anger of Grivo.

He just stared at each other, scratching his head and trying to figure out what was going on:

"But why are you..."

Grivo in the wheelchair interrupted him, and the only remaining eyes were filled with the words "I see you very bad."

"To shut up!"

"follow me."

With... He is going?

Taylors is a glimpse, he did not want to understand the logic of the other side.

"But you are not saying let me go, don't take me to reward..."

"Hey!" Grivo made a threatening expression like a beast: "I said, shut up!"

"With such a big trick, you haven't woken up the Queen of the Sky!"

The veteran drove the wheelchair to the front of Tyres and looked at the horrified prince. He snorted uncomfortably: "Are you going to leave the city? Come with me!"

Taylor's eyes turned round three full turns.

"Out of town?"

He smiled stiffly and waved tentatively, pointing to the direction in which Hexel left: "But you haven't just rejected the old crow..."

Impatient Grivo's face changed, the left palm supported the wheelchair, and the student pulled up a few inches and raised his right fist against him!

The lingering Tyres unconsciously retired from his position and raised his hands on his chest: "Wait!"

Grivo’s fist stopped in the air.

"Fuck! Are you looking for you?"

I only listened to the veterans and angered without any scruples: "Would you like to live out of the city!"

Tyres was stunned by his big voice, his eyes stunned, and he subconsciously nodded:

"Yes, what..."?

In the awkward atmosphere, the two men are opposite each other, one side is angry and one side is confused.

A few seconds later, Grivo put down his fist and sighed out and turned the wheelchair in the direction.

"Hey, come up!"

"Fart boy!" He snorted disdainfully.

The terrible Taylors put down his hands.

He shrugged as if he wanted to understand something and followed it thoughtfully.

Then, in the sound of the wheels running over the gravel, the shadow of a wheelchair and a teenager slowly stretched on the rough ground of the shield and ran forward in the quiet night sky.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Tyres’s right fist slammed three times on the left hand palm.

"I understand." Tyres, walking on the road, carefully observed the ugly expression, like a grievance and like an angry Grivo.

The teenager seems to have a new discovery, and the voice is a little pleasant surprise: "You will still help me after all, but I am not willing to serve soft in front of the old crow..."

Grivo's face was a stiff face.

"To shut up."

But Tyres, who was immersed in the new discovery, did not care about the other person's words. His eyes were bright: "And Hicks, the old crow deliberately left me, he knows this, Hicks knows you must Will help me, so he..."

Grivo's face is even more ugly.

He clenched his teeth, licked his mouth and twisted his face, speeding up the speed of pushing the wheel forward:

"To shut up--"

Taylors caught up with two steps, surpassing the speeding wheelchair of the other side and turning to face the veteran.

"Wait," said Tyre's eyes brighter and brighter: "You know this too, right?"

"You know he knows you will help me..."

Like being said to be in the heart, Gryvo took a sigh of relief.

He pushed the wheelchair and slammed the wheel with dissatisfaction:

"To shut up!"

Tyres had no intention of shutting up. He saw him walking backwards, holding his chest in one hand and stroking his chin in one hand. He looked like a surprise: "So you know each other, just... you are out of For some reason, I don’t want to pick it up..."

"Hickse, he knows that you know he knows you will help me..."

Grivo, who couldn’t bear it, sighed with pain in pain:

"enough--"

The veteran stopped the wheel and interrupted Taylors fiercely: "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

Tyres stopped his words and looked at Grivo doubtfully.

"Yes, I know, he knows too," Gryvo angered and waved his hands toward the sky:

"So what?"

He took a sigh of relief and looked at Taylors uncomfortably: "I also know that he knew I knew he knew I would help you -"

Tyres solemnly nodded and encouraged him to continue.

"Fuck, I am almost mad by you," Grivo said, his face changed slightly: "You can't shut up if you are fucking?"

Thales blinked and showed helplessness.

"Of course," the prince snorted twice, scratching his head: "Just you say so..."

"You know, you also got to my mother."

Glywarden is ashamed:

"Hey - what?"

Tyres pointed to the distance and smiled slyly, reminding him kindly: "Your sentence seems to have caught her? My mother, Serran...the amount, anyway, you know."

The doubtful Grivoro paused for a few seconds before it reacted.

The veteran raised his fingers in anger and put on a wicked face: "You fucking..."

"This is the sentence." Taylor whispered coughing.

At that moment, Gryvo’s nephew seemed to be stuck, and suddenly it was a meal.

He subconsciously hesitated, with subtle expressions and several changes.

But after a second, the veteran resumed the usual bad voice and re-pointed to Taylors:

"You fucking..."

However, before the friendly eyes of Tyres, Grivo did not know what was being held, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly.

"You he……"

The veterans' mouths are one-in-one, but there is no sound.

His fingers tangled back and forth in the air, as if he could not find the target.

The breeze passed.

Tyres shook his body with a chill, and his smile remained.

"you……"

Finally, after hesitating for a few seconds, Drew Grivo, who is full of grief and indignation, is a punch!

boom!

He screamed in a poor wheelchair.

"You, my dad, shut me up!"

Regarding Hicks and his "Northern War History", there is indeed something in reality.

I have an L teacher who told me about her personal experience: When L graduated from Ph.D., he once sent a paper to a top journal. An anonymous reviewer returned a draft. The general idea is: in your literature, there is no To quote a certain work, that is the authoritative work! This is a major deficiency in your research, and it will be added quickly.

Teacher L, who just graduated from the Ph.D., accepted the opinion of the anonymous professor sincerely and fearfully, and then went down to Huangquan to find "some work." However, it is also a "authoritative work", but she has been unable to find results after years.

Finally, the persevering L teacher called the famous publishing house in the field one by one, so I found the message of "something" in Cambridge. The publisher replied: Oh, a certain work, in our place, just ah - still in the school draft, will be published next year!

Next year, it will be published next year~

Teacher L in the wind: I don’t know MMP...

Years later, through accidental channels, Teacher L found a black line and found that the professor who anonymously reviewed her thesis was the author of the book “The Works”.

Teacher L in the wind: I have another MMP...

No sword will never be forgotten. When telling this story, L’s teacher, who has always been serious and serious, has an expression of unrequited love.

May her be well-being--a great thought, why was it bound by the body of disease?

(End of this chapter)