The two big bowls of dishes in the pile were not finished in the end.
None of them were from wealthy backgrounds, especially Li Datian, who was used to being frugal, so he washed his rice bowls and packed the leftovers back, saying that the three of them could have a meal in the evening. Mao Badou disliked it so much that he thought about the tasteless dinner and didn't say much.
When he returned to the dormitory, Chen Jian was still reading, and Xue Tingxiang remembered that he had not seen him in the dining hall before. Because they are not familiar with each other, it is not easy to ask anything.
The three of them went to the water room to fetch water to wash their hands and wash their faces, and then went back to the house to take a nap.
After sleeping for almost half an hour, Chen Jian was still reading.
Since then, Xue Tingxiang has some understanding of this person, no matter what, the hard work is true. Maybe it's a bad family
For some reason, he thought of himself in the dream.
In the afternoon, all the students were called to the lecture hall.
The lecture hall is very large, divided into two rooms, one on the left and one on the right. There are windows on three sides, and the side without windows is the podium.
There are no tables and chairs in the hall, they all sit on the floor, each with a short case. Because there are large windows on three sides, the light is very good, giving people a sense of cleanness.
There are more than 20 students in Class B, accounting for nearly 70% of all students in Qingyuan Academy. The other dozen or so students don't have to think about it, they are of course Class A, right next door.
Standing on the podium was an old man in his fifties, with a thin body and gray hair, who looked very serious. And the words are concise, only say that each person will take a book, and the people will leave.
The two students who were in charge of distributing the books seemed to be old students and seemed to be familiar with many people.
It was only after Xue Tingxiang asked Mao Badou and Li Datian that he found out that Qingyuan Academy also distributed books, and they distributed them very comprehensively. It's just that I can't take it back. When the library is closed at the end of the year, the books must be returned to the school.
All of them are led by the senior students in the museum, because they have been used last year, and they are still led by each. When it was the turn of the new students, there were only some old and dilapidated ones left, and they couldn't even pick one. Xue Tingxiang was at the end of the line.
Mao Badou and Li Datian both took the lead. When they saw that the books assigned by Xue Tingxiang were so broken, some of the pages even fell off. Mao Badou couldn't help but said bluntly: "Is there anything else, can you change it?"
The student in charge of publishing the book shook his head selflessly: "It's not the first day I came to the academy, I didn't change it, that's all."
Mao Badou glared at the other party: "He Ming, you have an old grudge with me, so you will distribute this set of books to Ting Yan, you can't avenge your personal revenge publicly, I clearly see that there is a new set of books in the box. !"
"Public revenge?" The student named He Ming smoothed his sleeves and repeated with a smile. Although he tried his best to look like he didn't care about him, he still showed a bit of contempt. "As for me to avenge my personal revenge on you? You have been in middle school for three years, and you have not been able to enter the A. I will avenge your personal revenge, hehe!"
Although the students next to them all held back their laughter with the friendship of their classmates, there was still someone who couldn't hold back a puff, and Mao Badou's chubby face immediately flushed red.
"I, He Ming, deal with people, but I have always been able to stand up to selection. The set of books in the box already has a master, and the master is him!"
Following He Ming's words, everyone's eyes turned to Chen Jian, who had been standing behind him silently.
He was dressed in a short grey tan with patches on it. The complexion is pale, and the figure is thin, and at first glance it is really inconspicuous. Not only is he inconspicuous, but he is even a bit stubborn, because his clothes look gray, as if they have not been washed, and he always does not look up at people, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Chen Jian raised his head a little helplessly.
Seeing that his facial features are extremely ordinary, he belongs to the kind that can't be found when thrown in the crowd, but his pair of Danfeng eyes are very bright, the corners of the eyes are raised, and the pupils are dark and bright, it seems that there are many secrets hidden.
"Chen Jian is an old man. Naturally, he must be close to him first. This is the rule in our academy. Have you forgotten?"
Upon hearing this, everyone understood that there were indeed such unwritten rules in the academy.
Because the Qingyuan Academy is gradually declining, every year it only collects students for repairs to supply all the expenses of the whole Academy. The owner of the museum is also sympathetic to the poor students, and he is unwilling to charge exorbitant repairs, so that the school is very poor.
In the heyday of Qingyuan Academy in the past, the books distributed to students were all printed by the open engraving workshop, but now there is no such condition, and most of them are transcripts. Even so, after so many years of use, these books are already very old.
With so many students, there are always uneven points, so a convention has been formed. The new book will first tighten the students who enter A, and then the B class. The old can use the new, and the new can use the old.
Chen Jian has always been the object of exclusion in the academy. Let's not mention the specific reasons. He has never been within the scope of this old student, and has always used the most worn and oldest books. I don't know how he got into He Ming's eyes this time, but he was brought up and waited.
But thinking about what Mao Badou said, there seems to be a trace. Maybe it's a public revenge? However, this kind of public retribution for private revenge can make people find no reason.
Mao Badou had always fought for justice, so he wanted to tell He Ming apart, but Xue Tingyan pulled him: "Forget it, it's good to have a book, there's really no need to argue about it."
He packed this set of books in a book bag, and then pulled Mao Badou away. Li Datian followed.
It wasn't until he went out that Mao Badou said: "Ting Yan, what are you pulling me to do? He clearly wants to avenge his personal revenge. Because he has animosity with me, revenge is on you, and he pulls Chen Jian out again, wanting to make We fight in the house."
"You understand, you still need to argue with him. Besides, this is the rule, and it's not reasonable for you to argue with him."
"But Chen Jian has always used the most worn and old books!"
"Why never? No one should never!" Xue Tingyan had a faint smile on his face, but there seemed to be a hint of excitement in the ups and downs of his words.
Xue Tingxiang remembered his dream. In the dream, when he first entered the Qinghe Academy, he had always been the object of being bullied and bullied.
At that time, Zhao'er spent all the money in his hand in order to send him to school, and naturally there was no extra money to make clothes and book bags for him. Without these things that decorate the facade, Fang Xingguan will be looked at. Because he had no money, at first he only dared to eat steamed buns and rice in the school hall, and he didn't even dare to ask for one, so more people looked down on him.
Not only because he was poor, but also because Xue Jun was enrolled before him and had a group of good classmates. It was known that he had a child bride, and that his unfaithfulness and unfilial piety had stunned his grandfather and grandmother. Everyone spurned him, despised him, and even poverty became his original sin.
Although in the end, because of Zhao'er's business getting better and better, he gradually no longer lacked money, and because of his hard work and hard work, his studies gradually came to the top. It hasn't changed until he left Qinghe Academy.
Xue Tingxiang entered involuntarily, and since he saw Chen Jian, he couldn't help but look sideways. Only then did he realize why he paid attention to each other, because Chen Jian at this time was very much like the one he once dreamed of.
The same gloom, silence, even low self-esteem.
"You don't know..." Mao Badou was about to say something when he suddenly saw Chen Jian coming from behind with a stack of books out of the corner of his eye, and he stopped his voice immediately.
Chen Jian still lowered his head halfway, but couldn't help but glance at Xue Tingxiang as he passed by.
Xue Tingxiang's eyes met the other side's face, but the other side quickly turned his head away. As the broken hair on his temples fell, a red scar hidden under the other side's jawbone entered his eyes.
The location of the scar is very clever, it can't be seen from the front at all, and if it is covered by hair from the side door, it is difficult to see it, and the chance to see it is very coincidental.
Xue Tingxiang was startled for a moment, and then his eyes became shocked.
He remembered someone.
A man who once appeared in his dreams. At that time, he was in a big change, and he entered Beijing from a small border town, which was at the lowest point. But the other party is the famous champion in the world. Not only that, but the other party is also Xu Shoufu's quick son-in-law, so he is proud of his scenery.
That Xu Shoufu and his master were dead enemies, and he knew at that time that the two would meet sooner or later.
Finally got it right.
And this person is still one of the biggest enemies of 'his' in the first half of his life.
But that person was not Chen Jian, but Chen Huanzhi.
Xue Tingxiang recalled that in the dream, someone in the DPRK joked that the two were actually from the same country, but he never heard it. die.
Chen Jian, Chen Huanzhi, it was him!
"... Ting Yan, you don't know what he did!"
Xue Tingxiang was immersed in his thoughts, only hearing the last sentence, he asked subconsciously, "What has he done?"
Mao Badou stomped his feet: "Well, I didn't want to know the merits of people, and it's not good to talk about it without any basis. Last year, there were three of me and one other person living in this house. I didn't come to the academy this year. Datian and I, and that man named Wang Qi, although the family is not wealthy, they are still well-off. But his family is poor, and he often defaults on the beams and rice grains in the academy. That’s all, the three of us lost our meal tickets a few times, and we didn’t pay attention to them at the time. It was once that the meal tickets that Datian had just exchanged were put in the cabinet, but inexplicably there were a few less tickets. Only then did we know that there was a thief in the house. ."
Needless to say, this thief is naturally Chen Jian. Anyway, Mao Badou means this.
"I wanted to talk to him at the time, but Da Tian said that the crime was too big. The owner of the library has always attached great importance to the morality of the students in the library. If this happened, he would definitely be kicked out of the school. He was originally from a poor family. It's not easy to come here to study, and after we observed it secretly, he didn't return to his old ways, so the three of us endured it and just didn't talk to him again."
Xue Tingxiang suddenly said, "How can you be sure that he took it?"
"It's not him, who else could it be?"
There is nothing wrong with Mao Badou's logic. Among the four, Chen Jian's family is the poorest, and he often defaults on Shuxiu and rice grains, and he doesn't fit in with groups and often travels alone, so who else can he be.
"Don't you realize that you didn't see him in the dining hall at noon? He only eats two meals a day, and he doesn't eat at noon." Mao Badou said again.
Xue Tingxiang whispered: "Anyway, I don't think it should be him."
"Why?"
"Feel it."
It really is the feeling, maybe there is the kind of inexplicable sympathy in the dream
Mao Badou couldn't persuade him, and when he saw someone making this happen again, he naturally stopped talking about this topic.
When the three returned to the house, Chen Jian was reading a book at his desk again.
They didn't speak to each other, and they all bowed their heads and sorted out the books they had assigned. These are for use from tomorrow, and naturally there is no room for mistakes.
"I'm used to that set of books. If you don't like it, I'll replace it with you." A very unfamiliar and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and it was Chen Jian who spoke.
He looked at Xue Tingxiang seriously, as if he was not cheating.
Xue Tingxiang was sorting out the set of books. Although the book was tattered and old, many of the pages had fallen off, and he was reluctantly caught in the book, but he was very happy to see it.
Because there are many annotations densely written in this book, the handwriting is old and new, and it is clearly left by the previous owner. Xue Tingxiang took a look while sorting it out, and found that it was quite unique. You must know that Chen Jian is the number one talent, even Xue Tingxiang was only one of the top two and 21st in that year.
"No, I think this book is pretty good."
Xue Tingxiang has no self-consciousness to win people's love at all, and it is also that he feels that Chen Jian can write once, and naturally he can write a second time. And now he is just learning the Four Books, although he took the time of copying the book to read it through the memory of the dream, but there is still a lot of things missing.
Chen Jian hesitated to speak, but he did not speak any more, and continued to read his book with his head down.
Soon it was time for dinner, and the academy had a very regular schedule. It was sunrise and sunset. So before it gets dark, it's time for dinner.
The dinner is made of noodles, soba noodles and sorghum noodles. There are also steamed buns with multi-grain noodles. The students are hungry in the middle of the night.
This time, Chen Jian also went to the dining hall, but after having a meal, he found a corner to sit down to eat, and didn't talk to anyone during that time.
After the meal, he returned to the hut, and before he stood still, a zhaifu called Xue Tingxiang's name at the door.
"Someone gave you something, or the one who delivered the lock in the morning."
Xue Tingxiang took the small basket of eggs, and Mao Badou smiled ambiguously, and said, "Yoyo, your little fiancee is here again, and I'll give you eggs."
"Okay, don't make a fuss."
Xue Tingyan carried the small basket into the house, and Mao Badou followed behind, arguing that he wanted to eat the eggs sent by the little fiancee.
The noodles and steamed buns for dinner were the leftovers at noon, and there was not even a little meat in it. Mao Badou was already greedy, but he couldn't eat the stir-fry. At this time, when he saw eggs, he was laughing, but he was really greedy.
Xue Tingxiang was not stingy, and asked, "Okay, just how to eat."
"Then leave it alone."
Xue Tingxiang picked up ten and gave them to him. Mao Badou went out with his clothes in his pocket, and said that he could eat it with porridge in the morning.
After a while, when he came back, Xue Tingxiang realized that he had taken the water room and asked Zhaifu to help him cook.
Eggs soaked in well water have a cool shell, but feel piping hot in the hand. Although Mao Badou didn't treat himself as an outsider, he was not greedy. He only took one of them, and returned the rest to Xue Tingxiang.
Xue Tingxiang gave one to Li Datian, took one for himself, and was about to put it in the cabinet when he suddenly thought of something, took out another, came to Chen Jian who was reading a book by the oil lamp, and handed it to him.
Eggs with powder in the white look shiny and smooth under the halo-yellow light, with a charming luster.
Chen Jian reached out his hand subconsciously.
When he reacted, the other party had already turned away.
Maybe because Chen Jian said that he would exchange books with Xue Tingxiang, Mao Badou and Li Datian didn't say anything.
The room was very quiet, and Chen Jian didn't say anything, just lowered his head and continued to read the book.
But he still held the egg in his hand.