There is a meritorious forest in Shangyin Academy, do not look at injustice and do not go against injustice, only Mr. Jishang can enter, Xu Fengnian has studied the geographical map of the academy, and he is familiar with it, I thought he would be blocked along the way, and there would be some twists and turns, but when He entered the forest of steles, the world was lonely and only snow was left. His footprints left a series of small pits in the snow, which were immediately covered by continuous snowflakes. Before, he went to the Lianhu small building where his second sister was studying and living, and sat for a while, but no one came forward to point fingers. Xu Fengnian walked into the forest of steles that recorded the merits and virtues of ancestors and sages. The steles are of different sizes, and the inscriptions on the steles are mostly epitaphs, but the graves are often not behind the steles. Gonghou Mountain. Xu Fengnian squatted down in front of an exceptionally small stone tablet, and wiped off the snow with his sleeve. I don’t know how long it took, but when I opened my eyes and looked around, a petite figure in a coir raincoat staggered towards him, holding a bamboo basket covered with cotton cloth in his arm. When he was about to squat down, he seemed to see a pair of black eyes hanging in the air, and sat down on the ground in fright. Xu Fengnian stood up and shook off the snow all over his body. He originally thought that the little girl would walk straight over like this, but he never thought that she happened to stop in front of this stele, which gave her a false alarm. Only then did I know that there is no coincidence that no book can be written. The little girl's surname is Ouyang, and her ancestral home is Takioka. The inscription behind her is a sacrificial oration written by her father. Xu Weixiong tears every time she reads it. Letters from home are like short nagging and trivial words from parents. At first, I didn't feel any emotion. I just felt plain and plain. Now after reaching the crown, encountering an accident, helping the little girl wipe off the snow, and reading the sacrificial text again, she pursed the corners of her mouth, not daring to let the little girl see her face. She was still innocent, her grandparents passed away, she was not yet born, so naturally she didn't feel much pain personally, growing up in a school palace, she was carefree, after she put down the basket, she just thought about herself, Xu Fengnian Only then did I realize that today is her grandfather's memorial day, and that this place is indeed a tomb, but her parents told her to come to visit the grave today, but an unexpected snowfall caused the little girl to suffer a lot. On the way, I scolded God countless times. The little girl managed to catch a guy who could talk, and said softly to the tombstone: "Mr. Xu, whom I admire the most, once said that my father's sacrificial rites all come from the heart, and not a single word is dedicated to the grave. The best sacrificial oration, I don’t know much about it, I just think that Dad’s writing is simple and calm, just like him teaching and teaching, he always can’t explain the truth, and he hasn’t taught a few in the academy for so many years. The proud student who made the move, if Master Xu hadn't said a good word for him, the family would have been unable to open the pot in the past few years. The box my mother put in her dowry is getting more and more empty. When I was young, I could secretly put hairpins and jade hairpins on my head while my parents were away, but not now. "
Xu Fengnian smiled softly: "You are still a child at this moment."
The yangjiao girl surnamed Ouyang rolled her eyes, "Sometimes you have a poisonous mouth, like eating a green snake, centipede and scorpion, you can make the eldest son Qi in our academy so angry, but you are also stupid, how can you do that?" Talking to women, I see, you must not be pleased with Sister Yu, are you?"
Xu Fengnian, who was squatting, put his hands into his sleeves across his chest, and said with a smile, "I ate the green snake and centipede, but you ate the crow?"
The little girl was smart, and she raised her fist, pretending to be vicious, "You have a crow's mouth!"
Xu Fengnian smiled and narrowed his eyes. At this moment, his eyes were narrow and spiritual, and his whole handsome face was filled with warmth. It was hard to imagine that this was the number one dandy in Beiliang who was full of femininity and hostility back then. Gongmen practice is the best way to experience a person's eyesight and morality. When others sharpen their heads and want to jump into the official dyeing vat, Xu Fengnian has already seen all the weird and bizarre dramas in the vat. Although the Yangjiao girl next to her is acting like a heroine, like a child king, her clothes are thin, and the overly loose coir raincoat on her body is even more dilapidated. In six years, the children know the power of those soft knives in the world, and I am afraid that they will be bullied by their childhood playmates in turn. Although the Shangyin Academy has been a sacred place for learning since ancient times, since a hundred schools of thought contend, there are bound to be disputes. For example, during the Spring and Autumn Period, military strategists were particularly prosperous. Xiongcai snatched it away, but the wave of blind looting at that time was actually missed by several countries. Now that the world is settled, the scene of scholars saving the country is no longer what it used to be. Most of Mr. Jishang and Jixia’s students are dormant, and they are inevitably entangled in firewood, rice, oil, salt and flies. Liu Wenbao recommended a dozen people. They are weak and weak. Most of them are so depressed. , It's just a waste of time.
Yangjiao Yaer picked up the basket and asked, "Are you coming with me?"
Xu Fengnian shook his head, "I'm about to leave the academy."
She wrinkled her delicate brows that already had a pair of willow leaves, and looked down at the bamboo basket. The poor child has long been in charge of the family, and the ancestor worship food in the basket cannot be wasted, but she has a small appetite. Although winter is not easy to spoil, after all, the food is warm The heat spoiled the taste, of course the main reason was that she felt that it was really boring to go back alone for a mile or two, and it was better to have a talking partner on the return journey than to be desolate alone. Xu Fengnian smiled, "If you don't mind my free meal, I'll go with you."
General Yangjiao snapped her fingers gracefully, and still said the witty catchphrase: "Yes."
On the way home in the wind and snow, the sheep horn girl stepped on a pair of pretty brocade boots with good texture and weavers, but they hadn't been changed for many years, and the satin silk was worn out and couldn't stand the wind and rain. It was almost soaked, the little girl was annoyed that she was in a hurry to cook, and she forgot to change her shoes when she went out. She felt distressed and blamed herself, but when she thought of the upcoming Chinese New Year, her mother promised to buy her a new pair of shoes in the first month, so she was looking forward to it. Xu Fengnian took the bamboo basket and asked her to walk behind him. Suddenly, he picked up a big living person in the forest of steles. The old story of sesame and rotten millet said that her grandfather was a great writer in the old Northern Han Dynasty who had a good reputation and wrote splendid articles. He was dismissed from office after speaking a few words of justice to a general surnamed Xu in the temple on the eve of the country's destruction. , and almost beheaded her head, when she went to the Academy, she taught Wang Ba Yili, but she was also excluded. The little girl was not afraid to expose her faults, so Xu Fengnian followed her to the small courtyard where she lived with several Mr. Jishang. Most of the window papers of the rest of the palace offering wine were also festive, but there was only a window in front of her house. There is no greenery in the grape arbor after winter, only the vines are left, which is even more bleak. The little girl lives in poverty and happiness. She probably followed her parents' temperament. When she walked past the grape arbor, she raised her head and smiled and said: "You came at the wrong time, summer comes Alright, pick off two or three skewers and put them in the Buddha's Palm Lake for an hour. They are so delicious that they can't be compared with the fairy peaches in the sky. It attracts mosquitoes at night. When the family is in the shade, my father always asks me to fan him to drive away mosquitoes. I'm not very happy."
There are two rooms in the inner room, and a small stove room is set up in a narrow corridor outside. She changed a pair of boots, set up the stove, put the soaked boots on the edge of the stove, and then went to uncover the pot to warm up the food, and let Xu Fengnian do what he wanted. He sat at the door with a small bench, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see a corner of the little girl's "boudoir", with a small table and cabinet, simple and clean.
It was getting dusk, but the snow reflected it, and it was brighter than usual. The doors of the other houses in the yard were closed to keep out the wind and snow. When Xu Fengnian was looking at it, he opened the door with a creak, and ran out of the house that had been killed by the lake earlier. The child with horns left on the ground, with red lips and white teeth, will probably be a handsome scholar with a refined style when he grows up. The little boy doesn't hold grudges. He wanted to have dinner, so he ran to the opposite door to find his childhood sweetheart, even if he didn't speak. , even at the risk of being beaten by her, just look at it a few times. But when the child saw the stranger who had annoyed Mr. Qi in the pavilion, he became a little timid, stood at the door, lost his way. A middle-aged man holding an ancient scroll in his hand and reading silently came to the door somehow. Following his son's gaze, he saw Xu Fengnian sitting on a small bench. The door of the house, smiled and said: "Xiao Muyu, is there a guest at home?"
While speaking politely, the elegant man smiled and nodded to Xu Fengnian, Xu Fengnian also stood up, and addressed politely: "I have met Mr. Jishang."
This statement is quite satisfactory, and the good thing is that it can never be wrong. The ruling and opposition parties laughed and said that the sweeping and handyman in the school can be honored as Mr. when they go outside. The crocodile girl nicknamed Xiaomuyu poked her head out of the kitchen, smiled and said, "Hello, Uncle Qin."
After exchanging some polite greetings, the Mr. Qin turned around and left, and the sound was a little louder when he closed the door. Yangjiao Ya'er then snorted and said: "This guy is almost regarded as Qi Shence's imperial helper. He will give each other poems every now and then. He has some knowledge but no character. He has earned a lot of pens over the years. , I ran to my house twice in three days to say that I was going to move out. I said that the distance is not as good as the neighbors. I am so reluctant, but every time I talk about it, I always say that the private house is not far from Wang Dajiu. Hehe , to show off his family wealth to my parents."
Xu Fengnian took the rice bowl, chewed slowly, raised his head and smiled at the little girl who was standing eating: "Be nice to others."
The little girl rolled her eyes and said, "You are the only one who makes a lot of sense."
Xu Fengnian made a sudden turning point, and said with a smirk: "However, in the matter of reconciling poetry and poetry, besides saying goodbye to friends, what he does most is literati, poets and famous prostitutes. I don't know who you, Uncle Qin, and Mr. Qi are who who."
Yangjiao girl blushed when she heard that, but her eyes were full of joy, and she said with a smile, "You are really hurt."
After eating, the little girl patted Yuangun unladyily and burped her stomach. Xu Fengnian took the bowl and chopsticks and was about to go to the kitchen. The girl with horns looked at the shocked expression of the gods and ghosts, holding the bowl and chopsticks with both hands. Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "A gentleman is far away from the kitchen, do you think I look like me?"
The little girl said with a sad face: "Sister Yu, it's really unkind to meet you."
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Yes."
After slowly washing the bowls and chopsticks, Xu Fengnian used his sleeves as a rag to dry his hands. The little girl sat by the stove with her cheeks in a daze. Xu Fengnian was still sitting on the small bench. The little girl glanced at the dense snow outside the door , sighed helplessly: "If it doesn't snow, I can count the stars at night. I can count to more than a thousand, is it amazing?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and nodded, "Excellent."
The Yangjiao girl curled her lips and said, "No sincerity."
Xu Fengnian looked out the door with her, and they were silent for a long time. After a long time, he said softly: "When I was young, I heard adults say that the starry sky at night is a big lantern full of fireflies."
The little girl laughed and said, "When I see fireflies in summer, I always kill one by one."
Xu Fengnian glanced at the smirking Yangjiaoer, "Whoever marries you in the future will be unlucky."
The little girl rested her cheeks and said sadly, "Who says it's not."
In the dusk, an old man with a clear body slowly walked into the courtyard, wearing a green shirt and hemp shoes, with a suet jade pendant hanging on his waist. There are thousands of people in the academy, and the Yangjiao girl thinks she has an unforgettable memory, but she still doesn't recognize this old man. Xu Fengnian does know him, a big stinky chess player who thinks he is a top national player. He was evenly matched with Xu Xiao at the top of Qingliang Mountain, and he is good at regretting chess. , Xu Fengnian watched the battle with his head as big as a fight. However, this old man is the master of the second sister, and he deserves to be the number one person in the world who is proficient in the struggle between kings and hegemons.
Under the sideways gaze of the yangjiao girl, the old man sat down carelessly, and asked brazenly, "Little girl, do you still have food?"
Although the little girl is aggressive, her tutoring is actually very good and strict. She stood up and said with a smile, "Mr., my family has some."
Xu Fengnian reached out his hand, quietly snatched the jade pendant from the waist of the old man who had almost become the great sacrificial wine of Shangyin Academy, and handed it to the little girl, "The worthless white jade scraps will be used as meal money for me and the old man. "
The old man's face was normal, he nodded with a smile, and did not give the little girl a chance to refuse, "If you don't accept it, I won't eat it."
The little girl shook her head vigorously, and said solemnly: "Can we all stop being so vulgar?"
Xu Fengnian and Wang Jijiu looked at each other and smiled, Xu Fengnian did not return the jade pendant to Jijiu, the latter waited for the little girl to go to the kitchen to prepare meals, and asked calmly, "I have six hundred people, Beiliang dare to eat?"
Xu Fengnian thought for a while, "Only those who died of starvation, I have never heard of those who died of starvation."
The old gentleman shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Not necessarily."
Xu Fengnian laughed and said, "Whether half of these people can go to Beiliang in the end, don't say anything, Beiliang won't survive."
The old gentleman hummed, nodded and said, "That's true."