Wu Jin's limbs were extremely soft due to this dream, and before he could move, Mo Lingfeng tilted his head and looked over. The gold collar shook greatly, and Wu Jin couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
She shouted: "Wake up!"
Before he opened his mouth, Mo Lefeng had already stuffed a piece of rock candy into his mouth. The sweetness bloomed between his lips and tongue, attacking all the way to his internal organs, dispelling the fear caused by the nightmare.
Cheng Ting leaned over from the other side and said with a playful smile: "You have made the sun sleep out."
There was a strong wind and rain outside, and the heavy raindrops shattered the green leaves, fell heavily to the ground, broke into several petals, and then gathered into streams, flowing everywhere and spreading to the foot of the stone steps. The already gloomy Jiusixuan became more and more vapory.
The tip of Wu Jin's nose could only smell the moist scent of grass and earth. He straightened up and was about to raise his hands to rub his eyes when he saw Zhao Shiheng who had arrived at an unknown time. He was standing by the door with his hands behind his hands, looking at the heavy rain outside.
The big yellow dog lay at his feet, slowly wagging its tail.
"Sir!" Wu Jin stood up suddenly and swallowed the rock candy in his mouth. "The student has lost his etiquette and missed the time sir."
"Sit down," Zhao Shiheng said unconcernedly and looked at him with a smile, "Just listen to the rain."
Cheng Ting scratched his head: "Why are you still listening to the rain? Does listening to the rain count as homework?"
"Forget it," Zhao Shiheng walked to Cheng Ting, stretched out his hand, tapped Cheng Ting's head, and then touched Mo Lingfeng's head, "One of you is carefree and the other is heartless, how can you I know that falling into a dream in the cold rain brings with it a sense of melancholy."
After saying that, he patted Wu Jin on the shoulder and returned to the door.
The sound of rain was astonishing, and the wind was hugging the tree crowns. The sound was like a tidal wave, falling on my ears, and a particularly chilly feeling rose from my heart.
Wu Jin shuddered.
Mo Lingfeng turned and looked at Wu Jin: "What did you dream about?"
Wu Jin whispered: "I dreamed about the hair interpretation test, and I was late."
Mo Lingfeng thought about it seriously: "Don't be afraid. When that day comes, I will get up early and call you."
Cheng Ting also thought about it seriously and felt that he was more likely to be late: "At that time, I will have to go two thousand miles away to take the special test. I will have to bring a few people to call me to avoid not being able to come."
Mo Lingfeng asked: "What if you fall asleep in the examination room?"
Cheng Ting was speechless and speechless. After a moment, he said: "Then my father will beat me like a mosquito."
Mo Lingfeng asked again: "Didn't you say that your father loves you? Why would he hit you?"
"It hurts." Cheng Ting touched his face, "It hurts a lot."
Wu Jin couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy when he heard what the two of them said.
The rain came and dissipated quickly, and it stopped within half an hour. It was just a mist of water vapor, and the sky was unclear.
Zhao Shiheng stretched himself extremely long and stretched himself out like rolling noodles: "Light up."
Wu Jin stood up and lit a candle, and the room became brighter.
As soon as the room lit up, Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting began to laugh "chichi", and even Zhao Shiheng had a smile on his lips.
Wu Jin was puzzled. He didn't know where he had made a fool of himself. He hurriedly lowered his head and looked at it, but saw nothing strange. He became more and more confused.
He walked back and sat down. Mo Lingfeng looked back at him and laughed unabashedly, his throat clearly visible.
When she smiled, Cheng Ting couldn't hold it in any longer. He made a "puff" sound, held his belly and ouched, laughed twice more, and ouched three more times: "You, your... face... haha Ha ha!"
Even the big yellow dog joined in the fun, barking and winking at Wu Jin.
Wu Jin reached out to touch his face, and suddenly remembered that his nose had been wet in his dream, and secretly thought it was not good, so he hurriedly asked Cheng Ting to borrow a bronze mirror to take a look.
Cheng Ting took off a tiny bronze mirror from his waist and handed it to Wu Jin with a wild smile.
Wu Jin took the bronze mirror and looked it up by the candlelight. He saw that the tip of the young man's nose in the mirror was a little dark, and there were three black beards on each cheek. He was serious and dignified, which made him look even more ridiculous.
He quickly flipped the bronze mirror upside down, stood up and bowed deeply to Zhao Shiheng: "Sir, students will come as soon as they go."
After that, he raised his legs to cover his face and walked away. He stepped out of the threshold and went straight from the corridor to the official room to clean his face.
After returning home, he looked at the two bright smiling faces in the room, and when he saw Zhao Shiheng smiling as well, he couldn't help but loosen the usually tight string and went back to sit down.
Zhao Shiheng first asked Cheng and Wu: "How are your classes in the state school?"
Cheng Ting is good at summarizing: "It's all bad."
Wu Jin told the truth: "The essays are at the bottom, the policy questions and calligraphy are average, the classics, arithmetic, and law are at the top."
Zhao Shiheng drove away the big yellow dog and said to Wu Jin: "So, you are only good at one of the essays, scriptures, and policy questions that are required to be tested in the Jinshi examination."
Wu Jin's face turned red: "Yes, the student is really stupid."
Zhao Shiheng waved his hand: "It's not that you are stupid, but that your head is too full and your eyes are empty.
You don’t know how the flowers bloom, how the fish swim, how gorgeous the morning and sunset are, you don’t know how beautiful the green mountains are and how ruthless the flowing water is, and you don’t know how the sky is high and the clouds are wide and the wind is blowing and the grass is low, how can you write the best poems. "
After that, he stretched out his hand and pointed at his eyes: "The eyes are connected to the heart. If the eyes are empty, the heart will naturally be empty."
Wu Jin opened his mouth and couldn't say even a single word.
After half a day of class, Wu Jin felt as if he had just woken up from a dream. Zhao Shiheng let his congested head burst open, and the messy knowledge began to become organized, making him suddenly feel that he had truly touched the threshold of the scientific examination.
And Cheng Ting also woke up from a big dream.
When Zhao Shiheng was giving lectures at the beginning, he was talking about the "Three Character Classic". He cheered up and did not dare to listen to a sentence or say a few sentences like he did when he was in Zhouxue. He felt that after staying in Mojia Xuezhai for a long time, he had both age and mental abilities. Suspicion of degeneration.
After listening hard for a long time, Zhao Shiheng started to talk about "University". He stared at his eyes and opened his mouth, and became confused. He reluctantly listened for a moment and let out a huge yawn.
The more he listened, the sleepier he became. He vaguely heard a few words about "fighting for nothing", his eyelids dropped, he held his face with one hand, and secretly dozed off.
When Zhao Shiheng left Jiusixuan, he still hadn't moved. Mo Lingfeng slapped him on the table, and he woke up with a confused look on his face: "Is class over?"
Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "It's time to eat."
Cheng Ting sat up and wiped away his saliva, feeling increasingly uneasy - in the long run, would his little knowledge be in vain?
The uneasiness in his heart did not affect his appetite. After a sumptuous lunch, he regained his energy. He took out the peanut crisps, sugar candies, and candied fruits, spread them out, and turned around to ask his servant to pour tea. He saw that his servant was After grinding the ink, he did it himself and poured two cups of tea.
He started chatting with Mo Lingfeng with his long tongue.
"Your brother was ill last time, is he okay?"
"No, I always have a headache."
"Didn't you go to Xiongshan Temple to draw lots? What kind of lot did you draw?"
"Sign it."
"It's strange. It should be healed soon after signing the signature. Have you begged the Bodhisattva?"
"Please, I told the Bodhisattva, please protect my brother from illness and disaster. After that, I will leave you a share of all the sweets I eat in my life. If not, you won't even be able to taste sweetness in your mouth. How pitiful."
"..."
"I didn't expect Bodhisattva not to like sweets."
Wu Jin paused with the ink stick on his hand, buried his head in his eyes and suppressed a smile, thinking to himself: "Cute."
