When Qi Chang first entered Jiusixuan as an errand, he heard Zhao Shiheng ask this question: "What is the wind that can scratch all things?"
Zhao Shiheng asked Wu Jin, asked Mo Lingfeng, and even asked Cheng Ting, but he never asked Qi Chang.
It seemed that Zhao Shiheng thought his answer was not worth listening to.
Zhao Shiheng once said: "I am teaching you, not because you have a malleable talent, but because I want to see how big the difference between good and evil can be between people taught by the same teacher and reading the same sages' books."
Qi Chang squatted at the door, letting the cold wind chill his whole body. The light and warmth inside the door penetrated through the narrow crack in the door. He quietly stretched out his left index finger and placed it under the crack in the door, trying to steal some warmth.
As a result, his fingers were not warm, and the door suddenly opened. The servant who came out to check the rain did not expect that Qi Chang would put his finger at the crack of the door, almost crushing his finger.
Qi Chang quickly pulled out his finger. Even though he was quick, a layer of oily skin fell off his finger. He shivered in pain. He held his left hand with his right hand and stretched out his left index finger. It was just painful, and his bones felt like they were being crushed. Generally broken.
He reluctantly stood up and stood aside, hanging his head, speechless - because such a stupid act hurt his finger, and everyone would laugh at him.
When he was trying his best to bear the pain, he tilted his head and glanced inside. He saw the candlelight in the room was bright, Wu Jin stood tall and tall, with a large pen, his upper body was slightly tilted, and his right hand was hanging from the wrist, holding the pen, and he was writing big characters.
Looking at Wu Jin, he unconsciously put down his hands, stood up straight, and straightened his expression - in his eyes, Wu Jin was like a beautiful character walking out of a book, a rare bit of light and warmth in the world. Together with the whole warm room filled with light, he yearned for it.
He tried his best to imitate Wu Jin's every move, that blooming demeanor, his calm eyebrows, and his spine that would never bend.
Half an hour later, the rain stopped. Wu Jin took the lantern he had brought with him, took away the diary he had written, and stepped onto the bluestone slab, walking as quietly as when he came.
After everyone left, Qi Chang returned to the house.
The charcoal fire in the room was already burning brightly, and the warmth was warm. Qi Chang squatted beside the brazier, stretched out his hands, and roasted them carefully on the fire. Only then did he realize that the index finger of his left hand, after being crushed just now, was already two pieces of the middle finger. It was big, and there were black bruises in the nails.
He blew on his index finger, couldn't bear it any longer, and shed a few tears of pain. After his body warmed up, he slowly got up to clean up.
The place where Wu Jin sat was not chaotic. Only a large piece of Chinese characters was open, with the Xun hexagram in the "Book of Changes" silently written on it. The tea cup was neatly placed on the saucer, and there was not a trace of excess water stains on the table. nothing.
He raised his index finger and took out a piece of bamboo paper. Using the remaining ink, he raised his right hand and silently recited the same hexagram.
"A lonely boat falls on the beach. There is a pole but no water, so it is difficult to move forward or back. When it rains heavily, the rivers and lakes overflow, so there is no need to work hard to get back and forth."
After writing, he put the two pieces of paper together.
They are all made of Shuzhong Jiajiang bamboo paper, both are Xuancheng Zhuge pens, both were taught by the same teacher, both are regular scripts, and even the font size is similar, but they are different.
Qi Chang picked up his piece of writing, walked to the brazier, squatted down, remained silent for a long time, and threw himself into the brazier.
The flames suddenly rolled up, making his face and hands red.
He is imitating a cat and a tiger, imitating the east and the west, showing nothing but appearance. He has no grace, no moral character, no bones and muscles inside. At first glance, he can pass by, but he cannot withstand closer inspection and consideration.
This is not what he said, but Zhao Shiheng's personal comment - Zhao Shiheng even thought that his handwriting was not as good as Cheng Ting's.
Of course it can't be compared to Cheng Ting, who has status, confidence, makes a bold move, and can write whatever he wants. How can he compare?
He is also not as diligent as Wu Jin, because he is a servant who comes at a moment's notice and leaves at a moment's notice. He can't even light a lamp at night.
With a long breath, he took the fire chopsticks, piled the charcoal with ashes, moved it to his room, picked up the tea cup, blew out the candle, and went to the penthouse in the dark.
The servant in the wing yawned loudly and complained: "This rain is really untimely. If it hadn't rained, there wouldn't have been so many things."
Qi Chang shook his head: "Young Master Wu is easy to take care of. If Mr. Cheng comes here and has fun with the dog, he will still be able to clean up now."
"That's true. Mr. Cheng can do it. Especially when he's with a girl, he can even explode the stove. If you didn't tell me, I would almost forget about him. He hasn't been here for a long time."
"He went to Jeju to take a special examination. It should take ten days and a half before he comes back."
Unexpectedly, Cheng Ting came back quickly.
As soon as the examination room opened, he went straight to the dock, bought two large baskets of kumquats from the ship, asked Pang Dahai to carry them, and hurried back.
The exam ended on August 16th, and he returned home on August 21st with two baskets of kumquats.
As soon as Cheng Ting arrived home, even the magistrate's front office became lively. Not only did the eldest sister of the Cheng family return to her parents' home, but even the big yellow dog was picked up by Mrs. Cheng from the state school for reunion.
At the dinner table, Mrs. Cheng couldn't hold her beloved son in her arms and caress her in front of Cheng Taishan, so she could only watch her son eat - Cheng Ting had a good appetite and height, and was already a big glutton, but in Mrs. Cheng's eyes In his eyes, his son can still be held in his arms and loved.
As soon as Cheng Taishan left, Mrs. Cheng immediately took action, took her son to her side, and asked her about his welfare. Cheng Ting replied carelessly that he had eaten well and slept well. There was no wind or rain in the examination room. Compared with the last time, this time This time was simply a blessing.
The eldest sister of the Cheng family sat aside and smiled: "So, you did very well in the exam this time?"
Cheng Ting's eyes were evasive and his words were hesitant: "I... I have finished writing it all... I finished it earlier than others."
Mrs. Cheng immediately beamed and took the dessert plate for Cheng Ting to pick: "That must be on the list! Eat a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Your father had a good meal in the restaurant and was specially brought here today."
Cheng Ting ate slurpingly. After eating, he saw that nothing happened and Cheng Taishan was not in front of him. The thought in his mind was ready to come to mind: "Mom, I want to treat Wu Jin to dinner. Please give me some money."
Mrs. Cheng was in a state of confusion because of her love for him, and she immediately said happily: "Oh, my son, can my mother be as poor as you? If you just go out to eat and drink, my mother will give you as much as you want."
The eldest sister of the Cheng family "cough" twice, picked up the handkerchief and wiped her mouth: "Mom, you should soak the kumquats with honey and take them with you on the road when the third child goes to Beijing to take the exam. It's delicious. Good again.”
Mrs. Cheng slapped her hands: "No."
At the same time, she heard the eldest sister of the Cheng family talking about going to Beijing to take the exam, and suddenly remembered that she wanted to keep Cheng Ting at home to study.
Cheng Ting was still laughing: "The kumquats I bought are definitely good. As soon as I left the examination room, I rushed to buy them. I bought them directly from the boat."
The eldest sister of the Cheng family smiled: "The third child is filial, smart, and in good health. After taking the exam for so many days, he is not tired. If he pays more attention, he will be on the gold list."
Cheng Tingdon felt bad.
