After a day of torture and a rare smile, Zhu Ping'an still couldn't bear to tell Fatty Huang Hua the truth.
In fact, it’s not just Fatty Xue Chi. Zhu Ping’an glanced around a little. There were people waiting in groups of twos and threes at the gate of Jiangnan Park. Several of them were also communicating with each other about writing chrysanthemums and autumn test poems. They were very confident about today’s retest. , most people think that today’s retest is much less difficult than the main test.
The fat man stood about two meters away from Zhu Pingan, chanting his extraordinary chrysanthemum poem in a mellow tone...
At this time, a man walked out from the Jiangnan Gongyuan with a majestic air. Listening to the people around him discussing the autumn of chrysanthemums and the like, there was a trace of disdain on his face. When he saw Zhu Pingan, his eyes stayed on Zhu Pingan for two more seconds. .
This must be Zhu Ping'an whom Luo Ming mentioned several times. His honest and honest demeanor is very similar to the portrait. The man's eyes stayed on Zhu Pingan for a few seconds and then he heard the fat man Xue Chi reciting his chrysanthemum poem to Zhu Pingan while shaking his head. After hearing this, Zhu Pingan said with a constipated look, "Well, okay."
When the man heard this, the disdain at the corner of his mouth became even thicker, and he muttered to himself, "This year's top case in the government is just like this! Chrysanthemum...hehe..."
After talking to himself, the man left straight away, leaving everyone with a lonely figure like everyone was drunk and I was alone.
"Hey, Brother Zhu, what's wrong with you?" Fatty Xue Chi couldn't help but asked when he saw Zhu Ping'an's constipated look when he commented.
"Oh, your poems are very good..." Zhu Pingan replied with a constipated look, "It's just that your smell is too strong!"
"Oh, it turns out that's it. I thought it was because my poems couldn't reach your eyes." The fat man Xue Chi suddenly realized, then he reached out and touched a ball of cotton on his body and asked, "I still have a ball of cotton here, do you want to use it? "
"You can keep it." Zhu Pingan stayed away. The ball of cotton had also withstood a day of excrement. Who would dare to use it.
Returning to the inn, there were many students and scholars discussing chrysanthemums in the lobby of the inn, if it weren't for the fat man who knew that he smelled heavy. Yi Zhuipianpidian went over to share his chrysanthemum poems with others.
The fat man went upstairs to wash himself, and Zhu Pingan also went back to the inn to change his clothes. The dormitory was damp and wet, and it was hot in autumn. The clothes also smell strong of sweat. After taking off his dirty clothes, Zhu Pingan soaked them in a basin, sat on a low stool, and scrubbed them with the soap locust provided by the inn. In fact, the inn also provides plant ash along with soap locust. Mixing the two together has a good effect on washing clothes. But Zhu Ping'an really couldn't accept the plant ash.
As soon as Zhu Ping'an finished washing and drying his clothes, the fat man upstairs came downstairs looking brand new.
"Brother Zhu, it's rare to feel relaxed after an exam. We won't go home until we're drunk today. You promised." Fatty Xue Chi put on his iconic big gold lock and gold and jade thumb ring, and held a Arty holding a folding fan.
"Can you eat it?" Zhu Pingan asked lightly.
"I couldn't eat it at first, but who made me perform my chrysanthemum poem so well today? I'm not here to brag to you. The number of people who can surpass my chrysanthemum poem on chrysanthemums will definitely not exceed this number. People feel refreshed during happy events, and today I can Eat a pig." Fat Xue Chi waved his fat hands. The sense of confidence is super overwhelming.
I really hope you can still be so cheerful when releasing the rankings!
"Let's make it clear first that I won't go to the other side of the Qinhuai River." Zhu Ping'an emphasized.
"Why don't you go? Brother, I'll treat you to a treat and open your eyes. Besides, I finally made a good poem today. Maybe some girls' school secretary will catch my eye and invite me to be their guest." Fatty Xue Chi's chest was beating loudly, and the big golden lock around his neck was shaking. He was very excited.
"Then you can go on your own, I'm not interested." Zhu Pingan was unmoved.
"Not interested? You. Don't you have any strange hobbies?" The fat man looked at Zhu Pingan, then trembled all over and took several steps back.
You are shivering, sister, you have never looked in the mirror!
"Get out of here, uncle!" Zhu Pingan couldn't bear it anymore. "Lao Zhi's orientation is very normal. I'm only thirteen, and I haven't even grown all my hair. I don't want to waste my martial arts skills!"
If you think about that when you are older, you will regret it when you grow up. You haven’t developed well yet! If it’s damaged, there’s no need to repair it! When you grow up, you will cry watching the battlefield.
"What's wrong with Thirteen..." The fat man curled his lips. Then suddenly and inexplicably it became official, with a look of sadness on his face...
"When I was thirteen years old, my father always forced me to study. I had to read books for four hours every day. If I didn't read, my father would scold me. Later, my father got an errand. , had no time to take care of me, but every time they locked me in the study, locked the doors and windows, and asked two maids seven or eight years older than me to supervise my reading with big thick sticks, and every time they left harsh words and orders. I had to read for four hours a day. If I failed the homework test when I came back, he would beat me to death... Every day, he would unlock the doors and windows when he came back from outside, and drag me out after being locked up in the study all day... From then on From now on, I will like and fall in love with women..."
You are really a weirdo! Your father is weird enough. Who should he ask to supervise your poor study? He has to let two young maids supervise him! No wonder your father has to drag you out every day. You are only thirteen years old, two girls, four hours, it is a miracle that you are alive!
Zhu Ping'an was really speechless to the fat man!
"Hey, Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu, don't leave..." The fat man came back from his memories and found that Zhu Pingan had already gone out, so he hurriedly chased after him.
As a foodie, after exams, I must find a delicious place to reward myself. In the past, I always had snacks, but today it was time to try a big meal. I also had enough money in my pocket, so I no longer wronged myself.
So, Zhu Ping'an walked out of the inn and walked towards the Confucius Temple. A few days ago, he heard a scholar talking about the lion's head made in the Zhuangyuan Building of the Confucius Temple.
"Brother Zhu, slow down." Fatty Xue Chi panted from behind, "A gentleman promises a thousand pieces of gold, but you said before the exam that you would not come back until you were drunk."
"Well, yes." Zhu Pingan responded lightly and continued to move forward.
"Then go to the other side with your brother. Let me tell you, the number one scholar in Lan Yue Tower is so beautiful..." Fatty Xue Chi couldn't forget the Qinhuai River.
"I said before that I won't return until I get drunk, but I didn't say that I was going to the other side." Zhu Ping'an continued to walk forward, "Would you like to go to the Zhuangyuan Building in front of the Confucius Temple?"
"Go, go!" Fatty said through gritted teeth.
Although the fat man compromised and went to Zhuangyuan Tower with Zhu Pingan, he always instilled in Zhu Pingan the beauty of sex and so on, trying to instigate Zhu Pingan to change his mind and go to the other side of the Qinhuai River.
From this point of view, it seems that modern and ancient times have the same understanding of close friends. They drank wine together, shared the same window, carried guns together, and slept together by the Qinhuai River...
It wasn't that far from the inn to the Confucius Temple. It took about a quarter of an hour to walk there, but the Zhuangyuan Building was a bit difficult to find. There were many restaurants near the Confucius Temple. It took Zhu Pingan and Fatty some time to find the Zhuangyuan Building. (To be continued.)
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