Hey, today I am a freeloader and someone is taking advantage of me. Who is so kind? Lu Changfeng turned his eyes and saw three people sitting by the window. One is a scholar in blue shirt, about fifty years old, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, quite elegant. After noticing Lu Changfeng looking over, the blue-shirted scribe smiled in return.
On the left side of the green shirt is a 17 or 18-year-old young man in white clothes. He has a smooth face and heroic brows. He is somewhat similar to the middle-aged scribe. He looks like a father and son, but this man is very familiar to Lu Changfeng. The ghost lingers, Hua Jiaoxi!
Next to Hua Chujian was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old book boy in blue. He was handsome, but a little inferior to her. Needless to say, this book boy is also a girl disguised as a boy. The two masters and servants are so good-looking but want to play role-playing and pretend to be men. What kind of hobby are they?
When you meet your teacher, you still have to say hello. Lu Changfeng bowed deeply to Hua Chujian: "Disciple has met Teacher Hua! Who is this gentleman?" Lu Changfeng looked at the scholar in blue shirt and said.
"He is my father." Hua Chujian said coldly.
It turns out that Hua Chujian has such a handsome father, no wonder he is so handsome. As for the book boy in blue, it is Hong'er, the maid whom Hua Chu met.
Lu Changfeng bowed respectfully: "Disciple has met Master!"
The scholar in green shirt asked Hua Chuji, "Without courtesy. Are you a student of Lilac?"
clove? Who is Lilac? Lu Changfeng didn't react for a while. He didn't even know that Ding Xiang was Hua Chujian's nickname.
"That's right!" Hua Chu was expressionless when they met! The bookboy on the side was a little surprised, and seemed to be amused by his lady's appearance.
The waiter at the teahouse brought boiled water. There were a lot of people in the teahouse at this time. The scholar in green shirt pointed at the only empty seat at their table and said, "If you don't mind, you can sit here and drink with me."
"This...disciple dare not sit at the same table with his teacher and master!" To be honest, Lu Changfeng is really not used to sharing the same table with strangers when it comes to eating and drinking. He is too reserved. Especially when meeting Hua Chujian, this tea becomes even more unpalatable.
The scholar in green shirt smiled heartily: "It doesn't matter, although Ding Xiang is an intern teacher, she still has a lot to learn. You are also similar in age, so you don't have to regard her as a teacher, and you don't have to regard me as a master. Besides, I haven't yet So old..."
"Dad, why are you telling him this?" Hua Chujian seemed to feel that her father talked too much.
After all, most teachers don't like students who perform poorly, and Hua Chujian is no exception, but it's really no wonder Hua Chujian. Let’s not talk about Lu Changfeng’s performance in class. During the knockout round, he passively avoided the competition and set the most humiliating record in the history of the academy. Now he is infamous in the academy. Coupled with the fact that Jiang Yonglin talks about Lu Changfeng every day as a negative example, Hua Chujian will definitely have a bad opinion of Lu Changfeng.
Lu Changfeng was self-aware of this, because Hua Chujian had never given him a good look. So Lu Changfeng bowed: "Sorry for disturbing you three, disciple, please leave!"
"It's better to leave without seeing you off!" Hua Chu didn't even bother to raise her head when she saw him.
"Lilac, don't be so rude!" The scribe in green shirt was also helpless. He had just seen it upstairs. This young man had a good heart. He treated beggars and rewarded them with food money, so he had a good impression of him. But my daughter obviously doesn't like this young man, and she doesn't know why.
Those who don't want to stay here have their own place to stay. Lu Changfeng didn't intend to offend Hua Chujian, so he turned around and went downstairs. But the embarrassing thing was that he found that he couldn't leave because it was raining. It was really God who left no one behind. As it rained, many people on the street came to the teahouse to take shelter from the rain. The teahouse was immediately filled with people. Lu Changfeng reacted a little slowly and did not steal others. Now there is no place to sit.
"My friend, please come here!" The scholar in blue shirt invited him again, and he kindly moved the bench to make room for Lu Changfeng.
"Thank you, Master, I can just stand!" This bench burned his buttocks, and Lu Changfeng really didn't dare to sit down.
Hua Chujian said coldly: "Just sit down when I tell you to, stop pretending!"
Since it was Hua Chujian who spoke, there was no need for Lu Changfeng to be pretentious. After all, it felt uncomfortable to be pushed while standing. So Lu Changfeng said: "Well, I'm sorry to bother you three." After saying that, he sat down next to the scholar in blue shirt.
The book boy in the blue shirt pinched his nose slightly, with a hint of discomfort on his face. When Lu Changfeng saw it, his face turned red. It turned out that after treating the beggars, he hadn't even washed his hands, and his clothes were stained with a lot of filth. Lu Changfeng had no choice but to take off his outer robe and sit on his seat.
On the other hand, the scholar in green shirt just smiled and didn't care. When Hua first saw her, her face was still indifferent, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Then Lu Changfeng poured the plain water and drank it all in one gulp. Shang Jue was still not finished, so he poured himself another glass and drank it, and then another... He drank five glasses of plain water before he stopped. The two young men drinking tea looked at each other and saw a suppressed smile in each other's eyes. The scholar in green shirt remained calm and looked at Lu Changfeng with interest.
In fact, this can't be blamed on Lu Changfeng. He has been thirsty for a long time after sitting on the street for so long to treat patients. Who cares about the red tape? That's how I am, whether you like to laugh or not.
The scholar in green shirt smiled and said, "Young friend Lu seems not used to drinking tea."
Lu Changfeng nodded and breathed heavily: "People from the countryside are not blessed to endure and make Master laugh."
Lu Changfeng is not in the habit of drinking tea, but it is not unacceptable. It’s just that I’m really thirsty today, and there’s no tea or water to quench my thirst. Old Man Zhong really likes drinking. He brought Lu Changfeng to this teahouse first. Lu Changfeng was already familiar with the teahouse. He came here directly after seeing his doctor today.
The scholar in green shirt said: "I just saw little friend Lu treating beggars on the street. After asking about it, I found out that little friend Lu often comes to this free clinic. I didn't expect that little friend Lu is already proficient in medical skills at such a young age. It's really rare! I don't know. Who is your respected master?”
Lu Changfeng said modestly: "I don't dare, I can't even speak of proficiency. I just learned a little bit from Teacher Zhong in the academy."
The scholar in green shirt smiled and said: "It turns out that he is a disciple of Mr. Zhong. No wonder he has such abilities. I have learned the true teachings of Mr. Zhong at such a young age. My future is limitless."
It seems that Old Man Zhong is not bragging. His reputation is quite loud in Beach City, and everyone here knows about him. Lu Changfeng thought of Old Man Zhong's bragging after drinking too much, and couldn't help but laugh: "Master, it's funny. This kid has no great ambitions. He has only scratched the surface of medical knowledge and has no other skills."
Hua Chujian snorted coldly: "I'm quite self-aware, but I just ran away to learn some martial arts after failing to practice martial arts..."
The scholar in green shirt shouted coldly: "Lilac!" Hua Chujian stuck out his tongue and turned his head away. Lu Changfeng, on the other hand, dared to be angry but dared not speak. He pretended not to hear. This Hua Jiaoxi had been looking down on him for more than a day or two. He was probably used to it.
"It's coming! Miss, it's coming!"
Just when Lu Changfeng was submissive and didn't know how to get along with the Hua family father and daughter, Hong'er, the maid on the side, suddenly shouted excitedly. Lu Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look. It turned out that an old man came in with a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.
The two men held the erhu and allegro in their hands. After separating from the crowd, they came to the center of the teahouse. Everyone made room for them. The grandfather and grandson bowed to everyone and said a few words of apology for being late. Then they played the erhu, beat the Allegro and started talking.
Hua Chu, who had been cold-faced just now, immediately beamed at the sight: "We finally caught up this time. Fortunately, we came early." After that, he concentrated on listening to the book and ignored Lu Changfeng. The teahouse immediately became quiet, and everyone was quietly drinking tea and listening to books.
It turns out that the grandfather and grandson made a living by telling stories and singing songs in the teahouse. Because their stories were more exciting and fascinating, the owner of the teahouse specially invited them to stay here to attract customers. For guests, listening to books and eating melon seeds and peanuts while drinking tea is a good pastime. When Hua Chu met them, they naturally came here for this storyteller. In the past, she always came late, couldn't find a good location, and missed some plot points. Today, Hua Chujian rushed early because she didn't want to run into Lu Changfeng by accident.
"Speaking of the Great Moon Dynasty Zhongzong's reign..."
Lu Changfeng was familiar with this story. He had read this book before. It was a story made up by a scholar in the previous dynasty. The story tells that there was a dynasty called "Dayue". During the reign of Zhongzong, the prime minister conspired to rebel and almost wiped out the royal family. Only the three princes escaped with their lives.
Among the many princes, the third prince was usually the least liked by Emperor Zhongzong, and naturally had no qualifications to inherit the throne. However, this least favored prince went into the world alone after his clan was exterminated, and founded the famous "Fuxing Alliance". ", and then successfully restored the country, and finally became a wise king.
Of course, as a price, the third prince's favorite woman resolutely sacrificed her life to protect him. In order to commemorate his beloved woman, after the third prince ascended the throne, he posthumously named her queen and never had another queen for the rest of his life.
The seemingly touching story was adapted and exaggerated by the storyteller, coupled with the ups and downs of the tone, sometimes sad, sometimes passionate music, and it was so immersive that everyone was moved to tears. Lu Changfeng, on the other hand, was indifferent, drinking water and eating snacks, and unknowingly cleared all the snacks on the table.
"Young and old gentlemen, that's it for today. If you want to know what's going on, please come early tomorrow!"
"Hey, it's bad luck, but it's good."
It had been raining for half an hour, and the storyteller had finished his story, and had almost finished drinking the tea. Many guests left one after another, and only a few people were left in the crowded restaurant.
When Hua Chu saw her beautiful eyebrows, she frowned and complained, "Why is it so short? It's true."
Hong'er and the scholar in Qingshan didn't talk to each other for a while. They were still immersed in the wonderful story and hadn't come back to their senses.
"belch!"
At this moment, a loud burping sound came from Lu Changfeng at an inappropriate time.
