A student with a slightly wretched face took out a folding fan and said, "Oh my! Brother He and Brother Fan, these two are as famous as thunder... Guan'er, the two pioneers in the history of opening the hospital, My admiration for the two of you is the unparalleled achievements... they are as continuous as a torrential river, like a flood..."
Before he could finish his words, he was pushed away by a tall college student with acne on his face. The man clasped his fists and said, "I admire you, I admire you! You two are really role models for our generation. I, Yan Su, dare to ask Brother Fan, How did you come up with the idea of going to the dining room to steal some food? Such a fantastic idea is truly a genius!"
Next to him, there was another student wearing a gorgeous gown and a pair of cross-eyed eyes. He squeezed in and stretched his neck: "Brother He, are you free tonight? I'm the host, can you tell us the story of the fight..."
All the male students looked excited and surrounded He An and Fan Dazhi asking questions.
Ding Wenruo was sitting by the window, quietly flipping through the book in her hand. The sunlight shone on the book and also on her curvaceous profile. Her face was smooth and flawless, with a faint hint of down.
Ding Wenruo frowned slightly and bit her lip. She had just looked at He An and Fan Dazhi from a distance. One had sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a long body and was graceful and elegant. The other was white and fat. He looked honest and honest, just like what he had imagined. Not quite the same.
She remembered what her father had told her, and when the people around them gradually dispersed, she mustered up the courage to stand up and quietly walked over.
He An and Fan Dazhi were so confused by the noise from the crowd that they finally managed to persuade them to retreat. A girl with a beautiful face came to them. She lightly opened her red lips and whispered: "Classmate He and Classmate Fan, you two are Fang Yi." Recommended by Senior Brother Zhi Fang? My father is Senior Brother Fang Yizhi's teacher... I would like to meet you two. I wonder if you will be free after school?"
He An and Fan Dazhi saw that Ding Wenruo was gentle, pleasant, kind and polite, and the other party actually called Fang Yizhi his senior brother. Since it was a teacher's appointment, they simply and directly agreed.
Han Chanjuan was sitting in the back, watching all this with some anxiety. She wrinkled her nose and pouted her plump mouth. She had long wanted to go over and say hello to He An.
That day, she accidentally hit He An and injured her, and she felt very sorry afterwards. Later, he passed the examination and entered Zhixingyuan. After hearing about He An's imprisonment, he found out that the person named He An had also been admitted to Zhixingyuan. I just thought that after he came out, I would give them the best healing medicine at home, and then treat them to a meal to apologize.
But just as she was about to get up, she noticed that a very beautiful woman had passed her one step ahead and was talking to He An. He even kept nodding like a chicken pecking at rice. The charm of beautiful women is indeed endless. It seemed that he had agreed to something.
No, I went my own way and didn't wait any longer. Han Chanjuan walked over in a hurry.
He An lowered his head and just opened the book, when a red skirt appeared in front of his eyes. He looked up and saw a pretty face that was both happy and angry. He was surprised and happy and said: "It's you... you... why are you here?"
Seeing his panicked look, Han Chanjuan couldn't help but feel very proud. She smiled brightly and said: "Then...it was my fault that day. You...don't be angry with me...ok?" This is a very good healing medicine. Please accept it...Are you...free tonight? I’ll treat you to dinner…to apologize…to you…”
Her voice became softer and softer as she spoke. She had been pampered since she was a child. It was the first time she apologized to someone, and she didn't know how to form words.
He An understood what she meant and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "I'm really sorry. I just promised someone else. Look... how about..."
Seeing his hesitant refusal, Han Chanjuan must have agreed to the beautiful woman just now. She felt angry again for no reason. Before he could finish his words, she threw the medicine bottle she was holding tightly on the desk: Tonight Zuixian Tower, love it or not! "After saying that, like a proud peacock, he turned around and left.
There was an uproar nearby. Just after the confinement, there were invitations from beautiful women, and there were more than one. How could this make the other men feel embarrassed?
"No, I want to cause trouble, and I also want to be detained!"
"I also want confinement. Confinement can change your luck!"
"Come on, with your virtue, no one will care about you even if you're locked up for a year!"
"In everything, the first thing is to pay attention to, and the second thing is no one knows. So I decided that I will be known to the whole world in the preliminary examination at the end of the year!"
Among the male students in the school, there were some who looked unhappy, some who were envious, some who raised their arms and shouted, and some who bowed their heads in thought. They were noisy and making a fuss.
After school was over, the sky was already filled with sunset. He An and Fan Dazhi returned to their residence, simply tidied up, and prepared to go to Ding Wenruo's appointment. After all, it was Teacher Fang Yizhi's call from his elders, and they could not be ignored.
When they walked to the courtyard gate, they happened to meet Bi Yunfei, and Fan Dazhi introduced them to each other.
Bi Yunfei cupped his hands and said with a smile on his face: "I've heard about Brother He for a long time, and today I'm lucky enough to finally see him in person. Brother Gu often talks about you two, saying that he'll treat you to a drink when you come out, and catch up with you by the way. I don't know if you two When will you be free? I can reply!"
He An saw that the other person smiled kindly and had a sincere attitude. This person was both a classmate and a roommate, and they would get along with each other for a long time in the future. He was very happy in his heart. He cupped his hands and said, "I often hear Dazhi talking about Brother Yunfei and Brother Gu. I'm really happy to see you today... I wonder why I didn't see Brother Gu today?"
"Brother Gu has a lot of trivial matters recently. He didn't come to study today. He asked the teacher for leave. Let's just make it tomorrow night. Brother Gu should tomorrow..."
While the three of them were talking, a man who looked like a butler came up to greet them and said, "May I ask whether these two are Mr. He and Mr. Fan?"
He An and Fan Dazhi nodded in agreement, and the man happily held his hands and said: As ordered by the young lady, I will pick up the two young masters here. Please get in the car. "After that, he gestured to the carriage not far away, and the coachman drove the carriage slowly.
He An and Fan Dazhi said goodbye to Bi Yunfei and boarded the carriage. There is a faint scent of powder in the carriage, and the space is very spacious. Two people sitting side by side do not feel crowded at all. The window is covered by a curtain of light blue crepe. There is a koi hook on the wall of the carriage, and a small and exquisite bamboo basket hangs there. , a cluster of golden chrysanthemums in the basket, lining the entire carriage is unpretentious, yet fresh and elegant.
Bi Yunfei looked at the housekeeper and the carriage, and then at He An's back, with something strange in his eyes.
He stood quietly on the side of the road, watching the carriage drive the two people away, then flicked his clothes and walked slowly towards his residence.
The wheels were spinning, and after a short while, the carriage stopped. The two got out of the car and found that they had arrived at a secluded alley on Dingding Street.
I saw a few withered bamboo branches protruding from the long gray courtyard wall, and at the end of the alley there were green pines and green cypresses. Walking further, you will see two dark doors, with two large stone lions squatting outside the door. This mansion is located in a corner of the busy city, quiet and quiet, but also vaguely noble.
A man who looked like a butler led the two of them into the gate. The courtyard was huge, with carved corridors, painted buildings, and winding paths, but it had a unique style.
The man led them through a cobblestone road between vegetable gardens to the back house. At the foot of the yellow-tiled gray wall with eaves, there was a small bamboo forest. Whip-like knotty bamboo branches hung down from the wall. The well is covered with dead duckweed leaves, and next to it is a small bamboo waterwheel. The thick bamboo tubes are connected together and extend to the side of the vegetable garden.
Walking to a quiet room, the housekeeper knocked on the door gently and said, "Master, Mr. He and Mr. Fan have been brought here!" After saying that, he lowered his head and quietly retreated.
"Please come in!" A mellow voice came from the door. He An gently opened the door and saw a long desk. Ding Wenruo was writing with a tube of wolf hair in his hand, and a middle-aged man stood beside him to give instructions.
Next to the long table are various famous people's dharma stickers, dozens of square inkstones, and various pen holders. The pens inserted in the pen holders are like a forest. On one side is a large Ru kiln flower bag, filled with crystal ball-like orchids.
The west wall is covered with calligraphy and paintings by famous people. In the middle hangs a large-scale painting of Xiangyang's "Mist and Rain", with a couplet on the left and right, which is ink by Yan Lugong. The words are: "The bones are leisurely in the mist, and the life is in the spring and stone fields."
There is a big tripod on the table, and on the left side is a large plate from Cizhou kiln on a red sandalwood shelf, which contains dozens of delicate yellow and exquisite Buddha hands. A white jade chime hangs on the lacquer stand on the right, and a small hammer hangs next to it. There is a couch in the east, and the gauze curtain with green double embroidery of flowers, grass and insects is hung on the bed. In addition, the huge room is lined with bookcases along the walls. There is a tea table in the middle, with water vapor curling up and the fragrance of tea overflowing.
The man looked at He An and the two and said warmly: I am Ding Feiyong, Wen Ruo's father and Fang Yizhi's teacher. Since you were introduced by Yi Zhi, I can be regarded as your teacher. I heard that Yi Zhi and my daughter Wen Ruo often talked about the two of them, and I had long wanted to meet them..."
The two of them quickly saluted respectfully: "Hello, Teacher Ding."
Ding Feiyong smiled and nodded: "You two looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall as soon as you entered the door. One of the kids couldn't take your eyes off it. I must be involved in calligraphy. You should often practice calligraphy on the posters, right?"
Fan Dazhi whispered quietly: "I have practiced, but I am not good at writing."
Ding Feiyong looked at He An, and He An said humbly: "Young man dare not use an ax in class, I'm afraid of staining the teacher's eyesight!"
Ding Feiyong smiled and waved his hands and said: "It's okay, it's okay, come on, come on, write it down and let me see!" The two had no choice but to walk to the table, where Ding Feiyong had already laid out two pieces of pen and ink.
He An thought for a while, then raised his pen and wrote, "The sky is moving vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement; the terrain is weak, and a gentleman carries his virtues with great virtue."
Fan Dazhi knew that this man wanted to study their calligraphy, but he didn't say what to write, so he picked up the pen and wrote a few lines of numbers "one, two, three, four..." in his own hand.
Ding Wenruo quietly looked around and couldn't help but want to see how their calligraphy was. I saw that He An's handwriting was so powerful that it could be seen from the back of the paper, and there was an indescribable momentum. I didn't expect that this person was handsome and good-looking, but his words were just like the person he was, and his writing was also very good. When I saw what Fan Dazhi wrote again, I couldn't help but cover my mouth and burst into laughter.
After the two of them finished writing, Ding Feiyong saw that He An's calligraphy had iron hooks and silver strokes and a majestic structure. It matched the poem's flow and flowed smoothly, and it was not inconsistent with it.
He caressed his beard and said: "The sky is moving vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement; the terrain is turbulent, and a gentleman carries his virtue with great virtue. Yes, yes, he has ambitions in his heart and skills in his hands! Good, good!"
When he saw Fan Dazhi's calligraphy, Nuo Dadi took a piece of rice paper and only wrote a few lines of numbers in small regular script with hairpin flowers. He couldn't help but hold his beard and laughed and said: "What a lazy guy. His calligraphy is more precious than his heart. In the future, he can We should learn more from little friend He An."
Ding Feiyong turned to He An and said: "As the saying goes, words are like people, and the words between the lines can usually reflect a person's character. What do you think?"
He An replied with some caution: "Students think that calligraphy only expresses temporary moods, and character... really can't be seen."
"Oh... why don't you tell me more carefully?" Ding Feiyong asked with a smile in his eyes, twirling his beard.
"Yes! The students believe that the elegant writing style of "Lanting Preface", the best running script in the world, comes from Wang Shusheng's extremely comfortable state of mind at that time, with high mountains and winding water drinking glasses, drinking wine and poetry with friends... The dry pen of the manuscript in memory of his nephew, but expresses It reflects the extremely sad and angry mood of Lord Lu at that time. All this has to do with the author's mood at that time, and has nothing to do with his character!" He An thought for a moment and replied respectfully.
"Okay! Okay! Okay! Follow the good rather than the bad, the boy can be taught!" Ding Feiyong laughed heartily.
He also tested the knowledge of the two people. He An and Fan Dazhi also had fluent answers. Some of their views were completely different. He had never thought that he could explain them in this way. On a whim, he asked Zi Shi Jing Ji for a long time.
Ding Wenruo sat quietly aside, listening a little crazy. The more I listened, the more surprised I became. My father asked about some classics that I had never heard of, but they seemed to be full of knowledge and talked about it eloquently. Some of the explanations were explained in simple and easy-to-understand terms, and I actually enjoyed listening to them. I have been in contact with many young talents since I was a child. To have such knowledge, I am definitely not an unlearned person. I think there must be some secret behind the two people being imprisoned. I will ask if I have the opportunity in the future.
It wasn't until the moon was crescent and the sky was filled with stars that the two of them left the Prime Minister's Mansion. Ding Feiyong wanted to keep them for dinner and then send a carriage to take them back, but the two refused.
He An was still thinking about the appointment at Zuixian Tower, and Fan Dazhi was also looking forward to eating something good with him. Ding Wenruo's father in the Prime Minister's Mansion, although he is kind and easy-going, is also like a teacher who is stern on the inside and gentle on the outside. If they sit across from each other to eat, he would never dare to use his chopsticks casually.
The two of them jogged all the way and passed through several streets. It was getting late at this time, there were many fewer pedestrians on the street, and there were also many fewer customers in Zuixian Tower. The two of them quickly entered the store, only to see Han Chanjuan and the girl they had met that day. The woman was sitting in the corner by the window, but the dishes on the table were not moved.
When Han Chanjuan saw the two of them, her stern pretty face melted like a glacier with a smile on her lips. She waved her little hands and shouted crisply: "Here, here!"
The two hurried over, and He An sat down and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting. Our teacher, Mr. Fang's teacher, Ding Siqing, the minister of Honglu Temple, wanted to see us, and it was hard to refuse, so it was a little late."
Han Chanjuan smiled sweetly: "It doesn't matter, as long as I can come."
The woman called the waiter to heat the dishes and said neatly: Let me introduce you first. We are not acquainted. My name is Xue Ning, and her name is Han Chanjuan, from the Han family in Yongcheng. I accompanied Chanjuan to study at Zhixingyuan. You and Chanjuan are similar in age, so you can also call me Aunt Xue from now on. "
He An nodded and said: Aunt Xue, we are from Yiluo County, Chuzhou. Professor Fang Yizhi of Zhixing Academy teaches there. He recommended us to come to Zhixing Academy. Fortunately, we have passed the test and become official disciples. "
Aunt Xue smiled and said, "That's good. You two will take care of each other in the future. Chanjuan has been willful since she was a child. Please forgive me for any offense I've made in the past."
Han Chanjuan was slightly embarrassed, her cheeks were flushed and she whispered: "He An...I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it that day."
She took out the hairpin from her arms, put it in front of He An, and continued: "Give it back to you. Since you want to give it away, I can't take it away from you."
He An took it, warmed it in his hands, and smelled a faint fragrance of powder in his nose. He then handed it back to Han Chanjuan and said, "Since the girl likes it too, I'll give it to you."
Han Chanjuan felt happy and smiled, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow: "Thank you, you can call me by my name in the future."
The waiter brought the hot dishes. Fan Dazhi had been silent just now. Seeing He An and Chanjuan's squirming, he felt funny and couldn't help but said: "Can we eat? I'm so hungry."
Aunt Xue picked up the chopsticks to greet everyone. Fan Dazhi looked at the delicious food on the table. He tore up a chicken leg first, finished it in two or three bites, and then picked up a large piece of braised fish. His mouth was full of oil and his mouth was squeaking. Endless.
He An saw that Dazhi was excited about eating. After all, it was the first time to meet him, so he couldn't help but be a little rude. He lightly kicked him under the table. Fan Dazhi was unaware and muttered in his mouth: "Have a try, this bucket The chicken is really good.”
Han Chanjuan didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "Eat slowly, if it's not enough, add more." After saying that, she took a small bite and felt that the taste was just like this, not as delicious as the ones made at home.
During the dinner, Aunt Xue asked about He An's past. He An mentioned that he was adopted by his uncle since he was a child, never met his parents, and grew up with Fan Dazhi in the countryside. Fan Dazhi also ate and supplemented.
Han Chanjuan listened quietly to them talking about the past, how they lived a poor life and lived in embarrassment, but He An just told them with a smile, as if telling someone else's story, and never showed a trace of resentment or resentment on his face.
She has lived in fine clothes since she was a child. She has never experienced any of this and cannot empathize with her. But for some reason, when she looks at He An's handsome face and resolute eyes, she feels inexplicably distressed...
