After Dong Shiqing left, Shi Xuan asked, "Senior Brother Jiang, do you really want to participate in that hairpin flower party?"

"Why don't you go?" Jiang Shuiyuan asked rhetorically.

Shi Xuan shook his head: "From ancient times to the present, there is no good feast, and there will be no good feast. According to the information I have inquired about, in the last few hairpin festivals, the prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River have taken pleasure in teasing the heads of our prefectures in the north of the Yangtze River, especially our Huai'an Mansion, Xuzhou, Haizhou, and other prefectures have suffered the most. If you go here, you don't know how much pickled air you will have to suffer during the banquet, so it is better to simply avoid the banquet, out of sight and out of mind!"

Jiang Shuiyuan narrowed his eyes: "Hearing you say this, I am curious, and I can't wait to see how those children of famous families recite poems and make fun of the wind and the moon! But before that, let's put aside these things, go to Jinling University to go around, appreciate the noble temperament of famous universities, and don't be spoiled by them!"

Hearing that he was going to Jinling University, Shi Xuan also jumped out: "Go, go, go, let's go to Jinling University to pretend to be a famous college student!" But then again, our brothers and sisters are not very bright, so we set Jinling University as the goal of the college entrance examination. Senior Brother Jiang, you are a top student, Jingshi University is your best destination, what are you going to do with us?"

Jiang Shuiyuan rolled his eyes: "Then I have to ask Jingshi University to send me a notice first! As long as I don't receive an admission notice for a day, then there are thousands of possibilities, maybe I end up at Huai'an Provincial Institute of Technology?"

Jinling University is not like a fart pit university in a certain time and space, an obedient university, looking at everyone like a thief, entering the school gate to charge tickets, check documents, but the door is open, the middle door is open, quite a bit of Jinwu can't help the taste. A group of five people in Huai'an Mansion are like Grandma Liu who has just entered the Grand View Garden, cautiously and probing their brains to wander around the campus, stopping in front of an ancient building from time to time, or hanging the nameplate of "XX National Key Real YÀN Room" and "XX Department of Jinling University".

They were fascinated by the tall library, verdant lawns, kayaks on the lake, and intimate couples who were unattended. Although Chen Di, Fu Shouzhang and others didn't say anything, looking at their excited eyes and secretly clenched fists, it is estimated that they have already regarded entering Jinling University as the ultimate ideal in life.

After returning to the hotel for dinner, Chen Di and others, who were burned by the ideal and had high blood pressure, immediately entered the room and began to read at night. Jiang Shuiyuan washed up a little and came to the conference room on the sixth floor of the hotel to participate in the so-called "hairpin flower party" as promised.

When I went upstairs, I happened to meet Zhou Yuantong, the head of Huaihai Middle School. As soon as he saw Jiang Shuiyuan, he smiled bitterly: "Brother Jiang, you can make us miserable! When we got on the train, the five of us were still vigorous and lively, and now two of them are in the hospital for observation, and the other three have not eaten dinner, just know that they are lying on the bed and rubbing their stomachs. The game is going to be played the day after tomorrow, and you are single-handedly sending our Xuzhou Mansion into the eighteenth layer of hell!"

Jiang Shuiyuan hugged his fists apologetically at Zhou Yuantong: "Brother Zhou, I'm really sorry-"

Zhou Yuantong patted Jiang Shuiyuan on the shoulder: "No need to apologize, in fact, you have done your best to be benevolent and righteous, and we don't know how to blame ourselves! But later, you have to fight for our Jiangbei prefectures, and teach those guys in Jiangnan who are above the top a good lesson, and let them know that we Jiangbei also have a temper!"

"Yes, if you have a temper, don't hold back, I want to see how you Jiangbei people teach us Jiangnan people!" is obviously angry, and he speaks with the glutinous energy of Wu Nong's soft words, and when he hears it, he knows that he is a Jiangnan person with red roots.

Zhou Yuantong laughed, without the slightest embarrassment of being caught talking badly behind his back: "It's not easy to see the lesson? What's the matter, not convinced?"

"You ——!" The man glared at Zhou Yuantong and Jiang Shuiyuan, then brushed his sleeves away, and said in his mouth: "Sima Wen Gongyun 'Min people are cunning, Chu people are light', looking at it today, it is indeed ...... People are rude, and they don't know what they can do...... Confucianism uses literature to mess with the law, and chivalry uses martial arts to violate the ban, believe it?"

Zhou Yuantong seemed to have won a big victory: "This is called Xiucai meeting soldiers, and it is unreasonable." To deal with these barbarians, we have to talk with our fists, drop our book bags with them, and drag sour texts, which of our Jiangbei people is their opponent? The ancients such as Xiang Yu, Liu Bang, Liu Yu, and Li Yu, and our neighbors such as Mr. Sun Baixi, the father of the country, did not rely on the awl to win the world. It's a pity that fists are not allowed in the debate arena, otherwise how can there be anything to do with these Jiangnan people?"

Jiang Shuiyuan nodded in agreement: "Five generations later, the famous Han general Shi Hongzhao said the same thing: 'An court, set the trouble, straight spear and big sword, if the hair cone is safe enough to use!' It seems that Brother Zhou and he are a hero!"

The two of them walked as they talked, and soon came to the conference room on the sixth floor.

When I opened the door, I saw a table sign on the large round table, which indicated the names of each person, the school and the Fuzhou Hall they represented. I don't know whether it is sorted according to the results of previous years or by region, but I see that Jiangnan and Jiangbei are clearly distinguished. Next to each table stick, there is a blooming golden ribbon peony, the flower is bright red, and the remaining circle of stamens in the middle is clear and dazzling, dividing the whole flower into two parts, the lower part is several layers of large and stretched petals, and the upper part is composed of several small pavilion-shaped flowers, which open upright and upward. The whole flower is dignified and generous, graceful and luxurious, and it does have some prime minister's bearing.

It was still a little early, and everyone sat on the sofa around in twos and threes, chatting and laughing quietly. Jiang Shuiyuan and Zhou Yuantong also chose a remote corner to sit down and continue to talk about some interesting stories among ancient literati.

Before they could say a few words, two white-haired old men, one tall and thin, the other short and fat, pushed the door in. I didn't greet everyone when I entered the door, and came directly to the vacant seat next to Jiang Shuiyuan, and my mouth was still chattering and arguing: "Plum rain, plum rain, when the plums are ripe, it is naturally rainy weather, this is obvious!"

The short and fat old man shook his huge head: "Brother Fang's words are wrong! The so-called 'plum rain' is actually 'mildew rain', which means that the rain is damp and the utensils are easy to mold, so it is called 'mildew rain'." Later generations mistook it for 'plum rain', but it has nothing to do with the weather when the plums are ripe. Scholars of our generation should get to the bottom of the matter, get to the root of the problem, and try their best to correct the vulgar, how can they blindly follow the shallow view of the world?"

"What is the superficial insight in the world? It is clearly a long-tested insight, okay?" The tall and thin old man frowned, looking bitter and hateful, "I don't believe you recall, when the plums were ripe last year, did it rain for more than ten days in a row? When the plums were ripe this year, it rained for more than half a month? Brother Yao, don't get out of your written documents all day long, so you can stick out your head every once in a while to see the weather outside." On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it!"

The short and fat old man shook his head even more happily: "Ridiculous, ridiculous, simply absurd in the world! I read Wang Yun's "Interpretation of Sayings" yesterday afternoon, and I also read Wang Yun's "Interpretation of Sayings" this afternoon, can we infer that I will read this book the day before yesterday, tomorrow, and even in the afternoon after tomorrow? Obviously, I can't! In the same way, you can conclude from the situation last year and this year that it rains when the yellow plums are ripe in other years?

The tall and thin old man was displeased: "Even if you don't believe me, you should have read the poem 'Rain in the Huangmei Season' by Zhao Shixiu in the Southern Song Dynasty, right?"

The short and fat old man snorted: "I have only read the Southern Song Dynasty Zengji's 'Plum Yellow Time and Sunny Day'!"

Jiang Shuiyuan, who was sitting on the side, listened to the two old men fighting with great pleasure, and each of them could find a little corroborative evidence, which was quite a bit of a "two children arguing about the day", and couldn't help laughing. The thin and tall old man's eyes immediately pierced like an awl: "This classmate, you should have come to participate in the difficult competition of Chinese studies, right?

The eyes of everyone in the room looked over, and Zhou Yuantong also secretly sweated for Jiang Shuiyuan: Most of these two old men are guests invited by the organizing committee, maybe they will be judges for future competitions. If you leave a bad impression now, the competition will be more difficult in the future!

Under the gaze of everyone, Jiang Shuiyuan Shi Shiran stood up: "I have naturally read the "Disciple Rules" in the next place, and I not only know the two sentences of 'parents teach, you must listen respectfully' and 'before respecting the elders, the voice should be low', but also know the two sentences of 'relatives have been wrong, admonishing more', 'low and not listening, but it is not appropriate'. ”

The short and fat old man's face was happy: "Have you ever had a dear?" This little friend, do you also think that the Huangmei season is often sunny?"

The tall and thin old man immediately retorted: "It's obviously rainy in the Huangmei season!"

Jiang Shuiyuan said: "I think the two seniors may have forgotten the verses of another Southern Song poet, otherwise they would not have argued so much." ”

"Which poem?" asked the two of them in unison.

"Dai retro "Early Summer Tour Zhang Garden" sentence, 'ripe plum weather is semi-cloudy'. It can be seen that the Huangmei season is half cloudy and half sunny, cloudy and sunny, and the two seniors are very reasonable. ”

The two old men were stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed heartily: "This little slippery head, at a young age, he can do the essence of a good gentleman, and he can ride a good wall! Yes, yes, the Huangmei season is indeed half cloudy and half sunny, cloudy and sunny, everyone has a reason." By the way, Xiaoyou, which school are you from? It's really rare to have such a talented person!"

"Thanks to the praise of the two predecessors, in the source of the Xiajiang River, from the Huai'an Fu Middle School affiliated to Jingshi University. ”

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