Chapter 13: Where to Find the Old Man (2)
After taking care of her thoughts, she suddenly had some eyebrows. If the person www.biquge.info was in this town, he would definitely find an inn to stay in, and the second child of the inn would probably know the names of the guests, at least, he would know the surnames of the guests, which would be convenient to call. Thinking of this, she finally let out a long sigh of relief, as if to suppress all the emotions that suddenly poured out of her, strode past the small stalls, and walked towards the inn at the end of the long street.
The shopkeeper was not there, and the one guarding the door was the same shopkeeper as last night's Golden Scale Inn, wearing burlap clothes, with an extremely ordinary appearance, and was lowering his head and brushing the abacus, Cen Kexuan looked at it at a glance, and only felt that he was less clever and smiling than the shopkeeper last night, and more obviously snobbish. People in the world are always very different, and when she first entered this inn, she had a hunch that this shopkeeper should not be very likable. In fact, she guessed right.
"Well, I'll ask you about someone." Cen Kexuan touched his nose and said a little reservedly. The shopkeeper was suddenly disturbed, very displeased, his eyebrows squinted, and said, "I don't know." "The tips of his eyes are already high, and he doesn't look very comfortable, but his look is sluggish at the moment, and his already unpleasant appearance is really annoying.
Cen Kexuan was a little angry, and couldn't help asking, "Why did I say I didn't know before I asked you?" The shopkeeper put on a stool, turned his head, ignored her, and continued to tinker with his calculations. At this moment, a drunken man in the store seemed to be about to go out, staggered, staggered over, and almost knocked Cen Kexuan down, and a strong smell of alcohol spread in the air at the same time.
"What are you doing?" Cen Kexuan frowned and hurriedly turned to the side, a little frightened, angry and aggrieved. The man ignored her completely, one was unsteady, fell to the ground, and was not in a hurry to get up, so he took the wine jug and poured it into his mouth, the wine flowed down his chin, soaking the thin green shirt, he didn't care, only to see the wine jug in his hand and shake it, blindfolded and sang loudly: "The leaves are pale, and the white dew ...... For frost, the so-called Yi people...... On the water side, on the water side......" sang and sang, and suddenly looked away, as if entering a dream, crying and laughing, crazy, I don't know whether it is joy or sadness.
Cen Kexuan saw such a scene for the first time, and he was speechless. The shopkeeper suddenly said: "I said you, you are crazy every day, and the house payment will be due today, if you don't renew it, I'm afraid that tomorrow you will have to spend the night on the street." Do you hear that? Cen Kexuan said dissatisfiedly: "Do you talk to a guest like this?" Xiao Er glanced at her, and gestured with his chin: "Look at him like that, can you still afford to pay for the house?" He shook his head incessantly.
Cen Kexuan didn't make a sound, and looked at it again, the man had already staggered to his feet, singing poems loudly and walking out of the door, his back was depressed and lonely in the slightly empty street in the afternoon. She didn't know why, but sorrow came from it.
Suddenly, a white-faced scholar entered the door, stood at the door and paused, and said with emotion: "I am also a scholar, I didn't expect him to fall into such a situation." As he spoke, he sighed, walked slowly to the shopkeeper, took out a piece of silver and pushed it on the table: "I'll help him with his room money first, and when he comes back later, you can call someone to bring him some hot tea." ”
Cen Kexuan didn't plan to ask too much, but seeing that this scholar was righteous and his words were gentle, he couldn't help but say curiously: "Do you know him?" ”
The white-faced scholar turned his face, his appearance was not outstanding, if the clothes were a little older, he would be the most common cloth-clothed scholar, he also looked at Cen Kexuan for a moment, and then replied: "There are not many scholars in this Furong town, I went to the capital to take the exam last year, and I went with him, so I naturally know him." ”
Rushing to Beijing to take the exam? Cen Kexuan was surprised: "You guys went to the capital?" Thinking of the old brother reading and practicing calligraphy in the study, and telling his father that he wanted to abandon Wu Congwen, her heart suddenly throbbed, and she continued to ask: "Then you should be locals, why do you want to live in the inn?" ”
The scholar's expression darkened, and his white robe was simple and unpretentious, and he was even more lonely: "Ten years of cold windows, I haven't won half of my fame, so what kind of face do you have to go home?" He sighed lightly.
Cen Kexuan felt that she should say something to show comfort, and was annoyed that she had never encountered a similar scene since she was a child, so she said something that she thought was considered comforting, and she didn't know if it was listened to by the person in front of her. ”
"Not really." The scholar shook his head and sighed: "If he doesn't get the first, he can take the exam again next time, or even next time, but he can ......."
"How?" Cen Kexuan hurriedly asked. The scholar smiled bitterly, and actually blamed himself: "This is also my fault, why didn't you stop him." At that time, we passed through Luoyang, and we were going to buy some plates to continue to rush on a certain day, but he somehow came to be interested that day, and wanted to go to the world-famous Banjiang Building to have a look, but this time, I saw the top girl of Banjiang Building, Jinyue. Speaking of this, the scholar let out a long sigh again, his face was both helpless and guilty.
Cen Kexuan was stunned, and it took a long time to finally understand that this drunken man was not suffering from losing his fame, but was actually an infatuated lover. Naturally, she didn't expect that she didn't know how to speak for a while, and she held it for a long time before she suddenly commented: "Since ancient times, talented people love beautiful women. "I don't know whether to sigh and sympathize with that person or praise his infatuation, but I am a little curious, what kind of beautiful woman is the top brand of Banjianglou, can make people infatuated so much, but there is Hua Yue's cold and delicate face? Or Yinqiu's intelligence and charm?
"That Jinyue girl is indeed one of the best beauties in the world, not only that, but she is also familiar with poetry, can sing and dance, and is truly a unique strange woman." Although the scholar felt deep regret for his companion, he still showed his admiration for Jinyue from his words, which made Cen Kexuan even more curious, and hurriedly asked: "There must be some stories in this, why don't you tell them?" ”
"This ......" the scholar looked hesitant and hesitated slightly. Cen Kexuan made a righteous and awe-inspiring statement, "Of course, this is your private matter, and I just want to listen to the twists and turns of this, and maybe from the perspective of a woman, I can enlighten and enlighten that brother." If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. She waved her hand as she spoke, showing a generous look of unconcernedness.
The scholar smiled awkwardly, and then said bluntly: "The girl has misunderstood. It's not that I don't want to tell it, it's just that there are no twists and turns in the meantime, and the girl is afraid that she will be disappointed when she listens to it. Cen Kexuan smiled but did not say a word, indicating that he was listening.