The next day, Wang Yu instructed Wang Kangda: "You go collect evidence, and I'll go see Han Sheng."

She thought about it all night and decided to go and find out Han Sheng's personality in person before making a decision.

On the morning of this day, Wang Yu pretended to be a passer-by and went to Han Sheng's house to beg for water.

"Knock knock."

As soon as Wang Yu knocked on the door, the wooden door opened a crack.

"Is anyone home?" Wang Yu looked in and asked loudly.

Her gaze swept over the wooden door and saw that it was broken, and there was no bolt.

Looking inside, there were two dilapidated cases in the outer room, and on one case there were several notched bowls and teapots.

On the other case were books, paper, pens, etc., and the books were neatly arranged, and it was evident that the owner cherished them, and there were three pieces of paper and an inferior brush that had not been dipped in ink.

On the ground next to the case, there was a branch, and there were many words written on the ground, it seemed that Han Sheng should be practicing calligraphy on the ground.

Wang Yu looked around, in addition to these, there was only a dilapidated cabinet and a black stove, which was indeed a home with four walls.

"Who?"

Han Sheng walked out of the inner room and saw Wang Yu, his eyes were surprised: "It's you?" I've seen you in Gongin. ”

Seeing that Han Sheng recognized her, Wang Yu smiled: "It's you, I remember that we were in the same row for the exam, and we met again today, it's really fate." ”

When it came to the exam, Han Sheng suddenly became vigilant: "What are you doing at my house?" ”

"My surname is Li, I am the seventh, you can call me Qilang." Wang Yu said with a smile: "I was playing nearby, I was separated from my family, and I was very thirsty, so I wanted to come in and ask for a glass of water."

"I knocked on the door, and I called someone, but you didn't hear me, and then the door was unlocked, and I came in."

Wang Yu explained again: "I was so thirsty that I came in, you won't mind, right?" ”

Seeing that her expression was sincere and not like a lie, Han Sheng relaxed his vigilance, he glanced at the clothes on Wang Yu's body, and then looked down at the patches on his clothes, and suddenly became cramped.

"I ...... If you don't dislike it, I'll pour you a bowl of water. ”

"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it, I'm very grateful if you can give me water to drink." Wang Yu hurriedly said.

Hearing her say this, Han Sheng walked to a few cases, picked the cleanest and most complete bowl, and poured a bowl of water for Wang Yu.

"Here you go."

"Thank you."

Wang Yu looked down at the bowl of water, did not hesitate, and drank it all in one go.

Seeing her actions, Han Sheng was a little surprised.

The little Langjun in front of him looked like he was from an extraordinary background, and he didn't dislike his family's dirty bowls or his family's water?

"Ahem...... Dalang, who's coming? ”

There was a cough in the inner room, followed by a hoarse female voice.

Wang Yu knew that this was Han Sheng's mother, Liu, and his father was taken to Baoning Hall by Dr. Zhang to treat his leg.

"A-Niang, it's ......" Han Sheng looked at Wang Yu, not knowing how to introduce it.

Wang Yu bypassed Han Sheng, walked to the curtain where the outer room and the inner room met, and said softly: "Lady, I am Li Qilang, and I am also a candidate for the children's subject this time, so it can be regarded as a ...... Dalang's classmate. ”

"Classmates...... cough cough cough ...... Hello Lang, ......"

Hearing that she was uncomfortable, Wang Yu hurriedly said: "Lady, don't talk, you can rest if you are not feeling well, and I will talk to Da Lang outside." ”

"Ahem...... Good. ”

Wang Yu walked to the bookcase, sat on the ground, and while talking to Han Sheng, he looked at the paper on the bookcase: "You haven't said what your surname is?" ”

There were three pieces of paper scattered on the bookcase, and the paper was full of poems, and one of them had annotations on it, which was supposed to be that of Mr. Teach.

"My surname is Han, you ......"

"Han Dalang, I want to exchange with you about the experience of taking the children's subject, are you willing?"

“…… Good. ”

Wang Yu took the initiative to pick up the branches on the ground and wrote in another open space: "I had some doubts when I did this question that day......

Han Sheng was attracted to her and sat down beside her, looking at the ground.

Hearing the discussion outside, Liu struggled to get up from the bed, lifted the corner of the curtain and looked out.

"Ahem......"

Liu Shi hurriedly covered his mouth and suppressed the cough.

She watched the two little figures sitting on the ground outside, each holding a branch and writing for a while before handing it to the other, talking eloquently and looking very harmonious.

A smile crept up Liu's haggard face, adding a bit of brilliance to her.

"Did you write the poem on the paper?"

"Makes you laugh."

"No, I think those poems are good, better than the poems I wrote."

"Shichiro is lifted."

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Be an official."

"Why?"

"Because then I can take care of Aya and A-Niang, as well as the rest of the village."

"It takes a lot of money, and my father said that the income of an official is not high, and unless you are a corrupt official, you don't have much money."

"No, no, no, I don't want a lot of money, it's enough to have food and clothing, I just want to be an official and do something for the people in the village, they are too hard......"

Wang Yu saw that his face showed compassion that did not match his age, and his heart was touched.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.

"Shichiro ......"

"Shichiro ......"

Wang Yu put down the branch and slowly stood up: "My family has found me." ”

As he spoke, he ran to the door and shouted outside, "I'm here." ”

Soon, two guards appeared in front of Wang Yu.

"You guys came just in time, I broke the door of Han Dalang's house just now, you can fix it quickly." Wang Yu pointed to the bolt of the door.

Guard: "......"

Before coming out, the master didn't say that he still had to repair the door......

Han Sheng saw where Wang Yu was pointing, and hurriedly said, "No, that's ...... in the first place."

"Ah, you bought food, I'm hungry."

Wang Yu took the paper bag from the guard's hand, walked to the table where the bowls and jars were placed, and opened it, and beckoned Han Sheng in his mouth: "Han Dalang, come here, let's eat together." ”

The two guards glanced at each other and resigned themselves to repairing the door.

After all, Han Sheng was only a ten-year-old child, and the smell of food attracted him, and he couldn't help but walk towards Wang Yu.

Wang Yu handed over one of the paper bags: "Send this to your aunt, she should be hungry too." ”

Han Sheng glanced at her, thanked her, and walked to the inner room with the paper bag in his hand.

Sent food to his mother, and Han Sheng shared the food with Wang Yu with confidence.

Wang Yu ate very slowly, and he ate very little, and when he saw that the guards had repaired the door, he said to Han Sheng: "I should go back, and I will come to play with you next time." ”

After saying that, he left with the guards.

Han Sheng, who hasn't had time to send off the guest yet: "......"

“…… Da Lang ...... Ahem......"

"A-Niang, I'm here."

Liu Shi held Han Sheng's hand tightly, a little excited: "Da Lang, cough cough...... I'm afraid you've met a nobleman. ”

……

After Wang Yu went back, he wrote out the poems written by Han Sheng and showed them to Yuan Tiangang.

"Master, what do you think of these poems?"

Yuan Tiangang took the poem and looked at it, and nodded when he saw it: "Well, although the text is a little immature, the artistic conception is far-reaching, and it can be seen that the ambition is not small." ”

He looked up: "You did it?" ”

"No, a poem by a friend." Wang Yu sat down across from him: "Master, can you see the character of the poet through these poems?" ”

Yuan Tiangang: "Why don't you tell me his name, and I'll give him a hexagram." ”

Wang Yu: "......"

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