In the early morning, after the rooster crows, a line of fish belly white rises in the sky, and it is bright and dim.

It rained in the middle of the night yesterday, the bluestone road was wet, the spring was cold, and the wind was still cold.

Out of the courtyard gate, Qin Xing and Mason were already waiting there, Qin Xingzhi replied, calligraphy, cultural relics, etc., as well as clothes had been put on the carriage, and before leaving, he had to say goodbye to the old lady and the second master and the second lady.

Shun Yu looked at him happily, pursed his lips and smiled, and turned around to see the old lady in Hanmo Courtyard.

When I arrived at the door of the main room, I saw the little girl followed by Yanhong Yanchun waiting on the front porch, and the girl on the side wanted to go in to reply, but was stopped by Shunyu, but I heard the old lady's reprimand and Yanhong Yanchun's only voice in the room.

About half an hour later, the curtain rattled, and Yan Hong and the two came out with their heads down, seeing him lazy, and they didn't want to talk more and go first.

Shun Yu just entered the room to say good morning, the old lady was sitting in the Taishi chair, with an ancient book spread in front of him, frowning and eating tea, his face was cold.

When I looked up and saw that it was Shun Yu, my expression was slightly slow, and I asked where I learned from the book and how the eight-strand literary system was.

sighed, and asked him to take care of Yanhong Yanchun two more in the school, urging him to study hard, and not to do the business of stealing chickens and dogs.

Shun Yu agreed one by one, chatted a few more words, and then said goodbye and left.

I went to see the Liu family again, because Qin Zhongsu was in Aunt Jiang's room, so he couldn't be disturbed, and it happened that Yan Hong and Yan Chun met in the garden, and they all got into the carriage and went out of the house.

Suddenly, I heard the melodious sound of strings, looking through the window, the old man selling wonton chicken at the entrance of the market sat on a bamboo chair and played the huqin, and the business was better.

The school is in the alley of Dengcao Wangjia next to the Guanyin Temple in Dongcheng, which is an ancestral house of the Qin family, and a courtyard has been opened up to be used as a school. Shun Yu looks fresh, red wall and green tile, enter the door only to see the courtyard deep and wide, half-cut small pond, next to the hybrid camphor pine, because it is early spring without flowers, there is an ancient willow, the tip of the branch is green.

Entering the main room, the tables and chairs were lined up in five rows, and most of the children of the clan came, including Mengtong, who was six or seven years old, with sleepy eyes, and seventeen or eighteen years old who wanted to take the meritorious examination, all of whom were shaking their heads and reading.

Mr. Zhao Huanan, who is teaching, is already sitting, in the year of the sixtieth year, wearing a square scarf, the body is thin, and the green cloth is long and spacious.

In front of the table, there are calligraphy, ink, pens, inkstones, small bamboo and wood boards, and a blue and white porcelain bowl and tea cup, which are steaming hot.

Shun Yu first bowed to the Confucius god on the offering table, and then went to Zhao Huanan to make a bow.

Zhao Huanan is taking a Mengtong pair test, which is nothing more than a regular battle such as "clouds vs. rain, snow vs. wind, bee waist vs. butterfly wings, seepage vs. muddy", that Mengtong was still stammering, his face sank, and he admonished in a low voice, he had no time to take care of Shun Yu and them, and let them slip into the hall.

Shun Yu originally wanted to find a place alone, but was pulled by Yanhong Yanchun to sit in a corner of the third row. Before and after, they were all familiar with each other and used to playing, using books to block half of the face probe, crooked eyebrows and slanted glances at Yan Hong, who took out books, pens, papers, etc. from the cultural relics box, and took out a delicate mandarin duck inkstone.

A girl named Qin Run chuckled: "Which girl gave you the love thing?" ”

Yan Hong hurriedly put it away again, and took out another square inkstone, while being a little proud: "Take the wrong one." Wuluan Lou that Lin Jiaoer loves to dance and ink, and gave her a bamboo carved flower and bird pattern brush last time, she invited me into the room to drink and listen to music, this mandarin duck inkstone I didn't come easily, this trip must be with the amorous lady with the mandarin mandarin tent. ”

The words fell, but no one echoed it, Yan Hong looked at it strangely, and the few people who were still smiling were all looking like they couldn't bury their heads in the book, their hearts suddenly tightened, and they secretly shouted badly.

As soon as he raised his eyes, Zhao Huanan stood beside him, with his hands behind his back, his face was blue and his eyes were blazing.

Yan Hong hurriedly put the "Book of Rites" in front of him and opened it, turning his mouth and reciting it.

Zhao Huanan stood for a while, glanced at Shun Yu a few times, wearing a green silk straight jacket, a moon-white collar inlaid on his neck, and a sea blue scarf on his head.

Qin Zhong came to see him yesterday and mentioned it slightly, only to know that Shun Yu was sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was going to participate in this year's autumn township test.

And he was thirty years before he showed his talents, eight times to watch the scene, he was fifty-four years old, he tried again and again and never made a career, and then did a county in a dilapidated county, the good times did not last long and lost the official, so far the world has been bumpy, he is now white-headed scratching shorter, and he is overwhelmed.

But you look at Shunyu, Shao is bright and bright, as long as the good wind relies on the strength, it is the trend of the green clouds.

Zhao Huanan entered school at the age of ten, and his memory is full of the hardships of the Yingyue Snow Case, and he has to spend the spring and autumn season at the door of the sixtieth year.

The older a person gets, the temperament is as eccentric and impermanence as a child, once the mind is narrow-minded and self-pitying, resentment and envy will breed, if the young man is ugly or as stubborn as Yan Hong, he will not be so unhappy in his heart.

But he didn't say much, he walked towards the back table gloomily, Yan Hong breathed a long sigh of relief, Shun Yu pursed her lips, and Mr. Intuition didn't look at her well.

After Xiao Shunyu felt it, the students in the room knew that Mr. couldn't be messed with today.

Originally, whenever there was a "rest" or "annual break", Mr. knew that there must be rusty in all studies, and he would not check when he came to study, even if he asked a few students who liked him to take the exam, he could be lenient.

At this time, it is different, only give an hour, let the articles taught before the year be read and memorized, one by one to hold the book to him, face the wall to recite, Shun Yu because it is the first time to come to school, but there is no need to endorse.

So I went for most of the day.

The older young man is fine, at most he was scolded for burping or typos, most of them are like Yan Hong, stammering or simply can't recite, being knocked on the head or hitting the palm of his hand, Yan Hong was beaten a board, grinning and daring to be angry, but secretly stretched out his hand to Shun Yu to see, who is a serious young master with fine skin and tender meat, where can he afford to be beaten, a red mark on the palm of his hand is quite aggrieved, and he complained: "Today is not an auspicious day for the zodiac, so you shouldn't come to study any Laoshizi and be admonished by this hateful old man." ”

Finally, classes were suspended at noon, Zhao Huanan went to the hall to eat and rest, and the little servants of the students had already brought food boxes, and let the mother-in-law in the kitchen steam them in the steamer of the cauldron in advance, and they were all hot.

Yan Hong sat with his back against the wall, drove away the two classmates, swayed his legs on the bench, and because of the pain in his hands, Qin Gui, the little servant who came with him, knelt beside him, picked vegetables or scooped rice with spoons or chopsticks, and fed him one bite at a time.

Yan Hong looked at the dishes in Shun Yu's bowl, shook his head, and said straight to the second aunt that he was stingy, and asked Qin Gui to give him a wine-stuffed duck leg.

Qin Gui saw Shun Yu cover the bowl and refused, and said with a smile: "My master is evil, if he is good to anyone, he will dig out his heart and lungs in every way, if you don't take it, he will be full of unhappiness, but he will fall into revenge, why bother, just a duck leg!" ”