There is a small mountain villa ten miles west of Xunyang suburbs, this small manor hidden in the depths of the dense forest and mountains is more like a paradise, the mountain spring is murmuring and the white crane returns, a stream flows into this small garden from the mountain, and the stream water flows into the garden along the pebbles paved into a clear artificial canal. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A lantana tree floated a red petal blown by the wind and landed on the stream, flowing quietly along the water.

A middle-aged man in a coarse linen robe sat on the side of the creek, his feet soaking in the water of the creek and river with a bit of a sinister view, his feet stepping on the shiny pebbles, and a pot of tea boiling beside him was steaming.

Sitting on the other side of the river was another middle-aged man in a long robe, his black and dense hair delicately combed into a dignified bun, which looked neat, and there was not a trace of wrinkles in his meticulous clothes. He sat cross-legged, with thick purple grapes hanging from the trellis above his head, and a few bees flying idly on the trellis.

"The water in the mountains is so cold. The man in the sackcloth shirt propped his hands behind his back, looking up at the grape trellis above his head and the hot sunlight passing through the leaves, and couldn't help but admire.

The middle-aged man sitting across from him smiled slightly and replied, "Lord Wang, the servants below cooked rice with the water you used to soak your feet. ”

If anyone hears his name, they will not believe that this poor peasant man in a sackcloth shirt is a prince, and his scruffy beard does not look like a nobleman.

The man glared at him and said unhappily, "I have already asked them to go to the mountain to fetch water, besides, are my feet dirty?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, as if smiling, and the book in his hand was a little mottled by the light under the pergola.

The man called Wang Ye lifted the copper kettle on the stove behind him, and made two cups of tea for himself and the man, the first cup of foam was poured into the stream at his feet, and then went back and forth until the third cup before picking up the tea and handing it to the middle-aged man opposite, the man smiled slightly and took the teacup and then took it with both hands.

He picked up the tea and took a sip gently, and then exclaimed: "The prince's tea art is still so fine." ”

The coarse cloth man smiled slightly with the tea, but did not drink it, but shook it gently, as if full of memories and said, "No one has drunk my tea for a long time." ”

"I heard that the Dean also praised your tea skills. ”

The coarse cloth man smiled even more happily when he heard this, and the tea in his hand was no longer hot, so he took it up and took a sip gently, this tea has a very earthy name, called "duck feces fragrant". But this tea is very beautiful, like thousands of blooming Buddha's hands, as thin as a needle, open from the bottom of the bowl upwards, delicate and moving.

The middle-aged man took only one sip of tea, then placed the cup beside him, he straightened his cuffs, a glimmer of light hit the corner of his forehead, he reached out and touched it, there seemed to be a scar.

"I don't know what the dean is thinking. He muttered to himself, picking up the book beside him and reading it.

The man of the coarse cloth had drunk half of the bowl of tea, and felt very satisfied, when a lost fish swam past his feet, and he lifted his toes slightly, and the fish swam over with great interest, and swayed at his feet.

"We never knew what the dean thought. He looked down at the fish, and the little fish wagged its tail without fear, "Just know that the dean doesn't want to care about these things." ”

The man looked up at him, "How many fish have swam through?"

"Three of a kind, and one more this year. ”

"But this year the fisherman is back. ”

The man in coarse linen shook his foot, and the fish was so frightened that it swam upstream, and disappeared into the stream in the blink of an eye. He raised his head and looked at the scholar in front of him, then smiled and said, "It's okay, the fisherman is going to see the deep sea." ”

A gust of wind blows, the branches and leaves on the grape trellis are gently swayed, and the voracious bees are happy to suck the nectar and sap of the flowers, only the larks chirp, and the mountain breeze blows through the trees and then blows in this quiet summer resort.

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When Jiang He stopped writing and looked up, the yellow incense burned to the last section of green smoke, and a slight wind blew, and the remaining firelight glowed with a dull light. A gong sounded from outside the courtyard, accompanied by a loud shout.

"The quiz is over!"

The invigilator walked to the middle of the room with a knife and announced the closing of the papers. Jiang He raised his pen, carefully wrote his name neatly on the signature column in the leftmost corner of the page, and then rubbed his palm, which was still a little sweaty, and picked up his things and went out.

The examination room was already crowded with people, and some candidates who had submitted their papers in advance but had not left also crowded out of the fence, looking this way as hard as they could, and most of them wanted to see which students were who had persevered to the end. Even on the wall of the alley, there were many people sitting on it, waiting for the gong to sound before they came out.

Most of the students who came out in front of them are familiar faces, there are previous students who have been referred to twice, and there are even "older" candidates who have been referred to three times.

The next group of students came out as new or familiar or already well-known.

"Look, the first-class student of Nanshan Tutorial School is really the last to come out, but looking at his appearance, I don't feel confident. ”

"Isn't that Fang Wenhua, who is known as the first prodigy in Jinsha Country, his face is not very good. ”

"I heard that the apprentice of Li Qiubai, the first poet immortal in the southern country, also came to the exam, why haven't you seen it yet?"

"yes, why haven't you seen my students come out yet?"

When everyone heard this, they all turned their heads to look at this poor and depressed private school teacher, who had been arguing about how good his apprentice's grades were on this street, and was ridiculed by everyone, seeing that he was holding a worn-out book under his arm, and the long shirt on his body was also patched, and even the soles of his shoes were still covered with thick dust, which made him look like a down-and-out scholar. Someone in the crowd sneered and said, "The student you teach like this must have already handed in the papers, why don't you go back and take a look, maybe your precious genius student is already hiding his face in your study and crying at the moment." ”

Everyone laughed, the man's face turned red, as if he was very annoyed, he rolled up his sleeves, his hands on his waist, it seemed that if the few people around him taunted him again, he was ready to fight with them, but before he could put on a menacing appearance, he was pushed back by the soldiers who maintained order behind, and he almost fell.

When they saw this, they burst out laughing.

Jiang He walked behind slowly, still thinking about his answer just now, from the first question to the last question, Jiang He re-deduced and re-answered, and felt that there should still be no big problem, and his annotation had been simplified to easy to understand.

Just as he was thinking, a white palm patted his shoulder, Jiang He turned his head, and a young man with a white face of seventeen or eighteen was looking at him with a smile, he was wearing a washed white green shirt, a simple green belt was tightly tied around his waist, his face was very white, just a little thin, and he looked a little malnourished.

"Brother!" the man smiled exaggeratedly, a dimple hanging lightly on his cheek.

Jiang He had to turn around and say hello and said, "Hello." ”

"I saw that my brother was calm, should he have done well in this test?"

Jiang He smiled, and then replied: "It's okay, some questions are not easy to answer." ”

The man nodded, in great affirmation, and then walked over to Jiang He, who was half a head taller than him. The man looked at Jiang He, then took another half step forward, turned his head to Jiang He, and said, "I also feel a little difficult, I can't answer seven of the previous silent questions, and I don't know how to answer the third essay question in the back." ”

Jiang He silently followed him out, and after only a few steps, he suddenly turned around and asked, "What about you, brother, how many questions have you answered?" ”

Jiang He scratched his ears and cheeks, and then replied, "Well, I haven't written four of them, but I've finished answering the essay questions." ”

The man turned his head and looked at Jiang He with a distrustful expression, there was a faint disdain in it, and he said: "Brother Tai, I know, according to my master, this chatting with people can't be left behind. But you... He stared, as if he didn't know what to say, and finally said seriously after a long while, "You're pretending to be too much!"

"Uh... Jiang He touched his nose and didn't know how to answer, he had to look at the white young man in front of him, and then replied seriously: "But I really answered, I just don't know if it's right or not." ”

Hearing this, the contempt and disdain in the man's eyes became even deeper, and he shook his head, thinking to himself how young people today are so impetuous, and they came out to walk the rivers and lakes without even reading all the books, which is really unusual.

He sighed old-fashioned and said, "Brother Tai, it's okay, I'll come back this year, but next year, I will definitely take care of you, my junior brother." ”

Jiang He was slapped on the shoulder by him again, and he didn't know what to say, so he had to pull the corners of his mouth and smile, and then quietly followed the discharge door. The two walked side by side this time, and this was the young man's still high-spirited appearance, as if he had won the first place. He walked to the gate of the courtyard, looked at the bustling crowd outside, waved his hand happily, a picture of a bag, the door was not wide, he also opened his arms to face the sea, the river was blocked by him, and he had to stand speechless and wait for him to finish.

But Jiang He suddenly heard a cold snort from behind him, and he was about to remind the white scholar to hurry down from the door and let others pass, but before he could speak, he suddenly felt a violent fluctuation of vitality, and before he could react, a gust of wind had arrived, rushing towards Jiang He and the scholar standing at the door, and the violent fluctuations made Jiang He's cheeks hurt!