Sandalwood swirls and candlelight flickers.

A cup of tea, a book.

Sitting cross-legged on the small collapse was a gentle old man, the old man was wearing a white-washed round-necked Confucian shirt, his face was calm, and he had the bearing of Taishan collapse and the color remained unchanged.

The smile that seemed to be there always hung on the old man's face, just like the eye-catching text panel in the room, which was unforgettable at a glance.

There was a long ruler on the case, and the old man's eyes were closed one by one, revealing a bit of idleness.

A few teenagers below are immersed in writing, all of them are richly dressed, and one of them is a famous talent prodigy in Hangzhou.

"Old man......"

A sound that didn't match the inside of the room rang out.

The old man glanced at the visitor, it was the porter in the house, and he said casually: "Is it an old friend visiting?" ”

The porter pinched the famous thorn and said, "No, it's a man named Xu Qian, who came to pay homage to the master." ”

The word Xu Qian has long been famous in Hangzhou, although the old man is silent, but the teenagers have put down the pen in their hands and raised their eyes in surprise.

Xu Qian ...... Is it the Xu Qian who has become famous recently? The old man frowned.

"It seems that yes, he does look like a scholar, but he is not very old, only twelve or thirteen years old." The porter replied honestly.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, and said, "This son is a madman, but he also came to pay homage to the old man?" ”

"Mr. Wu." At this time, a disciple said: "It is said that this person is suspected of cheating in the county examination, and he is from a lowly servant. ”

Another disciple said, "Such a person actually came to pay homage to Mr., he is not afraid of polluting Mr.'s court?" ”

"A few days ago, I heard that the son of the prefect's family also had a lot of complaints about this person, and seemed to intend to make him ugly."

Mr. Wu's face was pale and clear, but when he heard the son of the prefect's family, his pupils inadvertently shrank, and he said slowly: "Born in a cheap servant, he is also suspected of cheating, such a person, the old man is not seen." Go tell that kid and let him go quickly. ”

The porter was ordered to go.

But there is a young and handsome son: "This person's "Reading is Good" has a long aftertaste, which makes people listen to it once and still unforgettable. People who can make such words and sentences, why should a small county test cheat? I'm afraid that it won't be true, so what's the matter if Mr. meets him? ”

Although this young man is young, he is Mr. Wu's protégé, and he is also very famous in Hangzhou, not only has an excellent family background, but also ranks first in the government examination and the hospital examination last year, and is the best at poetry.

When a teenager becomes famous, he is a genius, that is, a prodigy, and sooner or later he will soar into the sky and become a blockbuster, and Mr. Wu has always favored him.

It's just that Mr. Wu's face turned cold, and he almost sneered: "This is wrong, Tong Zhi, you are too ignorant of the world, such a crazy life is nothing more than attracting people's attention." Don't be deceived by him, I have heard a little about him, this son is from a meager background, he is not yet self-reflective, but he wants to learn the crazy attitude. The Qiantang Zhang family and many gentry families are deeply disgusted by this person, such a person is still less troublesome, Wu Guo ......"

The porter said, "The villain is here." ”

Mr. Wu's eyes were cold, and he said coldly: "Send it away, sue him, the old man has never heard of the word Xu Qian, and I don't know who he is. ”

"Yes."

The porter didn't even hand over the thorn, but went as fast as he could.

When he returned to the gate, Xu Qian and Deng Jian were still waiting outside, since the master had spoken, the porter was no longer polite, sneered, threw the famous thorn to Xu Qian, and said: "My lord said that the son of a lowly servant cannot be elegant, let you go back from where you come from, go quickly, go quickly, my lord is so noble, don't humiliate my lord's court." ”

Deng Jian was furious and said, "The dog slave also dares to speak out. Do you know who I am? ”

Seeing that the porter ignored it, Deng Jian rolled up his sleeves and said, "I won't clean up your ...... today."

Xu Qian frowned, although he realized that the other party might ignore it, but he never thought that he would be so polite, although he was angry, he saw that Deng Jian was going to make trouble, and hurriedly persuaded: "Let's go, this kind of dog looks down on people, what should he do." ”

Deng Jian scolded the porter a few words, and was almost dragged away by Xu Qian.

Along the way, Xu Qian didn't say anything, pursed his lips lightly, and didn't say a word.

Deng Jian said stupidly: "What? Brother Xu is angry? ”

Xu Qian suddenly sneered, with a chill in his smile, and said, "What am I doing when I'm angry?" Those who look down on me, sooner or later I will make them regret it. ”

Deng Jian hurriedly patted him on the shoulder and said, "If you can still brag, I'll be much more relieved, but now I can't worship the teacher, what should I do?" ”

Fang Cai's incident suddenly made Xu Qian understand that the people he offended were not just the Zhang family, but the entire gentry class, these people had the right to speak, they could reverse black and white, they could refer to the deer as a horse, what kind of celebrity surnamed Wu relied on fame? How dare you offend the gentry, thinking about it like this, it is not surprising that the surnamed Wu has a strong voice towards himself.

"These people are ridiculous and hateful, and sooner or later, I will let them know how good I am." Xu Qian cursed in his heart, but he couldn't help but be calm.

In fact, he was forced to embark on this road to fame, and with his background, he should have expected this situation a long time ago.

He smiled and said, "The world despises me, insults me, and looks down on me, what should I do?" ”

This sentence is not a self-question or a rhetorical question, Deng Jian said: "Naturally, I don't deal with them anymore." ”

Xu Qian smiled and said: "Wrong, the more others look down on you, the more you have to work hard, this is why everyone is keen on fame, with fame can soar to the sky, in order to instantly turn your fate around, it's not interesting to talk to you about this, go, I'll take you to drink." ”

Deng Jian was suddenly excited, and he couldn't think of a blessing in disguise, so he hurriedly said: "Brother Xu is so generous today, okay, I won't talk about this, let's eat and drink." ”

The two of them found a wine shop at random, ordered a few side dishes, and then began to eat, this time Xu Qian was depressed and not reserved, and his stomach was a little dizzy after a glass of wine.

Deng Jian's wine has always been very poor, every time he gets drunk, he starts to go crazy, and later, he is as motionless as a puddle of mud, just looking at Xu Qian with drunk eyes, and laughing: "Uncle Deng, I have been in Hangzhou for 19 years, who dares to provoke me?" Brother Xu, if anyone dares to provoke you in the future, you will report my name. ”

Xu Qian laughed: "It's useless to report your name, and others don't know you." ”

Deng Jian said angrily: "Who said that? You report my name, and give the town to guard the eunuch and the prince's mansion ......"

Xu Qian was dumbfounded, and suddenly came to his senses, and couldn't help thinking: "Yes, even Deng Jian knows how to pull a tiger skin to open his eyes for himself, if he has a tiger skin, what will those shameless celebrities look like?" It turns out that this world is not necessarily about who is powerful or whose status is high, but whether you have a tiger skin, hey...... I've been messing around for so many years, and I've been ruined by the old man, but I don't even understand this truth. ”

He had an understanding in his heart, and said to Deng Jian: "You stay here, I'll go out for a walk and breathe." ”

Deng Jian looked at Xu Qian with resentment and said, "You...... Don't you want me......"

Shameless thing!

Xu Qian scolded in his heart, got up dizzily, and staggered out.

At sunset, the streets of Hangzhou City are a little depressed, here is not the West Lake, there are no countless painting boats, there are no countless sullen tourists and merchants along the coast, and there is no young master who spends a lot of money, here and the materialistic Hangzhou City, as if cut in half.

What people will always remember is only the West Lake and the Qinhuai River, which sing every night, and who knows, in fact, most of the time, most of the people who live here actually work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

These are two worlds, Xu Qian has a kind of restlessness leading to the world of night sheng song in this dull world, he must run towards the lively place of the lights, just like his ambition, he will not be willing to be obscure, he must have a good voice.

After crossing a street, Xu Qian didn't know where he was, but he just saw the huge mansion, the towering door wall, and the door wall, where many people were crowded together to look at something, and let out an amazing sigh.

"This is Yang Qing's poem of Yang Caizi, you see, it was just written on a whim, on the wall of Mr. Xie's door, and people refused to brush it off, which shows the name of this Yang Caizi."

"What do you know, Yang Caizi's impromptu work happened to be written on the wall of the Xie family, the Xie family not only didn't care, but let people protect it, isn't this a good story in my Hangzhou?"

"I heard that Yang Qing is the first talented young man in Hangzhou, and he is the proud protégé of Mr. Wu, but this time he is involved in the Xie family, but I am afraid that he will become famous."

Heard Mr. Wu......

Xu Qian's already restless heart suddenly turned into anger, and he pushed away the crowd to find out.