The next day, it was warm and cold, and the cold rain deceived the flowers.

Wu Jin looked at his father with two dark blue circles under his eyes, and then braved the drizzle to enter the state school "Feiran Academy" to study.

Stepping into the second gate, I saw that the rankings of the previous two days' arithmetic private examinations were posted on the powder walls on both sides of the school, and my classmates were watching with their heads held high.

When someone saw Wu Jin coming, they smiled and said, "The first name is here." ”

Everyone looked back at Wu Jin, and Wu Jin reluctantly smiled without words.

Someone pointed to one of the people who came in and smiled: "The bottom one is also here." ”

Cheng Ting, the son of the prefect, snorted nonchalantly: "Of course Wu Jin is good at arithmetic, he sells cakes every day, and if he doesn't study well, wouldn't he lose all his pants." ”

After finishing speaking, he led the three mouse feces best friend to stride in, and when he passed by Wu Jin, he slammed into Wu Jin's shoulder: "Stinky cake seller, if you have the ability, you will also take the first place in your essays." ”

Wu Jin's essays are not good, and he can only be moderate if he tries his best.

The first class this morning is the essay class, and the speaker came out with the question of "Candle Dragon Perching on the Cold Door", limited to one stick of incense, and asked everyone to make a trial poem and hand it in.

This question is from "North Wind Travel", Wu Jin thought for a moment, and first used the first couplet to solve the problem.

"Rain, broken Guanyin stone."

How to take on the topic in the second couplet, but he couldn't think of a good sentence for a while, and countless words and sentences flowed in his mind, mixed with the blood and sweat flowing from his father's body, which made him dizzy, his eyes were sour, and it always seemed that there were tears accumulated in it.

When the incense burned out, there was still only this couplet on the volume, and naturally he was criticized by Lang, Cheng Ting gloated and sneered at Wu Jin, Lang said it above, and he talked about it below.

Speaking of the important point, he couldn't bear it anymore, and angrily pulled Cheng Ting up: "You can say so, you come!" ”

Cheng Ting shut up stupidly and returned the cleanliness in the school.

After lunch, Wu Jin took the essay lecturer's homework and walked to the Tibetan pavilion at the back of the academy, looking at the surrounding scenery, wanting to make a good poem about Wing Chun.

The drizzle outside the pavilion is hazy, the wind has been cold, everywhere is a wet wet, cold and has a shape, cotton like silk, sharp as a needle, drill into the limbs of people.

An elm tree in front of him was about to hang on a string, but he only looked up at this time to see it.

Suddenly, Cheng Ting's voice broke his meditation: "I am the most powerful writer of essays and poems, and today Mr. asked me to go up and talk about it, will you?" ”

"No, it won't."

The voice of the reply was sweet and crunchy, like a juicy big white pear.

Wu Jin turned his head to look, and saw Cheng Ting holding an umbrella, and very enthusiastically led a little girl into the Xi Temple next to the Tibetan Pavilion.

There was a yellow dog in the Xi Temple, and he stepped on the dog's leg, and the dog lazily "tsked" and fell down again.

He took the umbrella and said to the little girl as if offering a treasure: "This dog is big, do you want to ride!" ”

The big yellow dog drooped his face, turned around, and pointed his butt at him.

The little girl was wearing a red gown, with two horned buns tied with red rope on her head, and a golden lock of longevity hanging on her chest, and replied with a small face: "No." ”

Cheng Ting's heart was not dead, and he frowned at the little girl: "Do you want to come to the state to study, I asked my father to tell the mountain chief to run a female school in the academy, so that you can come out to play every day." ”

The little girl looked down at the dog: "I don't like to read." ”

"I don't like it either, we're bosom friends," he also looked down at the dog, "it still rolls, I'll let it roll you one." ”

After that, he kicked the big yellow dog: "Wu Jin, get out, roll." ”

The little girl wondered, "What is the name of the dog?" ”

"The dog doesn't have that name, I call it that." Wu Jin walked out of the Tibetan Pavilion, and he was about to be laughed at by Cheng Ting, and even the depression in his heart dissipated a lot.

Cheng Ting suddenly saw Wu Jin, and immediately blushed with shame, and glared at Wu Jin angrily: "Stinky cake seller, you dare to eavesdrop on the master's speech!" ”

Without waiting for Wu Jin to speak, he turned his head to take the little girl's hand: "Let's go!" ”

The little girl hid her thin palm and didn't let Cheng Ting pull her: "You send me to my brother's." ”

"Well, go yourself." Cheng Ting reluctantly took his hand back.

"You're afraid of him?"

"I'm not afraid," Cheng Ting replied arrogantly, "Who is afraid of him, I'm just a little afraid!" ”

He stuffed the umbrella to Wu Jin: "Brother Biscuit, you send her to Mingjingtang, if she loses a strand of hair, the master will not be able to spare you tomorrow." ”

After that, he realized that the little girl had been out for too long, and his brother was afraid that he would find her, so he immediately pulled out his legs and disappeared.

Only Wu Jin and the little girl were left in the Xi Ancestral Hall.

Wu Jin recognized that this little girl was the big buyer last night, and now that she looked closer, she felt more and more that this child had a good appearance, with red phoenix eyes, long eyelashes and black clusters, and ruddy lips, like flower petals.

He opened his umbrella: "Let's go." ”

The two walked up the stone path one left and one right, passed through the two ancestral halls, and turned right to cross a long corridor.

Outside the corridor, there is a yellow sand tank with a big belly and a sharp bottom, which raises a jar of water, and two koi fish with red gold points swim in it, rippling in a circle.

The little girl stopped by the tank and didn't leave, and buried her head in looking at the fish: "There are fish." ”

Wu Jin stopped and turned around, and also stood by the fish tank, and after a while, the little girl had seen enough fish, and the two continued to walk towards the Ming Jing Hall.

Walking outside the Ming Jing Hall, the door was closed, the little girl thanked Wu Jin, stepped forward to push the door open, as soon as the door was opened, a harsh voice came out of the room: "Don't use mules, that was the rule of your Mo family a hundred years ago, now people have changed, and the rules have naturally changed!" ”

Wu Jin immediately strode back, wanting to leave this place as far away as possible.

The surname Mo is a big surname entrenched in the northwest a hundred years ago, according to the ten states in the northwest, called Fuyuan Army, the Jokhang Dynasty returned to the dynasty when the country was founded, even if it returned to the dynasty, it was like a silent rebellion.

Later, Emperor Zhaozong lured the Mo family to enter Beijing as a hostage, and forced the Mo family to enter Beijing to dedicate land.

Wu Jin strode back to the Tibetan Pavilion, tried his best to make the poem, and when he returned to school, he heard the little girl's voice again.

She called her brother in a loud voice, first chirping about fish, then talking about the big yellow dog, and finally bleating to Cheng Ting's Zhuang, innocent and flowing out of her high and low voice, even the wind became lively.

Wu Jin quickened her pace, but she didn't expect to meet the little girl.

The little girl jumped down from the steps, jumped in front of Wu Jin with a "bang", she stood firm, looked up at Wu Jin, and opened her mouth to laugh.

Before Wu Jin could speak, an urgent voice came from behind her: "Ah Yan! ”

Then a man hurried up with two attendants, and before he could get down the steps, he had already opened his umbrella, and stepped forward in three steps and two steps, and caged the little girl under the umbrella.

Wu Jin thought to herself: "It turns out that her milk name is Ah Yan." ”

Ah Yu Niang stretched out her hand and pointed at Wu Jin: "Brother, he sent me back." ”

The man with the umbrella removed the umbrella in his hand, raised his head, and looked at Wu Jin.

His gaze passed through the cold wind and drizzle, through the dim light, and sharply covered Wu Jin.

Wu Jin took a step back, but did not grovel, but calmly looked back, and saw that the other party was wearing a regular clothes, there was nothing that could identify him, and his face was only about thirty, so he bowed slightly and saluted.

The man did not return the salute, politely thanked Wu Jin, took Ah Yan's hand and left.