When Qi Chang first entered Jiusixuan on an errand, he heard Zhao Shiheng ask that question: "Those who scratch all things are not sick with the wind, what is the wind?" ”

Zhao Shiheng asked Wu Jin, Mo Lingfeng, and even Cheng Ting, but he didn't ask Qi Chang.

It seems that Zhao Shiheng thinks that his answer is not worth listening to at all.

Zhao Shiheng once said: "I teach you, not to see that you are a malleable talent, but to see how much difference between good and evil can be between the same gentleman and the same sage who reads the same sage books and teaches people." ”

Qi Chang squatted at the door, letting the cold wind blow all over his body, the light and warmth inside the door penetrated through the narrow crack in the door, he quietly stretched out his left index finger and rested it under the crack in the door, trying to steal a little warmth.

As a result, his fingers were not warm, and the door suddenly opened, and the people who came out to check the rain did not expect that Qi Chang would put his finger on the crack of the door and almost crush his finger.

Qi Chang quickly pulled out his fingers, even if it was fast, a layer of oily skin was removed from his fingers, and he shivered when it hurt, holding his left hand with his right hand, and the index finger of his left hand stretched straight out, it was purely painful, and his bones seemed to be crushed.

He got up in pain, stood aside, hung his head, unable to speak—for such a foolish act hurt his fingers, and anyone who listened to it would laugh at him.

When he tried his best to endure the pain, he tilted his head and glanced in, and saw that the candles in the room were bright, Wu Jin was long and jade, and he had changed to a large pen, his upper body was slightly tilted, and his right hand was holding a pen with his wrist hanging from his wrist, and he was writing big characters.

Looking at Wu Jin, he unconsciously put his hand down, stood up straight, and straightened his expression - Wu Jin in his eyes is like a beautiful character who came out of a book, a rare little light and warmth in this world, together with the whole warm room with light, which makes him yearn for it.

He tried his best to imitate Wu Jin's every move, the kind of spring full of branches, the eyebrows and eyes that are not angry, and the spine that will never bend.

Half an hour later, when the rain stopped, Wu Jin carried the lantern he brought, took away the diary he had written, and stepped onto the bluestone slab, walking quietly as when he came.

After everyone left, Qi Chang returned to the house.

The charcoal fire in the house was already burning very strongly, and the warmth was melting, Qi Chang squatted by the brazier, stretched out his hands, and put them on the fire to bake carefully, only to find that the index finger of his left hand, after the grinding just now, was already two big middle fingers, and there were also black bruises in his nails.

He blew on his index finger, couldn't bear it anymore, shed a little tears of pain, and waited until his body was warm, then slowly got up to clean up.

The place where Wu Jin sat was not chaotic, only a large character was still spread out, on which the Xun hexagram in the "Book of Changes" was silently written, the tea cup was neatly placed on the saucer, and there was not even a little excess water stain on the table.

He cocked his index finger, took out a piece of bamboo paper, and hung his right hand with that bit of residual ink, and silently said the same hexagram.

"A lonely boat falls on the beach, there is no water to advance and retreat, when the heavy rain overflows, there is no need to go back and forth."

After writing, he placed the two sheets of paper together.

They are all Shuzhong Jiajiang bamboo paper, all are Xuancheng Zhuge pens, they are all taught by a gentleman, they are all regular scripts, and even the font size is similar, but it is different.

Qi Chang picked up his word, walked to the brazier, squatted down, was silent for a long time, and threw himself into the brazier.

The flames rolled up suddenly, reflecting his face and hands.

He is a cat and a tiger, Dong Shi imitates the style, there is no appearance, no grace inside, no morality, no muscles and bones, at first glance, can also be eye-catching, but can not stand the scrutiny and pondering.

This is not what he said, but Zhao Shiheng personally commented - Zhao Shiheng even thought that his words were not as good as Cheng Ting.

Naturally, it can't be compared, Cheng Ting has an identity, has confidence, makes a move, is sprinkled, he can write whatever he wants, where can he compare?

He is not as diligent as Wu Jin, because he is a subordinate who comes and drinks at once, and he can't even light a lamp at night.

With a long breath, he took the fire, piled up the charcoal with charcoal ashes, carried it into his room, took up the teacup, blew out the candles, and went to the ear room in the dark.

The subordinates in the ear room yawned and complained: "This rain is really not the right time, if it doesn't rain, there won't be so many things." ”

Qi Chang shook his head: "Young Master Wu is easy to serve, if it is Cheng Sanye who comes, and he will have fun with the dog, he can't finish cleaning it up now." ”

"That's right, Cheng Sanye can make it, especially with the girl, even the stove can be blown up, don't you say that I almost forget him, he hasn't been here for a long time."

"He went to Jeju to take the test, and it should take ten days and a half to come back."

Unexpectedly, Cheng Ting came back quickly.

As soon as the examination room opened, he went straight to the dock, bought two large baskets of kumquat from the boat, let Fat Dahai carry it, and hurried back.

After the exam on August 16, he returned home on August 21 with two baskets of kumquats.

As soon as Cheng Ting arrived home, even the prefect's front office became lively, not only did the eldest sister of the Cheng family return to her parents' house, but even the big yellow dog was picked up by Mrs. Cheng from the state school for a reunion.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Cheng was in front of Cheng Taishan, and it was inconvenient to hold her beloved son in her arms and rub it, so she could only watch her son eat - Cheng Ting's meal and height are good together, and he is already a big glutton, but in Mrs. Cheng's eyes, her son can still be loved in her arms.

As soon as Cheng Taishan left, Mrs. Cheng immediately took her son to her side, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, and Cheng Ting replied with a big grin, eat well, sleep well, there is no wind in the examination room, and there is no rain, compared to the last time, this time is simply a blessing.

The eldest sister of the Cheng family sat on the side, smiling: "So, I did well in the exam this time?" ”

Cheng Ting's eyes dodged, and his words were hesitant: "I...... Anyway, it's all done...... Write it before anyone else. ”

Mrs. Cheng immediately smiled, and took a snack plate for Cheng Ting to pick: "That must be on the list!" Eat a piece of osmanthus cake, your father ate it in the restaurant, and someone specially sent it today. ”

Cheng Ting ate slowly, and after eating, he saw that it was too peaceful, and Cheng Taishan was not in front of him, and the little thought in his mind was about to move: "A-Niang, I want to invite Wu Jin to dinner, you can give me some silver." ”

Mrs. Cheng was in a state of confusion when she loved him, and immediately said happily: "Ouch, my son, can my mother still be poor to you?" Just when you go out to eat and drink, you will give you as much as you want. ”

The eldest sister of the Cheng family said "cough" twice, picked up a handkerchief and wiped her mouth: "Auntie, you should stain the kumquat with honey, and take it on the road to eat when the third child enters Beijing to catch the exam, it is delicious and good." ”

Mrs. Cheng slapped her face: "It's not." ”

At the same time, she heard the eldest sister of the Cheng family talk about going to Beijing to take the exam, and suddenly remembered that she wanted to encircle Cheng Ting to study at home.

Cheng Ting was still happy: "The kumquat I bought is absolutely good, as soon as I got out of the examination room, I rushed to buy it, and I bought it directly from the ship." ”

The eldest sister of the Cheng family smiled: "The third child is filial, smart, and in good health, and after so many days of exams, he is not tired, if he works harder, he will also be famous on the gold list." ”

Cheng Tington felt bad.