Shang Rongzhou did not urge him.

She knew he was doing a lot of mental construction.

She knew that although Zhao Chenghui's face was calm, his heart was so upside down.

After all, he left Lushan Academy with great ambitions, but he didn't expect that he would be in such a situation when he returned to Lushan Academy.

It's hard for anyone to accept such a thing.

After waiting for a long time, Zhao Chenghui in front knocked on the door gently, and there was a sound of "come in" from the door.

When Zhao Chenghui heard the voice inside, he was obviously stunned again.

Immediately, he pushed the door and entered, followed by Shang Rongzhou.

The room was filled with the faint scent of ink, and there were several famous paintings on the wall.

Two rows of side-by-side bookshelves stand on the wall, and the shelves are filled with a variety of ancient books and classics.

The small window next to the bookshelf lets in the sunlight, and the bamboo shadows outside shine into the room with the sunlight.

In the center of the room is a large desk with a bronze lamp on it, which is soft and warm.

The desk was full of students' homework, and there was still a yellowed book at hand.

Sitting behind the desk was an old man with half-white hair, who seemed to see some plot in the book, and his slightly frowning brows were full of worry.

Zhao Chenghui stood with his hands down, and walked to the desk with a respectful expression: "Master." ”

The old man raised his head slowly, his face was full of vicissitudes of wrinkles, but his eyes were bright, he saw Zhao Chenghui, hesitant and surprised.

“…… Emblem? ”

"Yes, it's a student."

The dean stood up from behind his desk, and walked to Zhao Chenghui's side with his back straight.

The dean patted Zhao Chenghui on the shoulder: "Chenghui, I've been looking forward to you for a long time." ”

"It's the student's fault."

As soon as he saw the dean, Shang Rongzhou could clearly feel Zhao Chenghui's nervousness and respect.

Shang Rongzhou stood quietly aside, listening to the two of them reminiscing.

"Chenghui, are you realizing your ambitions now?"

Lushan Academy is a hundred miles away from Jizhou City, not far away, but the academy is halfway up the mountain, and these students don't hear anything outside the window, and few people usually come up to the mountain, so the news is also very closed.

The dean still doesn't seem to know about Jizhou City.

Zhao Chenghui didn't want to tell the dean, and the dean knew about it, so he would inevitably be worried.

Zhao Chenghui glanced at Shang Rongzhou.

Shang Rongzhou received Zhao Chenghui's look.

There was a hint of pleading in his eyes.

In the end, the dean's gaze shifted from Zhao Chenghui's body to Shang Rongzhou.

Shang Rongzhou bowed slightly to the dean and went out.

After that, Shang Rongzhou went out of the fast without looking back.

The dean's eyes were still at the door, Shang Rongzhou was obediently bringing them the door from the outside, and he asked, "Chenghui, was that your wife just now?" ”

Zhao Chenghui also looked in Shang Rongzhou's direction, and he explained: "The student has not yet married a wife. ”

The dean smiled, and he said, "It's because the teacher misunderstood." ”

After the dean put his hands on his back, he looked at the paintings on the wall, and sat back at his desk: "Chenghui, what have you done in the past few years?" ”

Zhao Chenghui knelt at the table, put his hands in front of his legs, and said: "The student is ashamed that he has not been able to realize the ambition he set at the beginning after going out of Lushan Academy for a few years. ”

The dean was transparent, and he saw through what Zhao Chenghui was trying to hide, and the dean asked in a heavy tone, "But you are in trouble?" ”

Zhao Chenghui didn't want to tell his master, but the master was open-minded and transparent, and he had already seen his embarrassment, so he didn't have to hide it.

Zhao Chenghui had no choice but to tell his master what he had experienced in the past few years.

The dean sighed.

He stroked his beard, picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the paper, and Zhao Chenghui took his words with both hands.

Zhao Chenghui looked at the eight words that the ink had not yet dried: if it is not broken, it will not stand, and it will stand after it is broken.

Zhao Chenghui suddenly looked up at his master.

"Chenghui, when you went down the mountain, I gave you these eight words as a teacher."

Zhao Chenghui pondered deeply, and suddenly lowered his head and looked at these eight words, his thoughts didn't know how far he had flown away.

After a long time, Zhao Chenghui raised his head again and looked at the master again: "Master, student...... I understand, but I also ask the master for guidance, what the student needs to do to break this game. ”

The dean shook his head, and he said, "Now that you have understood, do you still need guidance for the teacher?" ”

The dean looked at Zhao Chenghui leisurely, his eyes seemed to have a beam of light that penetrated all things in the world, and Zhao Chenghui's heart trembled suddenly.

Zhao Chenghui spit out a few words from his mouth with great difficulty: "Master, is there no other way to choose?" ”

The dean lit the incense, he didn't look at Zhao Chenghui again, nor did he return to Zhao Chenghui's question, and said slowly: "Chenghui, how does this new incense taste like for the teacher?" ”

Zhao Chenghui looked at the incense that had just been lit, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

After being silent for a long time, Zhao Chenghui said: "...... Master, the student knows. ”

Zhao Chenghui stayed in it for a long time before he came out of the fast, and Shang Rongzhou was standing in the bamboo forest, boringly counting the number of bamboos.

Zhao Chenghui walked into the bamboo forest and walked behind Shang Rongzhou: "Princess, we should go." ”

Shang Rongzhou was counting the bamboos intently, but he didn't expect Zhao Chenghui to appear so suddenly.

She also thought that Zhao Chenghui would stay in it for a long time.

"Zhao Chenghui, what did you say inside?" Shang Rongzhou gave up the childish act of counting bamboo.

Zhao Chenghui looked at Shang Rongzhou, his eyes were not as disgusting as before, but a little complicated.

Zhao Chenghui retracted his thoughts, and he suddenly said, "It's nothing." ”

"Oh." Shang Rongzhou didn't ask any further questions, because she didn't have to guess to know what they were talking about in the room.

Shang Rongzhou went in again to say goodbye to the dean.

When she came out of the door of the room, Shang Rongzhou said: "Bengong wants to go to other places, do you have any fun places to take Bengong to?" ”

"Hey, say it in advance, you don't want to take the palace to a library or anything like that."

"Don't take the palace to see any calligraphy and paintings."

After listening to Shang Rongzhou's chatter, Zhao Chenghui spoke: "Go to the back mountain." ”

"Back Mountain? Is Houshan any fun place? ”

"When I'm not studying, I'm in the back mountain."

Shang Rongzhou said: "Then go." ”

The two walked north along the babbling stream.

The stream turned into a small river and then into a large waterfall.

Only then did I arrive at the back mountain that Zhao Chenghui said.

The waterfall is fierce and unusual, and the stones along the stream have become very smooth after years of washing by the stream.

The stones were covered with turquoise moss, and from a distance, they looked like patches of cyan stones.

The closer Shang Rongzhou got to the waterfall, he only felt that the colder he was.

Shang Rongzhou stayed away from the waterfall and came to a gentle place.

Squatting on the shore and watching the small fish in the stream show its head, she raised her hand and flicked it, and the small fish swam away in a hurry, leaving only a string of ripples.

Shang Rongzhou looked at Zhao Chenghui who was standing on the side, she rolled her eyes, scooped up the water in her hand and sprinkled it on Zhao Chenghui's trouser legs: "Zhao Chenghui, look at the water!" ”

Zhao Chenghui lowered his eyes and saw Shang Rongzhou sprinkling water on his trouser legs, and then saw her pull up the hem of her skirt, revealing a pair of slender white legs in front of her, and walking into the stream.

Zhao Chenghui turned his head.

But he never thought that Shang Rongzhou splashed water behind him, and behind him was her laughing voice.

Zhao Chenghui turned around, and he looked at Shang Rongzhou who was standing in the water.