Early morning.

Qiao Chenan walked on the street with an oil-paper umbrella, the pedestrians on his side were in a hurry, and the raindrops fell in a row, smashing onto the bluestone pavement, splashing thousands of flowers, playing a symphony of spring rain.

Originally, there was still some dry climate because of this spring rain became moist and pleasant, and the breath was full of the fragrance of the earth, Qiao Chen'an walked on the stone road, his expression was distant and indifferent, unstained by the world, leaving a ripple behind him.

Unconsciously, I have come to the shore of the West Lake, look up, the bridge is like a flying rainbow, the water is like a clear sky, the depths of the painting boat, singing and dancing, a flat boat floats in the smoke and rain, and the boatman is wearing a coat, as if walking in the painting.

The apricot blossoms were washed down by the raindrops, and then blown by the cold wind, rising and falling in a haze.

His gaze subconsciously stayed on a long bridge on the lake, and he couldn't help but shake his head and smile at a few pedestrians.

Although the rain is dripping, but the academy's classes still have to continue, the teacher in the classroom is talking about a volume of strategy, but Qiao Chen'an is a little absent-minded, with his current memory and comprehension ability, similar to this kind of scriptures often only need to read once to understand a rough idea, although understanding is not the same as use, but he is not a stupid person, although the things written in the pen can not be said to be full of flowers, but there are also clear eyes.

What kind of vision Wang Lizhi has, he has been in the literary world for decades, and most of his evaluations of his articles are more good than bad. It is conceivable that in the eyes of ordinary people, each of these articles can be called a masterpiece.

It is no exaggeration to say that if he is dragged to take the autumn exam now, although he will not be the first in high school, he will never be defeated.

Soon, a class passed, and the room began to gradually become noisy, because Qiao Chen'an was relatively cold, so not many people came up to talk to him, and the surroundings seemed much more deserted.

In the distance, a pair of resentful eyes swept over him, eager to rip off a piece of meat from under him, Zhang Mingcheng's face was extremely ugly, he originally wanted to take the opportunity of the party to humiliate Qiao Chenan in front of the students in Hangzhou, who would have thought that he would become the other party's stepping stone and become the laughing stock of everyone.

What made him most angry was that Qiao Chenan had been accepted as a student by Wang Lizhi since that day, in his opinion, this place should have been his own, but he was robbed of it, and his heart became more and more resentful.

At this time, he suddenly noticed a tall figure walking towards Qiao Chen'an, with a hint of doubt on his face, and listened attentively.

Qiao Chenan was originally distracted, but suddenly heard someone shouting his name, turned his head to look, only to find that it was Ning Caichen, who had not been seen for many days, and couldn't help laughing: "Brother Caichen, why is he free to come to me today?"

Ning Caichen's face was full of sorrow, and he sighed when he heard this, and grabbed his shoulder regardless of his manners, and said, "I have something to ask for below, please Brother Qiao must help me with this!"

His tone was full of urgency, and the look on his face was almost pleading.

Qiao Chenan glanced at this man who always looked indifferent on weekdays, he was somewhat similar to himself, and because of his personality, he didn't have many friends in the academy, but what could make him so eager?

patted him on the shoulder and said, "What's the matter, Brother Caichen just speak." ”

Ning Caichen said with a sadness in his voice: "Don't hide it from Brother Qiao, just yesterday I received a letter from a fellow villager, saying that Jing's condition suddenly worsened......

Speaking of which, the eyes of this man, who is 1.8 meters tall, are gradually reddened, but he endured it so that he did not let himself shed tears.

He paused for a moment, and then continued: "I don't have many friends in this academy, and Jinhua is far away from here, so I only hope that Brother Qiao will accompany me back to my hometown......

But Qiao Chen'an's focus was obviously not on the same line as him, but he was surprised: "Brother Caichen, what did you just say? You have already married a wife?!Is your sister-in-law's surname Nie?"

The fire of inner gossip is burning.

Ning Caichen frowned when he heard this, but he was not angry, and said: "I married my wife three years ago, and my surname is Wang, not the Nie family. ”

Qiao Chenan sighed, it seemed that Ning Caichen had not met Xiao Qian yet, but he remembered what he said before, his expression was a little more solemn, and he said: "Even if this is the case, I will go with Brother Caichen, but this matter still needs to be taught by the teacher." ”

Ning Caichen was extremely worried in his heart, and when he heard Qiao Chen'an's answer, his face showed a hint of joy, and he was moved: "It should be like this, it should be like this, Caichen has thanked Brother Qiao for his kindness here!"

He didn't have a deep relationship with Qiao Chen'an, the first meeting was on the Yaoqin painting boat, and when he said what he said just now, he was afraid of being rejected by Qiao Chen'an, but at this time he got a positive answer, and a big stone in his heart finally landed, and he secretly thought: Lady, wait a while, and I will go back......

Qiao Chenan looked at the man in front of him, although Ning Caichen didn't say anything thankful, but he knew that if he was beheaded by the court in the future, it would definitely be him who would collect his body for him.

Some words, needless to say, are 10,000 times heavier than what is said.

Zhang Mingcheng on one side heard the conversation between the two, and his eyes suddenly showed a trace of ruthlessness.

The next is much simpler, Qiao Chenan found Wang Lizhi and explained the situation of the Ning family, the latter naturally agreed, and praised him a few words at the end, saying that this is what a man does, let him relax and go.

Although Ning Caichen was anxious and desperate to go home, the itinerary and luggage were not arranged for a while, and he was ready to set off on the second day under Qiao Chen'an's arrangement.

However, during his time in the academy, Qiao Chen'an heard another news, many students in the academy were discussing a water and land festival to be held in Jingci Temple half a month later on the edge of the West Lake.

It is said that this is a grand event in Hangzhou City, held once every three years, this year coincides with the year of the event, it is already the forty-ninth time, when not only the common people, all the dignitaries and dignitaries, the high monks of other monasteries will come, it is very lively.

But Qiao Chen'an didn't care about this, what he wanted to know was whether Fahai would also be there at that time......

Soon it was the second day, at noon, Qiao Chenan and Ning Caichen were ready to set off, it was still raining lightly outside, the two of them each held an oil-paper umbrella, carried a light cyan bamboo pipe, and began to march towards Jinhua County!

It's just that the sky is not beautiful, when traveling, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, the road is muddy and difficult to walk, and the two of them are only more than ten miles out of Hangzhou City when it is almost dark.

The two walked forward in the wind and rain, paving in the wind, although they were holding umbrellas, their whole bodies were still soaked, Qiao Chen felt a sense of difficulty in the world, and couldn't help but sing loudly:

"The road of life is like a long dream

The road is windy and frosty, and the wind and frost are dry

In the red dust, there are many directions for sweet dreams

Looking for the love in the heart of the crazy dream, the road follows the people

Life is dreams and hopes

In the dream, there are rare tears

Where to go, to find the direction in my heart

The wind seems to sigh softly in a dream, and the road follows the people......"