Qiantang County suddenly ushered in a rare heavy snowfall.

Heavy snow fell intermittently for three days, covering the entire Qiantang with a layer of bright silver white.

Small bridges, flowing water, people.

The stone lion, the gong, and the laurel tree have all been added with new clothes, glowing with a lively atmosphere, like the ancient capital in a dream.

Qiantang is located in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, close to the coast, such a heavy snow has not been seen for many years, children snowball on the street, snowball fights, so lively.

The faces of passers-by are also full of joy, but it is not because of this snow, but because of the New Year, which is probably because of the New Year's complex that every Chinese person has in their hearts!

And for Qiao Chen'an, this will also be the fourth New Year he has spent here.

In four years, the years have changed too much in him, not only from a former child to a beautiful young man today, but also from a small farmer to a famous talent, even if he sees the county order, he does not need to bow down.

The New Year is approaching, Qiao Chenan is practicing the Taoism passed down by the old man in the house, and suddenly heard someone calling his name outside the door, looking out, but found a young man with a delicate appearance and a somewhat thin figure standing at the door of the courtyard, looking into the courtyard, it was Xu Xian, who had not been seen for many days.

"Xu Xian, why are you here?"

Qiao Chen'an immediately stopped practicing, came to Xu Xian, and said with a smile, "What are you doing standing at the door stupidly, come and sit in the house." ”

The white lady in the story doesn't know when it will appear, but he and the famous Xu Xian have established some friendship first.

The Xu Xian in front of him looks delicate, and he is somewhat similar to the Ye Tong version of Xu Xian in the later "The Legend of the New White Lady", and he has the unique weak temperament of the scholars of this era.

Xu Xian smiled a little shyly when he saw him, and said, "Chen'an, have you forgotten that today you and I have made an appointment to enjoy the snow scene." ”

Qiao Chenan slapped his forehead after hearing this, and said, "If you don't say that I really forgot, then let's leave now!"

This year's autumn exam, a group of people who were in Mr. Wu's school with him went to participate, and many of them passed the children's examination and became a talent. It wasn't until the recent heavy snowfall that all the mundane affairs settled down, so I agreed to have a drink today, but Qiao Chen'an has been busy cultivating immortals since the exam, but he forgot about it.

"Slow down, it's still early, why are you in such a hurry......"

......

The mighty Qiantang River rushes endlessly, coming from the southwest, turning a small bay and heading northwest again, even this rare heavy snow has not been able to freeze the river.

The cold water is like a knife, slapping on the shore, mixed with the north wind of hunting, with a lot of pathos added by itself, if there are elegant people here, it must be a sigh, maybe a few famous poems will be made.

Fortunately, the location agreed by Qiao Chenan and others was not in the main river of the Qiantang River, but a small tributary separated from it, in Qiantang City, when the two arrived, they saw that the other people were already waiting there, and after meeting, they couldn't help but say a few words "Brother Qiao, Brother Xu is late......", "You must punish yourself for three cups" and so on.

Although these people present have all passed the children's exam, their scores are high and low, and Qiao Chenan is the leader among them, and he has been admitted to the famous official school in Hangzhou City-Zhulu Academy.

Daxia has been peaceful for a long time, the style of learning in various places is very prosperous, there are countless academies, but they are divided into two kinds of official and private schools, the so-called private schools are the colleges funded by the celebrities and squires from all over the country, to put it bluntly, they are private schools, and the official schools are built by the imperial court.

Zhulu Academy is an official school, which is quite prestigious in several places around, and there are many talents in the academy, and all of them are young talents from all over the county, as for the "older generation" scholars like Fan Jin, who are so old and gray-haired, they are not qualified to enter the academy to study.

And those who can enter Zhulu Academy can generally be promoted, and the worst in the future will be an official master, which is basically equivalent to half a foot into the official gate, which is also one of the reasons why Qiao Chenan and the two came late, but no one expressed dissatisfaction, who would be stupid enough to be embarrassed by people who are destined to become officials in the future?

Even if it's too late to curry favor with the relationship!

The surface of the river has been frozen, with a thin layer of ice, shining with a cold glow under the sunlight, and the plum blossoms on both sides of the river are blooming, like a burning flame, but adding a bit of warmth to the cold winter.

A group of people walked along the riverbank, talking and laughing along the way, talking about some subsets of scriptures, and hearing about important things, but there were really some young people who felt high-spirited, and it didn't look like they had won the show, but had become a member of the court.

Suddenly, a small commotion on the street attracted everyone's attention, and a small figure quickly rushed out of the crowd, seemingly holding something in his hand.

The figure was directly hit and rebounded back, Li Quan was caught off guard and stumbled and fell to the ground, and after seeing the person who hit him, he suddenly became angry, and scolded: "Where did you come from, wild boy!

Stretch out your hand to catch the man's ear.

The person who came was a young man who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, unkempt, with long hair on his forehead almost covering his eyes, ragged clothes, a pair of broken shoes under his feet, and two steaming buns in his hands.

"Stinky boy, you still want to run if you hit someone!" Li Quan said angrily, grabbing the young man's shoulder with his other hand and about to pull it back.

Naturally, the harvest is struggling again.

At this time, a middle-aged man panted and rushed to the front of the crowd, and after seeing Qiao Chenan and the others, he was slightly stunned for a moment, then sneered, ran towards the young man, and scolded: "You little Wang Balamb, who lent you the guts to steal grandpa's buns to eat!

Stretched out his hand and hit the young man's back, and suddenly there was a crisp slap, the young man was hard, and he didn't say a word after more than a dozen slaps.

"It turned out to be a little beggar who stole something, it should be beaten!" Li Quan snorted coldly, and the others also echoed, there was no sympathy on their faces, only Xu Xian's face seemed to flash a trace of unbearability, but he didn't say anything.

Qiao Chenan couldn't stand it anymore, and said in his heart that if you slap him like this, this child must not be disabled, so he hurriedly stopped the man, protected the young man behind him, and persuaded: "Forget it, don't fight, if you continue to fight, you will die, I gave him the money for the bun!"

The man was just angry that the boy stole the buns, so he shot angrily, and now he saw that someone was willing to pay for the buns, not to mention Qiao Chen'an, who was still in the prime of Qiantang City, his anger disappeared by half, he glared at the boy viciously, took the copper coin and went happily.

Li Quandao: "Brother Qiao, it's just a little beggar who steals things, why do you plead for him!" The others also showed puzzled expressions on their faces.

Qiao Chenan said with a smile: "If it weren't for the compulsion of life, who would want to be a beggar?

As he spoke, he patted the dirt and dust on the young man's body, and said, "The weather is already cold, and he will be beaten again, what if there is a good one?"

Yan then bent down, looked down at the young man, and asked, "What's your name?" He took out some silver money from his bosom, stuffed it into the young man's hand, and said, "Don't do these stealing things again in the future!"

The young man's small body seemed to tremble slightly, and he didn't speak, just raised his head and looked at Qiao Chen'an in a daze.

After Qiao Chen'an saw the young man's eyes clearly through the hanging messy hair, he was slightly surprised in his heart, the young man's eyes were clear, his eyes were narrow and long, the tails of his eyes were slightly curved, similar to peach blossoms, and his pupils were black and white, and there was a strange temptation.

"Let's go home quickly!"

Qiao Chenan smiled, and then thought of it, if he had a family, where would he be reduced to this, he couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic in his heart, and his expression was slightly dark.

After a moment of silence, the young man suddenly spoke, and his voice seemed to contain a strange magic, and said, "Huangfu, my name is Huangfu Xuan. ”

"Huangfu Xuan?"

Qiao Chen'an said silently, the surname Huangfu is rare, just wanted to say something, the end of his nose suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, elegant Ruolan bamboo, couldn't help but sniff lightly, raised his head, but was slightly surprised.