Not long after Liu Xianyang arrived at Mu Ping Alley, another rare visitor came to the alley, the elegant scholar Zhao Yao in blue shirt, who looked a bit like the teacher Qi Jingchun.
Zhao Yao is the eldest grandson of one of the four major surnames in the town. Compared with Lu Zhengchun’s idle playboys, Zhao Yao, who was also born into a wealthy family, has a good reputation. Many lonely elderly people in the town have been educated by teenagers. If you say that this is the so-called "famous people keep their ambitions in the wild" method in books, it seems to be an overestimation of Zhao Yao's ambition and a bit of a villain's heart to judge a gentleman. After all, the young man has been like this since he was ten years old. The general kindness of others has not slackened year after year. Even the old man in Fulu Street who watched the young man grow up would always give a thumbs up. Every time he scolded his own children, he would always bring up Zhao Yao as the reason. This made Zhao Yao very few among his peers. A close friend.
Lu Zhengchun's group of people are free-spirited and don't like to deal with a nerd who spends his whole life. Just imagine that everyone went to climb the wall to spy on the pretty widow, but someone next to them said don't look at anything inappropriate, wouldn't it? It ruins the scenery. In short, young Zhao Yao likes to interact with people outside Fulu Street these years. He has walked through almost all alleys, big and small, except Mu Ping Alley, because Song Jixin lives in this alley, and one of them is Zhao Yao. Yao often feels ashamed of his peers.
But if we really want to talk about friends, Zhao Yao probably only recognizes Song Jixin as a chess friend. Although he has lost to Song Jixin in chess for so many years, he still has the heart to win and wants to win. Obsession is obsession. Zhao Yao has always admired the talented Song Jixin from the bottom of his heart. However, Zhao Yao was a little disappointed because his intuition told him that although Song Jixin had a lot of fun with him and had a close relationship with him, But it seems that he has never been regarded as a true friend and confidant.
Although Zhao Yao had never visited Song Jixin’s house before, when he saw a certain house, he knew that this house must be Song Jixin’s house because of the Spring Festival couplets posted on the door. , there are a lot of characters, and at first glance they are the characters of Song Jixin. The reason is very simple. It is because the style has changed too much. It can almost be said that the characters are different. For example, the two characters "Yu Feng" are written in one go, as you want, and very elegant. meaning. The word "Yuan", next to the word "water", has a particularly profound meaning. The word "qi", when mentioned in such a big way, is extremely powerful and thunderous! The word "country" is written in a fair and peaceful way, like a sage sitting upright, unable to find any flaws.
Zhao Yao stood at the door of the courtyard, almost forgetting to knock on the door, leaning forward, looking at the words in a daze, feeling lost, feeling that he almost lost the courage to knock on the door. It is precisely because he practiced calligraphy diligently and wrote many posts that he became more aware of the power, weight and spirit of those words.
Zhao Yao felt sad, took out a money bag, bent down and placed it at the door, preparing to leave without saying goodbye.
At this time, the courtyard door suddenly opened. Zhao Yao looked up and saw that Song Jixin seemed to be about to go out with his maid Zhigui. The two were chatting and laughing.
Song Jixin pretended to be surprised and joked: "Zhao Yao, what do you want to do with this great gift?"
Zhao Yao picked it up with some embarrassment.Just as he was about to explain the reason for the money bag, Song Jixin took away the embroidery bag and said with a smile: "Hey, Zhao Yao is here to give you a gift. Please accept it. But I agreed in advance that I am Poor people don't have gifts that can impress Brother Zhao. It's better to be disrespectful if you come or not."
Zhao Yao smiled bitterly and said: "This bag is worth more than money, so take it as my farewell. Just give the gift, there is no need to reciprocate."
Song Jixin turned to his maid and gave her the money bag, "Look, I said Zhao Yao is the most polite person in the town. Scholar, how do you do?"
After the girl took the money bag, she held it in her chest. She smiled and narrowed her eyes, very happy. She turned slightly and said a blessing, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, my young master said. , A house that has accumulated good deeds will be blessed, and those who do good deeds will have a blessed field. This servant is here to wish Mr. Zhao a successful career and a prosperous future."
Zhao Yao quickly returned the gift and bowed: "Thank you Miss Zhigui for your good words. "
Song Jixin rubbed the back of his head and yawned, "Aren't you tired?"
Zhigui said with a smile: "If you can get a bag of money every time, I can give you ten thousand blessings and you won’t get tired.”
Zhao Yao said with some shame, “I’m going to let Miss Zhigui down.”
Song Jixin waved his hand. Let's go and drink!"
Zhao Yao looked embarrassed, and Song Ji Xinji said: "I'm a fool! How can I do this if I read only rigid rules and not the romance of celebrities?"
p>Zhao Yao asked tentatively: "Have a drink to enjoy yourself?"
Song Jixin rolled his eyes and said, "I'm so drunk!"
Zhao Yao was about to speak when Song Jixin grabbed his neck and dragged him away.
The maid Zhigui
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When the door was locked, the four-legged snake tried to sneak out, but she Kicked back to the yard.
When she passed the house next door, she quietly stood on tiptoes, glanced sideways a few times, and saw Liu Xianyang's tall figure. The latter also noticed her and immediately smiled brightly. Liu Xianyang was about to follow her. After saying hello, she had already withdrawn her gaze and walked away quickly.
There is a restaurant in the town, but it is really not big, and the expenses are not small. However, Zhao Yao is a descendant of the Zhao family after all, and he has a good reputation. He is famous as the restaurant owner of Iron Rooster. I don’t know about it today. Which one was wrong? He patted himself on the back and said that he would not charge a penny, but he could let two scholars come to the shop to enjoy themselves and drink. It was because his restaurant had become so prosperous that the two young men should only accept his money. Song Jixin immediately smiled and stretched out his hand, begging for money on the spot. The shopkeeper looked for him at the door angrily and said that if he owed it, he would have someone send some jars of good wine to Mr. Song tomorrow. Zhao Yao wanted to dig a hole in the ground at that time. The shopkeeper was aware of the weird temperament of Young Master Song in Mud Bottle Lane, but he was not really angry. He personally found a quiet window seat for the three of them on the second floor.
Song Jixin and Zhao Yao didn't talk much, and Song Jixin didn't persuade him to cheat others with wine. This made Zhao Yao, who originally regarded death as home, very strange.
From the second floor window of the restaurantLooking up, I could just see a plaque on the Twelve-legged Archway, which was my duty.
Song Jixin asked: "Mr. Qi really won't leave the town with you?"
Zhao Yao nodded and said: "Mr. temporarily changed his schedule and said he would stay in school. After teaching the penultimate chapter, "Zhili", Song Jixin said with emotion: "Then Mr. Qi is going to teach the world a great truth, and teach us the world as a Confucian sage. In the beginning, there was no such thing as law, and sages used etiquette to educate and transform all living beings. At that time, the monarchs all respected etiquette and believed that violating the etiquette would lead to punishment, so there was law, etiquette, etiquette, etiquette, etiquette, etiquette, etiquette, law first..."
Zhao Yao was already slightly drunk and his speech was a little slurred. He asked: "Do you think it is right? Why don't you just teach the last chapter, "Ke Li"?"
Song Jixin The answer was not what the question was asked, "Before leaving the town, you are like mandrills, water ghosts, gods and spirits. If you believe it, there will be it. If you don't believe it, there will be none. As for how Mr. Qi teaches and how the students listen, it is up to each one to accept his destiny."
The maid Zhigui I also drank a glass of wine, looking dizzy and playful, and didn't look at the majestic archway from beginning to end.
In the twelve-legged archway, the bases of the stone pillars are respectively the nine kinds of strange beasts from which the dragon gave birth to the nine sons. The others are the white tiger, the black basalt and the red bird.
People in small towns have lived here for generations and have long been accustomed to it.
Zhao Yao couldn't help but let out a wine burp, stood up unsteadily, and said: "Farewell to you, hope to see you again."
Song Jixin thought for a while and followed suit. He stood up and said with a smile: "I'll definitely see you again, Zhao Yao. Don't worry about having no friends in the future."
Zhao Yao, who was dazzled, bit his tongue and said sincerely: "Song Jixin, You should also leave the town as soon as possible. No one in the world knows you. You can do it!”
Song Jixin obviously didn’t take it seriously. He waved his hand and said, “Let’s go, let’s talk drunkenly, which is insulting to politeness!” "
After Zhao Yao and Song Jixin left the restaurant, they parted ways. Before leaving, Zhao Yao, probably because he was drunk, asked, "Song Jixin, do you want to go to the kiln?" Take a look at the official residence of the Governor, I can convince the concierge..."
Song Jixin said with a cold expression through his teeth, "Get out!"
Zhao Yao left sadly.
The maid Zhigui looked at the back and whispered: "Master, I have good intentions."
Song Jixin sneered: "The good intentions of good people in the world will be dealt with in the end. Bad things have bad consequences, don't you think?"
She thought about it, and it seemed that it was such a boring truth, so she stopped insisting.
Fulu Street, where Zhao Yao lives, is in the north of the town, and Mubo Lane is in the west where poor households gather. When Song Jixin and the maid walked past the archway side by side, she looked up and said, "Angrily." The plaque "Bullfighting" looks like an old man in his twilight years.
The girl whose real name is Wang Zhu smiles without showing her teeth.
After Zhao Yao returned to his ancestral home on Fulu Street, his servants told him that his ancestor was waiting for him in the study room and that he must go there immediately without stopping for a moment. The scholar in blue shirt who smelled of alcohol immediately had a headache. ,hardHe rushed to the study with all his strength.
The Zhao family is a humble family in a small town. They are wealthy and reserved. They are not as arrogant as the Lu family. They like to call themselves a scholarly family, and their study room is also very antique.
The old woman holding a cane was standing next to a desk, stroking the table. Her weathered face was full of sad memories.
After smelling the strong smell of alcohol from her eldest grandson outside the door, the old woman was not angry. She smiled and waved: "Yaoer, come in, what are you doing at the door? Let me drink some wine
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What the hell, it’s not like drinking horse urine, it’s not embarrassing!”
Zhao Yao smiled bitterly and crossed the threshold, paying respects to his ancestors! After saluting, the old woman said impatiently: "I have studied too much, but this is my fault. There are strict rules and regulations, which makes scholars spend their whole lives fighting against the wall. They are very tired of it. Let's talk about you and your grandfather. You are top-notch in everything, but It’s really annoying when he talks to me about big things and rambles on, especially with his arrogance and demeanor. Hey, he deserves a beating. I can’t defeat him. It really makes me want to hit him with a cane..."
< p>The old woman was suddenly amused by herself and laughed loudly, "I almost forgot, I didn't need a cane at that time."She smiled and asked: "Why, it's the little white eye with the surname Song. Let's drink together?"
Zhao Yao said helplessly: "Grandma, how many times have I told you that Song Jixin is very talented, has a high level of understanding, and is a step ahead in learning everything."
The old woman sneered and said: "He is the smartest of all, but your grandfather was three years old when he was still alive. He was so sick of that little thing. I want to know what your grandfather said?"
Zhao Yao quickly replied: "My grandson doesn't want to know!"
The old woman didn't care whether her precious grandson was willing to listen or not, she just said to herself: "Your grandpa said, 'At such a young age, the city government It's a pity that this is the person who ruined the family reputation of our ancestors.'"
Then she pointed at Zhao Yao and said, "Your grandfather also said, 'Being gentle, courteous and thrifty is not surprising at first, but he is. The one who cultivates the vitality of his descendants must be my grandson!'"
After the old woman finished speaking, she smiled and said, "I have been sad for a lifetime, but I finally said something nice."
Zhao Yao, who was a little confused, was about to speak when his grandma sighed and sighed: "I'm old!"
The young man had no choice but to take back his words, smiled and stepped forward to hold the old woman's arm, "Grandma, happy birthday. He is much younger than Nanshan."
The old woman stretched out her dry palm and patted the back of her precious grandson's hand. "He is better than your grandpa. He is a good reader and can talk nonsense. He can also say nice things to others. Listen."
The young man said with a smile: "Grandpa is really knowledgeable. Mr. Qi also said that grandpa is good at studying and understands the word 'righteousness' very well."
The old woman immediately said. The fox's tail was exposed, and he couldn't hide his elation, but he pretended to snort: "No, it doesn't matter who picked the man!"
Zhao Yao pursed his lips tightly and held back. laugh.
The old woman took Zhao Yao to the chair behind the book case. The young man found the book case.On the top, there is a wooden sculpture of a crouching dragon, which is lifelike, but for some reason, after careful observation, I found that this green wooden dragon has eyes but no beads.
The old woman picked up a brush that had already been dipped in ink. It was a brand-new small tapered pen with a wooden tube made from old locust branches. She held it in both hands and handed it to her eldest grandson tremblingly.
After Zhao Yao took the brush without knowing it, his shoulders sank. It turned out that his grandma put her hand on his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to sit in the seat that only the head of the Zhao family could sit.
The old woman took a step back and said solemnly: "Zhao Yao, take a seat! Today you will dot the eyes of the dragon for all the ancestors of the Zhao family!"
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A series of dilapidated clay statues of gods, leaning horizontally and vertically on the grassy ground, no one cares about them.
This has been the case for thousands of years, and even more statues will continue to fall here. The people in the small town are not only strange about many things, but in fact, they have not had much respect for these statues. .
Occasionally, the old man will nag his children not to come here to play, but the children still like to come here to hide and seek, catch crickets, etc. Maybe when these children grow up, they will Even the old people who have become old will still tell the children not to come here to play. Generation after generation, they have just come here, without wind or rain, without waves, just ordinary.
What I saw here was the fallen head, broken torso, and separated palms, as if they had been pieced together by someone to maintain the approximate original appearance, but only this little bit of dignity was left.
A young boy with straw sandals hurried here from the Mud Bottle Alley. He clutched three pieces of support money in his palms. When he came here, he walked around and broke them into pieces. After thinking about it, he found a statue of a god very skillfully, squatted down, looked around, and found no one, and then quietly put the copper coins into the cracked gap of the statue.
After getting up, he went to find the second and third deities, doing the same thing.
Before the young man left, he stood alone in the lush green grass, clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said silently: "Peace to pieces, peace to pieces, I hope you will protect my parents from suffering in the next life... If possible, please tell my parents that I am doing well now, no need to worry..."
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