Yu Jun

When Qi Chang first joined Jiusixuan as an errand, he heard Zhao Shiheng ask that question: "The one who scratches everything is the wind, what is the wind?"

Zhao Shiheng asked Wu Jin, Mo Lingfeng, and even Cheng Ting, but he never asked Qi Chang.

It seemed that Zhao Shiheng thought his answer was 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 can be made between good and evil in people taught by the same teacher and reading the same sage books."

Qi Chang squatted at the door, let the cold wind blow his whole body icy cold, the light and warmth inside the door leaked out through the narrow door crack, he quietly stretched out his left index finger and placed it under the door crack, trying to steal some warmth.

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

Qi Chang quickly pulled out his fingers. Even though he was quick, a layer of oily skin peeled off his fingers. He shivered immediately due to the pain. He held his left hand in his right hand and stretched out his left index finger straight. It was pure pain, and his bones seemed to be crushed. Generally broken.

He got up reluctantly, stood aside, bowed his head, unable to speak - because such a stupid act hurt his finger, and everyone would laugh at him.

When he tried his best to bear the pain, he tilted his head and glanced in, and saw that the candles in the room were brightly lit, and Wu Jin was tall and tall, with a large brush, his upper body leaning slightly, holding the pen with his right wrist hanging, writing large characters.

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

He tried his best to imitate Wu Jin's every move, that kind of youthful demeanor, calm eyebrows and eyes, and never-bending spine.

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

After everyone left, Qi Chang returned to the house.

The charcoal fire in the room was already burning very well, and the warmth was radiant. Qi Chang squatted by the brazier, stretched out his hands, and put them on the fire to roast carefully. Only then did he realize that the index finger of his left hand, after being crushed just now, was already the two sides of the middle finger. He's big, and there are black gores under his nails.

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

The place where Wu Jin sat was not chaotic, only a large sheet of characters was still spread out, on which were silently written the Xun hexagrams in the "Book of Changes", the tea cups were neatly placed on the saucer, and there was even a little extra water stain on the table nothing.

With his index finger raised, he also took out a piece of bamboo paper, and with that bit of residual ink on it, he hung his right hand high and silently said the same hexagram.

"A lone boat falls on the beach, and it is difficult to advance and retreat with poles and no water. When it rains heavily, the rivers and lakes overflow, so there is no need to go back and forth."

After writing, he put the two sheets together.

They are all Jiajiang bamboo paper in the middle of Shu, both are Zhuge brushes in Xuancheng, they are all taught by a gentleman, they are all regular script, even the font size is similar, but they are different.

Qi Chang picked up his piece of writing, walked to the brazier, knelt down, remained silent for a while, and threw himself into the brazier.

The flames rolled up "suddenly", turning his face and hands red.

He is imitating a cat and drawing a tiger, imitating a cat and drawing a tiger, with a vain appearance, but inside he has no grace, no moral character, and no bones and bones. At first glance, he can pass the eye, but he cannot withstand close inspection and pondering.

This is not what he said, but Zhao Shiheng's personal comment - Zhao Shiheng even thought that his writing was not as good as Cheng Ting's.

Naturally, Cheng Ting has status, confidence, boldness, eloquence, and writes whatever he wants, how can he compare?
He is also not as diligent as Wu Jin, because he is a servant who comes when he is called and goes when he is drunk, and he can't even light a lamp at night.

He took a long breath, took the fire chopsticks, piled up the charcoal with charcoal ashes, moved it to his room, picked up the teacup, blew out the candle, and went to the ear room in the dark.

The servant in the ear room yawned loudly, and complained a few words: "This rain is really not the right time, if it doesn't rain, there won't be so many troubles."

Qi Chang shook his head: "Young Master Wu is easy to serve, if it's Mr. Cheng who came here and had fun with the dog, it's still not finished."

"That's right. Mr. Cheng can make it, especially when he's with a girl. He can even blow up the stove. If you don't tell me, I'll almost forget about him. He hasn't been here for a long time."

"He went to Jeju to participate in the other test, and it should take ten and a half months before he comes back."

Unexpectedly, Cheng Ting came back very quickly.

As soon as the examination room opened, he went straight to the pier, bought two large baskets of kumquats from the boat, put them on Pang Dahai's back, and hurried back.

The exam ended on August 21, and on August [-], he returned home with two baskets of kumquats.

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

At the dinner table, Mrs. Cheng was in front of Cheng Taishan, so it was inconvenient to hold her beloved son in her arms and caress, so she could only watch her son eat——Cheng Ting was known for his appetite as well as his stature, and he was already a big glutton, but Mrs. Cheng In his eyes, his son can still be hugged and loved in his arms.

As soon as Cheng Taishan left, Mrs. Cheng started immediately, took her son to her side, and asked about his health, but Cheng Ting replied carelessly, eating well and sleeping well, and there was no wind or rain in the examination room. Compared with last time, this This time was simply a blessing.

The eldest sister of the Cheng family sat aside and smiled: "So, you did well in the exam this time?"

Cheng Ting's eyes were evasive, and his words faltered: "I... I finished it anyway... I finished it earlier than others."

Mrs. Cheng immediately beamed, and took a snack plate for Cheng Ting to choose: "It must be on the list! Eat a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, your father ate it in the restaurant, and it was specially delivered today."

Cheng Ting ate, and when he finished eating, he saw that everything was all right, and Cheng Taishan was not in front of him, so the thought was about to move in his mind: "Mother, I want to treat Wu Jin to dinner, please give me some money."

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

The eldest sister of the Cheng family coughed twice, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and said, "Auntie, you should soak the kumquats in honey, and eat them on the road when the third son goes to Beijing for the exam. It's delicious." Good again."

Mrs. Cheng slapped her hands: "That's not true."

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

Cheng Ting was still happy: "The kumquats I bought are definitely good. As soon as I left the examination room, I rushed to buy them. I bought them directly from the boat."

The eldest sister of the Cheng family smiled: "The third child is filial, smart, and in good health. After so many days of exams, he doesn't feel tired. If he puts more effort into it, he will also be famous on the gold list."

Cheng Tington felt bad.