Yu Jun

Above the Shuo River, the huge suspension bridge rose slowly after the soldiers entered, and closed heavily. The fortress was bounded by the Shuo River and became an isolated fortress.

The fortress isolated the flames of war and gunpowder smoke, leaving only the river flowing, and the only traces of the war that could be seen were the heavily guarded soldiers on the horse farm and the indifferent streets in Kuanzhou City.

There are also grain, grass, cloth, and military pay that are constantly being transported to Kuanzhou, and the knives, guns, bows and crossbows, armor and leather jackets that were transported from the North and South workshops, passed through the hands of the big men, passed through Kuanzhou, and then some of them were sent to the fortress, and some of them went to nowhere. .

As for the people in the city, they were exhausted as usual.

Cheng Ting often hangs around at the pier, his face is darkened by the wind and sun, while Wu Jin still goes back and forth between home, Mo's residence and state school.

On April [-]th, Wu Jin and Cheng Ting met at Zhouxue.

In early summer, the sky is like blue clouds, light and thin, as if there are nine heavens above it, and the warm wind blows clusters of elm leaves, which are fat, tender and green, rattling, and birds on the branches sometimes make good sounds.

The state school is preparing for tomorrow's essay test, starting with Wang Zhizhou, and the students from the city gather here to compete. The winner will get a piece of Huangshan Zhangjiamo and a Zihao Xuancheng Zhuge brush.

The state school students are preparing for this today, and Cheng Ting can't play truant, so he can only come here to work hard.

The courtyard of the Second Entrance School of Zhaixue is large, and on the white walls on both sides, there are often posted ten-day examination rankings. On one side of the wall, there is already a large piece of paper pasted on the top and bottom, with the words "Tunan Academy" written in the middle big characters.

This large handwriting was written by the students of Tunan Academy. The pen is smooth and smooth, and it is pasted on the wall. It looks full of tension.

If the list made by the State Academy is inferior to Tunan Academy, tomorrow's calligraphy will lose.

Half of the bamboo paper was spread on the table, and the sides were pressed tightly with long strips of wooden paperweights. The pens and inks were ready, and the students were afraid to write. In the end, Wu Jin, the auditor, could only write.

Cheng Ting stood on one side holding the inkstone, and Wu Jin held a large brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the word "fei".

After closing the pen with one word, the calligraphy teacher standing aside immediately shouted hello.

Wu Jin has big characters in one hand, open and closed, thick and simple, and is beginning to show the potential of spears and halberds. With just one word, it has already surpassed Tunan Academy by a lot.

All the students on the side were delighted, and one of them stepped forward to remove the wooden paperweight, moved the bamboo paper, and pressed it again. Wu Jin dipped in the ink and finished writing the four words "Feiran Academy". When the students carefully posted it, they went with Cheng Ting wash pens.

Returning the pen to the Jiaoyu, the two of them were free for a while, Cheng Ting wiped the sweat off his face, and smiled at Wu Jin with a mysterious smile: "I've got something to do."

Wu Jin scooped water from the water tank to wash her hands: "Congratulations."

Cheng Ting was indeed beaming. His classmates asked him to move the screen, and he also happily went there. Together with Wu Jin, he lifted a screen and placed it in front of the school.

In front of the screen, there is another incense table, with two grand master chairs on the left and right.

Cheng Ting was sweating profusely. He sat down on the grand teacher's chair, took a breath, leaned forward and said to Wu Jin who was sitting on the other side: "It's a pity that there is only one screen left for the Four Seasons Scene, otherwise it will be placed at this time." There are many occasions for lotus in summer."

Wu Jin turned to look at the picture of immortals admiring red plums and winter snow on the screen, and asked, "There are three more missing?"

"It's not lost, it originally belonged to my uncle's house," Cheng Ting leaned in the chair, "it was Leaf that broke it. I was about ten years old at that time. I don't remember whether I went to Mo's house to pay New Year's greetings or what to do. Anyway, Leaf When I was very young, I wanted to play with her, but I saw her standing on a stool with a pen and adding beards to each fairy, and when I was drawing the third one, my uncle came."

Wu Jin couldn't help asking: "What happened next?"

"Later, my uncle asked her to draw the other one, saying that it was exactly the same set, and my father stopped him. My father said that the paintings on this screen are rare, and they can be used in school. Don't waste them, so I sent them to the state school. gone."

He said seriously: "At that time, I envied Lefeng the most. My uncle never scolded her, and carried her on his shoulders wherever he went. I thought to myself, why is my father Cheng Taishan, not Mo Qianlan?"

Wu Jin smiled and said, "Master Mo Jiedu is not used to you."

Cheng Ting sighed: "No, I will have a child in the future, and I will also be a father like an uncle, carrying him around everywhere."

"Third brother, are you dreaming here?" Two classmates came over to the incense burner, "You are not even married, where did you get the child from?"

"Third brother, you and the dog live together."

The big yellow dog passed by and ran away when he heard this, so as not to be caught by Cheng Ting.

A group of people laughed haha, with a kind of carefree happiness.

During the music, Cheng Ting suddenly heard Wang Jinghua's voice, got up and saw that it was indeed Wang Jinghua, leading a few classmates, swaggering into the state school, pointing at the students who built the canopy.

"This veil is too sparse, don't you have thicker veil? If the sun is too high tomorrow, how can this veil cover it?"

After finishing talking, he said that the tables and chairs were not arranged well, they only moved their mouths, not their hands, and the students were already exhausted, and with him chattering aside, they were all full of resentment, wishing they could pull him out with a stick .

When Cheng Ting saw him, he was full of energy, stood up and walked towards him, and said as he walked, "Jing Ha is back, why did you get sick when you were in Chunwei, if you are not sick."

He clicked his tongue twice.

Wang Jinghua immediately smiled and said, "If I take the exam"

Cheng Ting answered his words loudly: "It's a good thing I didn't take the test because I was sick, otherwise everyone would know that Jing Ha is an idiot!"

Wang Jinghua learned some yin and yang self-cultivation in the capital: "I don't have the same knowledge as you, a dark and strong butcher, I came to see how you are doing."

He casually scanned the large characters on the wall: "It's well written."

Cheng Ting patted Wu Jin on the shoulder: "I don't even look at who wrote it."

Wang Jinghua looked back at Wu Jin, and said with a smile, "It turned out to be Wu Jieyuan, no wonder the writing is good. From this, it can be seen that writing big characters really requires strength. Wu Jieyuan was born in a bakery business. He has great strength and good handwriting."

Cheng Ting immediately said: "It can be seen from this that gossip really requires a long tongue. Jing Ha has a long tongue, so he can gossip very well, just say, hey, don't move."

The students from the state school burst into laughter, and Wang Jinghua turned blue with anger. Unexpectedly, he didn't answer back, but forced himself to swallow the breath, turned his head and left.

The three attendants hurriedly followed, and after leaving the state school, Sun Jing frowned and said, "Aren't we here to see the arrangement, what are you afraid of him doing?"

Wang Jinghua walked forward with his hands behind his back: "I'm afraid that if I get excited at the moment, I will fight with him, which will affect tomorrow's plan."

"Planning?"

Wang Jinghua said in a low voice: "You will know tomorrow. Once tomorrow is over, I guarantee that Cheng Ting and Wu Jin will never be able to hold their heads up."

"Really?" Sun Jing's eyes lit up, "Did the two of them do something shameful?"

"It's not just shameful," Wang Jinghua said with a smile, "It's enough to ruin his reputation. Tomorrow, invite more people to watch Wendou. We can't be the only ones watching this good show."

Sun Jing still wanted to find out what was going on, but Wang Jinghua kept his mouth shut and stopped asking, instead he went to invite someone with great interest.