Xu Dajun really wants to study at the Fang Clan Academy. He goes to the school early in the morning and returns to school in the afternoon. It is indeed inconvenient to go in and out of the city every day.
This Fucheng is not like it was in the town before. Although the distance is about the same, he used to have to walk for almost an hour to get to the town. However, the gates of Fucheng cannot be opened before the time. When the time comes, the city gates have to be closed. It is too late now.
It's all troublesome.
Old man Xu has not yet considered the problem of going to and from school. He is still thinking that in the past, Xu Dajun would go back home to see the sky when he was farther away in the town. The main reason is that he never thought about troublesome his little sister.
But Ms. Fang Xu has thought carefully here and has prepared Xu Dajun's room. The bedding and utensils are all brand new.
Even the study room is equipped with a complete set of writing desks, pens, inks, paper and inkstones, just like Fang Yuxing.
Xu Dajun looked at it, feeling warm in his heart, but he felt a little guilty, "Auntie, you are so considerate, my grandnephew really doesn't know what to say."
Mrs. Fang Xu smiled lovingly and said, "What are you talking about? Auntie, you don't need to say anything. Just study hard and don't see my aunt outside. Just treat this place as your home and live in peace of mind."
Not knowing much about the younger generation, Mrs. Fang Xu took Xu Dajun and slowly talked about how his grandma had brought her up like a mother, and how his grandpa had loved her as a sister since she was a child.
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"So, you can't meet with my aunt, otherwise, my aunt will be very sad."
Ms. Fang Xu has a very gentle and gentle appearance and speaks softly, making people feel very friendly and comfortable.
Fortunately, these "noble people" are not crazy. Otherwise, if Xu Yinyin knocked someone down that day, the two siblings would not be able to go down the mountain with good arms and legs!
This was also the first time that Xu Dajun had seen this ancient poetry gathering. It was very different from the previous poetry gathering that he had been dragged to by his classmates in the town in his memory.
When he went out and turned into the busy market, when he heard Fang Yuxing say this, Xu Dajun suddenly felt like he had been splashed with cold water.
Although the two are not equals, they are similar in age and play together well.
Unexpectedly, when he said these three words, the venue happened to be empty for two seconds. Therefore, almost everyone clearly heard the three words "It's okay" in the tone of his voice.
Xu Dajun was asked so many questions that he couldn't help but replied, "It's okay."
Before that, the scholar who happened to compose a poem about plum blossoms had a displeased expression on his face. He felt that he was offended. He looked towards Xu Dajun and saw that this man was wearing thick cotton clothes that were incompatible with this place. He couldn't help but
He showed his disdain, raised his chin and said: "Oh? I think this little friend can do something better? I am all ears."
The second floor is a gathering place for literati and poets. It is like a large tea room with elegant furnishings. There is a large round table in the middle, and there are tables and round chairs around it.
Composing poetry?
While talking, Fang Yuxing took Xu Dajun a few steps, and he had already entered a shop.
Come on, wouldn’t it be nice to have a good stroll around and have some fun? There’s a poetry meeting, that’s so exciting!
Xu Dajun's whole body was stunned.
At this time, the big round table was full of people, and the chairs next to it were almost full. There were still many people who had moved round stools behind to sit, and even some who couldn't sit down were standing around behind, just to get a glimpse of this place.
I don’t want to miss the beauty of the Poetry Club.
The level of people who participate is also different.
He looked at Fang Yuxing, and saw that the other party was also looking at him with bright eyes, as if he could really write a better poem about plum blossoms.
Of course, those sitting at the big round table were all core figures.
Fang Yuxing waved his hand, "I don't know how, let's go join in the fun and study on the sidelines. I heard that Yang Shiqiu will also go!"
Fang Yuxing spoke highly of him: "He is a well-known talent in Fucheng! He is an excellent poet. It's a pity that he is studying in Sanyang Academy. Otherwise, I really want to be a classmate with him."
"It just so happens that Boya Zhai is having a poetry meeting today, let's go and have a look!"
He knew that these people were not ordinary people, but he didn't expect that these people knew the prefect.
Lyrics are okay, but what about spring sleep without waking up, mosquito bites everywhere, smeared with dichlorvos, and countless deaths? He is good at it, but he wants to compose a poem that will make people raise their hands and praise it as soon as they hear it?
He can't!
Having said that, Xu Dajun was not given time to think too much. He waved to Fang Yuxing, who had just returned home, and asked him to take Xu Dajun out for a walk.
But pairs of eyes were staring at him like demon mirrors, and it was impossible for him to pretend it didn't exist and just turn around and run away.
"Did you see that the man in blue robe sitting in the middle is Yang Shiqiu?"
In particular, the prefect's son called him by name and said with great interest: "Meet friends through poetry. Everyone can speak freely. Just compose a poem for us to listen to."
"Yang Shiqiu? Who is that?" Xu Dajun was not interested in poetry or not.
Xu Dajun couldn't shirk it, so he had no choice but to follow in.
Pairs of eyes looked over. Xu Dajun reacted and said in his heart: Hold the plant.
Xu Dajun felt that these people who wrote and recited poems were very boring, and he felt uncomfortable standing there. However, Fang Yuxing was enjoying the time and his face was full of interest. Xu Dajun looked at him and could only hold back and wait.
The person who organized this poetry meeting was the prefect's son. He loved to recite poetry and compose poems, and he organized many poetry and cultural gatherings.
Boya Zhai is a study room. When you enter the door, you will be greeted by the aroma of ink. Downstairs are bookshelves, with people walking between them, quietly reading books.
Pig teammates wow.
Xu Dajun followed and looked over, and was stunned at the sight. Aren't they the four teenagers he met on the mountain a few days ago? They were all sitting at the big round table. The one named Yang Shiqiu seemed to be the one who said he wanted the rabbit's right leg that day.
, looks serious and square.
Fang Yuxing was still young and not very tall. He jumped and jumped behind him. After a lot of squeezing, he finally found a gap. He pointed at the people at the big round table and began to introduce to Xu Dajun in a low voice.
Fang Yuxing was also very happy to have a good friend of the same age and with whom he could talk, eat, live, and go to and from school together, so he happily took Xu Dajun out together.
Just wait and see, but Fang Yuxing would pull him from time to time and ask him questions: How is this person doing? There are many artistic conceptions in that person's poems.
"We're here! Boya Zhai is ahead!"
"I won't go, I can't compose poetry either!"
Xu Dajun has been to Fucheng twice, but he hasn't had a good tour yet. He was excited to go out with Fang Yuxing.
Moreover, Yang Shiqiu and the four others seemed to recognize him. They were all surprised for a moment as to why he appeared here, and then waited for him to speak with interest or curiosity.
The atmosphere had reached this point, and it was hard for him to step down for a while.
In the flash of lightning, a certain drama he had watched automatically appeared in Xu Dajun's mind. The scene where the protagonist transformed into a civil servant and competed with poems in front of the palace, and the blood in his body seemed to be getting excited.