readx; After a day of torture and a rare smile, Zhu Ping'an still couldn't bear to tell the fat man the truth about Huang Hua.
In fact, it wasn't just Fatty Xue Chi. Zhu Ping'an glanced around a little. There were people waiting in groups of twos and threes at the gate of Jiangnan Park. Several of them were also communicating with each other about writing chrysanthemums and autumn test poems. They were very confident about today's retest.
, most people think that today’s retest is much less difficult than the main test.
The fat man stood about two meters away from Zhu Pingan, chanting his extraordinary chrysanthemum poem...
At this time, a man walked out from the Jiangnan Gongyuan with a majestic air. Listening to the people around him discussing the autumn of chrysanthemums and the like, there was a trace of disdain on his face. When he saw Zhu Pingan, his eyes stayed on Zhu Pingan for two more seconds.
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This must be the Zhu Pingan that Luo Ming mentioned several times. His honest and honest expression is very similar to the portrait. This person's eyes stayed on Zhu Pingan for a few seconds and then he heard the fat man Xue Chi shaking his head and chanting to Zhu Pingan.
After hearing his chrysanthemum poem, Zhu Ping'an said with a constipated expression, "Hmm, okay."
When the man heard this, the disdain on his lips became even thicker, and he muttered to himself, "This year's top case in the government is just like this! Chrysanthemum...hehe..."
After talking to himself, the man left straight away, leaving everyone with a lonely figure like everyone was drunk and I was alone.
"Hey, Brother Zhu, what's wrong with you?" Fatty Xue Chi couldn't help but ask when he saw Zhu Ping'an's constipated look when he commented.
"Oh, your poems are very good..." Zhu Pingan replied with a constipated look, "It's just that your smell is too strong!"
"Oh, it turns out that's it. I thought it was because my poems couldn't reach your eyes." The fat man Xue Chi suddenly realized, then he reached out and touched a ball of cotton on his body and asked. "I still have a ball of cotton here, do you want to use it?"
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"You can keep it." Zhu Pingan stayed away. The cotton ball had also withstood a day of excrement. Who would dare to use it.
Returning to the inn, there were many students and scholars discussing chrysanthemums in the lobby of the inn. If the fat man hadn't known that he smelled bad, he would have gone over and exchanged his chrysanthemum poems with others.
The fat man went upstairs to wash himself, and Zhu Pingan also went back to the inn to change his clothes. The dormitory was damp and humid, and it was hot in autumn, and the clothes smelled heavy with sweat. He took off his dirty clothes. Zhu Pingan soaked them in the basin and sat down.
On the low stool, I scrubbed myself with the saponins provided by the inn. In fact, the inn also provided plant ash along with the saponins. Mixing the two together worked well for washing clothes, but Zhu Ping'an really couldn't accept the plant ash.
Zhu Pingan had just finished washing and drying his clothes. The fat man upstairs came downstairs looking brand new.
"Brother Zhu, it's rare to feel relaxed after an exam. We will not come home until we are drunk today, as you promised." Fatty Xue Chi put on his iconic big gold lock and gold and jade thumb ring, and also held a hand.
Arty holding a folding fan.
"Can you eat it?" Zhu Pingan asked lightly.
"I couldn't eat it at first, but who made me perform my chrysanthemum poem so well today? I'm not bragging to you. The number of people who can surpass me in this chrysanthemum poem will definitely not exceed this number. People feel refreshed when happy events happen. Today I can
Eat a pig." Fat Xue Chi waved his fat hands, feeling super confident.
I really hope you can still be so cheerful when releasing the rankings!
"Let me make it clear first that I will not go to the other side of the Qinhuai River." Zhu Ping'an emphasized.
"Why don't you go? Brother, I'll treat you to a treat and open your eyes. Besides, I finally made a good poem today. Maybe some girls' school secretary will catch my eye and invite me to be their guest." The fat man said.
Xue Chi's chest was beating loudly, and the big gold lock around his neck was shaking. He was very excited.
"Then you can go on your own, I'm not interested." Zhu Pingan was unmoved.
"Not interested? You...don't you have any strange hobbies?" The fat man looked at Zhu Pingan, then trembled all over and took a few steps back.
You are shivering, sister, you have never looked in the mirror!
"Get out of here, uncle!" Zhu Ping'an couldn't bear it anymore, "It's normal to have a labor orientation. I'm only thirteen, and my hair isn't even long. I don't want to waste my martial arts skills!"
If you think about that when you are older, you will regret it later when you grow up. You haven't developed well yet! There is no need to repair it if it is damaged! When you grow up, you will cry when you look at the battlefield.
"What's wrong with Thirteen..." The fat man curled his lips, and then suddenly became inexplicably formal, with a look of sadness on his face...
"When I was thirteen years old, my father always forced me to study. I had to read books for four hours every day. If I didn't read, my father would scold me. Later, my father got an errand.
, had no time to take care of me, but every time they locked me in the study room, locked the doors and windows, and asked two maids seven or eight years older than me to supervise my reading with big thick sticks, and every time they left harsh words and orders.
I had to read for four hours a day. If I failed the homework test when I came back, he would beat me to death... Every day, he would unlock the doors and windows when he came back from outside, and drag me out after being locked up in the study all day... From then on
From now on, I will like and fall in love with women..."
You are such a weirdo! Your father is also weird. Who can supervise your study? You have to let two young maids supervise you! No wonder your father has to drag you out every day, you are only thirteen years old.
, two women, four hours, it’s a miracle that you are alive!
Zhu Pingan was really speechless to the fat man!
"Hey, Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu, don't leave..." The fat man came back from his memories and found that Zhu Pingan had already gone out, so he hurriedly chased after him.
As a foodie, after the exam, you must find a delicious place to reward yourself. I used to always eat snacks, but today it’s time to try a big meal. I also have enough money in my pocket, so I won’t wrong myself anymore.
So, Zhu Ping'an walked out of the inn and walked towards the Confucius Temple. A few days ago, he heard some scholars talking about the lion's head made in the Zhuangyuan Building of the Confucius Temple.
"Brother Zhu, slow down." Fatty Xue Chi panted from behind, "A gentleman promises a thousand pieces of gold, but you said before the exam that you would not come back until you were drunk."
"Well, yes." Zhu Pingan responded lightly and continued walking forward.
"Then go to the other side with your brother. Let me tell you that the number one scholar in Lan Yue Tower is beautiful..." Fatty Xue Chi could not forget the Qinhuai River.
"I said before that I won't return until I get drunk, but I didn't say that I was going to the other side." Zhu Ping'an continued to walk forward, "Would you like to go to the Zhuangyuan Building in front of the Confucius Temple?"
"Go, go, go!" the fat man said through gritted teeth.
Although Fatty compromised and went to Zhuangyuan Tower with Zhu Pingan, he always instilled in Zhu Pingan the beauty of sex and so on, trying to instigate Zhu Pingan to change his mind and go to the other side of the Qinhuai River.
From this point of view, it seems that modern and ancient times have the same understanding of close friends. They drank wine together, passed out of windows together, carried guns together, and slept together by the Qinhuai River...
It’s not that far from the inn to the Confucius Temple. It took about a quarter of an hour to walk there, but the Zhuangyuan Building was a bit difficult to find. There were many restaurants near the Confucius Temple. It took Zhu Pingan and Fatty some time to find the Zhuangyuan Building. (To be continued.)
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ps: Please give me a monthly ticket, it will explode tomorrow