"Why, are you afraid? Only now do you realize that you are afraid. It's too late. What did you do earlier?"
Hearing this, the seventeen-year-old girl looked at Zhu Pingan with a sneer, as if she had grabbed Zhu Pingan's little tail.
"Today, I have to say here that I want everyone to see how ambitious you are as a new student. It's amazing to be promising at a young age. It's amazing to be admitted as a scholar at a young age. If you succeed, you will be promising at a young age.
You can find a sense of presence in us, you can belittle our sisters wantonly, but I want to see if your instructors take care of it."
The girl in her 17s and 18s was aggressive and pressing every step of the way, her voice rising two octaves.
Zhu Pingan really didn't know what to say. This girl had such a strong sense of empathy that she seemed to have done something outrageous and treasonous. She was very emotional. Zhu Pingan knew clearly that at this time, with her
Communication is like playing the piano to an ox, it will only waste your breath.
Zhu Ping'an shook his head slightly, then looked at the red-eyed girl with a ponytail and asked softly, "Where did the girl's words come from? What happened? Why are you blocking me here? I
But what did you do to humiliate the girl?"
The girl with her hair in a ponytail said nothing, just shook her head with red eyes.
Seeing the reaction of the girl who fell into a bun, Zhu Ping'an was speechless for a while. Weren't you quite lively before? How could you be so annoying? Do you know how you look like I'm intimidating you?
Yes, aren't you causing people to misunderstand?
Sure enough, the 17 or 18-year-old girl had a fit on the spot, "Just ask me, why are you threatening my girl?"
Zhu Ping'an was speechless for a while, your eyes saw me threatening her. I didn't even say a harsh word, okay?
"Girl, although silence is golden, now is not the time to be silent. If you don't speak again, I'm afraid I will be torn to pieces by your sister. If there is a misunderstanding between you and me, you might as well speak up." Zhu Pingan did not want to escalate the situation.
, then he lowered his attitude, cupped his hands towards the red-eyed girl, and his tone became more polite.
"Sister, let's go. He has nothing to do with me, it's just me getting in love with the situation. It's none of his business."
The girl with red eyes glanced at Zhu Ping'an, then walked to the girl of 17 or 18, held her arm and pulled her towards the other side of the Qinhuai River.
"Thank you very much, girl, for speaking up." Zhu Pingan thanked her and left.
"You are stupid! For such a human-skinned beast, as for that, have you forgotten Sister Taohong's lesson?"
The seventeen-year-old girl threw away the red-eyed girl's arm, glared at her with hatred, and then shouted to Zhu Pingan again.
This woman must have a persecution fantasy!
"What's wrong? Didn't you explain it clearly just now?!" Zhu Pingan was helpless.
"What's your attitude? Isn't it a sense of achievement to bully poor women like us?" The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl was 100% dissatisfied with Zhu Pingan's attitude.
It's strange, why does this girl think that she is bullying the girl with red eyes?
But no matter what, we can't stay here. Some students are already looking this way.
"The girl said she was bullied, so just think that I was bullied. I apologize here. Let's just say goodbye."
After Zhu Pingan finished speaking, he apologized, handed over his hands, and left the gate of Gongyuan.
After walking more than ten steps behind Zhu Ping'an, not far from the gate of Gongyuan, he was stopped again by the girl who was about 17 or 18 years old with an angry look on her face.
"Hey, stop, what do you mean? What do you mean by treating it as a bully? Have you wronged you, or have you been wronged?"
The girl was aggressive. As if she had been humiliated, her eyes were wide open. She pointed a finger at Zhu Pingan's nose and foamed at the mouth.
"That's right, although I dare not call you an upright gentleman, I am by no means a villain who dares not admit what I do. I ask myself that I have not done anything to regret you." Zhu Pingan responded calmly and confidently, "If there are no facts and no evidence,
, please step aside, girl, I still have something to worry about."
"You wait!" The seventeen-year-old girl was angry, and then dragged the red-eyed girl to Zhu Pingan.
"Come on, Su Su, you've heard how shameless this man is, why are you still protecting him? Come on, don't say anything that has nothing to do with him. I watched you cry on the bed for a long time.
"In the past, you were the pistachio of our building, and I have never seen you cry." The girl in her 17s and 18s pulled the red-eyed girl in front of her, half coaxing and half urging her to tell Zhu Ping'an's crimes.
The seventeen-year-old girl urged, Zhu Pingan also looked at her. In this atmosphere, the red-eyed girl cried slightly and told what happened in the morning.
"You heard me, I just went to buy the uniforms for the birth attendants. This is what I wear. I didn't do anything to feel sorry for her." Zhu Pingan spread his hands.
"You didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of you! Although you didn't do anything directly to offend my sister, your every move and every word expresses your contempt and contempt! You
You are so noble, why do you belittle us! My sister is kind enough to help you trim your clothes, is this how you repay her! Do you know how sad it is for you to do this?"
The seventeen-year-old girl and Zhu Pingan were not on the same page at all. Maybe they were in the same boat. They were very indignant about what happened to the red-eyed girl, and they were even more dissatisfied with Zhu Pingan's behavior of looking down on them.
"Am I being contemptuous of her if I don't let her trim her clothes?" Zhu Ping'an raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Don't you think your standards of contempt are too extensive?"
"Otherwise, why don't you let my girl trim your clothes?" the girl asked again.
"Why should I let her trim her clothes?" Zhu Pingan asked back.
"You" the seventeen-year-old girl was startled when she was asked, and then she accused Zhu Ping'an regardless of it, "You are the one who looks down on us anyway!"
Then it seems to have circled back to the beginning.
"If you look down on us, you are looking down on us. We make a living by ourselves and don't steal or rob. Why do you?" The girl in her 17s and 18s asked repeatedly, feeling a little excited.
"I'll say it again, I'm not looking down on you, I just don't like places where people live in a dirty world. At best, it's just that we have different paths and don't work together." Zhu Pingan shook his head and denied.
"You may sound nice, but at bottom you still despise us." The seventeen-year-old girl would not let go of this issue.
"I said, I just don't seem to like places where people live in a dusty environment! People who have different paths don't agree with each other." Zhu Pingan repeated it again.
"On the surface, they say they don't like places where people are dirty, and they don't agree with each other, but in fact they still look down on us." The girl of seventeen or eighteen sneered.
"There are three thousand avenues. There is no distinction between superior and inferior. It's just that the paths are different. Everyone has their own path. I won't judge." Zhu Pingan shook his head.
"Then what is your way?" the girl of seventeen or eighteen asked after hearing this.
"The temple is everyone's temple. No matter what is enshrined in it, it should be kept strong, beautiful and clean." Zhu Pingan said lightly.
Hearing this, the seventeen-year-old girl was stunned for a long time, and the girl with red eyes shed tears again.
"Then you want to be a monk?!" The seventeen-year-old girl sneered.
"Cleanliness does not mean abstinence. It's just about not being promiscuous or messy. I will have wives and concubines in the future. Besides, I am still young, I don't understand the style, I don't understand the romance, so what's wrong with not liking the romantic place?" Zhu Ping'an
"What you said is weird, but what about us? How do we keep clean in that kind of place? If we don't laugh or laugh, we will eat and drink whatever we want, and our mother won't let us go. Have you ever thought about it?"
The 20-year-old girl looked at Zhu Pingan with a resentful look.
"Yes, so I have never looked down on you." Zhu Pingan nodded sincerely.
"Have you ever thought about it, what should we do if we follow your way?" the girl of seventeen or eighteen asked.
"There is no good strategy." Zhu Pingan shook his head slightly.
"Don't dictate other people's lives if you don't have the ability!"
The girl of seventeen or eighteen sneered.
"What the girl said is true. I've learned a lesson. If there's nothing else to do, let's leave." Zhu Ping'an ignored the girl's sarcasm and turned around to leave.
"Hey, stop." The seventeen-year-old girl stopped Zhu Pingan again.
"What else can you do, girl?" Zhu Ping'an paused and asked.
"What's the matter? Although you said you didn't look down on us, no matter what, my sister was sad and cried for a long time because of what you did. Tell me how you want to make up for it?" The seventeen-year-old girl looked at Zhu Pingan and said
.
Why does it feel like touching porcelain?
Zhu Ping'an looked at this seventeen-eighth-year-old girl speechlessly.
"Sister, let's go back." The red-eyed girl hugged the seventeen-eight girl's arm and wanted to leave.
"Are you a new student admitted this year?" The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl stood firmly and refused to let the red-eyed girl move at all, and asked Zhu Ping'an at the same time.
Zhu Pingan nodded.
"Since you are a new member of the examination, I will not make it difficult for you. In a few days, it will be the day when we will judge the courtesans on the bank of the Qinhuai River. You can give my sister a poem to increase her popularity. If it is well written
, that’s it. Otherwise, I won’t let it go.” The seventeen-year-old girl’s eyes showed a hint of luster, and she looked at Zhu Ping’an with a burning gaze.
Maybe this is the girl's purpose of blocking herself. Zhu Ping'an listened to the words of the seventeen-eighth girl and made some speculations. Why does the selection of oiran feel so bloody? It seems that every historical novel is always inseparable from this joke.
I didn't expect that I would encounter it. Really, I have never been to a romantic place, so this kind of thing would happen to me. I am really speechless.
"Why are you not happy?" The girl of seventeen or eighteen raised her eyebrows, feeling a little excited.
"I'm not good at writing poetry." Zhu Pingan shook his head and refused, not wanting to get involved at all. "I'm not good at writing poetry, so please forgive me." (To be continued)