Mr. Zhuang waved to the three disciples, then held Bai Erlang's hand and sat back on the chair. He smiled at Mr. Jiang and others: "The tea Mr. Jiang brought today is also too good. I didn't expect to drink it."
I got drunk after just a few drinks."
Mr. Jiang turned his head and glanced at Chen Fulin. When he saw Chen Fulin with his eyes lowered and silent, he couldn't help laughing and said happily: "This is the first time in Jiang's life that he has seen someone drunk with tea. Come on, come on, Zhuang."
Brother, let’s have another drink to relieve our drunkenness.”
Mr. Jiang handed it over, and Mr. Zhuang actually took it and took a sip, praising: "Good tea."
Everyone: ...So is this real drunken tea or fake drunken tea?
But now everyone looked at Mr. Zhuang, who had a dull expression, and then at Chen Fulin, who was staring at Mr. Zhuang closely. Everyone also figured out that the relationship between these two fellow villagers and classmates didn't seem to be very good.
Chen Fulin waited for them to finish talking and then smiled with Mr. Zhuang and said, "I haven't seen Brother Zhuang for many years. How about we make an appointment to catch up on old times?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said: "I think it is better to choose a day than to hit the sun. Why not just do it today."
Chen Fulin was stunned and said with a smile: "It's too hasty. Why don't I hold a banquet at the Zhuangyuan Building another day and invite Brother Zhuang to have a glass of wine. I remember that Brother Zhuang used to love drinking."
Mr. Zhuang said sadly: "Yes, drinking causes trouble, so Mr. Zhuang has quit."
The three disciples looked up at their husband together and thought to themselves: That's strange, he still loves to drink so much. Sure enough, his mouth is so deceptive.
Chen Fulin didn't believe it either. Wasn't he drunk last time I bumped into him in the Zhuangyuan Building?
Mr. Jiang smiled and asked: "So you are not drunk now, but you are drunk with tea?"
Mr. Zhuang nodded seriously, "Yes."
Mr. Chen, who had just had a drink with him some time ago:...
Chen Fulin paused and said without giving up: "I don't know where Brother Zhuang will live after he comes to Beijing. How about I pay him a visit tomorrow to reminisce about old times?"
"The humble room is so humble. I'm afraid I've neglected Master Chen and didn't dare to invite you in." Mr. Zhuang pointed casually, without caring where it was, and said with a smile: "Master Chen has something to say to me, why don't you borrow the convenience of your host today?"
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Mr. Jiang put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "This is casual. Since Mr. Chen and Mr. Zhuang are classmates and old friends, they shouldn't be so polite. Just as Mr. Zhuang said, it's better to choose a day than to hit it. Well, I don't have to go there."
Elsewhere, this is fine, we will just make room for you."
After that, he shouted to everyone, "Come on, let's go to the atrium and see what good poems have been produced during this year's Mid-Autumn Festival."
Everyone had come to their senses long ago. Looking at the postures of the two of them, there was probably no old feelings, but there was a possibility of old grudges.
Everyone smiled politely and followed Mr. Jiang away.
Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo hesitated for a moment, glanced at Bai Shan and then followed Mr. Jiang. Mr. Chen, who was about to follow, turned around and saw Bai Shan and the others motionless, and couldn't help calling them, "Let you sir speak.
, come on, you just came over from the atrium, can you take us there to have a look?"
The three of them turned to look at their husband. Mr. Zhuang nodded slightly to them. The three of them glanced at Chen Fulin again. They felt that he looked a little younger than their husband. Even if they fought, their husband would not be able to do it for a while.
I felt so bad that I turned around and left together.
However, they refused to go to the atrium. They found a slightly higher place to lean on and quietly watched over there, so that if a fight really broke out, they could go to support as quickly as possible.
Seeing that they were all gone, Mr. Zhuang stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Chen, please sit down."
Chen Fulin smiled bitterly and said, "Xunmei, do you have to be so different from me?"
Mr. Zhuang raised his eyes and looked at him calmly.
Chen Fulin looked away slightly, not looking into his eyes, but still had the same sincere expression on his face, "You, why did you come to the capital?"
"As people get older, it's easier to think about old things. Thinking about it, thinking about it, they want to go to the places they have visited before, so I came here."
Chen Fulin nodded and sighed: "Yes, I often think of the days when I was studying in Yizhou. I am one year older than you, but you often need you to take care of me. How long do you plan to stay in the capital this time?"
Mr. Zhuang poured himself a cup of tea and said with a smile: "I'm not sure, maybe March or May, maybe three or five years."
Chen Fulin immediately clenched his fists, but after a moment he relaxed again and asked with a smile: "Are those three young men just now your disciples? Are they going to Beijing to study, and are they planning to wait for the Imperial College Examination next year?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said nothing.
"I heard someone say before that you opened a school in Mianzhou to recruit disciples. I didn't expect to be able to teach such good disciples. I think they are still young. How confident are you that they will pass the exam next year?"
After drinking tea, Mr. Zhuang put down his teacup and said with a smile: "They don't need to take the exam anymore. They are already in the Imperial College at this time."
He smiled and said: "One is in Guozixue, and the other is in Taixue. The treatment is much better than what we were recommended by the government schools back then. I remember that if we were lucky enough to be selected and recommended by the government schools, we could only enter four schools, right?"
"By the way, isn't Mr. Chen from the Four Schools?"
Chen Fulin swallowed, glanced at Mr. Zhuang's eyes, looked away, and said with a smile: "That's a compromise, otherwise I wouldn't be able to enter the Imperial College in the last year."
Mr. Zhuang raised his lips and said nothing.
Chen Fulin said softly: "Xunmei, after you left Beijing, I asked my classmates to find you and wanted to recommend you to Tongzhou to be the county magistrate. You also know that when my uncle was the governor of Tongzhou, where did you go?
With your ability, coupled with my uncle's help, you will be promoted to the county magistrate in a short time. Unfortunately, there was no news about you after you left the capital. I heard that you returned to your hometown and took your younger siblings and nephews away. Alas... you...
Why bother?"
Mr. Zhuang looked at his kind face and suddenly felt bored, "Master Chen, just say what you want to say."
Chen Fulin shook his head, "Xunmei, you have misunderstood me too deeply. I know that you don't believe me if I explain too much about what happened back then. But you have to believe that the friendship between you and me, what happened at that time was really not my original intention.
The first time I met you in the Zhuangyuan Building, I thought it was you, but I was afraid it wasn't you, so I sent my servants to look for you..."
"I know," Mr. Zhuang said with a smile, "I know someone is following me in a car."
Chen Fulin choked immediately.
Seeing Mr. Zhuang looking at him coldly, Chen Fulin raised his hand and swore: "Xunmei, I swear, I mean no harm. We are both at this age and half of our bodies are buried. What else can I hide from you?
I swear, whether it was more than 20 years ago or today more than 20 years later, I never thought of harming you."
Mr. Zhuang looked at him for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, I believe you."