The next day, it turned from warm to cold, with cold rain raining on the flowers.
With two black circles under her eyes, Wu Jin saw that her father could take the medicine, and then at the urging of her mother, she braved the drizzle and went to Feiran Academy to study.
Stepping into the second door, you can see the rankings of the previous two days' math private examination posted on the white walls on both sides of the school. The classmates are looking up at it.
When someone saw Wu Jin coming, they laughed and said, "Here comes the number one."
Everyone turned to look at Wu Jin, who barely smiled and said nothing.
Another person pointed at the person who came in and said with a smile: "The one at the bottom is here too."
Cheng Ting, the son of the prefect, snorted nonchalantly: "Of course Wu Jin is good at arithmetic. He sells cakes every day. If he is not good at arithmetic, he will lose his pants."
After he finished speaking, he led his three best friends strode in. When he passed by Wu Jin, he bumped into Wu Jin's shoulder: "You stinky cake seller, if you have the ability, you will be the first in your essay."
Wu Jin’s essays are not good, and even with all his efforts, they can only be average.
The first class this morning was the essay class. The lecturer asked everyone to write a test poem and submit it with the topic "A Candle Dragon Lives in a Poor House". The limit was one stick of incense.
This question comes from "North Wind Travel". Wu Jin thought for a moment and solved the question with the first couplet.
"The cold rain is blowing, and the Guanyin stone is broken."
No matter how to carry the title of the second couplet, he couldn't think of a good sentence for the moment. Countless words and sentences flowed in his mind, mixed with the blood and sweat flowing from his father's body, making him dizzy, his eyes sore, and he always felt like
There are tears accumulated in it.
When the incense burned out, there was still only this couplet on the scroll, which was naturally criticized by the lecturer. Cheng Ting rejoiced in his misfortune and sneered at Wu Jin. The lecturer spoke at the top while he spoke at the bottom.
When the lecturer got to the important point, he couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed Cheng Ting angrily: "You can talk so much, you can tell me!"
Cheng Ting then shut up angrily and returned the favor to the school.
After lunch, Wu Jin received the homework from the essay lecturer and walked to the Tibetan Pavilion behind the academy, looking around at the scenery, trying to write a good Wing Chun poem.
The drizzle outside the pavilion is hazy, the wind has become cold, and there is dampness everywhere. The coldness has taken shape, as soft as silk, sharp as needles, and burrows into people's limbs and bones.
In front of him, an elm tree was about to hang strings of strings, but it was only then that he looked up and saw it.
Suddenly, Cheng Ting's voice broke his deep thoughts: "I am the best at essay writing and poetry. Today, my husband asked me to speak on it, will you do it?"
"Won't."
The answering voice was sweet and crisp, like a juicy big white pear.
Wu Jin turned around and saw Cheng Ting holding an umbrella and enthusiastically leading a little girl into the Xi Temple next to the Tibetan Pavilion.
There was a yellow dog kept in the Xi Temple. When he stepped on the dog's leg, the dog let out a lazily "tsk" and lay down again.
He closed his umbrella and said to the little girl as if he was offering a treasure: "This dog is big, do you want to ride it?"
The big yellow dog drooped its face, turned around, and faced him with its butt.
The little girl was wearing a red jacket, with two horn buns tied with red ropes on her head, and a golden lock of longevity on her chest. She replied with a stern face: "I won't ride."
Cheng Ting was still obsessed with the crime and winked at the little girl: "If you want to come to the state school to study, I'll ask my father to tell the mountain chief to open a girls' school in the academy so that you can come out and play every day."
The little girl lowered her head and looked at the dog: "I don't like reading."
"I don't like it either. We are close friends." He also looked down at the dog. "It can also roll. I'll let it roll for you."
After that, he kicked the big yellow dog: "Wu Jin, get out, get out."
The little girl was confused: "What's the dog's name?"
"The dog is not called by this name, but I am called by this name." Wu Jin walked out of the Tibetan Pavilion and was almost laughed out of laughter by Cheng Ting, and even the depression in his heart dissipated a lot.
Cheng Ting suddenly saw Wu Jin, and his face turned red with embarrassment. He glared at Wu Jin angrily: "You stinky cake seller, how dare you eavesdrop on me!"
Without waiting for Wu Jin to speak, he turned around and took the little girl's hand: "Let's go!"
The little girl hid her thin palms to prevent Cheng Ting from pulling her: "Send me to my brother's place."
"Then, go on your own." Cheng Ting reluctantly took his hand back.
"Are you afraid of him?"
"I'm not afraid," Cheng Ting replied arrogantly, "Who is afraid of him? I'm just a little scared!"
He handed the umbrella to Wu Jin and said, "Brother Bi, take her to the Ming Jing Hall. If she loses a hair, I won't be able to spare you tomorrow."
After all, he later realized that if the little girl had been out for too long, his brother might come looking for her, so he immediately ran away without a trace.
Only Wu Jin and the little girl were left in the Xi Temple.
Wu Jin recognized this little girl as the big buyer last night. Now that she looked closer, she felt more and more that this child had a good appearance, with pink and phoenix eyes, long eyelashes surrounded by black, and rosy lips, like flower petals.
He opened his umbrella and said, "Let's go."
The two walked up the stone path to the left and right, passed through two ancestral halls, and turned right through a long corridor.
Outside the corridor is a yellow sand tank with a big belly and a pointed bottom, and a tank of Bi Rongrong water. Two koi with red gold spots swim in it, making circles and ripples.
The little girl stopped at the edge of the tank and stared at the fish: "There are fish."
Wu Jin stopped, turned around, and stood beside the fish tank. After a while, the little girl had enough of seeing the fish, and the two of them continued walking to the Ming Jing Hall.
Walking outside the Ming Sutra Hall, the door was closed. The little girl thanked Wu Jin and stepped forward to open the door. As soon as the door was opened, a harsh voice came from the room: "Don't use mules, that's a member of your Mo family."
The rules that were followed a hundred years ago, but now that people have changed, the rules have naturally changed too!"
Wu Jin immediately strode back, wanting to get as far away from this place as possible.
The Mo surname was a common surname that dominated the northwest a hundred years ago. It was based on the ten northwest states and was known as the Fuyuan Army. When the Jokhang Dynasty was founded, he returned to the dynasty. Even if he returned to the dynasty, it was like a silent rebellion.
Later, Emperor Zhaozong lured the five members of the Mo family to the capital as hostages, forcing the Mo family to go to the capital to donate land. So far, the fighting has left the Mo family with only the name of Kuanzhou Jiedushi.
Wu Jin strode back to the Cangting Pavilion and tried his best to write the poem. When he returned to the school, he heard the little girl's voice again.
She called her brother with a loud voice. First she chirped about fish, then barked about a big yellow dog, and finally bleated about Cheng Ting's strength. Her innocence flowed out along with her high and low voice, and even the wind became louder.
Be lively.
Wu Jin quickened his pace and unexpectedly met the little girl face to face.
The little girl jumped down from the steps and jumped in front of Wu Jin with a "dong" sound. She stood firm, looked up at Wu Jin, opened her mouth and laughed "ha".
Before Wu Jin could speak, another hurried voice came from behind her: "Ah Shou!"
Then, a man hurried up with two attendants. Before he could get down the steps, he had already opened his umbrella, stepped forward in three steps, and held the little girl under the umbrella.
Wu Jin thought to herself: "It turns out that her nickname is Ah Gu."
Auntie stretched out her hand and pointed to Wu Jin: "Brother, he sent me back."
The man holding the umbrella moved his umbrella further, raised his head, and looked at Wu Jin.
His eyes passed through the cold wind and drizzle, through the dim light, and shone sharply on Wu Jin.
Wu Jin suddenly took a step back, but instead of groveling, he looked back calmly. Seeing that the other party was wearing regular clothes, there was nothing that could identify his identity, and his face was only around thirty, so he bowed slightly and saluted.
The man did not return the gift, but politely thanked Wu Jin, took Ah Gu's hand and left.