When Gong Jian said this, Gong Yu and Zhao Rong's eyes lit up. Gong Yu immediately started searching in his mind for places they had not been to before but still wanted to visit.
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But before Gong Yu could figure out the specific location, Zhao Rong asked excitedly: "Gong, Brother Gong, are you going to travel with us? Don't you have to go to those events these days?
Will the students have a literary meeting?"
When Zhao Rong mentioned the literary meeting, Gong Yu remembered that in the past, a large number of candidates would not return to their hometowns soon after the annual civil service examination. However, during the period before the list came out, the candidates would often walk out of the room.
I went to school and participated in various literary gatherings. These few days were the climax of the communication between these scholars.
If Zhao Rong hadn't mentioned this matter, Gong Yu would have almost forgotten it. After all, before the exam, his eldest brother had never bothered to have any communication with the candidates taking the exam.
So before, he had forgotten about this matter, but now that Zhao Rong mentioned it, Gong Yu was a little unsure. Will the eldest brother attend those people's cultural gatherings?
In any case, these people have the same status as the eldest brother. It will be helpful to the eldest brother's future future by participating in more cultural events and getting to know more candidates who may win the exam.
So now not only Zhao Rong looked at Gong Jian in confusion, but even Gong Yu had turned around and waited for Gong Jian's answer.
Seeing that the two of them had the same expression again, Gong Jian couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seemed that this kid whom his second brother had just met really had a connection with him. Look at these two people, from just now to
Now, in this short period of time, the same expression has appeared many times.
Gong Jian felt funny in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He was still very happy that his second brother could find a good friend who was like him.
Of course, Gong Jian also knew about literary gatherings, but what he couldn't bear the most was to participate in such boring literary gatherings with those sour scholars.
When he thought of the usual speech and behavior of the scholars he met in the county school, Gong Jian felt that those literary meetings were a waste of time. He waved his hand and said neatly: "I don't like participating in those people's literary meetings."
I always felt that instead of discussing classics and history with them, it would be better to read the books of sages several times at home.
It cannot be said that Gong Jian was working behind closed doors. In fact, when the literati gathered together, they often talked more about those romantic and snowy nights. As for real knowledge, these literati did not know how much ink they had in their hearts, but in short, the literati looked down upon each other.
This matter is the most common among these people, so how can we talk about it?
No matter how they pretended to be on the surface, in fact everyone looked down on the people around them because they didn't have much ink in their stomachs. After going to a cultural gathering once, Gong Jian would never attend a gathering of these people again.
Besides, his purpose in participating in the imperial examination was not at all to gain an official career, so it was not important to him to communicate with these people to build relationships and lay the foundation for future officialdom.
After hearing Gong Jian's answer, Gong Yu was completely relieved. Instead, he thought carefully about what he was looking for just now. Which scenic spot to visit first was the most important.
But Zhao Rong's mind is not as simple as his. On the one hand, he admires Gong Jian for being able to directly say that he doesn't like those literati's literary gatherings. Such true temperament makes him identify with this elder brother Gong even more in his heart.
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On the other hand, he thought of his old gentleman. His gentleman also talked about the literary gatherings he had attended. In his mouth, the literary gatherings were not just simple gatherings, but a kind of status.
A representative of a specific group of people. Being able to participate in cultural gatherings of a specific group of people is itself a proof of identity and an affirmation of one's knowledge.
So now, Zhao Rong is a little confused. He doesn't know what this so-called literary meeting of literati is like. But he also knows in his heart that with his talent in reading, it is simply impossible for him to participate in this kind of meeting one day.
Literary Society.
Perhaps because he could see the little sadness in Zhao Rong's heart, Gong Jian smiled and said to him: "Why, little brother Zhao Rong, are you more interested in this kind of literary society?"
Hearing Brother Gong ask himself, Zhao Rong quickly became nervous and answered cautiously: "Well, Brother Gong is like this. I have never participated in this kind of literary meeting, so I don't know what will happen at the literary meeting.
, it is inevitable that you will be a little curious.”
Regarding Zhao Rong's answer, Gong Jian also felt that it was excusable. After all, at their age, it was inevitable that they would still have such interest and admiration for these literary societies. However, his second brother had also persuaded him before to get along with these scholars.
We communicate more, but why didn’t we say a word today?
He turned to look at Gong Yu, only to find that his second brother was already thinking about other things and didn't pay much attention to their conversation.
Gong Jian thought in his mind and understood that his second brother was probably already thinking about what he just said, and he was thinking about where to go for fun in the next few days. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but reach out and touch Gong Yu's arm.
Pulled him out of his thoughts.
Gong Yu, whose thoughts were interrupted, blinked and looked at his elder brother innocently, wondering what his elder brother wanted to say to him.
Gong Jian smiled and explained: "I don't think you two have attended this kind of literary gathering. Are you curious about this kind of gathering? If you are both interested, I would
Okay, I can take you to attend a few such cultural gatherings."
After hearing Gong Jian's words, the expressions of Zhao Rong and Gong Yu were completely different this time. Zhao Rong's face was full of excitement. In his life, he had never participated in a literary gathering of literati.
Before, the old gentleman was only responsible for his enlightenment, and he didn't even have any classmates. Let alone communicating with peers, even most of the daily teaching conversations he had with the old gentleman were difficult for him to understand.
But now he heard something. Brother Gong actually said that he would take him to attend a cultural gathering. How could this not make Zhao Rong excited? You know, Brother Gong is a scholar, and the cultural gathering he attended was
It will not be a casual gathering of scholars without fame.
Of course, Zhao Rong was very excited to be able to participate in such a high-level cultural gathering. If he participated in the cultural gathering, then when he returns home, he and his old husband will have more common topics.