Sitting cross-legged on the small platform is a kind-hearted old man. The old man is wearing a starched white round-neck Confucian shirt. His face is calm, and he has the demeanor to remain unchanged despite the collapse of a mountain.
That vague smile always hangs on the old man's face, just like the eye-catching banner in the house, which is unforgettable at a glance.
There was a long ruler placed on the desk, and the old man opened and closed his eyes, showing a bit of leisure.
A few young men below are immersed in writing. They are all dressed in luxurious clothes, and one of them is a famous prodigy in Hangzhou.
"master……"
A sound that did not match the sound in the room came.
The old man glanced at the person who came. He was the concierge of the mansion. He said casually: "Is this an old friend visiting?"
The concierge pinched his famous thorn and said, "No, it's a man named Xu Qian who came to pay homage to the master."
Xu Qian has long been famous in Hangzhou. Although the old man kept his expression, the young men put down their pens and raised their eyes in surprise.
"Xu Qian...is that Xu Qian who has become famous recently?" The old man frowned.
"It seems so. He does look like a scholar, but he is not very old, only twelve or thirteen years old." The concierge replied honestly.
The old man stroked his beard and smiled, saying: "This man is a madman, but he comes to pay homage to me?"
"Mr. Wu." At this time, the next disciple said: "It is said that this person was suspected of cheating in the county examination, and he was born as a lowly servant."
Another disciple said: "A person like this actually comes to pay homage to you. Isn't he afraid of dirtying your family?"
"A few days ago, I heard that the young master of the prefect's family also criticized this person, and seemed to intend to make him look embarrassed."
Mr. Wu's face was calm and clear, but when he heard the name of the prefect's son, his pupils shrank inadvertently, and he said slowly: "I am from a humble servant and suspected of cheating. I don't see such a person. Go tell that boy,
Let him go quickly."
The concierge was ordered to leave.
But there was a young and handsome young man who said: "This man's "Reading is Good" has a long lasting aftertaste, which is unforgettable after listening to it once. For a person who can write such words and phrases, why should he cheat on a small county exam? Rumor has it that I'm afraid he will be taken for granted.
If it’s not true, sir, what’s the harm in meeting him?”
Although this young master is young, he is Mr. Wu's favorite student and is well-known throughout Hangzhou. Not only does his family have an excellent family background, but he also ranked first in both the government and college examinations last year. He is the best at poetry.
The poems he wrote were praised by several academic officials in Hangzhou.
A young man who becomes famous is a talented person, a child prodigy. Sooner or later, he will soar into the sky and become a blockbuster. Mr. Wu has always favored him.
However, Mr. Wu's face became stern, and he almost said with a sneer: "That's wrong, Tong Zhi, you are too ignorant of the world. Such a crazy life is just to attract people's attention. Don't be deceived by him.
, I have heard a little bit about him. He is from a humble background. He has not yet reflected on himself, but wants to imitate that crazy attitude. The Zhang family and many gentry families in Qiantang deeply hate this person. There are still few such people.
It's better to offend Wu Guo..."
The concierge said: "The villain is here."
Mr. Wu's eyes turned cold and he said coldly: "Send him away and tell him that I have never heard of the name Xu Qian, let alone who he is. The son of a lowly servant does not want to be educated. Where did he come from?
Where to go!”
"yes."
The concierge left quickly without even handing over the assassination.
When he returned to the gate, Xu Qian and Deng Jian were still waiting outside. Since the master had spoken, the concierge was no longer polite. He sneered, threw the assassin to Xu Qian, and said: "My master said that the son of a lowly servant
You can't get into the elegant hall, so you can go back where you came from, go quickly, go quickly, my master is so noble, don't insult my family."
Deng Jian was furious and said: "How dare you talk so shamelessly like a dog slave? Do you know who I belong to?"
Seeing that the concierge ignored him, Deng Jian rolled up his sleeves and said, "I won't deal with you today..."
Xu Qian frowned. Although he realized that the other party might ignore him, he never thought that he would be so rude. Although he was angry, he saw that Deng Jian was about to cause trouble, so he quickly dissuaded him: "Let's go, you are such a scornful person.
No matter what he does."
Deng Jian cursed at the concierge and was almost dragged away by Xu Qian.
Along the way, Xu Qian didn't say anything. He pursed his lips slightly and said nothing.
Deng Jian said angrily: "What? Brother Xu is angry?"
Xu Qian suddenly sneered, with a chill in his smile, and said: "Why am I angry? Those who look down on me, I will make them regret it sooner or later."
Deng Jian hurriedly patted him on the shoulder and said, "You can still brag, so I feel more at ease. But now I can't become my master, so what should I do?"
What happened just now suddenly made Xu Qian realize that the person he had offended was not just the Zhang family, but the entire gentry class. These people had the right to speak, could confuse right and wrong, and could call a deer a horse. What kind of celebrity surnamed Wu?
Isn't it just fame that makes a living? How dare you offend the gentry? Thinking about it this way, it's not surprising that the man named Wu is very harsh towards me.
"These people are really ridiculous and hateful. Sooner or later, I will let them know how powerful I am." Xu Qian cursed secretly in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel calm.
In fact, he had no choice but to embark on this path of fame. With his background, he should have expected this situation.
He chuckled and said: "The world despises me, humiliates me, looks down on me, what should I do?"
Is this question a self-question or a rhetorical question? Deng Jian said: "Of course I will never deal with them again."
Xu Qian smiled and said: "That's wrong. The more others look down on you, the more you have to work hard. That's why everyone is keen on fame. Only with fame can you soar to the sky, and can your destiny be turned around in an instant.
, There’s no point in telling you this, let’s go, I’ll take you to drink.”
Deng Jian was suddenly excited. Unexpectedly, it was a blessing in disguise. He hurriedly said: "Brother Xu is so generous today. Okay, I won't talk about this. Let's go have a drink."
The two of them randomly found a restaurant, ordered a few side dishes, and then started to drink. This time Xu Qian felt depressed and was not reserved, and he felt a little dizzy after drinking every glass of wine.
Deng Jian was always a bad drinker. He started to go crazy every time he got drunk. Later, he was as motionless as a puddle of mud. He just looked at Xu Qian with his drunken eyes and laughed: "Uncle Deng, I have lived in Hangzhou for nineteen years."
, Who dares to provoke me? Brother Xu, if anyone dares to provoke you in the future, you will report my name."
Xu Qian chuckled: "It's useless even if I tell you your name, no one else will know you."
Deng Jian said angrily: "Who said that? You gave me my name, and I was given the title of guarding the eunuch in the palace of the prince..."
Xu Qian was dumbfounded and suddenly realized. He couldn't help thinking: "Yes, even Deng Jian knows how to pull tiger skins to protect himself. If he had a tiger skin, what would those shameless celebrities look like? It turns out that
In this world, the comparison is not necessarily about who is stronger or who has a higher status, but whether you have tiger skin or not. Hey... I have been around for so many years and have been deeply influenced by the old man's tireless deception, but I don't even understand this truth."
He had a clear understanding in his heart and said to Deng Jian: "You stay here, I will go for a walk and get some fresh air."
Deng Jian looked at Xu Qian with resentment and said, "You...you don't want me anymore..."
Shameless thing!
Xu Qian cursed in his heart, got up dizzy, and staggered out.
At sunset and dusk, the streets of Hangzhou City are a bit desolate. This is not the West Lake, there are no countless painted boats, there are not countless boring tourists and merchants along the coast, and there are no young masters and dandies who spend a lot of money. This place is different from the materialistic Hangzhou City.
, as if cut in half by isolation.
What people will always remember is the West Lake and Qinhuai River singing and singing every night. Who knows that most of the time, most people living here actually work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
These are two worlds. In this dull world, Xu Qian has a restlessness leading to the world of singing and dancing every night. He must run towards the lively place with bright lights and feasting. Just like his ambition, he will never be unwilling to remain unknown, but must be famous and dramatic.
After passing a street, Xu Qian didn't know where he was. He just saw the huge house and the towering door wall. At the door wall, many people crowded together to look at something and let out an astonishing sigh.
"These are the poems of Yang Qing and Yang Caizi. You see, they were just written on the wall of Bachelor Xie's door on a whim, and others refused to erase them. This shows the talent and reputation of Yang Caizi."
"What do you know? Yang Caizi's impromptu work happened to be written on the wall of the Xie family. Instead of taking it seriously, the Xie family asked people to protect it. Isn't this a good story in Hangzhou?"
"I heard that Yang Qing is the most talented young man in Hangzhou and the favorite disciple of Mr. Wu, a famous scholar. This time the Xie family is involved again. I'm afraid his reputation will become even bigger."
I heard Mr. Wu...
Xu Qian's already restless heart suddenly turned into anger. He pushed through the crowd to find out.