Time seemed to have stopped. In front of the whole building, Lu Shenyan slowly raised his head and stared at Xia Lishuang, as if he wanted to remember these eyes.
"You're right...I'm just a coward!"
After saying that, Qing Yi flicked his sleeves and left.
Behind him, Xie Xiuyuan waved his sleeves and wanted to catch up, but looking at Wen Ranran and Xia Lishuang, he hesitated whether to salute or not.
Wen Ranran half covered her face with a fan, looking at Xie Xiuyuan's extremely troubled expression, and whispered, "Don't say a word about today's matter... Let him calm down! As a friend, you should take care of it when it's time to take care of it.
Let him figure things out for himself."
Xie Xiuyuan looked at the place where Lu Shenyan's figure disappeared and couldn't help but sigh.
"I...I understand! Thank you young master and young lady for your guidance!"
Over the years, many people have gradually been able to see Lu Shenyan's faults, and everyone knew it and chose not to say anything.
After all, to outsiders, some don't dare to spray, some can't spray, and some are younger than him.
Lu Shenyan has always lacked someone who can absolutely suppress him and wake him up.
But now, Xia Lishuang has been given a strong dose of medicine.
"I hope he can really understand it!" Wen Ranran waved her hand and followed Xia Lishuang out of the teahouse.
Xia Lishuang looked at the lights on the street and said with a smile, "Believe him, genius is a genius, he just walked into a dead end. Besides... I have no intention of letting him mix with that group of people to participate in the poetry meeting!"
"Ah? Not participating? Will it be difficult to convince the crowd?" Wen Ranran looked at the other party in slight surprise.
"I plan to let him be the... chief judge of this poetry competition!"
Wen Ranran: "..."
Is this the plan to let Lu Shenyan figure it out, give him enough respect, and then let him scold all these people?
"Are you... too cruel?"
Wen Ranran held it in for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it and said, "The reputation of a scholar is the thinnest... You... are a dimensionality reduction attack!"
"You are too thin-skinned, how can you be an official?"
What are you afraid of? Is it possible that they are worse than women?"
Wen Ranran thought about it for a while, and it seemed to make sense.
So, she happily accepted this cruel suggestion.
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Lu Shenyan walked out of the Qingfeng Tea House angrily. His face turned red with embarrassment at Xia Lishuang's words, and the warm wine in his stomach made him blush for a moment, and it felt like something was about to explode in his chest.
He had to walk quickly to express the uncomfortable emotions he was holding back.
The biting cold wind gradually made him wake up, and also gradually slowed down his angry steps.
However, after the anger, there is endless sadness and emptiness.
He deeply understood that every word that man said was the truth.
He prides himself on being thick-skinned and often makes people confused by his scoldings. Many of his colleagues were so frustrated that he cried with their heads in their arms. He lived like a unique dog-tailed grass in this capital city.
Except for Xie Xiuyuan, no one wants to play with him.
But occasionally, looking at Xie Xiuyuan's official uniform and listening to him talk about recent events in the DPRK, he would actually regret it.
If back then, if I had been more humble and less arrogant and sharp, would I be like Xie Xiuyuan now, a good official who asks for orders for the people, honoring his ancestors, and being upright?
But there is no if in reality.
This sharp tongue is his nature, his innate temperament.
Reading poetry and books and being able to hit the nail on the head is his talent, and it is a habit that is engraved in his bones when arguing with others.
After so many years, I have not been able to succumb to reality.
But is this so-called disobedience really your fault?
Lu Shenyan almost had doubts about himself.
Heavy snow was falling on the capital city, and the enthusiasm he had felt back then seemed to have gone cold. He tiredly pushed open the old and shabby door and wiped the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
However, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Xie Xiuyuan and the smiling woman from the teahouse, sitting swaggeringly in front of the hall of his shabby house, cooking the wine that Xie Xiuyuan had brought.