On the way down the mountain, Feng Qi saw that Zhuo Ye's expression was a little gloomy, and there was no excitement at all about winning the first place. She couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you? What are you thinking about?"
Zhuo Ye sighed and said: "I was thinking about Ran Wenzhi... maybe... I shouldn't participate in this poetry meeting..." Recalling Ran Wenzhi's depressed, lonely and unwilling expression at the end, Zhuo Ye felt guilty. This was her first time.
She got one by cheating, but it hit a student who had long lost his talent so deeply. This was not what she expected...
When Feng Qi heard this, she understood in her heart. She smiled and comforted her and said, "You don't have to be like this. He is full of poems and books. He should understand the principle of 'there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people'. No one has everything going smoothly in his life. If
If you can't even withstand this blow, your talent will be in vain, and you won't be able to accomplish much in the future."
After hearing Feng Qi's words, Zhuo Ye suddenly felt enlightened. He turned to Feng Qi with a bright smile and said sincerely: "Thank you."
Feng Qi looked at her smile longingly, and after a while, she said faintly: "Smile more in the future, it's very beautiful..."
Zhuo Ye had heard many compliments in modern times and didn't pay much attention to them, while Feng San couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard them...
Qingzhu couldn't help but curled her lips and glanced at Zhuo Ye a few more times.
Zhuo Ye took out a hundred taels of silver notes from his pocket, handed it to Feng Qi in a pretentious manner, and said, "Here, your one hundred taels of writing fee."
Qingzhu rolled his eyes at the side, "One hundred taels...she has the nerve to say it! His young master's words are worth a fortune..."
Feng Qi was not polite, took the bank note with a smile, and put it in her arms.
When Zhuo Ye saw that Feng Qi actually accepted the banknote, he couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken. He couldn't help but secretly cursed: "You are obviously a master who is not short of money, but you have the nerve to accept such a small amount from me. It's really unkind. It's so unkind."
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Back in the city, Feng Qi asked Zhuo Ye: "Should we find something to eat at a restaurant nearby, or should we go to Lanyue Lake to eat later?"
Zhuo Ye looked at Feng Qi's bloodless face and felt a little unbearable. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I'm tired and hungry. Let's find a place to eat and rest first."
Feng Qi smiled, her eyes filled with soft light...
Feng San pursed her lips and took the lead in entering a nearby restaurant...
After dinner, night has fallen, and the night market on Qilin Street is filled with lanterns and various hawking sounds, making it a noisy and lively scene.
This was Zhuo Ye's first time to visit the ancient night scene. She walked around enthusiastically and touched and looked around, but she didn't see anything she bought.
Feng Qiqi asked: "Don't you want to buy something to go back to?"
Zhuo Ye said calmly: "They are all things I don't need. What are you buying them for? It's a waste of money, takes up space, and buries its value."
"Since you like it, why worry so much?" Feng Qi said warmly.
"Some things are just nice to appreciate, not necessarily owned." Zhuo Ye answered casually, playing with a porcelain vase in his hand.
Feng Qi looked at Zhuo Ye with a strange look for a long time, then suddenly smiled softly and said nothing more...