But the noon sun is still hot. Fortunately, Duyou City stands on the seaside.
The North Sea sends waves of cool sea breeze from time to time. Such alternation between hot and cold is a strange feeling.
At this time, Zhao Rong was standing under a few rustling green bamboos, dressed in a neat green shirt, waiting for the arrival of Mr. Chen in front of him.
After a while.
I saw the noisy and crowded crowd in front gradually parting, as if a ferry was passing through.
Zhao Rong finally saw the true face of Mr. Chen.
He is about forty years old, with a kind face, a long beard, and black hair hanging behind his back. He is wearing a wide-breasted shirt, tied casually with only a long belt around his waist, and wearing wooden clogs on his feet.
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Zhao Rong was quite surprised by this dress, which resembled that of a celebrity from Zhongnan, with loose clothes and loose hair, bare chest and breasts.
In his impression, most of the Confucian academy gentlemen should be serious, dignified, and similar to the image of a meticulous master. However, the chic dress of Mr. Chen, who was sought after by many scholars, broke Zhao Rong's stereotyped impression.
It seems that the atmosphere of Linlu Academy is much more relaxed than expected...
Mr. Chen was holding an ink-colored wine flask in one hand and a pile of rolled-up manuscripts in the other, and strode forward. Scholars crowded around him and followed him, talking in a flurry of words.
But Mr. Chen kept smiling kindly and did not reply.
Someone wanted to pick up his flask and help him get a drink, but he waved his hand and refused.
Many scholars also handed over some poems and papers, and he took them all one by one, rolled them into the pile of manuscripts in his hand, and took them away together.
Mr. Chen walked non-stop towards the wine shop.
Zhao Rong looked at the scholars crowding around Mr. Chen and shook his head slightly.
At this time, seeing Mr. Chen getting closer and closer to him, Zhao Rong could not help but clear his throat and mentally relive the poems he had just carefully selected.
Finally, Mr. Chen, followed by a large group of scholars, was about to pass in front of him.
Zhao Rongmo calculated the distance and found that he was only a few steps away from him.
Zhao Rong suddenly spoke loudly:
"A pot of wine among the flowers, alone..."
But at this moment, before Zhao Rong could finish reciting the last sentence "Drinking alone without a blind date", his voice was interrupted.
In other words, he was not interrupted. He actually chanted, but was drowned in the sound.
Deafening noises suddenly sounded near Zhao Rong.
"Lanling Wine Tulip..."
"I advise you to Jin Quji..."
"Drink fine wine by building a building..."
Zhao Rong twitched the corners of his mouth and looked around. He saw that the scholars who had been enjoying the cool air in the bamboo forest with him had long lost their previous resting attitude. Instead, like Zhao Rong, they all shouted loudly when Mr. Chen passed by.
Read poetry.
Especially the brother a few steps away from Zhao Rong was simply roaring and reading poetry.
Zhao Rong took a breath of cold air.
The brother's sudden roar just now almost deafened his ears. The most speechless thing was that Zhao Rong couldn't hear a word of what he was shouting...
At this moment.
Faced with the sight of a large group of waiting scholars on the roadside scrambling to read poems after his arrival, Mr. Chen was not surprised at all and passed by without squinting.
The group of scholars following him were not surprised at all when they saw this situation. They must have seen this kind of routine many times, or... Zhao Rong's behavior was a remnant of their tricks?
Many scholars in the crowd looked at the behavior of Zhao Rong and others and shook their heads with pity.
Zhao Rong watched Mr. Chen and the others pass by him without missing a beat. He suddenly became anxious and quickly continued to read aloud the poem he had carefully selected to encourage drinking.
But.
As soon as his voice left his mouth, it was drowned in the chaotic sound waves, without causing any waves.
Zhao Rong sadly discovered that he couldn't yell at these guys at all, especially the Hanhan next to him who was bending down and yelling at the top of his lungs...
Zhao Rong covered his ears and glared at the person beside him.
Mr. Chen has gone far away. Can you please stop yelling? My ears are almost ringing!
It's a pity that they didn't pay attention to him at all, and they were still yelling at the top of their lungs while minding their own business.
I don’t know what I’m yelling about…
Zhao Rong quickly covered his ears and ran away to chase Mr. Chen.
Without any shame, he joined the crowd that he had shaken his head and sighed in silent contempt not long ago without even thinking about it.
Zhao Rong squeezed forward with all his strength.
But the scholars around him, who looked very weak at first, didn't know where they were. They were all monsters and ghosts who came from nowhere. Since Zhao Rong, a warrior in the Zhenyi stage of the Heavenly Realm, couldn't squeeze out of them, he was even almost squeezed in by the people behind him.
Go behind...
Zhao Rong admitted that he had never expected this situation, but...
Zhao Rong gritted his teeth, tilted his mouth reluctantly, and sneered.
Fortunately, I saved my life early.
He turned over his hand and took it from the Xumi object, and there was a piece of poetry paper in his hand.
Zhao Rong stopped, took a deep breath, broke away from the following crowd, ran to one side, and turned around the curved line to the road in front of Mr. Chen, with glaring eyes ready to hand over the poem in his hand.
However, at this moment, Zhao Rong saw a scholar not far away wearing a splendid Lan shirt, clutching a piece of poetry paper. He squeezed in front of Mr. Chen and handed over the poetry paper.
Mr. Chen, who had always accepted the paper handed to him by the scholar, suddenly stopped and did not raise his hand to pick up the folded poem paper. He ignored the beautiful scholar and continued to smile without saying a word.
Go forward.
Upon seeing this, Scholar Jinxiu looked anxious. He looked around, gritted his teeth, and hurriedly ran up again. However, when he squeezed next to Mr. Chen again, he suddenly unfolded the poem note in his hand.
In an instant.
Hundreds of meters around are filled with the mellow aroma of wine, which is intoxicating.
I saw a series of strange phenomena appearing on the unfolded poem paper.
This is the time to start writing poems.
The scholar Jinxiu handed over the poem paper again with a smile on his face.
only.
Mr. Chen still ignored it, and even the friendly smile that had always been on his face slowly disappeared. He quickened his pace and walked toward the wine shop faster and faster.
But the beautiful scholar pursued him relentlessly.
"Mr. Chen, please stay! This is a humble work based on what I heard about Mr. Chen's deeds a few days ago. However, I feel that there are still many shortcomings. I would like to thank Mr. Chen for correcting me..."
Before Scholar Jinxiu finished speaking, Mr. Chen suddenly waved his sleeves.
The next second, the beautiful scholar fell to the ground a hundred meters away.
All this happened in a moment, before Zhao Rongqing could wait.
The Jinxiu scholar a hundred meters away was sweating profusely and looked frightened.
But Mr. Chen didn’t pay attention to him anymore.
And many scholars around him cast contemptuous and disdainful glances at the Jinxiu scholar.
Zhao Rong, who witnessed all this, slowly stopped and stopped following Mr. Chen.
He stood there and rubbed his nose, sighed, and put the poem paper in his hand back into the Xumi object.