Chapter 270 I saw that this child was promising when I was young (thanks to my brothers for their mo
In the Cengcong Valley, there are many resting Mochi students scattered on both sides of a winding spring.
There were two students sitting on a bluestone slab near the apricot forest, one sitting and the other standing. The atmosphere between them was somewhat silent.
Zhao Rong waited for a moment and felt that the atmosphere was a bit serious. He raised his thick eyebrows and jumped off the bluestone covered with autumn yellow apricot leaves the next second.
Zhao Rong patted his robe, shook some leaves off, then squatted on the ground with a swish sound, tilted his head and looked at Gu Yiwu, who looked slightly stunned, and raised his hand.
Gu Yiwu looked around and saw that most of the students around him were sizing them up, with hesitant expressions on their faces.
Zhao Rong gently put his toes on his toes and rested his elbows on his knees. He felt that this position was much more comfortable. If he were to carry a bowl of rice again...
"Ahem."
He coughed twice, but his hands were not idle. He broke off a piece of plump foxtail grass, pulled out the young and tender rhizome, bit it between his white teeth, and held it in his mouth.
While the standing Gu Yiwu was still hesitating, squatting down and holding Zhao Rong in his mouth like a gentleman, suddenly some childhood scenes flashed through his mind. At that time, he was holding foxtail grass in his mouth like this, Qingjun and Qian'er were holding up their skirts.
Zhuo followed closely, biting between her lips and teeth the foxtail grass that Zhao Rong picked for them. It was at the farm of the Duke's Mansion outside Qianjing City. The fields were full of rice stalks that were taller than them.
Zhao Rong likes to pick these plump foxtail grasses, remove the roots, and quietly stuff them into Qingjun and Qianer's purses. Afterwards, they reach in to grab something, and they will immediately shrink their little hands, turn pale, and let out a sweet cry, thinking it is...
What a caterpillar, every time at this time, it is also the time when he laughs the happiest.
But then, of course, it was inevitable to be chased by two short-legged little lolita to 'feed' the pink hammer...
I remember that at that time, he was too naughty, and the fabric at the knees of his trousers would often fray without realizing it. After the meeting, he would get another 'beating' from his mother, so at that time, remember to bring Qingjun with you every time.
When we went out to play, the words she said the most to him were still familiar to Zhao Rong:
"Rong...brother Rong'er...slow down, huff, softer...lighter, brother Rong'er, please move more gently...or you'll wear it out again."
Xiao Qingjun's childish voice still echoes in my ears.
Zhao Rongmi looked down at his knees again, and suddenly he was startled. He reached out and touched the knees of his trousers, and found that the fabric at the knees was much thicker than the rest.
The autumn clothes all over his body were knitted by Qingjun. Could it be that the mother was afraid that they would be worn out by him crawling on the ground again? But now that the mother is gone, she is the one to worry about it...
Zhao Rong's eyes twitched, biting the dog's tail grass and sucking in air.
Just when he was thinking about whether he should let Qingjun taste the feeling of having his knees worn out next time he met Qingjun, Gu Yiwu gritted his teeth, lifted up his robe, and squatted down.
So, an acting teacher from the calligraphy class and the president of the same school squatted together, with their backs to the crowd, and seemed to be whispering into their ears. For a moment, this scene attracted the attention of all the students of Zhengyi Hall.
Gradually, the eyes looking at the two of them became a little weird.
Could it be that...Boss Gu and Mr. Zhao Xiao are having an affair?
"Here." Next to the bluestone, Zhao Rong handed over a piece of foxtail grass.
Gu Yiwu took it, hesitated for a moment, and bit it in his mouth.
Zhao Rong glanced at him.
Gu Yiwu felt that the posture of squatting down and chatting was a little embarrassing at first, but after letting go, it felt surprisingly good. The atmosphere was much more relaxed, as if the distance was closer.
He thought for a moment and replied in a low voice: "Actually, I didn't think too much about it. Although I haven't met you, Brother Zhao, before, as a student of Sui Xing Hall, the people who know you best should be the people in this hall, and we always pay attention to Sui Xing."
Senior Yu, who was studying with me, had no objection..."
Gu Yiwu paused and glanced at Zhao Rong, who nodded slightly with a calm expression.
Gu Yiwu suddenly said, "Moreover, although I am a rough man, I have always judged people very accurately. When we first met, I could tell at a glance that Brother Zhao is not an ordinary person."
He raised his brows, glanced at Zhao Rong who was looking sideways, and said in a serious tone, "Brother Zhao's bones are light and unusual, and the wind is light and the clouds are pale. He must have poetry and calligraphy in his belly. As for his temperament, no matter what
Believe it or not, Brother Zhao, I have my own standards for looking at people. Brother Zhao’s temperament..."
Gu Yiwu looked serious, stared at Zhao Rong, nodded slowly, and gave him a look without saying anything.
All in silence.
Zhao Rong tilted the setaria in his mouth and stared blankly at the honest man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in front of him for a while. He pursed his lips and choked a few times, then reached out to pick off the setaria and licked his lips.
Zhao Rong, who was squatting on the ground, moved back and looked away for a while. Then he picked up the foxtail grass again and looked up at Gu Yiwu with a look of emotion in his eyes.
From an early age, I knew that this child would have a lot of potential when he grew up, and it turned out to be true.
The two looked at each other for a while.
Seeing that Zhao Rong didn't respond, Gu Yiwu continued to speak, "Now it seems that my judgment is correct. Brother Zhao is indeed extraordinary. His method of teaching calligraphy is...somewhat unexpected, but..."
He looked at the scenery in the Cengcong Valley to the left and right, nodded and said: "As Brother Zhao said, in addition to 'engineering', it is 'comprehension', which connects the Tao of calligraphy to everything in the world. Through it, you can see more."
After thinking about it, I have never heard of this idea before. I think Brother Zhao’s method is wonderful."
Zhao Rong stared at him and nodded, waiting for a turning point. This was his experience.
Sure enough, the next moment, Gu Yiwu suddenly scratched his head and said with a smile:
"But, well, Brother Zhao's ideas must be too advanced. We students are inherently stupider than students from other schools, especially Senior Yu's straightforwardness, so why don't Brother Zhao give us some advice?
When you lead us in, don't hold us to the same high standards as Suixingtang, what do you think, Brother Zhao?"
Zhao Rong looked at him with bright black eyes and remained silent.
Gu Yiwu was a little embarrassed by being stared at. He touched the back of his head and felt that Zhao Rong probably disagreed. Gu Yiwu sighed slightly, opened his mouth and prepared to go back, then let it go and stopped talking about this small matter.
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"Haha, Brother Zhao, I'm just giving you some suggestions..."
"It's okay, Brother Gu." Zhao Ronghu said.
He picked up the teacup, held it in his hand, and felt a steady stream of warmth coming from the wall of the cup. He smiled and said to the stunned Gu Yiwu:
"I can tell you about my experience. Before, I just kept silent because I was afraid that the feelings of the supervisors below would affect your understanding. Now I listen to you and let you explore on your own without saying anything. Although it is free, it is too harsh.
, I'd better say a few words, but it's not because Zhengyi Hall is worse than Xingxing Hall. The students of Suixing Hall may not understand as much as you. Brother Gu, there is no need to belittle yourself, and after what I have said, I will do it someday.
I will tell it to Suixingtang."
The squatting burly man bowed his hands sincerely.
"Then there will be more Brother Zhao and Mr. Zhao."
"I told you there's no need to see anyone outside."
Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, then stood up, looked at the students of Justice Hall, narrowed his eyes slightly, "Everyone, please follow me."
After the students of Zhengyi Hall were quiet for a moment, they followed Zhao Rong excitedly.
Zhao Rong led Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall.
Walking through the apricot forest, out of the deep valley, jumping over the orchid stream, climbing the stone lair, passing the Self-abasement Pavilion, and arriving at the foot of the forest foothills, you can watch the bearers picking up books and the scholars giving way, the dangerous tall buildings, the standing power of the mountain tops, and the clear sky and clouds.
The meaning of cirrus is soothing.
"I know that everyone wants to hear me teach you the secret method of writing and writing, but there is no shortcut at this time. Apart from practicing hard and observing nature carefully, there is no shortcut to the secret."
Along the way, Zhao Rong walked and stopped, putting one hand behind his back and waving his sleeves with the other, as if splashing ink, understatement, and scolding Fang Qiu:
"I saw the apricot leaves flying and the forest waves rolling, and I knew the surging power of the brushstrokes."
"I saw the clear spring of Lanjian pouring down, the rapids rushing and stirring, and the sound of zithers and congs in the valley. I was able to write with charm."
"I saw the scholar and the bearer fighting for the way, and I looked at the meaning of the brushwork."
"I see……"
Zhao Rong's clear and resonant voice echoed clearly in the ears of the students of Zhengyi Hall from Cengcong Valley to Self-Inferiority Pavilion, then to the foot of Linlu Mountain and in front of the climbing corridor.
It even attracted the attention of academicians.
It made the gentleman passing by stop and listen.
It attracted foreign Confucian scholars to gradually silence and stare.
Zhao Rong ignored all this. He was talking to the point of interest. His black eyes were bright and penetrating. He subconsciously rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, revealing his slender forearm. He stretched out his index finger and pointed at the pen, without paper or ink, sketching in the air.
"I looked at this nine-story dangerous building, which towered into the clouds, like standing in a sea of clouds, while the ancient pavilion with low self-esteem was as low as the mud, full of dust. This one is high and the other is low, but it is wonderful to see the horizontal and vertical lines of ink on the paper.
Law."
"Horizontally, you should be careful when you are writing, go against the trend and move forward, with the intention of tightening and tightening, so that the painting will be flat at the top and arched at the bottom, just like the ancient pavilion of inferiority."
"To stand upright, you must seek straightness and straightness in the curved situation, work hard as a method, use bends and twists, like lifting a nine-story dangerous building weighing a thousand kilograms..."
Gradually, the surrounding area became quiet, with only one person's voice still echoing.
Gu Yiwu's expression was dazed, and he was looking at the highly infectious figure on the field. At a certain moment, his head slowly nodded.
Slowly, among the students of Zhengyi Hall, many people began to look thoughtful, and some students even suddenly looked in a daze, looking around, as if they were seeing the sun through the clouds, and were reminded of someone's words.
Look and get to know the scenery you once ignored.
But no matter what, the eyes of all the students looking at the figure in the center gradually and unconsciously took on a certain brilliance. This is... true respect, not the aura brought by status. Even some art teachers
They had never given such a look to them sincerely.
The two are similar, but they are worlds apart.
Not long after, Zhao Rong was gradually surrounded by the students of Justice Hall and the crowds of people passing by or waiting to line up to go up the mountain. This scene continued to attract some curious new passers-by to join them.
When some academicians heard the impassioned words of that 'young gentleman', they took a long breath and whispered 'kindness'.
A pair of foreign Confucian scholars who had traveled thousands of miles to the academy to deliver books could not help but look at each other in amazement.
There are also some college gentlemen who came to the library to 'steal books'. When they heard that something was clear, they smiled knowingly, turned around and left without any hesitation, and returned home in a happy mood.
And all of this is happening silently...
I don't know how long it took, but at the foot of Linlu Mountain, a large area in front of and to the right of the entrance to the corridor was very quiet, except for one person.
So to outsiders from a distance, it seems like a strange scene has occurred here.
A young Confucian scholar rolled up his sleeves and danced with his hands in the air, raised the corners of his mouth, and spoke enthusiastically. Everyone around him stood motionless and listened quietly, as if... he had cast a restraining spell with a wave of his finger.
There is a special magic.
As a result, outsiders might approach out of curiosity, or they might take a few glances from a distance and then leave.
The waves caused by the strange scenery in this corner gradually spread, but it did not cause any greater commotion.
After all, the most indispensable thing for this huge academy is extraordinary people. Every day there are people debating economics, there are gentlemen who are knowledgeable about ancient and modern times giving lectures in the open air and speaking brilliantly, and there are people from other schools from outside sitting and discussing. There are a lot of new things.
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Moreover, there are not many people who are interested in or willing to listen to calligraphy. The audience is very small, and most of them are only slightly curious, and most of this curiosity is still in the rumor that both the calligraphy idiot and the orchid idiot are the new female teachers in the academy.
On the body.
However, the people who are in this scenery at this time also have other feelings.
Gu Yiwu gradually came back to his senses. He let out a breath and raised his thick black eyebrows. He looked at Zhao Rong's figure carefully, and then at the classmates and outsiders who were listening around him and were as fascinated as he was just now.
A strange thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
Is it possible for the figure in front of me today to stand in front of thousands of Confucian scholars in the academy tomorrow? By then, just like Gu Yiwu and others today, there will be thousands of scholars surrounding, staring and listening to him.
The gentlemen in the courtyard are the chiefs and deputy mountain chiefs who rarely appear. This figure is also spreading his infectious power as wantonly as now...
The next second, Gu Yiwu shook his head and looked at the Confucian scholar in front of him with the corner of his mouth raised.
The burly man rubbed his face with his hands and grinned