Chapter two hundred and eighty bookstore encounter
The next day, afternoon.
It’s another calligraphy class at Suxingtang.
Like the previous classes, Zhao Rong took the Suixingtang students out of the lecture hall and went out to give lectures, "Happy Education."
However, something was different this time. Under the leadership of Zhao Rong, the students headed all the way to Linlu Mountain, where they had been last time, without stopping.
After arriving at the foot of the mountain, the group rested at the Self-Abasement Pavilion, and then followed Zhao Rong up the steps and walked onto the corridor to climb the mountain.
On the winding corridor, Zhao Rongzheng was holding a large stack of reading notes that he had collected not long ago, looking down and briefly reading while leading the way.
His eyes quickly swept over the papers in his hands, turning back a few pages from time to time to glance at the student's signature on the homepage.
Gradually, his brows furrowed.
Not long after, Zhao Rong put down the manuscript in his hand and suddenly looked back at the classmates behind him.
He frowned and looked around, his lips opened slightly, paused briefly, and then closed them again.
Zhao Rong relaxed his brows, his expression returned to its previous calmness, and he looked at Yu Huaijin, who was looking at him with searching eyes.
He shook his head slightly, said nothing, and turned back.
I have in my hand an assignment assigned to the students of Suixing Hall a few days ago, asking them to carefully write down their reading experience.
Zhao Rong was not satisfied.
Except for a few individuals, the whole thing gave him a perfunctory feeling of completion.
In fact, if the writing is not good, then that's it. If the calligraphy is not taught well, it can be considered that he, 'Mr. Zhao', is responsible for it.
It's just that some people... really think that I don't recognize your handwriting.
Zhao Rong shook his head.
Almost any word he has seen once can be stored in his mind forever, and he can recognize it at a glance from now on.
Therefore, it is clear at a glance whether the number is correct or not.
At this time, Zhao Rong raised his eyes, ignored the crowds of people and piles of books around him, and looked up at the top of the mountain, the dangerous nine-story building that towered into the clouds.
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Not long ago, in the morning, he also brought Gu Yiwu and the students of Zhengyi Hall to the calligraphy class of Zhengyi Hall to share their reading experience.
Just compare it now.
The progress of calligraphy classes at Suixing Hall in my family is already far behind that of Zhengyi Hall.
In fact, what someone values most is actually their attitude.
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then looked away and continued on his way.
After a stick of incense.
A group of Mochi students arrived in front of the library at the top of Linlu Mountain.
Although the library is extremely tall, it does not occupy much space when viewed from the outside.
However, judging from the orderly but almost constant flow of people coming in and out at the entrance of the library at this time, the internal area must be so small.
Zhao Rong knew that there was a universe inside without even thinking about it.
But now, he and the students behind him are all in class. They just came to hand in some things. They won't go in for a while, and the details are unknown.
Zhao Rong turned his head and said to Yu Huaijin and others who were following him:
"Rest where you are and stay quiet. Xuanji, come over and help."
After saying that, he walked forward.
Ahead, outside the library, on a small open space paved with smooth white jade stones, there are several library stewards busy behind several large desks. The books and manuscripts on the desks are piled up like mountains, and several people come and go from time to time.
in and out of the library.
Yu Huaijin arranged the students and then quickly stepped forward.
Holding her hands in hand, she followed Zhao Rong's footsteps and walked to his right, one step slower.
Yu Huaijin suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao, could you please stop calling me by my nickname?"
Zhao Rong in front paused slightly, turned around with a smile, and glanced at the stern face of the woman behind him who seemed to have remained unchanged for eight hundred years.
Her tone just now was serious.
"What do you call me then? Huaijin or something like that is too ordinary and does not reflect the harmony between our teachers and students, so what do you call... Xiaoyu'er?"
Yu Huaijin: "???"
Zhao Rong glanced at Yu Huaijin, who lowered his eyes and pursed his lips and stopped talking. He smiled, handed over a few stacks of books, and continued walking forward.
The latter took it in his hand and followed.
The two of them came to the long table in the open space.
Zhao Rong said a few words to the curious-looking library stewards, clarifying his purpose.
Afterwards, the two of them returned the books, handed in the manuscripts of their experiences, and met with the library steward to handle the building pass passes for the students of Suixing Hall.
It's cloudless today and the autumn sun is shining brightly.
In the afternoon, the sunshine on the top of the mountain is quiet and quiet. In front of the library, the flow of people coming and going is not noisy and they go in and out quietly.
Zhao Rong was waiting for the procedures to be completed at the table while looking at the surrounding scenery.
Tomorrow is the long-awaited holiday, and he is in a good mood. However, not long after the holiday, there will be a mid-month exam, which makes Zhao Rong feel a little pressed for time, mainly because of the current calligraphy class.
schedule.
By the way, he went to see Zhu Yourong a few days ago and actually made a small bet with her about the results of this calligraphy class.
Zhao Rong felt that if he lost to Teacher Zhu, he might not be able to hold his head high in front of her in the future.
You have to speak in a lower voice, and you can't scold Fang Qiu to point out the country, otherwise, Zhu Yourong will take advantage of the situation and directly reply on the spot, is this Teacher Zhao? The students in the two classes are not as good as I taught in the fourth class, and so on.
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Zhao Rong thought with the thinking of his good friend Fan Yushu, and knew that when the time came, the expression of a certain woman in a scholar's shirt would definitely be in need of a beating.
He chuckled and shook his head.
Beside him, Yu Huaijin, who was now guarding Zhao Rong against fire and theft, suddenly raised his eyebrows and turned his head extremely alertly, looking suspiciously at the strange smile on the face of the man next to him.
The next second, she would rather kill by mistake than let go. She said in a serious tone: "Mr. Zhao, please respect yourself."
Zhao Rong: “…………”
Is there something wrong with me, or is there something wrong with you?
Just as Zhao Rong was complaining, suddenly, the endless flow of people outside the library seemed to pause.
The next moment, the crowded crowd slightly branched to both sides, leaving a two-person wide path visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, many scholars who were entering and exiting the library stopped, turned their heads, and looked in the same direction inside the door.
"Senior Brother Sima."
"Senior brother."
"The only senior brother."
Among the crowd, greetings came and went.
The sudden movements at the door immediately attracted the attention of everyone outside the library.
Zhao Rong raised his head curiously and looked from his direction. At the door of the library, many scholars and senior brothers were bowing towards the door and bowing their hands with respectful expressions.
"Hey, it's Senior Brother Sima!"
At this moment, not far behind Zhao Rong, among the students of Sui Xing Hall who were resting on the spot, someone spoke in surprise.
"It's true, it's false. I haven't seen Senior Brother Sima for a few days, and I haven't seen him come here..."
There was a sudden noise among the students of Suixing Hall. Everyone who had been resting on the spot stood up one after another. Some of them spoke in a daze, and then their voices gradually became lower.
"Haha, yes, it's been a long time indeed."
Several students responded, and then many male students turned their eyes to a certain direction in the crowd.
Zhao Rong turned his head and looked at the movements of the students behind him. When he heard some words that made him confused, he raised his eyebrows.
Just now! Before Zhao Rong could figure out what his classmates were talking about, in his peripheral vision, a slender figure slowly walked out of the door of the library.
Zhao Rong's attention was instantly attracted and he looked back.
What he saw was a very handsome young man, wearing white clothes and a slim-fitting Confucian shirt with blue ribbons. The clothes were quite simple, but Zhao Rong felt that he had a very unique temperament.
At first glance, the most impressive thing about him was this man's eyes and lips.
Eyes cold.
Lips are thinned.
A cold look.
At this moment, facing everyone's salutes and words, he slightly raised his eyelids, tapped his chin, kept his gaze straight ahead, and walked out of the library through the road separated by the crowd without stopping.
After leaving the library, the cold-eyed young man glanced around and seemed to be going down the mountain, walking towards where Zhao Rong was.
Beside Zhao Rong, the library stewards who were busy at work temporarily stopped their work and saluted the cold-eyed man.
And Yu Huaijin, who had been silent all this time, also took a small step forward, saluted meticulously, and said calmly: "Senior Brother Sima."
The young man with cold eyes slowed down his steps, looked sideways at the junior sister of Mochi Academy, and nodded.
At this time, Zhao Rong, who was caught between the library manager and Yu Huaijin, was a little embarrassed.
The main reason is that he doesn't know who this person is at all. Wouldn't it be more embarrassing to greet him with a familiarity? And it is inconvenient to ask Yu Huaijin now.
It's just that the cold-eyed young man was very considerate and didn't give Zhao Rong too much time to struggle. After nodding to Yu Huaijin, he passed by him without even looking at Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong blinked and looked at the slender back of this senior brother with a unique aura.
Suddenly, in his field of vision, the cold-eyed young man did not go down the mountain directly, but turned around and approached the students of Xuerxing Hall who were being ordered to rest quietly by Zhao Rong.
At this moment, when they saw the visitor, all the students had already forgotten someone's instructions and gathered around him, calling Senior Brother Sima enthusiastically.
The cold-eyed young man walked non-stop in a certain direction among the crowd, and finally stopped in front of two female students.
Zhao Rong glanced over.
It's Xiao Hongyu and Li Xueyou.
"Senior brother, long time no see." Xiao Hongyu said with a smile.
"Um."
The cold-eyed young man responded, but his gaze had been resting on Li Xueyou from the beginning.
Li Xueyou raised her little head, looking at the cold-eyed man who was a head and a half taller than her out of the corners of her eyes, smiling brightly: "Brother Duyi."
Sima Duyi lowered his head to look at her, blinked his cold eyes slightly, and pursed his lips slightly.
"Xiaoxueyou."
Zhao Rong finally heard him speak, but unexpectedly his voice was not as cold as Zhao Rong thought before, but rather deep and magnetic.
It makes people feel that the distance created by those cold eyes seems to be closer.
Li Xueyou glanced at the library nearby, "Brother Duyi, what are you doing here?"
Sima Duyi said in a casual tone, "I went to the seventh floor to help the teacher with some things."
The seventh floor of the library?
Zhao Rong raised his eyelids slightly, then squinted and looked carefully at this... reading seed.
In the entire Linlu Academy, there were probably less than a handful of such scholars among the scholars. He had only heard of Fan Yushu a few times before, but this was the first time he had seen him.
"Sima Duyi, the deputy mountain chief's disciple, the seed for reading." Yu Huaijin suddenly said softly.
Zhao Rong glanced at her sideways and nodded.
This old-fashioned woman looked at Sima Duyi with a serious look in her eyes.