Since the gathering at Julan Pavilion, Ding Yao and Zhao Shirui often came to them to discuss academic matters. The time passed quickly and New Year's Eve was almost here.

There were two more snowfalls in December, but fortunately neither was heavy. On New Year's Eve, Wang Yu and his friends followed the occasion, set off a bunch of firecrackers, and prepared to invite the four people next door to have a New Year's Eve dinner together, but unexpectedly, an unexpected person showed up.

Wang Yu didn't know how he knew where he lived. Didn't he have to go home to celebrate New Year's Eve? However, since he was here, he couldn't just turn him away and welcome him in. Wang Yu held back and asked the question in his heart.

"There's no one at home, I'll stay at your place for two days." Ling Chufeng said casually.

After all, the two had only met once. Although they had a pleasant chat that time, they didn't seem that familiar. Wang Yu was confused. Stay for two days? How could he accommodate anyone here? He said, "I don't have any spare rooms here."

Ling Chufeng looked around and saw that there were indeed no rooms left. "No problem, I can sleep in your room."

So where should I sleep? On the floor? How did this guy manage to speak so naturally, even making Wang Yu stutter?

Ling Chufeng smiled at him and said, "Just kidding, let's eat and leave."

Wang Yu looked at him and wondered, was he missing a New Year's Eve dinner so he came to eat here? He looked like he was missing a New Year's Eve dinner. But he couldn't say that out loud. He could only treat him to a meal. Maybe there really wasn't any New Year's Eve dinner.

"I heard from Mingzhe that your arithmetic and strategy are very good. Can I take a look?"

"Okay." Wang Yu took him into the room. There was an unfinished painting on the table.

Ling Chufeng took a look at the painting, which showed an adult holding a child, and asked, "Who did you draw?"

Wang Yu was searching for her daily manuscripts and said without looking up, "My husband and son."

Or maybe he missed the painting by Cheng Chen and Dabao too much when he was bored, and it hasn’t been finished yet.

Ling Chufeng looked at the child in the painting and saw that he did look a bit like Wang Yu. He tightened his fingers and said, "It's quite pretty."

"Yes." Wang Yu handed the mathematics and policy papers he had written to Ling Chufeng.

Ling Chufeng put down the painting, took the manuscript handed over by Wang Yu and asked, "Can I take this back and take a look?"

Wang Yu nodded. The house they rented was not big, so the room they lived in was not big either. A bed, a wardrobe and a set of tables and chairs filled the entire room, and there was no place for him to read.

After dinner, Ling Chufeng left. Wang Yu didn't know why he came here. Was it for his mathematics and policy papers? But before leaving, he gave him a jade pendant with "Flying Snow" engraved on the front and "Chongguang" engraved on the back. He told him not to lose it and to bring it to him if he was in danger.

Wang Yu shook his head in amusement. What kind of danger could he be in? He didn't want it in the first place, but this person insisted on giving it to him. He had no choice but to accept it and return the gift to him another day.

Wang Yu held the jade pendant and thought about it. These big shots really like to give jade pendants to others. Didn’t Zhang Siyuan also give him one? He just put it in the space.

But Ling Chufeng didn't know what he got the idea from, but he would bring some food from all over the place to have a meal, and he also changed the way he addressed them from "Brother Wang" to "Master Ling" to "Xuzhi" and "Chongguang".

They didn't have to pay New Year's greetings in Beijing during the Lunar New Year holiday, so they just buried themselves in their studies at home. It happened to be a beautiful day on the eighth day, so they planned to go out and relax. Chen Yanwen said, "The winter red plum blossoms at Ci'an Temple are in full bloom. They should still be in bloom now. Should we go and take a look?"

Wang Yu and the other two also agreed, and then the three of them took a carriage to a temple on the outskirts of the city. This temple was very popular and was not far from the capital. Many people came to burn incense, praying for marriage, good future, and so on.

There are many red plum blossoms planted on the hill behind the temple, and many tourists like to come here to enjoy the scenery. Since they are here, they first go to the temple to burn incense to bless themselves for a smooth exam, and then walk towards the mountain behind the temple. They can faintly smell the fragrance of red plum blossoms before they even get there.

"Xiu Zhizi Heng, I'm going to go clean up the mess. You guys go and see Hongmei first and wait for me there."

Wang Yu and Song Boyan nodded, then watched him go back to find a toilet. They smiled helplessly, "This guy."

After walking for a while, they turned a corner on the path and saw a mountain full of red plum blossoms. The snow on the back mountain had not completely melted yet. The red petals looked particularly beautiful against the backdrop of the white snow, emitting a faint fragrance. The brown branches were dotted with blood-red plum blossoms, like stars.

Seeing this beautiful scenery, even Wang Yu couldn't help but want to paint it. There were several stone benches and stone tables under the red plum tree in the back mountain. Wang Yu and Song Boyan walked over. The stone benches were a little cold, but fortunately their clothes were thick enough and they could still bear it.

Wang Yu said, "When Ziheng returns home, he will also write a poem about today's red plum blossoms. I will copy it, and this will add another poem to the collection."

"Okay." Song Boyan knew that Wang Yu was collecting his poems. Ever since his poem won the first prize in Lanju Pavilion, Wang Yu joked that he had become famous in the capital and wanted to make a collection of Song Ziheng's poems for future generations to appreciate.

I just smiled when I heard him say that. Wang Yu always has some new ideas. The poem he wrote that day is still hanging in the Lanju Pavilion for people to appreciate.

The two of them admired the red plum blossoms and chatted for a while. They found a common topic when talking about their sons. They each talked about how naughty their sons were. If they both stayed in Beijing this year, they would bring them over so that the two children could grow up together.

Wang Yu wondered if Chen Yanwen had been gone for a long time, so he frowned and spoke to Song Boyan. Song Boyan also noticed something was wrong, so the two of them stood up and prepared to look for him. When they turned the corner, they ran into Chen Yanwen. Seeing that he looked alright, they asked, "Why did you take so long?"

Chen Yanwen's recent experience was also thrilling, so he said to them, "Hey, don't tell me, I'm planning to take a shortcut..."

Then he started to talk about his adventures in a rambling manner. He was indeed planning to take a shortcut, but as he was walking, he found that he seemed to be lost. At that moment, he felt a bit stupid. Why was he taking a shortcut in an unfamiliar place? He was complaining about himself when he found a carriage parked by the side of the road, and there was some movement. Was there someone inside?

He noticed something strange. Why was there a carriage on such a sparsely traveled road? He stepped forward and opened the curtain. He saw two girls bound and gagged. He was immediately startled. Kidnapping? He was about to untie them when two people jumped out and pointed knives at him.

Cheng Yanwen had never seen such a scene before, so he could only calm himself and say, "What do you want to do in broad daylight?"

Chen Yanwen was afraid that they would come forward and attack him, so he could only imitate the postures in the martial arts books he had read to scare them, "Don't come over, I know martial arts."

The two men didn't know if they were scared but said, "Okay, you are awesome, let's go."

Cheng Yanwen was completely confused and puzzled, but he still thought saving people was the most important thing. He went forward to untie the girls and looked for a way to get them to the temple. What he didn't know was that not long after they left, another group of people came.