Chapter 163 The True or False Master (20)
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Donor surnamed Li?
Zhu Qingchen didn't need to guess who did it.
His gaze passed over the curtain and fell on his own tablet in the incense hall.
My goodness, several old students live in a dormitory, and he lives alone in a single room, right?
The young monk explained, "When the donor Li came, Master Zhu was still alive. It must be someone who had received the kindness of Master Zhu who specially set up the tablet."
Pei Zhen and Liu Yun, who were following behind him, thought about it and said in confusion, "That's not right. It seems that none of the uncles we know have the last name Li, and Master Zhu should not have a student with the last name Li."
Zhu Qingchen smiled awkwardly but politely: "He is not my student, he is my..."
"Huh?" The two students and the little monk were a little confused and poked their heads out to look at him.
"Oh, no, it's not me, it's my grandfather." Zhu Qingchen realized that he had said something wrong and quickly changed his words, "That donor Li is my grandfather's..."
Zhu Qingchen smiled and whispered, "My lover."
I see!
It turns out they are in love!
The young monk suddenly realized: "I heard from my master's master that when the donor Li set up the longevity tablet, he gave a large sum of money, enough to buy a hundred temples. The only requirement was that the tablet must be worshipped for a long time and not neglected."
"I heard that donor Li is very sincere. When the tablet was first set up and he was still here, he often came to pay homage. He would stay for the whole night and even copied a lot of scriptures. It shows that he is very loyal to the donor."
"Later, my master's master also attached great importance to this tablet. When he was still alive, he would come here every day to clean and chant scriptures. Later, when the students of Master Zhu found out, they also came here often to burn incense."
Zhu Qingchen nodded: "So that's how it is."
The little monk finally said, "Master Zhu, rest assured. As long as our temple still exists, we will continue to worship these tablets."
"Okay, then I'll trouble you." Zhu Qingchen clasped his hands together and bowed to him, but in the end he did not go in to burn incense for his own tablet.
That sounds too weird.
Zhu Qingchen finally donated some incense money to Dajue Temple. When he walked out of the temple with his two students, a carriage was parked outside waiting.
Seeing them coming out, Lu Que opened the curtain from the carriage and said, "Wish you, my dear."
Zhu Qingchen raised his head and looked at him seriously.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lu Que said, "I'll pick you up." He looked at the two students and said, "Go to the carriage at the back."
Zhu Qingchen also said: "Go ahead, we are going back now, you two should also hurry up and review your lessons."
"good."
The two students went to another carriage. Lu Que opened the curtain, reached out his hand to Zhu Qingchen, and helped him into the carriage.
The carriage started moving.
Zhu Qingchen hugged a pillow, leaned against the wall of the carriage, and stared at Lu Que intently.
At first, Lu Que straightened his back and let Zhu Qingchen look at him freely.
But after watching it for a long time, Lu Que felt something was wrong.
He felt a little uncomfortable, cleared his throat, and asked, "Zhu Qingqing, what's wrong?"
Zhu Qingchen tilted his head and looked at him seriously.
Lu Que added: "I haven't eaten your snacks or blackened your books these past few days."
Zhu Qingchen said: "I just saw my tablet in Dajue Temple, but I am not dead yet."
Lu Que explained: "That is a longevity tablet. It can be set up while a person is alive to accumulate blessings and virtues and to bless peace."
"Oh." Zhu Qingchen nodded. "I don't know who likes me so much that he specially set up a longevity tablet for me. The little monk said that it was a kind man named Li who set it up for me. Li, he has the same surname as you, what a coincidence."
"What a coincidence." Lu Que imitated his tone and dragged out the words, "Zhu Qingqing, is it possible that the good person is me?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Zhu Qingchen said deliberately, "That donor Li likes me very much. He not only burns incense for me, but also often copies scriptures for me. It must not be you. I know that you hate ghosts and gods and writing the most."
Lu Que held his head and said, "Nonsense, I like ghosts and gods, writing and painting the most, and..."
Zhu Qingchen opened his eyes wide, waiting for him to speak, but Lu Que didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Lu Que and blushed for no reason.
The two of them sat down obediently. Lu Que opened the window curtain and took a breath of fresh air: "This carriage is so stuffy."
Zhu Qingchen fanned himself with his sleeves: "Well, I'm blushing from holding it in."
The two of them sat side by side. Zhu Qingchen seemed to have thought of something and asked again, "You just set up this longevity tablet?"
"Yes." Lu Que said, "Didn't you say that this temple is very effective? So I built one for you."
"Nonsense!" Zhu Qingchen said confidently, "Last time we were in Cheng'an and Yunyang's world, the world of the little emperor and the little general, I saw you carrying a basket to burn incense. Did you set up tablets for others as well?"
"There is no one else, that one is you."
"I knew it was me." Zhu Qingchen curved his eyes, and before the smile on his face could fade away, he suddenly thought of something and sat up straight again, "Wait a minute, you're not going to give me every world..."
Just as Lu Que was about to deny it, Zhu Qingchen said, "Don't lie to me."
Lu Que didn't dare to lie to him, but he didn't dare to look at him either. He looked straight ahead and nodded gently: "Yes."
"Then..." Zhu Qingchen's expression gradually became dull, "There is a tablet for me in every world?"
"Um."
Zhu Qingchen counted on his fingers, trying to figure out how many worlds he had been to. After figuring it out, he slid down like a piece of Guanchao Tower's signature boneless crispy chicken, "soft and boneless".
Lu Que picked him up and said, "It's okay. I'll give you good fortune. Your students like you very much."
Oh no, Zhu Qingqing is about to faint.
*
A few days later, the palace examination ended successfully.
Seeing that Pei Zhen and Liu Yun both ranked well in the palace examination, Zhu Qingchen also prepared to leave.
Every time he left before, he did it quietly, letting the system take him away directly and fill in the plot.
He originally thought that the students would not be too sad to leave like this.
But this time, he wanted to say goodbye to his students properly. He didn't want to leave quietly again.
It was a cloudless morning.
Zhu Qingchen simply packed a small bag, and Lu Que drove the donkey cart and left the city together.
Pei Zhen and Liu Yun supported their grandfather, and the young students supported the older students, and they saw them off all the way.
We passed one post station after another.
Zhu Qingchen turned around and held their hands: "Let's just send you here. Do you still want to follow me to the ends of the earth?"
Several elderly people looked reluctant and shed tears: "We just want to follow the Master, and always follow the Master."
Zhu Qingchen lowered his eyes and patted the backs of their hands: "Why are you still crying? You are so old, and you are still crying in front of the teacher?"
"Master is the only person in this world who still remembers what we looked like when we were young. If even Master is gone, we will really become old men."
"Master, please take pity on us and stay a little longer to accompany us? Or let us follow you? After all, we are all old and of no use to the court, so we might as well follow you." "If you nod, we will pack up and travel with you. We can still walk, follow you, write poems and essays, and earn money for you to spend on the road."
Zhu Qingchen was both angry and amused, and couldn't help wanting to laugh, but once he laughed, he couldn't help crying: "Then go home and pack your things, and I'll take you away."
"Really?" Pei Xuan's eyes lit up. "I don't need to pack my things. I'll just follow the Master."
"Yes." Zhu Qingchen touched his gray hair, "Okay, you go with the Master."
Seeing Pei Xuan say this, the other students hurriedly said: "Then I will follow the teacher..."
Only Liu An scolded in a low voice: "Don't make trouble. How can you expect the master to take care of you in your old age? The master has important things to do. Don't be like a child. Let go."
After the eldest senior brother spoke, the other junior brothers reluctantly let go of Zhu Qingchen.
Liu An said: "When the Master left the capital, we just felt like it was a dream. We couldn't recall the specific circumstances at all. It was just like a layer of fog. Now, we are lucky enough to see the Master off in person."
"Master, don't pay attention to them. They are just clingy people. They will be fine in a few days. Master, just focus on teaching your students and don't worry about what's going on here."
Zhu Qingchen nodded and patted his head: "I feel relieved that An'er L is here."
Liu An, the Imperial Teacher, lowered his head obediently in front of the Master, hiding his red eyes: "Well, Master, don't worry. I just don't know if we will have the chance to meet again in this life."
"Yes." Zhu Qingchen comforted them, "Yes."
Several elderly people were crying their hearts out. Zhu Qingchen clapped his hands and touched their heads one by one. He hardened his heart, turned around, and got on the donkey cart to leave.
The sun gradually rose. Zhu Qingchen turned his back to them, and Lu Que drove the carriage, carrying him away.
The crying of the students behind me seemed to be far away.
Zhu Qingchen asked: "Li, shouldn't I say goodbye to them?"
Lu Que said calmly, "We should say goodbye. They just said that if you let the system send you away directly, they won't have the memory of sending you away. Without memories, how do you want them to spend the rest of their time?"
Zhu Qingchen nodded thoughtfully: "I didn't do well before."
He looked back and could no longer see the students.
"System, let's go."
*
Back to the system space. The system did not rush Zhu Qingchen to choose the bamboo slips, but stayed by his side, rubbing his hand with its soft little light ball.
"Don't be sad, maybe you will be drawn into that world again."
Zhu Qingchen sniffed: "Really?"
"Of course, anything is possible."
"Then let me smoke." Zhu Qingchen wiped his hands on his clothes.
The bamboo slips floated in front of Zhu Qingchen. He carefully selected one and took it down.
"Realistic." Zhu Qingchen said, "This looks very 'realistic'."
"This 'reality' does not refer to your 'reality'. It does not mean that you will return to reality. This is the reality in the novel." The system said in a complicated tone, "Chenchen, you are really good at picking."
"What's the meaning……"
Before Zhu Qingchen finished his question, a familiar feeling of dizziness came over him.
[Title: Exchange Quagmire]
[Era: Modern Fiction]
[Tags: wealthy family, reconciliation, high-class flower, crematorium for chasing husband]
The protagonist of this book is named Yu Bai.
In college——
Yu Bai is a much-loved young master of the Yu family in the capital. He has never been involved in womanizing, is spoiled and willful, and is extremely arrogant.
Song Huaishu was a poor student who grew up in a mountain village. His family saved money to send him to college, and their life was poor and difficult.
The wealthy Yu Bai fell in love with the poor Song Huaishu.
He wanted to pursue Song Huaishu, so—
He chose the same elective course as Song Huaishu and attended class with Song Huaishu.
He went to eat at the restaurant where Song Huaishu worked part-time, and helped Song Huaishu out when he was insulted and harassed.
He knew that Song Huaishu was short of money, so he ordered the most expensive wine and registered it in Song Huaishu's name; he also knew that Song Huaishu had stomach problems, so he ordered a large table of dishes so that Song Huaishu could eat as soon as he got off work.
However, Song Huaishu was always cold to him, as if he didn't like him and didn't talk to him much.
It doesn’t matter. Yu Bai becomes more and more courageous as he faces more setbacks. He can be twice as nice to Song Huaishu.
He also asked his father to set up a scholarship at the school and encouraged Song Huaishu to apply for it to ease his financial pressure.
But at this moment, Song Huaishu suddenly got angry.
He said, "You don't have to show off in front of me all the time. I don't care how rich you are or how much your family loves you. I don't need you to help me out, or take care of my business, or any 'Yu Scholarship'!" "You are the same as those who look down on me. You even look down on me more. You just want to satisfy your sympathy. You look at me like a kitten or a puppy. I don't need your charity."
"Yu Scholarship, what? Is your father here to help you chase someone?"
Yu Bai was stunned and wanted to refute: "I didn't..."
Song Huaishu left a final sentence: "A pampered young master like you will never know the difference between money and sincerity."
Yu Bai wanted to explain, but Song Huaishu had already left.
He didn't think so.
He did not treat Song Huaishu like a kitten or a puppy, nor did he give him alms in a condescending manner.
He just wanted Song Huaishu to live a better life.
The Yu Scholarship is not just for him. Everyone in the school can apply and then be screened by the teachers.
He wasn't feeling sorry for him.
Yu Bai watched Song Huaishu's back as he left and returned home in a daze.
Yu Bai knew that there was a difference between money and sincerity, but he did not regard money as his sincerity.
Just because you like someone, you want to spend money on him and want him to live a good life.
Yu Bai was very depressed.
A few days later, Song Huaishu found him.
Yu Bai couldn't wait to ask: "What was I not sincere about what you said last time? I..."
Song Huaishu blushed and actually apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood that day and shouldn't have said that to you."
Yu Bai's eyes lit up, and he waved his hands quickly, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, I still want to ask you..."
Song Huaishu asked again: "Do you still want to be with me?"
In an instant, Yu Bai felt that all the flowers in the world were blooming.
He stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.
Song Huaishu turned around and wanted to leave: "If you don't want to, forget it."
Yu Bai quickly grabbed his hand and said, "I do, of course I do, but I haven't confessed to you yet."
"It doesn't matter." Song Huaishu said, "As long as you are sincere, that's enough."
"Does this count as true love?" Yu Bai seemed to understand.
And just like that, they were together.
Song Huaishu said that as long as there is true love, there is no need to stick together every day.
So Yu Bai dropped the elective course and stopped attending classes with him.
Song Huaishu said that sincerity should be about giving the other person freedom, rather than showing off money in front of the other person.
So Yu Bai no longer went to the restaurant where he worked part-time to order the most expensive wine and a large table of dishes. Instead, he held the lunch box he had prepared and waited outside the restaurant for him to get off work.
Song Huaishu was barely satisfied with him.
Not long after, Song Huaishu told him that his father had cancer and needed a large sum of money for treatment.
Yu Bai didn't say anything and patted his chest to take out the money, but then he remembered what Song Huaishu said about "money and sincerity", and he didn't know whether he should pay. Did Song Huaishu want him to pay?
Song Huaishu frowned and maintained his usual cold attitude: "Just think of it as me borrowing it from you. I will write an IOU and return the money to you later."
Yu Bai smiled and comforted him, "No need, we are lovers."
He ran around and used his family connections to transfer Song's father to a big hospital. He also paid money and hired a famous doctor to treat him.
During this period, Song Huaishu's attitude towards him has also improved a lot.
until……
His family accidentally saw Song's father's medical records and couldn't help but want to remind him to ask if Song Huaishu was with him because of his father's illness?
Yu Bai was stunned for a moment, then loudly retorted: "Definitely not! Huaishu likes me!"
He couldn't hide the truth, so he ran to ask Song Huaishu: "It must be a coincidence, you must like me..."
But I didn't expect Mr. Song Huaishu to be angry.
His face flushed, just like when he asked Yu Bai if he wanted to be together.
"Yu Bai, is this what you think of me? I'm with you for your money? You don't have to insult me, let's break up!"
They had a big fight.
A few days later, Song Huaishu bowed his head and apologized to him.
Yu Bai burst into laughter and threw herself into his arms, and the two of them reconciled as before.
This was also their biggest quarrel.
Although there are constant small quarrels——
Yu Bai wanted to introduce him to his friends, but Song Huaishu said he was boring and childish, and he would never meet that group of uneducated rich second generation in his life.
Yu Bai wanted to go to a restaurant with him for dinner, but was afraid that he would feel burdened, so he said in advance that he would pay. However, Song Huaishu accused him of being vain and wanting to show off, and that he was deliberately insulting him.
But every time it was Song Huaishu who bowed his head first.
Therefore, Yu Bai always felt that although their relationship had its ups and downs, it was still stable.
In his junior year, Song Huaishu started his own business. Yu Bai gave him the start-up capital in the name of investment, and also used his family's reputation to help him settle many clients.
Song Huaishu's career is booming.
Yu Bai was also happy seeing this.
But in the year they graduated, Song's father died of illness.
Yu Bai left the graduation ceremony and rushed to the hospital to comfort Song Huaishu.
As soon as he put his hand on Song Huaishu's shoulder, Song Huaishu pushed him away.
He said, "Young Master, my father has passed away. The game is over."
"What?" Yu Bai didn't understand.
"Why are you pretending to be stupid?" Song Huaishu questioned, "Isn't this just a game from the beginning? You spend money to help my father treat his illness, and I play the lover game with you, isn't that what it is?"
Yu Bai shook his head: "No, I really like you..."
"I've said it before, it's just my love for cats and dogs." Song Huaishu said, "Now that my father is dead, I no longer have any leverage over you. I've had enough of you, and I can finally break up with you with a clear conscience and in an upright manner!"
Yu Bai quickly explained: "No, Huaishu, why do you think so? I didn't mean to threaten you with your father's illness. I have always..."
"You didn't mean to threaten me? Then why is it that every time we quarrel, it's either the hospital asking me to pay the bill or the doctor asking me to discuss my condition? Do you dare to say that you didn't threaten me?"
"Really not..."
"You only care about your own happiness. You insult me with money, threaten me with my father, and insult me with clients. Now I don't care about anything. I've had enough of powerful and high-handed young masters like you. Let's break up!"
Song Huaishu pushed him away fiercely, turned around and walked away.
Yu Bai had no idea how things had turned out like this.
He really didn't threaten Song Huaishu.
Just as he was about to go and ask the doctor, he received a call from home.
My father's voice seemed to age a lot in an instant: "Xiaobai?"
Yu Bai's heart skipped a beat, and he panicked: "Dad?"
Something happened at home.
Five years later
Song Huaishu is a rising star in Beijing and the president of the famous Song Group.
Yu Bai is a waiter working in a hotel.
That night, an ordinary waiter, while pouring wine for the guests in the box, accidentally knocked over the wine glass, and the wine spilled on the white shirt of the upstart Beijinger.
Yu Bai picked up the handkerchief in panic and apologized repeatedly. Song Huaishu raised his eyes dignifiedly, pushed him away, and asked the boy next to him to help him wipe off the wine stains.
They said that Yu Bai, a young master who was out of touch with the world, just liked to insult people for money and didn't care about other people's self-esteem at all.
They said that Yu Bai had to fall into the mud like Song Huaishu and go through the same experience as Song Huaishu before he would know where he went wrong.
They also said that Song Huaishu loved him.
Over the years, Song Huaishu's worth has been rising steadily. Countless celebrity young masters want to get close to him, and the people around him have changed one after another.
But Song Huaishu never let them call his name, even in bed.
When Yu Bai, with rough hands and a frightened face, appeared in front of him, his eyes still stayed on him.
He still loved him, even though he was humiliated.
——《Exchange Quagmire》
[Host Mission: Become Yu Bai's university teacher and help Yu Bai change his temper]
[World Difficulty: B Level (Linked World)]
[Task Reward: 5 HP]
Zhu Qingchen couldn't believe it: ???
"Help Yu Bai change what? Who wants to change his temper? System, please help me explain it!"
The system said weakly: "The task is generated by the database. This article is so confusing that the database also determines that Yu Bai really has the temper of a young master."
Zhu Qingchen’s eyes went dark and he pinched his philtrum frantically.
Help me!
Zhu Qingchen slowly came to his senses and looked around.
This is an office and he is the only one here.
The room is simply decorated, with mahogany desks and floor-to-ceiling bookcases filled with large volumes of books, giving it a strong academic atmosphere.
He was lying on the small sofa, covered with a blanket.
He picked up his phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and checked the time. It was two o'clock in the afternoon.
It looked like he was taking a nap in the office just now.
Zhu Qingchen rubbed his brows, sat up from the sofa, and took a quick look at the new messages on his phone.
At the top was the latest message sent to him by a person with a pure white avatar.
[Thank you for your concern, but I always think that scholarships and grants are essentially a kind of charity from a high position. I have my own persistence, pride and self-esteem. I will not accept such charity, let alone beg for it in a servile way.]
[In addition, I don’t know where the teacher learned about my family situation. I have no intention of exposing my family situation, and even less of using it to gain sympathy. Please believe me, teacher. I will rely on my own efforts to finish college, make a name for myself, and give back to my hometown. In addition, please don’t send me this kind of message again, I…]
What is he talking about?
Zhu Qingchen looked confused and flipped up the dialog box.
At 10 o'clock this morning, Mr. Zhu Qingchen sent the student the "Yu Scholarship" eligibility criteria and application form, and told him: "If you have any ideas, you can apply for it."
He just said one sentence, and the other party replied with an 800-word essay?
Also, why is scholarship considered charity?
Why is filling out an application form a humble request?
"Is this person..." Zhu Qingchen patted his head and suddenly realized, "He must be the protagonist, right?"!
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