How many flowers bloom on willow branches in spring?
It is worthy of the farewell to the parting person.
After leaving Chang'an, the prosperity is gone.
From then on, Qingdu had many mountains and rivers.
The Purple Gold Gate successively welcomed carriages and horses that came to see Du Hui off. In addition to his family, old friends such as Yuan Zuzhi, Lou Jing, Zhong Lu, and Li Tongxue were among them, as well as Xu Jiang, Lou Yunchun, Zeng Zhui, and Hu Xu. There were also colleagues and students from the Imperial College, and many scholars, all of whom came to see him off.
Du Hui looked at his old friends and sighed, "Why did you come? You're bringing trouble to our reputation for nothing."
Yuan Zuzhi waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "If I was going to burden you, I would have done so long ago. It doesn't matter if I send you off today."
Lou Jing laughed and said, "The salary cannot be fined in vain."
Zhong Lu patted Du Hui's shoulder and sighed, "I don't know when we'll be together again after this departure."
Li Tongxue was quite cheerful. "Just treat it as an outing. I heard the road to Fuzhou is full of beautiful scenery and many historical sites. I'm afraid the box of paper and ink I brought for Brother Du may not be enough for painting."
Du Hui laughed and scolded, "I think you want me to copy the stele for you."
Li Tongxue bowed and begged, "If that were possible, it would be perfect."
Several people laughed again.
Lou Jing held Du Hui's hand and said, "Take care on your journey. Although the road may be bumpy, we will meet again one day. We will wait for you in the capital."
Du Hui couldn't help but tease, "This guy won't talk back to me, and I'm not used to it for a while." He replied, "Don't worry, I've always been in good health. I will definitely make it back and drink a thousand cups with you guys."
Then, seeing a pair of young children standing side by side, he sighed softly, "But I have three regrets on this trip. First, I won't be able to see my students pass the exams. Second, I won't be able to personally supervise the printing of 'Tracing the Origins of Cultural Heritage.' Third, I won't be able to share a glass of wine with them."
Everyone knew what kind of wine it was.
"What's the regret?" Zhong Lu called his followers, presented the fine wine that had been prepared long ago, poured two cups himself, and called Lou Yunchun and Xu Jiang over.
The two of them raised their glasses without hesitation, walked up to Du Hui, and toasted him together.
Du Hui drank it with satisfaction, and then said three times in a row, "Good, good, good, this can be considered as putting an end to a regret."
Zeng Zhui also came over and poured him a glass of wine. "Teacher, this is your student's advance toast to you. Please take it in and drink it. When I pass the entrance exam next year, Feishu will announce the good news to you!"
Du Hui smiled happily, took the wine and drank it, "Good, you have ambition!"
Hu Xu was next, and he said respectfully, "Thank you for your advice, sir. I hope you have a smooth journey."
Du Hui drank and said admiringly, "I hope you will have a successful career in the future."
Afterwards, he drank three cups with several old friends and chatted about their farewells.
By now, it’s almost time to set off.
Du Hui bowed to his old friends, colleagues, young men, and juniors who came to see him off, and said in a clear voice: "I am leaving now, and I hope to see you all again in the future."
"See you later."
"Have a bon voyage, sir."
"Take care, sir."
Many students cried, and some took the lead in reciting the Imperial College's academic motto "The Way of University".
"The Way of the University is to manifest the illuminating virtue, to be close to the people, and to strive for the highest good..."
As the students began, the scholars followed suit, reciting in clear and melodious voices, sending them off with great dignity.
Du Hui looked at the students in front of him and his eyes were red. These were the backbone and foundation of Dasheng. With them, Dasheng would be able to prosper.
Then he turned around and looked at his wife and children beside him, and said softly: "I'm going. Take care of yourself and wait for me to come back."
Mrs. Du's handkerchief was soaked, and she didn't care about her decency or dignity. She reluctantly pulled his hand and said, "Master, you must take care of yourself. Don't let me hurt you when you dress or eat without me by your side."
Du Hui patted her hand and said, "I understand. You too, don't worry too much."
Then he instructed his son, "Take good care of your mother. If your sisters are in trouble, help them and don't refuse."
Du Hui had two daughters, both of whom were married, but he did not let them see him off.
Du Feizhang choked up and said, "Father, don't worry. I'm here in the capital. Please send more letters home so that we can know that you are doing well."
Du replied, "As soon as I arrive in Fuzhou, I will send a message back."
Zeng Zhui said: "Teacher, don't worry, I'm here."
"Okay, I'll leave the house to you." Du Hui patted the two of them on the shoulders, and then got into the car with their help.
The family members burst into tears again.
Du Hui stood on the car and waved to everyone, "Go back." Then he looked at Chang'an again, but saw that this prosperous capital was as still as a mountain, and everyone coming and going was calm.
He was also calm.
When Du Hui led six attendants and three carriages sped away, the people who came to see them off turned back.
Several good friends watched him disappear into the green hills, and they all sighed.
Xu Jiang's eyes were moist. Lou Yunchun handed her a handkerchief to wipe her face and advised: "One day, Mr. Du will come back."
She grasped the implicit meaning in his words, and her sadness eased a little. Then she wiped her eyes embarrassedly.
Lou Jing looked at the two of them from the side and said with a sour heart: After all, the first glass of wedding wine was snatched away by that old guy Du Hui.
Forget it, forget it, I'll just give in to him this time.
Then he said to everyone, "Let's go back too."
To return, to leave.
Going and returning.
All bathed in the fresh breeze.
After the assessment by the Ministry of Rites, the appointments of all successful Jinshi were also made clear.
"Historical Director?" Xu Jiang almost choked on her saliva. She was surprised to find out what she said. She stared at Hu Xu in surprise, "What official position?"
Hu Xu said with a warm smile: "Zuo Zuo Lang."
The Zuo Zuo Lang, who was of the sixth rank, assisted the Zuo Zuo Lang in compiling epitaphs, prayer texts, and sacrificial texts.
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