Chu Lu felt that if favorability could be measured in numbers, Su Qingzhi would probably have 1 1 1 popping up on his head right now...
Ever since he had seen the calligraphy at the entrance to the academy, the other party's attitude towards him had become subtly friendly - it couldn't be said that he had been unfriendly before, probably it was the difference between an ordinary friend and a close friend - and now, after he had politely praised the row of dilapidated tile houses, it seemed that he had directly boosted the other party's favorability.
Chu Lu: "..."
But to be honest, he didn't really need this kind of favor.
On the other hand, Su Qingzhi, who seemed to have a rare affinity with his aesthetics, started to talk endlessly, from "nestled in the mountains, hidden in the city" to "surrounded by green waters, gentlemanly integrity"...
It was obvious that the other party liked the scenery of the mountains and forests very much, as if even the scattered arrangement of every blade of grass and tree in it could be described with a special layout.
Finally, he concluded to Su Qingzhi: "The founder of the academy must have spent a lot of thought to choose this place."
Chu·Founder·Lu was silent.
No, he was so busy at that time that he wanted to split himself into eight pieces. He had no time to care about these details. The location of the academy was planned by the system.
Moreover, the specific reason for choosing the location had nothing to do with what Su Qingzhi had just said. In those years, there was no time to consider whether the scenery was good or not. He chose the place mainly for safety. To prevent any bandits from directly robbing the land and becoming the king of the mountain. If it really turned into the latter, it would be a joke.
But obviously, this is not the end. After Su Qingzhi finished speaking, he immediately looked over expectantly, as if waiting for some confirmation.
Chu Lu: "..."
Does this kid really know who built this academy?
Chu Lu's somewhat long silence made Su Qingzhi a little anxious. He couldn't help but ask again, "Brother Yan?"
Chu Lu realized something from his attitude and looked at the young man thoughtfully.
——I know.
The child knows it.
Whether it is the calligraphy you see when you enter the academy, or these tiled houses.
He thought of the time when Su Qingzhi suddenly stood up during the storytelling in the teahouse.
And later, when we met again in the tavern, the other party introduced himself as... "Qinzhou"?
Chu Lu couldn't help but shake his head slightly in his heart.
Judging from this result, "Prime Minister Huo"'s "buying people's hearts" move of donating in Tanzhou... actually bought a silly roe deer.
After all, the young man couldn't hold his temper. Chu Lu's long silence finally made him reveal some flaws. He couldn't maintain the casual joking between friends, and his eyes showed some anxiety and expectation.
This time, Chu Lu did not agree politely like before, but shook his head slightly and asked slowly: "Brother Qingzhi is from Tanzhou, right?"
"Yes." Su Qingzhi realized something, his face changed, and he immediately tried to explain, "But..."
But before he could utter the next words, Li Bojin on the other side secretly pulled his sleeve. Su Qingzhi paused and fell silent with an unpleasant expression.
He did not speak a word throughout the rest of the trip, and Li Bojin, who was silent at the beginning, took over the responsibility of guiding the tour.
To be honest, Li Bojin is much more professional when it comes to the duty of a tour guide.
——There is a sense of distance and alienation in the profession.
Chu Lu didn't have any bad feelings because of this little thing. In fact, if these guys could learn a lesson from this incident and not be so "open-hearted" to everyone, Chu Lu would feel more at ease.
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When Li Bojin came back from sending Chu Lu to his residence, he saw his classmate squatting on the ground with a depressed look on his face. He had almost pulled out all the grass next to him.
Li Bojin sighed and stepped forward.
But he said: "Qingzhi, you acted too rashly today."
Su Qingzhi raised his eyelids and glanced at him. He was already feeling unhappy and a little aggrieved because he was not recognized.
But at this moment, under the gaze of his companions, all these emotions turned into guilt... He was indeed a little anxious.
"but……"
He stammered twice, unconsciously tightened his grip on the blade of grass, and raised his voice slightly, "Brother Yan is a man of quick wit and extraordinary conversation, unlike those mediocre people who only know how to follow the crowd!"
He originally thought that the other party would understand and be able to see through the man's endurance of humiliation.
Li Bojin shook his head: "That's too hasty."
Su Qingzhi originally wanted to make some excuses, but the result now was the best proof. He lowered his eyes guiltily and pretended to be a wooden man.
Seeing this, Li Bojin stopped blaming others and took a step forward, found a clean place to sit down, and looked up at the vast sky.
After a while, he sighed, "This matter cannot be rushed, it cannot be rushed..."
Even now, they are just students in the academy.
Su Qingzhi responded softly, looked up at the sky and stopped talking.
Li Bojin knew that the other party's mood was only getting more anxious.
Unlike himself, his classmate seemed to be born with a strong sense of justice.
To be honest, Li Bojin was a little surprised by this. As people who had experienced the disaster in Qinzhou, the distinction between good and evil, right and wrong, and justice had long been blurred under life and death. In such a situation, it was very difficult to maintain the most basic bottom line of "humanity". I really don't know where Su Qingzhi's excessive sense of justice came from.
Or maybe...
It is because of the protection of others that they are able to become "people" who know etiquette and morality, right?
When Li Bojin recalled those years, he couldn't help but look stunned again.
It was said that Prime Minister Huo's donations in Qinzhou were made in order to win the hearts of the people and gain a good reputation.
However, anyone who can make such an evaluation with such nonchalance and sarcasm must have never experienced famine. At that time, if someone could give him a bite to eat, he would be willing to sell his life to that person, not to mention that his human nature would be biased. What's more, that person's charity saved their entire family.
As for loyalty, treachery, good and evil? At that time, Li Bojin didn't care and couldn't afford to care.
He even thought that if all the corrupt officials in the world were willing to spend money and food to give them something to eat, it would be better to have more corrupt officials.
But as he grew older and understood more, and fortunately had the opportunity to read and learn literacy, and to learn etiquette and morality, looking back on those years, he finally understood that it was not the "corrupt officials and treacherous ministers" but "Prime Minister Huo" who was like that.
There will never be another such "villain" in the world, and it will be difficult to find such a "saint" again.
Read the books of sages and make up your mind to save the world.
This is the ambition that almost every scholar has made, but how many of them have truly practiced it? How many of them have achieved anything? How lucky they are to be able to be sheltered in this turbulent land.
But before he could repay his kindness, the bad news came first.
The academy was silent that day. The scroll in the teacher's hand fell to the ground, but he just bent down to pick it up and sat quietly with his back to the scroll.
That long sigh touched almost everyone's heart.
The students' eyes crossed.
Some people are confused and don't know why, but more people are silent.
Food can fill your stomach, a house can provide shelter, there are books to read, and teachers and classmates to accompany you.
Amid the successive years of famine outside, this place seems like a paradise without any worldly worries... Why has it come to this? Do they really not know?
——The sea is peaceful and the rivers are clear, and the times are prosperous and lasting.
Are the words written by that adult and forgotten here his truest wish?
If this is really the ending that the adult has chosen for me, then -
There are people who have built a place for them to stay in this precarious world, and this student only wishes to carry on your unfinished ambitions with his own body.
Under the blue sky, a few floating clouds passed by, but no matter how deep or thick the clouds were, they could not cover the clear blue sky behind them.
Su Qingzhi felt that the academy was a good choice of location, and that was what he really thought.
Just like now, no matter how depressed I feel, as long as I look up at the blue sky, I will deeply feel that my personal strength is extremely small, weak and powerless, and the same is true for my personal joys and sorrows. Thinking of this, even my mood will be much more relaxed.
Thinking about it again, although Brother Yan didn't give a positive answer, he didn't deny it either.
It’s just that ambiguous attitude is really worth pondering, but if Su Qingzhi were asked to think about what to do next, he didn’t know.
Su Qingzhi couldn't help but scratch the bald grass twice, and said half complainingly: "If only Gui Ning was still here, he would definitely have a way."
Yao Chuan, also known as Yao Guining, was once the head of Chenshan Academy and is now studying at Imperial College in the capital.
He is...arguing with someone.
Maybe it wasn't as serious as a "quarrel", but the atmosphere was indeed tense.
The thin young man tightly grasped a stack of manuscripts in his hand, glaring at the young man in brocade clothes in front of him with a frown.
The young man in brocade clothes didn't care about his expression, and even asked with some doubt: "Yao Guining, I haven't annoyed you recently, right?"
The composition of students in the Imperial College was more complex than that of the lower academies. There were sons of princes, nobles, and high-ranking officials, as well as students from poor families selected from all over the country. However, most of the time, the two sides were clearly separated and did not interfere with each other. Even when they sat in the same room listening to the teacher's lecture on the classics, there was always a line of separation between them.
However, Young Master Xie was really bad-mouthed and had no good hands. He caused chaos in the academy within a month after entering it. Not only those in his camp suffered, but even those students from poor families were also disturbed by the turmoil. Whenever such times happened, it was Yao Guining, who had the potential to be the leader of the poor families, who would show up.
Usually at this time, Xie Yang would choose to keep quiet.
The sons of officials who can go to school here have some political sensitivity. His Majesty's attitude of supporting the poor families in the past few years since he ascended the throne has been too obvious, and he has repeatedly visited the Imperial Academy in person, which shows how much importance he attaches to it. Even if Xie Yang has a grandfather who is one of the three highest officials in the country, he is unwilling to run into this bad luck.
And Yao Guining is...
That expressionless face, his fussy and nitpicking personality... always reminded Xie Yang of his grandfather, who was born a coward. The only child of the Xie family who had been praying for more than ten years, was the only legitimate son of the Xie family for three generations. The whole family had been pampering him since he was born. If there was anyone to be afraid of, it was the old man of the Xie family.
But Xie Yang felt that he was really wronged this time.
Last time, he made too much noise, and the teacher reported it to his grandfather. He was forced to kneel in the ancestral hall for a whole day and night, and was almost punished by family law. After this incident, he was safe for a long time. There was no reason for Yao Guining to come to his house?
Yao Chuan looked at the other party's indifferent attitude and couldn't help but hold the manuscript in his hand tighter. He asked in a hoarse voice: "Did you write this?"
After Xie Yangjing's reminder, he remembered something.
His face suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but say in his heart, "It's bad."
It was indeed written by him. Last time, he had written half of this story in the notebook when the teacher suddenly came to check. In an emergency, he stuffed it into Yao Guining's policy paper. After all, this was a good student who would not be checked. Sure enough, he narrowly escaped the disaster, but after the class was over, he was invited by Li Shier and his friends to play polo, and he left in a hurry and forgot about it.
Yao Guining... wouldn't he just hand in the policy paper directly?
Then I thought about how the other party was called over by the teacher early this morning.
Hiss!!
No way?!
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