He had been full of confidence, thinking that he would be able to pass the imperial examination and gain fame and fortune. However, reality was so cruel, and his ideals were completely shattered.
Ning Caijun couldn't help sobbing softly, "Every time I think of my parents at home, begging the teacher to give me lessons, tears well up. It's a pity that I studied day and night, burning the midnight oil, forgetting to eat and sleep, but in the end, I'm just a moon in the mirror, a flower in the water."
The moonlit night is lonely and the forest is silent. Only the downtrodden people are secretly wiping away their tears, feeling depressed and unable to express their true feelings.
Zhang Ling listened silently, thinking that the scholar's fate was indeed difficult, and he couldn't help but comfort him, "Luckily, your aunt's family is a well-known doctor in Yongning County. When you learn the Xinglin medical skills, you will have a skill to rely on."
All this information was learned from the other party during the day. Zhang Ling never forgot it, so he naturally remembered it clearly.
Ning Caijun calmed down and said, "That's right. Although my aunt got married and we couldn't see each other anymore, she loved me the most when I was a child. Now that I see her, I can talk about my gratitude."
Extreme sorrow or joy can easily damage your mind and energy, and sitting in silence and staying up late is not good for your health.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Zhang Ling waved his sleeves, sending up a gust of breeze, and said, "It's getting late. Let's go to sleep! We have to travel early tomorrow morning."
It happened that Ning Caijun felt sleepy at this moment, so she nodded and fell asleep on the worn blanket in a short while.
Zhang Ling sat cross-legged in meditation, closed his eyes, and kept his breath neutral.
Just now, he had been listening to the scholar talking about his family difficulties, and naturally noticed that he had a younger brother.
One can't help but wonder whether his brother's name is Ning Caichen.
The reason why I didn't ask was because the scholar's life experience was too tragic. It would be inappropriate to ask some irrelevant questions in the middle of the conversation. This would be too frivolous and disrespectful to the other party.
Anyway, there is still a long way to go, and he is just planning to follow this scholar to Yongning County. He will know everything he needs to know then.
There is no conversation here, it is late at night and everyone is asleep.
The branches of several towering ancient trees stretched out, and the dense green leaves acted like an umbrella to shield the two from the starlight.
Above the sky, the moon is dim and invisible, leaving only the endless lonely night and the sparse stars.
After a while, the scholar began to snore like thunder.
The young man in blue smiled knowingly.
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