The carriage soon arrived at the foot of the villa. As soon as the carriage stopped, a servant came to lead the way. Han Xiao helped Han Mingyuan get off the carriage. Looking around, he found that there were many familiar faces.
Lu Qingyun had already arrived and was talking to a few young men. When he saw Han Xiao coming, he immediately left his friends and walked towards Han Xiao.
"Hello, Uncle Han." Lu Qingyun bowed very respectfully as a junior, as he was Mr. Qinghe's disciple.
"Qingyun has grown so big. You were this tall the last time I saw you." Han Mingyuan gestured and continued, "You've become a big boy in the blink of an eye."
Lu Qingyun touched his head embarrassedly: "Uncle Han, Han Xiao and I are the same age. Those over there are my friends. I want to meet Han Xiao. Otherwise, I will take Han Xiao over first."
Han Mingyuan nodded: "If that's the case, then I won't bother you. Go quickly, Han Xiao, be careful."
The second half of the sentence was said to Han Xiao. Han Xiao thought to himself, why should I pay attention to the limits? When I see the young master later, they will go and play by themselves. Who would want to play with a bunch of boring grown men?
Lu Qingyun didn't know that Han Xiao had defined him as a boring macho man, and he pulled Han Xiao aside and excitedly told him about Mr. Qinghe's deeds.
"Mr. Qinghe has arrived?" Han Xiao was surprised. Aren't important figures like him usually the last to appear? How could he arrive so soon?
"You came on time. Mr. Qinghe has already arrived, but he is in the backyard. No one dares to disturb him."
This banquet is divided into two areas. The first half is usually attended by scholars and literati, as well as powerful figures in the town or even the entire county. The backyard is where the young men and women stay. However, the separation between men and women is not too strict at this banquet. After all, it is also a blind date.
Basically everyone can move freely afterwards.
Lu Qingyun pulled Han Xiao in front of the young men and said, "This is Han Xiao, my good friend. You must treat him well when you see him next time, otherwise..." Then he rolled up his sleeves.
"Okay, okay, Brother Han, right? My name is Chen Yuandao. We are brothers from now on. Don't refuse when I invite you to have a drink." A young man in blue said cheerfully.
The remaining few people also briefly introduced themselves. These people were not educated people, but generally had some money at home, and were collectively called the rich second generation.
Unexpectedly, he had found his way into the circle of these rich second-generations. Han Xiao introduced himself neither humbly nor arrogantly. Since they were all young people, the atmosphere easily became lively and they chatted about all sorts of things, but the focus of the topic was still on Mr. Qinghe.
Han Xiao had just followed Lu Qingyun in, and he didn't know if Han Mingyuan could find the way by himself. He turned around to look for Han Mingyuan.
Sure enough, not far away, Han Mingyuan was talking to a few people dressed as scholars, and then a servant came out and took Han Mingyuan to the backyard.
Han Mingyuan followed the servant with a feeling of uneasiness in his heart. Who on earth would ask him to go to the backyard?
Han Mingyuan was a little nervous and asked the servant: "Little brother, may I know who called me?"
The servant was easy to talk to: "I don't know who Han Xiucai is, I just know that he is a distinguished guest of the county magistrate."
"Distinguished guest?" Han Mingyuan murmured.
What kind of distinguished guest was this? The closer Han Mingyuan got to him, the more uncertain he became. He was already wondering if it was some kind of conspiracy.
While I was lost in thought, I heard the servant remind me, "Han Xiucai is here, please go in."
After saying this, without giving Han Mingyuan a chance to react, he turned around and left quickly.
"Oh, wait... wait..." Han Mingyuan hadn't finished his words when the servant disappeared.
Han Mingyuan looked at the small courtyard in front of him. There were many flowers planted outside the door, and new buds had just sprouted. He looked up and saw three big characters "Liuliju" written on the door plaque. The font was vigorous and powerful, and it was obvious that it was the work of a master.
"Liuliju" Han Mingyuan muttered silently.
Then he walked up hesitantly and knocked on the door: "Is anyone there?"
"Come in! The door is not locked," an old voice responded.
When Han Mingyuan heard this voice, his heart trembled and an incredible thought came to his mind.
I pushed the door open with trembling hands, and what came into view was a big tree covered with a layer of green. February is the season of spring.
There is a stone table under the tree, with a chessboard on the table, and an old man with an extraordinary temperament and immortal appearance is playing chess with himself.
When he heard the door being pushed open, the old man didn't even turn his head, but his hands on his knees were shaking slightly.
Han Mingyuan pushed the door open, his legs feeling as if they were filled with lead. He used up all his strength in two steps, his voice a little dry: "Teacher."
At this sound, the chess piece in the old man's hand fell onto the chessboard, and then he picked it up calmly and put it in the box.
"Sit down and play the next round with me."
Han Mingyuan sat opposite the old man, that is, opposite Mr. Qinghe: "Teacher..."
"Don't talk, play chess first."
The two of them didn't talk. Han Mingyuan obediently played the entire game with Mr. Qinghe. Looking at the chess pieces on the board, Han Mingyuan knew that he was bound to lose, so he stood up and knelt beside Mr. Qinghe.
"Han Mingyuan, your humble disciple, greets you, Master."
"Hmph, your chess skills haven't improved at all." Mr. Qinghe didn't look at Han Mingyuan, but just looked at the chess game on the board, and then criticized Han Mingyuan for nothing.
Han Mingyuan lowered his head in shame, he had disappointed his teacher.
"However, it is not without advantages. At least it is much more stable than a few years ago." Mr. Qinghe said slowly.
Han Mingyuan became famous when he was young and enjoyed widespread popularity, but his temper was different back then. Now he seems to be much more stable and is taking every step steadily.
"That's what the teacher taught me." Han Mingyuan just thought that the teacher was saving face for him.
"Get up." Mr. Qinghe reached out and helped Han Mingyuan up.
Looking at Han Mingyuan's appearance at this moment, Mr. Qinghe's eyes were a little moist.
"Mingyuan, you are so cruel. You said you won't see me, but do you still have me, your teacher, in your heart?"
"Teacher, I didn't! I just have no face to face my master..." Han Mingyuan's tone was excited.
He never wanted to see his teacher, but he really didn't have the face to see his teacher. If others knew that Mr. Qinghe's closed disciple failed the exam three times in a row, how would outsiders view his teacher?
So for the sake of my teacher, I cannot go to see him and just pretend that my teacher does not have me as his disciple.
"When you sent me a letter, do you know how I felt?"
Han Mingyuan felt more and more guilty and uneasy. He understood how much trouble he had caused the teacher, and he must not become a stain on the teacher.
"Teacher, I'm sorry. I just don't want people to know that you are my teacher. It's a shame for you to have a disciple like me."
"Pa!" With a crisp sound, Mr. Qinghe raised his hand and hit Han Mingyuan hard in the face.
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