Chapter 35 Meaning
After helping to condemn the roommate who left without saying goodbye, Lin Zhusheng did not suspect anything and continued to pack his things.
Wen Baizhou glanced at him twice more, then looked away when he saw that his expression remained the same without any change.
The small broken wooden box looked tattered on the outside but it could actually hold a lot of things. After sorting out the things, Lin Zhusheng stuffed everything directly into the wooden box, rummaged around inside and found the flowers he had put away before.
Blue and white, the edges of the petals are dark blue, and gradually turn into pure white near the center of the flower. It’s a small flower, and you can smell a faint fragrance when you hold it in your hand. The scent is not strong or pungent, it is a strange and pleasant smell.
He turned around with the flowers in his hand and handed them to his senior brother who had stood up straight behind him.
The little flower was so light that its petals trembled twice as it flew through the air.
Wind blew in from the wide-open window, and the warm yellow light swayed for a moment. Wen Baizhou lowered his eyes and saw a pair of eyes filled with joy illuminated by the light.
Different scenes, different times, even different faces, but the scene in front of me overlaps infinitely with the scene in my memory.
He thought about what the important thing might be, maybe a rare fruit, or something else strange, but he didn't expect it to be this flower.
Noticing that the eldest brother seemed a little surprised, Lin Zhusheng solemnly introduced: "This is the one I saved before. It took a lot of effort."
It took a lot of effort, and I went to the library to flip through some books, then came back to use the wood-attributed spirit stone to nurture it and never took care of it again.
His eyes fell on the flowers, and he confirmed once again that he had not made a mistake. Wen Baizhou did not reach out to take it. He half-knelt down, looked at him for a while, and then said, "...Do you know the meaning of sending these flowers?"
The petals of the orchid flower are never odd in number. If one petal is missing, the other will fall off as well. It would rather only the center of the flower be left than have only one petal.
Most commonly used by monks to express their feelings.
meaning?
The distance was close, close enough that I could see myself clearly in the other person's eyes. Lin Zhusheng looked down at the blue flower in his hand, then looked at his senior brother, and finally nodded affirmatively and said with a smile: "I know."
The meaning is very simple, it is to express gratitude. He had received many flowers before, including roses, which he could use to express his gratitude.
The main thing is that he can only give these flowers. This flower is so expensive. Only this price is commensurate with the value of the clip he received before. He has nothing else to give as a gift.
“…”
His eyes looked too pure and upright. Wen Baizhou thought that he might not know the real meaning of sending orchid flowers, but these eyes were too sincere, full of affirmation, without any adulteration.
For a moment I couldn't tell whether I really knew it or not.
He reached out and grasped the man's wrist, gently pushing it back. His eyes paused at the tiny bracelet on his wrist, then he looked away and said softly, "I can't take it."
"!"
Lin Zhusheng was shocked that he didn't even accept the only thing he liked.
This orchid flower in his hand was obtained for free, so he was not sad that he didn't give it away. He was shocked, opened his eyes, and asked, "Why?"
Wen Baizhou thought for a moment, looked him straight in the eye, and said, "It's not time yet."
Sitting cross-legged on the ground holding the flower, Lin Zhusheng asked, "When?"
The eldest brother rarely answered his question. He stood up from the ground, bent down and took a very ordinary fruit placed aside. He smiled and said, "I'll just take one of these."
——Is this a change of preference, or is it not time for you to like orchid flowers yet?
Lin Zhusheng didn’t understand, but he didn’t care too much. As long as he could deliver the things, it was fine. He chose to temporarily put the flowers into the wooden box, took out a bunch of fruits and stuffed them into people's hands, and began to build a small hill, saying as he built it: "If I had known you liked this, I would have given it to you earlier."
His preference was simple and obvious. He would give one or two fruits to ordinary fellow disciples, and the amount he gave to close friends was barely enough to be held in two hands. Now, the amount he gave was so much that it was difficult to hold it with two hands.
The eldest brother, who only took one fruit symbolically, finally went back with a bunch of fruits, as if he had come to purchase supplies.
Standing at the door to see the person off, Master Lin, who had finally taken the first step in giving the gift, smiled and waved. After seeing the figure walk away, he hummed a relaxing tune, turned around and closed the door.
——
There were too many fruits for one person to eat all of them. The boss, who was practicing sword alone in the sword field late at night, received some fruits from Ling Xujun who had returned from the outer gate.
The peach trees around the sword training field had already sprouted a lot of green buds. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve. He sat down on the stone bench used for rest beside the sword training field. Looking at the red fruits piled on the table, his eyes jumped, "So many?"
These are not all, but just the amount that Wen Baizhou could give him. He left a lot in his storage bag.
Junior brother, it's so obvious that you are biased. I have never felt the feeling of being favored so much. The boss picked up a fruit and took a bite. He said with droopy eyelids and emotionless: "Congratulations, you have a junior brother who likes you so much."
Wen Baizhou did not respond immediately. Instead, he drew his sword out of its sheath, bringing out a white light and a buzzing sound.
"You want to practice swordplay?" The boss asked, crossing his legs while eating fruit, "Have you recovered from your last injury?"
He thought about it and said, "I remember you were seriously injured when we purged the rebellious demon last time?"
The hilt of the sword turned in his hand, making a crisp "click" sound, and Wen Baizhou said, "It's almost done."
The boss raised his eyebrows, a little incredulous.
It was almost two months ago that the big demon was eliminated. If I remember correctly, this person's injuries should have healed completely in just two months.
At that time, a huge monster appeared in the North Sea and brought disaster to the people. They were ordered by the sect to go and wipe it out. After arriving at the place, they learned that there was more than one monster, and its strength was inconsistent with the news, and it was a whole realm higher than the others.
The original plan was for them to stabilize the big monster and prevent it from crossing the human settlement area, and at the same time inform the sect of the matter and ask the sect to send elders to help. As a result, this man injured his head while forcing the big monster to retreat that night and fell into a coma. After waking up, he suddenly changed his mind and picked up the sword to wipe out the big monster completely as if he was risking his life.
The scene at that time was frightening even now when I think of it. The boss rubbed his arms and said, "When you woke up, you asked me what year and month it was. I almost thought you were possessed by some ancient thing."
It took only two hours for him to wake up from a coma. He still remembers the look in his eyes when he woke up, which seemed familiar yet strange. After learning the time, he rushed out without caring about anything else and picked up his sword.
It was the first time he knew that sword cultivators could have the courage to cross borders and kill big monsters with one sword, and in the end kill more than one.
But the price was quite high, the person was seriously injured so much that his clothes were stained red.
He had originally suggested recuperating there and then returning to the sect after he had recovered, but as soon as the big monster was dealt with, he rushed back to the sect, as if he was in a hurry for something.
There are indeed advantages to being in a hurry. The North Sea Pole is far away from the sect. If they follow the original plan, it will take more than half a month to wait for them to get the news back, the elders to come to help, and then go back to the sect together. They can finish the work in one night and head back the next day.
It was then that he learned that this person was driving away the outer sect's menial disciples who were asked to leave the sect.
At the end of the month, if the corresponding tasks are not completed, the menial disciples will be asked to leave the sect, and they are required to leave on the same day or the next day without any chance of recourse.
This person must find someone before his disciple is asked to leave, and he also has to help find someone.
They first looked for the name in the manager's name, but the other party seemed to have changed his name, and there was no one with such a strange name as "Mr. Lin of AAA Bamboo Wholesale" in the list.
I couldn't find the name, so I had to go look for it directly. The characteristics that this person gave to the other party were that he had no ambition and was about to be asked to leave the sect, and that he was very good-looking and must be the most conspicuous one in the crowd.
Someone so good-looking wouldn't be unknown, but when he asked, no one knew of such a person.
When he found half of the elders who had something urgent to discuss with him, he temporarily returned to the inner gate. After the matter was resolved, he planned to continue helping to look for the person. However, the person had already returned with his wounds torn again and the result that the person had been found.
After a while, I thought about it again and my boss asked, "So did you go find that person, or was he asked to leave?"
"Wait.
He thought for a moment, and then recalled "Mr. Lin, the bamboo wholesaler" and said, "Could it be Mr. Lin, the bamboo farmer you are looking for?"
But the personality doesn't match. The man is so energetic and positive that he doesn't look like an unambitious person at all. The face doesn't match either. It does stand out in a crowd, but it has nothing to do with the face.
The long sword swept through the air, making a sound of breaking through the air. Wen Baizhou sheathed the sword and responded.
This is not a derogatory statement or to belittle anyone. I am just speaking objectively. Based on this person's previous description of Lin Xiaoyou, the boss feels that his aesthetic system may be different from that of ordinary people.
Generally speaking, these are not important. He started to eat the second fruit very naturally. The boss said, "As long as he is not asked to leave, it's fine. It just so happens that you have nothing to do recently, so you can go to the outer gate to play with him."
After he finished speaking, he remembered something and said, "No, they have a test in the academy these days, so they have to be busy reading books."
College test. With one hand casually placed on the hilt of the sword, Wen Baizhou remembered something and smiled with his head down.
Not understanding what he was laughing at, the boss asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay," Wen Baizhou said, clenching his fist and pressing it against the corner of his mouth, "I remembered something."
Lin Xiaoyou learned about the academy test the next day, during the routine sword practice in the morning.
Sword practice cannot go on for several hours without a break. There are two quarters of an hour in the middle, which is half an hour of rest in human terms. During the rest time, disciples under different elders can run around. As usual, Lin Zhusheng is with a few of his friends.
Because they had been in the same school together when they were menial disciples, the people he played with most often were his fellow disciples who had come here together from the school, including Zhang Jing, Song Ming, and the three older brothers who had bought him grass before.
The first person to bring up the test was one of the three brothers, who was also the tallest one. His name was Gao Yu, as his height indicated. He was taller than the others and said that he was about to take the test without even looking at the book.
While listening to them talking and playing with the cat, Lin Zhu quickly caught some key words. He looked up and asked, "What test?"
He raised his head, without stopping his hands, and the dogtail grass almost went directly into the kitten's mouth.
"The academy will test the basic pharmacology." Zhang Jing said, "The academy will be closed for the next few days. Give me time to go back and study. I will take the test next time I go to the academy."
With a sidelong glance, he said without any surprise, "I said this on the way back from the secret realm. You were doing other things and didn't hear it, right?"
It's not even a question, it's completely a statement.
Master Lin, who was professionally absent from duty, scratched his head modestly.
There was one person who didn't even know about the test. Gao Yu, who had been very anxious, suddenly calmed down. Several good classmates were most worried about this person who seemed to be always wandering around instead of Gao Yu and themselves. They said, "You've been sleeping in class again, right? Can you really pass this time?"
Memories of studying late into the night and failing the test came back to Lin Zhusheng, who was pretending to scratch his head modestly, and then he lowered his eyes to look at the kitten, twitching his lips and said, "It should be possible."
Later he added: "That was not sleeping, that was strategic training."
"..." The kitten avoided his sight, hugged the dogtail grass and went to play somewhere else, pretending that it didn't exist.
For some reason, I could hear gnashing of teeth in his tone. Several of my fellow disciples interpreted this as a lack of confidence and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "There are still a few days left. It's totally in time."
Lin Zhusheng reached out to grab the kitten and replied, "Yeah."
"Want to read a book together today? We at least listened to the lecture."
"Uh-huh."
"..." Lin Zhusheng, who was busy reaching out to catch the cat and didn't read the book, replied without reading it. After replying, he realized that he didn't want to read the book. He raised his head and said, "Huh?"
The plan of reading together was thus decided, and several of his good classmates were very considerate of him, and so in order to allow him to study more relaxedly, they thoughtfully arranged for the reading to take place at his home.
Another option is to go to the library, but there is a Wuqi wandering around there, who may say something shocking at any time, a name he doesn't want to hear at all. It is better to go back and stay safe.
Anyway, I have decided to read this book today.
After the sword practice ended at noon, several people set out for his house on time.
The big sword was big enough and there had been no record of it flipping over. He sincerely invited his fellow disciples to sit on his big sword together, but unfortunately no one accepted the invitation. At this time, everyone had a tacit understanding and took out their swords.
OK.
Driver Lin, who was sitting alone on the big sword and wanted to experience the feeling of being a driver, took off with his sword with 0 passengers and felt that today's wind was particularly cold.
It could accommodate six people at once. Fortunately, the room for outer disciples was much bigger than the room for menial disciples before, so it could just accommodate them.
Because it was too far away, except Zhang Jing, no one else had ever been to his place. They had originally planned to start studying as soon as they arrived, but after arriving, they immediately looked around the room curiously.
The first thing they saw was the disappeared quiet room. After looking for a long time, they realized that the place where the quiet room was had been converted into a kitchen and was filled with a lot of things. Putting aside their attitude towards cultivation, at least their living standards seem to be quite high.
Apart from the missing quiet room for meditation, most of the other furnishings in the room were sparse and ordinary, not much different from their rooms, except for the cushion originally placed in the quiet room for meditation, which was suspected to be used as a cat's bed, which was a bit puzzling, and the two tattered wooden boxes in the corner were really conspicuous.
It hasn't been thrown away even though it's in such tatters, and it even shows signs of frequent use. There was only one reason for being so frugal. A few good fellow disciples who happened to be the ones who were not short of money among the sword cultivators looked at the person who was preparing snacks in the kitchen with sympathy and clenched their fists to encourage him, "Don't worry, everything will be fine in the future."
Lin Zhusheng: “Hmm?”
His train of thought did not align with that of his fellow disciples. He did not understand what they were talking about, nor did he know what he was worried about. Anyway, it seemed like they were encouraging him, so he nodded and said yes.
“…”
Only the kitten watching on the desk knew that the two parties were talking to each other and remained silent with their eyes open.
The fact is that the suspected poor people who are busy in the kitchen have bulging wallets and never lack money. The money from selling grass before, plus the money from being cheated by it, and the bonus from completing tasks crazily before, is already a considerable amount.
This person was simply stingy and was unwilling to spend fifty silver coins to buy a complete and elegant wooden box from it.
The snacks are served and everyone has to sit down at the table, and the visit ends here.
Lin Zhusheng was glad that he had brought the books on basic pharmacology with him and did not leave them in the previous place. There was a smaller volume of "Self-cultivation of Sword Practitioners" sandwiched in the Basics of Pharmacology. He sat on the cushion in the corner, his back against the edge of the bed, and flipped through the book while yawning.
The test for outer disciples is different from the test for menial disciples. There is no such thing as studying again and taking the test again if you fail. If you fail, you will be directly sent to Jingsi Hall to study and take the test again under the supervision of the inner sect elder. You can only leave Jingsi Hall after you pass.
Jingsi Hall is a place dedicated to punishing disciples who have made mistakes. The great elder who is in charge of this place is ruthless and ruthless and will not let anyone off lightly. One can imagine the tremendous pressure of preparing for exams in there. Several people who usually don't like to study are now studying hard in order to avoid going to this place.
The sunlight outside the window was slowly turning, and the only sound in the room was the rustling of pages.
"I heard from a senior sister that after this test, it seems that the sect will allow us to go out and play."
A few people who don't like studying getting together will not create a study-loving atmosphere, but will only make it easier for them to chat. After reading quietly for less than half an hour, someone broke the silence and started chatting.
"I know!"
Someone took the bait easily, put the book down quickly, and said, "There is a lantern festival in a town not far from here. I heard from others that it seems very interesting. Do you want to go and have fun after the test?"
The three brothers who didn't like studying at all immediately raised their hands to indicate that they wanted to go out and play, and their eyes were full of anticipation as they looked at the remaining three people.
Noticing the gazes coming his way, Zhang Jing, who was actually reading a book seriously, raised his head slightly, indicating that it was all fine and he had no special opinions.
He was automatically included in the range where he could go, so his attention turned to Song Ming. Putting down the book in his hand, he glanced at the person leaning against the bed and said, "Maybe there is time."
As soon as he put the book down, others noticed that he had been reading for so long, and what he was reading was not the basics of pharmacology, but a miscellaneous book about flowers and plants.
Time is tight, and he has used the last precious study time to read miscellaneous books. He is hopeless. Shaking his head with regret, someone said briefly: "You're done."
In the end, Lin Zhusheng's opinion was the only one left.
Lin Zhusheng...Lin Zhusheng has fallen asleep.
The height of the bed behind him was just right, and his neck and head could rest directly on the bed. The book in his hand was covering his face to block the sunlight, and he slept soundly with every breath.
Gao Yu stepped across the ground, bent down and took the book covering his face. After taking one book away, he found there was another one underneath.
It is another miscellaneous book beyond the basics of pharmacology. This person has been reading miscellaneous books for a long time, and he couldn't even concentrate on reading them. He just buried his head in sleep. He is the worst kind of useless. Shaking his head regretfully, Gao Yu said, "He is finished too."
His long hair spread out on the bed, with the longer ends of his hair falling on one side of the bed, gently swaying in the breeze. The warm yellow sunlight fell on the corner of his lips, looking warm and comfortable. The sleeping man slept too soundly, and there was no way to save him. His thoughtful fellow disciples did not wake him up, allowing him to continue sleeping.
The result of continuing to sleep was that Lin Zhusheng slept too soundly and got a stiff neck. The next day, he tilted his head and grimaced, and openly slept during the study time, calling it rest and recuperation.
Although he is smart and has gotten first place in previous tests, he is impatient and refuses to study at all. There was not enough time and he was not studying at all, so he was doomed to fail, and the self-help study group let him rest.
We studied urgently for a few days. Although we felt that we didn't learn anything after reading the whole book, we still learned it in a disorganized way. We even stayed up all night. On the day of the test, several of us bravely stepped into the academy.
Perhaps because he was destined to go to Jingsi Hall, Lin Zhusheng, who did not stay up all night, slept a whole night, completely giving up on himself and being fearless. When he walked through the gate of the academy, he was still eating breakfast with sleepy eyes open, exuding a strong smell of decadence.
Others patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "Don't be afraid when you go to Jingsi Hall. If you want to cry after you come out, you can always find us. We are all here."
He had just woken up and his brain hadn't started to work yet. The words went from left ear to right ear and avoided his brain accurately. Lin Zhusheng didn't hear what people were saying. Anyway, he finished his breakfast in two bites and nodded in response: "Yeah."
The seats for the academy test were random. He didn't know if it was luck or not, but he and the three Herbal Brothers were taking the test in the same academy and their seats happened to be next to each other.
He was sitting next to him, and his backup strategy of secretly borrowing other people's ideas was instantly invalidated. The brother sitting next to him was destined to rely on himself.
When the time comes, the disciples enter.
It was the familiar paper and the familiar pen again. The school windows were wide open, and the cold wind blew in, finally bringing some rationality. He regained his consciousness, but his body was still in a sleeping state. His bones were too soft to stand up. Lin Zhusheng lay on the table, picked up a pen and wrote slowly, word by word.
It was a very good test paper, not difficult like the previous ones. The main thing was that there were only a few words to write, so I finally didn’t have to write until my hands got tired like before.
His ears were filled with the hypnotic sounds of flipping papers and the rubbing of pen tips on paper. When the last word fell, the ink marks were blown away along with his barely-must-must-be-mustarded spirit. The moment he put down the pen, he buried his whole body on the table and fell asleep.
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