Zhang Mansion School.

After the break, it was time for the exam, which the students loved.

Wang Wuyang distributed the test paper drafted by Hua Shuyang and revised by Teacher Zhao to the Zhang brothers and sisters, and the examination officially began.

Next to the rockery outside the school window, there is the elegant and refined Xiangfei bamboo. The breeze rustles the bamboo leaves, bringing a sense of tranquility to people's hearts.

Seeing the elegant scenery outside and the bright sunshine, Mr. Zhao, who loves sunbathing, was immediately attracted.

When we go back to the south where it’s humid all day long, there won’t be such warm and dry sunshine to bask in.

If you feel moved, take action.

Zhao Hao asked his eldest disciple to sit in front of the podium to supervise the exam, while he picked up a copy of Zuo Zhuan and went outside to bask in the sun.

Under the warmth of the warm sunshine, Mr. Zhao felt so comfortable that he wanted to sleep. But since he was in his idol's home, he still had to maintain a good image.

So he sat upright at the stone table, pretending to read seriously.

In my heart, I silently recalled the martial arts novels I had read.

Oh, I’ve been very busy lately, and I need to take some time to change my mind.

Although he could recall those novels word for word, he still found them boring.

Because Mr. Zhao's poor brain has limited capacity and is only busy accessing memory, leaving no room for imagination.

It’s still more enjoyable to read the book in person.

When I have time later, I will ask Secretary Ma to copy out all the "Ancient Golden Beams".

Well, let's do it! Why didn't I think of it earlier?

Young Master Zhao was happily daydreaming when he suddenly heard a sound in his ears.

"Brother Zhao."

"Ah." Zhao Hao looked up in fright and almost threw away the "Zuo Zhuan" in his hand.

"Did my little sister scare my big brother?" It turned out that Zhang Xiaojing had stood next to her at some point.

"No, I was just too focused on my book." Zhao Hao put the book down as if nothing had happened and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Xiaojing smiled sweetly, raised her hand and handed the paper to him.

"You finished answering so quickly?" Zhao Hao was slightly surprised, or maybe he was distracted for too long.

"It's almost half an hour." Zhang Xiaojing pointed at the sundial in front of the school with her green fingers.

"Really? As expected, enjoyable reading makes people forget the passing of time." Zhao Hao took the paper with a smile. He thought it was still early for Jingxiu and the others to finish their papers, so he asked her to bring a pen and start marking them on the spot.

Zhang Xiaojing stood aside, twisting a silk handkerchief in her hands, her little face full of nervousness.

If I make too many mistakes, will Brother Zhao look down on me?

Zhao Hao had already done the test paper himself, so he was naturally quick in marking it.

After a while, the last question was graded and Teacher Zhao wrote a score on the top of the paper.

One hundred points!

There are no additional questions.

"Xiao Jing is awesome..." Zhang Xiao Jing secretly clenched her fists.

"You did everything right." Zhao Hao nodded in satisfaction, glancing at the beautiful girl. "Sister Xiaojing has learned a lot."

"Brother Zhao, you are joking. The early bird catches the worm." Zhang Xiaojing shook her head and said modestly, "Unlike my brothers, I have more free time."

The implication is that I spend all my time studying science. Why don't you praise me?

"Good! With this enthusiasm, you will definitely become a real scientist." Zhao Hao naturally expressed his encouragement as a teacher, and then looked at her strangely.

Why are you still standing here?

"Sister Xiaojing, is there anything else?"

Then Zhang Xiaojing twisted her handkerchief tightly in her hands and asked in a mosquito-like voice, "Is there no reward for getting 100 points?"

"Oh?" Zhao Hao thought to himself that he had forgotten to ask Ma Xianglan to draw a few Three Good Award Certificates.

"Then what reward do you want?" He looked at Xiaojing with a smile.

"I want to ask Brother Zhao for a favor..." Zhang Xiaojing's porcelain-like cheeks flushed as she said, "I have drawn a few bamboos. Can I ask Brother Zhao to write a poem for me?"

"This?" Zhao Hao couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Sister, once I write that, your painting will be ruined."

In fact, Mr. Zhao has practiced calligraphy from time to time this year. His handwriting has improved a lot compared to before, at least it is presentable.

But my level is still far from being good enough to compete with others in painting.

"I'd love to." Zhang Xiaojing assumed that he agreed, and happily went into the classroom. In a blink of an eye, she took out a painting tube and pen and ink for writing poetry.

It was obviously premeditated.

Zhao Hao helped her and carefully spread the rice paper in the painting tube on the stone table.

A painting of "Beautiful Bamboos and Rocks" appeared in front of Zhao Hao, and the desolate and elegant atmosphere in the painting immediately hit him in the face.

Zhao Hao saw a precariously standing lake rock in the picture, looking exquisite and translucent; behind the rock stood a thin and strong black bamboo, with leaves pointing upwards, looking graceful and varied, and there were also several pairs of young bamboo shoots interspersed among the bamboo clumps, giving off an atmosphere full of spring.

The painting is exactly the scenery in front of us.

"Sister, your brushwork is powerful, and the shades of light and dark are just right, which shows the style of a master." Zhao Hao couldn't really explain it, but he just praised her anyway.

"Brother, you are too kind. I just followed my mother and painted blindly." Zhang Xiaojing naturally changed the address. She twisted her wide sleeves with one hand and held a piece of Hui ink with gold outline in the other hand, grinding ink for him on the She inkstone.

I only heard her smile softly and say, "How can a doodle be worthy of my brother's poem? I just took advantage of my brother's indulgence and acted shamelessly."

"We are siblings, so there is no need to be so particular." Zhao Hao also held his sleeve with one hand, picked up the brush with the other, and asked with a smile: "What poem do you want, sister?"

"The poem 'Bamboo and Rock' is excellent..." Zhang Xiaojing said softly.

"Bamboo and stone." Zhao Hao hesitated for a moment and said, "Too hard. It's better to give it to your father..."

Zhang Xiaojing thought to herself, I was originally planning to hang this painting in my father's study.

She was about to say it was okay, but then she heard Zhao Hao say, "How about I give you another song?"

"Really?!" Zhang Xiaojing was so excited that she lost her composure and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

She saw that Zhao Hao had refused to write poems since he came to Beijing, and she thought that he had given up his leisure time in order to concentrate on promoting science.

I didn't expect that Brother Zhao would break his vow for me...

Xiao Zhuzi was so happy that she almost felt dizzy. She felt that she was about to become the moon.

"If my brother could write a new poem for me, I would be so lucky!" Zhang Xiaojing suppressed her excitement and nodded heavily.

"Okay." Zhao Hao picked up his pen and wrote on the blank space:

'The light smoke and ancient ink are all over the place, depicting half of this gentleman's face.

No need to report safety, the Stone Fairy Xiang Fei has seen it!'

After writing his signature and putting down his pen, he took out his personal seal from the sachet, dipped it in ink, and stamped it with both hands.

"Excuse me for showing off my poor performance." Mr. Zhao said with a smile, and stepped back to examine it carefully. Well, it's not bad, and it's an excellent performance.

"The light smoke and ancient ink describe half of this gentleman's face. No need to report safety, as the stone fairy Xiang Fei has seen him..." Zhang Xiaojing stood there motionless, chanting Zhao Hao's poem in a low voice, her beautiful little face turning even redder.

This poem by Brother Zhao seems to be about a painting, but in fact it is a farewell to Xiaojing...

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