A burly man dressed in gray stood menacingly in front of the gate, pointing at the young man who had fallen to the ground and cursing him viciously.
Then, the two middle-aged men standing behind the big man threw the bundles, mats, and book boxes they were carrying next to the young man.
"Kid, since you have no talent for studying, you should go home and farm as soon as possible. Don't waste any more time."
After mocking the young man on the ground, the thick, vermilion door was slowly closed with a dull thud.
Throughout the entire process, those burly men never once gave Uncle Jiang a proper look.
Jiang Wanwan frowned. Is an academy that bullies people and insults students like this really the best academy?
Uncle Jiang looked at the tightly closed gate with a sheepish expression. Seeing that there was no possibility of opening the gate, he gave up the idea of knocking on the gate and hurriedly squatted down next to the young man.
He asked cautiously, afraid of offending the young man, "Young...young master, are you...are you alright?"
Upon hearing Uncle Jiang's voice, the young man trembled involuntarily. He then turned away from Uncle Jiang, ignoring his words.
Jiang Wanwan and Jiang Xun looked at each other, and Jiang Xun leaned close to Jiang Wanwan and whispered, "Wanwan, don't you think this back view looks familiar?"
Jiang Wanwan stared at the boy's slender back for a long time, and felt that the back was extremely familiar.
Could this young man be...?
She stared wide-eyed at Jiang Xun.
Jiang Xun could already guess the answer from her eyes.
The two exchanged a glance and quickly walked towards the main gate.
Seeing that the young man ignored him, Uncle Jiang scratched his head and stood up from the ground.
Hmm, why does that back view look so familiar?
The silhouette of the youngest son, Jiang Liu, looks somewhat like his back.
My gaze lingered on the young man—his back, his ears, and his long, slender hands—he looked exactly like Jiang Liu.
Finally, Uncle Jiang's gaze was fixed on the bedding on the ground.
The dark blue quilt was embroidered with a picture of a carp leaping over the dragon gate. It was embroidered by his wife for their youngest son, Jiang Liu, as a wish for him to pass the imperial examination.
Uncle Jiang's gaze fell on the disheveled young man on the ground. His body trembled slightly, and his lips quivered. "Liu, Liu'er, is it, is it you?"
He reached out his hand, then quickly withdrew it.
At that moment, he was afraid to see that familiar face.
Jiang Wanwan and Jiang Xun stepped forward and knelt down beside the young man. Jiang Wanwan whispered, "Fifth Brother, what happened? Are you alright? Did they bully you?"
In modern times, Jiang Liu would be at most a second-year junior high school student.
He was full of ambition, but Yuanshan Academy trampled on and insulted him so wantonly. Even if Jiang Wanwan had a hard heart, she felt a little sorry for Jiang Liu at this moment.
The young man stiffened and struggled to his feet. He covered his face with his sleeve and said in a muffled voice, "I... I'm not the Jiang Liu you're talking about. You've mistaken me for someone else."
His voice was hoarse and trembling with sobs.
After he finished speaking, he turned and tried to run away.
Fortunately, Jiang Xun was prepared and caught Jiang Liu in a tight embrace. "Jiang Liu, why are you running away?"
"Waaaaah, I'm not Jiang Liu! Let go! You've mistaken me for someone else! I don't know you!" The young man covered his face and sobbed uncontrollably.
He struggled incessantly, kicking his legs forcefully in mid-air, trying to break free from Jiang Xun's hold.
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