i have a sword fairy

Chapter 7 and Five

afternoon.

The lingering sound of the big clock telling the time in the back mountain still lingers in the forest, but the warm wind outside the window has already made the students in the candid hall a little sleepy.

This autumn sun is neither as scorching as summer, nor as weak as winter sun, but everything is just right.

Sitting in the last row of the school, Zhao Rong, who propped his chin to enjoy the warm wind outside the window, just looked at the female gentleman who always carried orchid fragrance. The thick paper walked up to the podium seriously.

She asked to go to these two calligraphy classes in the afternoon, and Zhao Rong was not at ease, but it was almost half a class since he entered the door, and this Mr. Lan Hua didn't even take a look at the class that was "snatched" My little teaching assistant, I give lectures by myself.

It's just that after Zhu Yourong finished the homework assigned before the exam, the focus of the class inevitably fell on the calligraphy assessment, so she simply asked Yu Huaijin to help distribute the calligraphy test papers.

However, I don't know who took the lead first, but Xiao Hongyu and other students laughed and booed, begging Mr. Zhu to post the only calligraphy with perfect marks in this calligraphy examination, so that everyone can observe and learn.

Amid the good-natured laughter from the audience, Zhu Yourong pursed her lips, but she still didn't look at someone, but she didn't refuse, and turned around to post a certain paper.

The rustling sounds in the hall paused, except for a guy in the last row who had no choice but to be empty-handed, the other students who had already got their papers did not look at their papers for a while, but all looked up at their necks and quietly admired the words .

"...The small building on the east fence of Linlu Courtyard has a long forest for the wind, and an empty courtyard for the moon... I read it, facing my head, enjoying a green, the quiet window is opened, and the words are all fresh."

There are more than [-] characters on the paper, and the strokes are like flying clouds and startling dragons, or like flying phoenixes.

Some people pay attention to the calligraphy of this full-score volume, some people glance halfway and are pinned to a certain word in it, and some people appreciate and immerse themselves in the artistic conception of this "secret window", and are fascinated by the fresh meaning of this sentence. absorb.

However, there are still some people whose attention is diverted thousands of miles away, making a certain pair of teachers and students in the school want to beat someone up.

"Hey Ziyu, is this the window of your study? Kongting Coke can barely understand, what the hell is Changlin Kefeng, isn't the only green plant visible to the naked eye in the yard of you and brother Teng Ying, the cluster of chrysanthemums in the southeast corner? ..." Just when everyone in the resolute hall was appreciating the words quietly, and the lord Zhao Rong turned his head in embarrassment, Fan Yushu was stunned, turned his head and asked in a puzzled way: "Why do you open the book through the window?" , the words are all fresh... um, isn't there just a cucumber field outside the west window of your study, and it has been wiped out long ago..."

"..." Zhao Rong.

Can you not talk to me, you elbow...

However, the school was already quiet, and Fan Yushu was a bastard, so he blurted out a question, and all the students in the hall heard it, and cast curious and puzzled looks like him.

Originally, I wanted to pretend I didn't hear it and ignore this pig teammate, but at this moment, even Yu Huaijin, who was sitting in the first row, turned her head to pay attention, not to mention a certain elegant female gentleman on the podium was also slightly sideways... Zhao The corner of Rong's mouth twitched, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he turned his head and said seriously to Fan Yushu, the "curious baby":

"Isn't the green of cucumbers green? The cucumber fields are not only green with leaves, but also tall and big. If you look around, this is the same as the 'Long Forest'. Do you understand the metaphor?"

Fan Yushu was stunned when he heard this, scratched his head, and said in a guilty tone, "Ah, I'm sorry Ziyu, I didn't know those cucumbers were so important to you, and they could create such a wonderful reading mood..."

Zhao Rong kept a straight face and didn't look at him, "Also, you should stop stealing cucumbers from our yard in the future."

"I'm really sorry Ziyu, hey, I accidentally ruined the atmosphere of your study." Fan Yushu sighed and clapped his hands.

A certain person looked out of the window, as if thinking of the cucumbers in front of the window that accompanied him to study for a while... Fucai sighed and waved his hands in reluctance: "It's good to know, um, next time I won't pick it again."

"sure……"

Just when Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu showed their brotherhood and reconciliation, and the students around were curious and couldn't help laughing, Yu Huaijin silently looked at the calligraphy for a while, then turned to look at her husband.

Zhu Yourong seemed not to have heard Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu's quarrel, and opened his lips softly: "This time I changed the paper, but I saw a lot of interesting windows... Huaijin's window is bright and clean, Xueyou's window is exquisite, red fish's colorful , Deer's window is elegant, Ziyu's window... is quiet, Yushu's window is quiet, and it is also interesting..."

She casually reported the names of some students and commented on them. The Russian empress looked at the audience and said seriously: "Each has its own highlights, but those who get high scores are not necessarily the best, and those who get low scores are not necessarily the best." It doesn't have to be that the window is boring, because it's a calligraphic assessment, and if you stick to the word 'window' and don't digress, you will naturally be graded according to the level of calligraphy... So don't belittle yourself and envy others."

Yu Huaijin asked solemnly: "Whose window do you like the most?"

"I don't even like it." To the surprise of all the students, the female teacher on the stage shook her head without thinking, "I don't really like windows very much, because even the most beautiful windows can shut people up, and they can only show Give people the outside side, some desired scenery is not inside.”

Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong, who was secretly guilty, were startled.

Zhu Yourong smiled and said judo: "So I like to go out and write in the open-air flower garden."

Without waiting for the students in the audience to think about it, the female teacher on the stage continued to give lectures, from Zhao Rong's "opening the book and using a green" to the eleven ways of writing the word "window", and finally ushered in the bell in the mountains and forests. Voice.

"get out of class."

Holding the book in her arms, Zhu Yourong turned around and walked off the podium. When she reached the door, she suddenly stamped her feet and spoke without turning her head. The voice of her words suppressed the noise of the students behind her, like pressing the pause button.

"Zhao Ziyu come out."

Under the surprised and curious eyes, a young student sitting in the last row got up with his book bag.

When he walked out of the quiet school, the woman's figure had disappeared at the corner of the promenade by the lake in front of him, her direction was to the left, and her footsteps were unexpectedly merciless.

The Qingjin student carrying the bookbag grumbled, threw the bookbag behind his shoulder, hooked his fingers, and followed quickly.

The wind chimes hung in the corridor by students of a certain school were rang by the autumn wind.

The lake surface under the setting sun is sprinkled with sparkling light, like a golden colored glass wall that has been blown out of wrinkles. It is impossible to piece together the clear reflections of the pedestrians by the lake, just like a puzzle that has been disrupted.

Zhao Rong looked down at the lake outside the fence in a daze, counting his steps in his heart, without looking at the road, and occasionally stretched out his palm outside the fence to catch a handful of warm sunshine.

Zhu Yourong held the book, her body was graceful, a few strands of hair on her temples were brushed behind her ears, her chin was slightly lifted, and she kept staring straight ahead without turning her head.

From time to time along the way, teachers and students stopped to look sideways and greeted this elegant and intellectual female gentleman. The latter just nodded her chin slightly when she saw this, and walked straight ahead without responding.

Because it was just after class, and there were more and more people on the corridor, the pair of teachers and students who walked out of the candid hall first kept a tacit distance from each other, so not many passers-by realized that these two were together of……

Until one of the two spoke first.

……

Chapter 7 and Six "Being Misunderstood as a Confession by a Female Ms."

The two teachers, students and close friends walked forward without speaking.

Walking through the lakeside promenade, crossing the apricot leaf avenue, passing through the inferiority pavilion at the foot of the book mountain, passing through the red valley of maple leaves... During the period, there are no-one's forest trails, and there are also waterside pavilions where the anthology is held. The silence and bustle are like It has nothing to do with the two of them, both Zhu Yourong and Zhao Rong walked forward on their own, the female teacher in front didn't speak, and the male student behind didn't ask.

Only the autumn wind lifted the hem of the clothes, and the fallen leaves rested on the shoulders. A tacit silence lingered in the hearts of the two.

I don't know how long she walked quietly until Zhao Rong passed her shoulder and saw the upturned corner of the eaves of Yilanxuan among the green leaves.

A woman suddenly said: "Graceful Huarong, it made me forget my meal... made you forget your meal... why didn't you find you hungry and thin when you came back?"

"what?"

Hearing Zhu Yourong's quiet voice, Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, and looked away.

Zhu Yourong turned his head, did not look at him, and stared at an orchid blooming against the season by the roadside.

"Didn't you write that "Fu from God"?"

She waited with bated breath for an answer.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a moment, and nodded without thinking, "Yes, I wrote it."

Finally getting his own answer, Zhu Yourong's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't bear to look back.

He only raised his jade hand to lightly brush his hair, looked away, but said in his mouth:

"Well, it's very well written. Next time... next time you are not allowed to write any more."

"..."

Just when Zhao Rong was a little confused, a certain female gentleman's heart beat a little faster.

"Little bastard... I really don't feel ashamed..." she thought to herself.

……

Back in time to the Jingchen Hall not long ago...

Zhu Yourong thinks that she is not a person who likes to pretend to be passionate.

However, after reading this "Fu of Li Shen", she still couldn't help her heartbeat a little faster. The woman's intuition, her reasoning and tacit understanding of the information Zhao Rong knew told her that this was a certain "brave villain" Or "Bad Junior Brother" wrote to her...

Of course, except for Zhu Yourong, other people should not be able to see the strangeness of this Lishen Fu.

Not only because of the words 'you', 'lan', 'rong', etc., these are not even a coincidence, they are frequent visitors in the beauties.

However, what makes Zhu Yourong's heart tremble in this "Fu from the Gods" is the location where it draws materials and... the emotional theme it expresses.

The main idea of ​​the essay is to write about the author...that is, Zhao Rong, who met a goddess in Lidi, with a beautiful appearance and orchid temperament. The two met by the water, and they yearned for each other. In the end, they couldn't get together, they could only break up in melancholy, the goddess left, and Zhao Rong felt lost...

Although Zhu Yourong used to be a Confucianist and Taoist, but now she is studying calligraphy, but this does not mean that she is poor in poetry, Confucianism and Taoism. On the contrary, she has been smart and thoughtful since she was a child. Growing up in a family, her ability to appreciate poems and poems is not inferior to that of the general poetry masters in the academy, but compared to her talents in calligraphy, classics, Confucianism and Taoism, she is not very eye-catching.

So right now, Zhao Rong's "Ode to Li Shen", after she glanced at it for the first time, she understood the general idea at random, and after another glance, she immediately understood the metaphor in it, and her heart trembled for a while:

In addition to vividly describing the unparalleled beauty of this "Goddess", his prose also has a vague and misty atmosphere of love between man and God. It obviously doesn't directly describe the inner emotional changes between him and the Goddess, but ...

"The body is swift and flying, erratic like a god...Like the waves and walk lightly, and the socks are dusty...Impermanence, if you are in danger...It is difficult to enter and stop, if you go, if you return...If you return, if you return..." Zhu Yourong He bowed his head and groaned softly.

For example, in this paragraph, through a series of detailed descriptions of actions, it depicts the fiery love stirring in the goddess' heart, as well as the intense sorrow that this love cannot be realized... The "goddess" who left the ground shrugged for a while, It seems like a crane is about to fly but does not rise; for a while it passes through the thin pepper smear, attracting bursts of strong fragrance;

Not just this goddess by the water, both men and women are like this, or hesitation, or long chant, or procrastination, or erratic... Every word and deed seems to express the infinite nostalgia and sorrow in the heart .

The more I read to the back, the more I realize the interweaving of love, contradiction, melancholy and pain between the two parties...

However, no matter how hard it is to separate, there is a difference between people and gods. The status and identities of the two are very different, and the gap is difficult to bridge. In the end, there is only one goddess who drifts away.

A sense of sorrow and sorrow permeates the whole text.

"It turns out...you already know my parting intentions before the waterfall that day. It turns out...it's not just me who is reluctant to part, there are also people who are as hard-pressed as me..."

Zhu Yourong whispered.

She and Zhao Rong are originally from the mountain. For the mountain people, there may be fairies and beauties, but where there are some ethereal and mysterious goddesses, even if there are, they will not be seen under the secular mountains like Dali... So this is instead It's like the fantasy of an ignorant scholar under the mountain, but since it appears in Wenfu, it's reasonable, it's just artistic processing, the most important thing is allusions and metaphors.

After Zhu Yourong read it, his heart became clear.

But that day when she learned of Zhao Rong's death, she hurried down the mountain and went to Dali to rescue him in a panic. In the end, her heart was agitated, and she expressed her heart to him when she said goodbye in front of the Huangling Waterfall, and fled in confusion... Isn't this exactly what this is? Did the gods and humans in the "Fu from the Gods" know each other through experience?

There is also the name of this prose.Lishen, Lishen... In front of the waterfall that day, she must have been the figure of "Clumsy Leaving" in his eyes.

Therefore, Zhu Yourong understood Zhao Rong's "Deviating from the Classics" "Fu from the Gods" during the poetry and Fu art examination, but he didn't expect him to be able to write so well that he directly surpassed the academy.

not to mention!

In this prose, the feeling of regret between the man and the woman that "becomes out of love and ends in courtesy", except that she and Zhao Rong's teacher-student rebellious relationship is very consistent, Zhu Yourong really can't think of Zhao Rong. Another romance.

So this "Fu from God" is not about her, but who?It was clearly a bold confession to her...

Because of this, right now, the autumn wind was blowing outside the window, but Zhu Yourong felt a little hot on his face and neck, and wanted to raise his hands to fan the wind, but he was shy.

only……

"You...how dare you kid...you can't say anything in private, yet you write it out for so many people to read..."

A certain female gentleman is full of joy and fear in her heart.

Although that elm-headed man finally knew how to confess boldly, but this feeling of being surrounded by colleagues watching the confession essay secretly written to her by the "little junior" in the public... Bang bang bang~ made her heart beat three times faster for no reason It was like a deer tiptoeing past outside the Hungry Tiger Cave.

The only thing that makes her feel lucky right now is that he didn't directly give Wen Fu such bold and explicit names as "You Shen Fu" and "You Rong Fu"...

"Um, Mr. Zhu?"

In the corner of Jingchen Hall, Su Changfeng, who was chanting next to Zhu Yourong, suddenly called out.

"Ah, what's the matter..." Zhu Yourong suddenly woke up and replied.

"It's okay." Su Changfeng and Duan Jiuling looked at each other, shook their heads, and said in a worried tone, "It's just that your complexion is a little strange, white and red for a while... You must be more careful next time you practice, and don't make any mistakes again. .”

"Understood, thank you Brother Su for your concern." Zhu Yourong said solemnly.

……

Chapter 7 Do you want to prostitute me for nothing?

In Jingchen Hall.

Suddenly, Su Changfeng, who had finished chanting, asked, "What do you think of these sentences, Mr. Zhu?"

"It's...not bad, it rhymes quite flatly."

"It's not about flat and flat rhymes." Su Changfeng shook his head to correct him, and his desire for expression suddenly arose in his heart, "The amazing thing about this prose is that the rhetoric is gorgeous but not impetuous. It changes the flashy style of modern academies, and the sentences can be read in a fresh way. It’s really refreshing, especially when there are amazing lines in it.”

"Um..." Zhu Yourong whispered.

"Yes." This Mr. Su couldn't help picking up his old profession of lecturing in the school again, "and the most exquisite thing is his vivid description of the Goddess from the Earth in the article, which has a kind of grandeur without being annoying and beautiful. The feeling of not being surprised, the description of this Lishen is obviously written in words, but it makes others read it like watching a wonderful painting."

"..."

Su Changfeng sighed, then looked up at the Rulan woman who was looking sideways at him and seemed to be listening, and said seriously:

"Although we have never seen this Lishen before, and we don't even know if he made it up, but it is really flesh and blood. Isn't it a hundred times more vivid than the painting of beauties respected by Brother Duan... In front of my eyes, she looks graceful... Not only does she have the appearance of sinking fish and wild geese, but she also has a fresh and noble appearance that comes out of clear water and is naturally carved, and..."

Although her heart was about to jump into her throat at this moment, she still couldn't help chasing after her: "And what?"

Su Changfeng glanced at Zhu Yourong, then turned his head to look out the window together, and praised: "Moreover, the sincerity and purity of this 'Li Shen''s love is so beautiful that...after she left, people went to The heart stays, and the love keeps coming. For the protagonist in the prose, the detached figure and the scene of meeting and knowing each other are vivid in his mind, making him romantic but bitter, restless, making him unbearable to wander between Luoshui and Luoshui leave..."

"Really..." Zhu Yourong lowered her eyes.

Afterwards, Mr. Su, who taught candid poetry and prose, analyzed it carefully, and the colleagues who watched and passed it all sighed and agreed, but a certain female gentleman by the window was no longer thinking about it.