Sword comes

Not long after Liu Xianyang came to Mud Ping Alley, another rare guest came to the alley, Zhao Yao, a handsome reading scholar in blue shirt, quite a bit like the teacher Qi Jingchun.

Zhao Yao is the eldest grandson of one of the four major surnames in the town. Compared with Lu Zhengchun's idle playboys, Zhao Yao, who was also born in wealth, has a good reputation. Many lonely old people in the town have received the favor of teenagers. The so-called "celebrities raise their hopes in the wild" in the book seems to overestimate Zhao Yao's aspirations, and he is a little bit of a villain to help a gentleman. One year, without the slightest slack.Even the old man who watched the young man grow up in Fulu Street would have to give his thumbs up. Every time he reprimanded his own children, he would always use Zhao Yao as a reason, which made Zhao Yao very few among his peers. Heart-to-heart friends.

Lu Zhengchun's personality is free, and he doesn't like to deal with a nerd who is a nerd. Just imagine that everyone is so excited to climb the wall to peek at the pretty widow, but someone is saying see no evil by the side.In short, the young Zhao Yao liked to deal with people outside Fulu Street these years. He walked almost all the alleys, big and small, except for Mud Bottle Alley, because Song Jixin lived in this alley, and one of them let Zhao Yao often feels ashamed of her peers.

But if I really want to talk about a friend, Zhao Yao probably only recognizes Song Jixin as a chess friend. Although he has been losing to Song Jixin in chess for so many years, he is determined to win or lose, and his obsession with winning chess belongs to his obsession. For the talented Song Jixin, Zhao Yao has always admired him in his heart, but Zhao Yao was a little disappointed, because his intuition told him that although Song Jixin was laughing with himself, and usually had a close relationship, he never seemed to see him. Be a true friend and confidant.

Although Zhao Yao had never visited Song Jixin's house before, when he saw a certain house, he knew that this house must be Song Jixin's house. It looks like Song Jixin's word. The reason is very simple. It is because the style has changed too much. It can almost be said that the words are different. The word "yuan", next to the word water, has a particularly deep and long meaning.The word odd, that big mention, the spirit is great, the thunder is overwhelming!The word country is written in a neutral and peaceful manner, like a sage sitting upright, without the slightest flaw.

Standing at the door of the courtyard, Zhao Yao almost forgot to knock, leaning forward, staring at the words, lost in thought, feeling that he was about to lose the courage to knock on the door.It is precisely because of his diligent practice of calligraphy and numerous posts that he is more aware of the power, weight, and spirit of those words.

Zhao Yao was saddened, took out a money bag, bent over and placed it at the door, ready to leave without saying goodbye.

At this time, the courtyard door suddenly opened, Zhao Yao looked up, Song Jixin seemed to be about to go out with his maid Zhigui, and the two laughed and smiled.

Song Jixin pretended to be surprised and joked: "Zhao Yao, what are you doing for this great gift?"

Zhao Yao picked up the money bag in embarrassment, and was about to explain the reason, when Song Jixin took the embroidered bag away and said with a smile, "Yo, Zhao Yao is here to give a gift, accept it and accept it. But I said in advance, I am a poor family, but I don't have any gifts that will make Brother Zhao conspicuous, so if you come and don't go, it will be indecent."

Zhao Yao smiled bitterly and said, "This bag is worth more than money, so it should be regarded as my parting gift, no need to return gifts."

Song Jixin turned his head and smiled knowingly at his maid, and handed her the money bag, "Look, I'll say that Zhao You is the most polite scholar in the town, how about that?"

After the girl took the money bag, she held it on her chest. She narrowed her eyes with a smile. She was very happy, and she turned slightly to give a blessing, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, my young master said that there is Yuqing in the family of good deeds, and there are blessing fields for those who do good deeds. , the slave maid here wishes Zhao Gongzi Qingyun to go straight, and the journey is thousands of miles."

Zhao Yao hurriedly bowed back and said, "Thank you Miss Zhigui for her auspicious words."

Song Jixin touched the back of his head and yawned, "Aren't you tired?"

Zhigui said with a smile: "If you can get a bag of money every time, the slaves and servants will not get tired of giving ten thousand blessings."

Zhao Yao said with some shame, "I'm going to disappoint Miss Zhigui."

Song Jixin waved his hand, "Let's go, have a drink!"

Zhao Yao looked embarrassed, Song Ji excitedly said: "A piece of shit! You can only read rigid rules when you read, and you can't read the romantic style of celebrities, how can you do it?"

Zhao Yao asked tentatively, "Have a drink?"

Song Jixin rolled his eyes and said, "Get drunk!"

Just as Zhao Yao was about to speak, Song Jixin grabbed his neck and dragged him away.

When the maid Zhigui locked the door, the four-legged snake tried to sneak out, but she kicked it back to the yard.

When she passed by the house next door, she quietly stood on tiptoe, glanced sideways, and saw Liu Xianyang's tall figure. The latter also found her and immediately smiled brightly. Liu Xianyang was about to say hello to her, but she had withdrawn her eyes. Walk away quickly.

There is a restaurant in the town, but it is really not big, but the cost is not small, but Zhao Yao is a child of the Zhao family after all, and he has a good reputation. He patted his chest and said that he would not charge a penny, so that the two scholars could come to the small shop to admire their faces and drink. It was his restaurant that was flourishing, and it was only right for the two young masters to charge him.Song Jixin immediately smiled and stretched out his hand, and asked for money on the spot. The shopkeeper angrily found himself to go down the steps, saying that he owed him, and that he would send some jars of good wine to Song Gongzi tomorrow.At that time, Zhao Yao wanted to dig a hole in the ground and dig in. The shopkeeper had always been aware of the eccentric temperament of Young Master Song of Nipingxiang, but he was not really angry. He personally found a quiet window seat for the three of them on the second floor.

Song Jixin didn't talk much with Zhao Yao, and Song Jixin didn't persuade people to drink alcohol, which made Zhao Yao, who originally regarded death as home, very strange.

Looking from the window on the second floor of the restaurant, I can just see a plaque on the twelve-legged archway, and I do my part.

Song Jixin asked, "Mr. Qi really doesn't leave the town with you?"

Zhao Yao nodded and said, "Mr. temporarily changed the schedule, saying that he would stay in the school and teach the penultimate chapter, "Knowing the Rites"."

Song Jixin said with emotion: "Then Mr. Qi is going to tell a big truth, to teach the world for the Confucian sage, and tell us that in the beginning, there was no law in the world, and the sage used propriety to transform all living beings, and the monarchs at that time all advocated Etiquette, if you think that if you go out of the way, you will be punished, so there is a law.

Zhao Yao was already slightly drunk, and his speech was vague, and asked, "Do you think it's right? Why didn't you just teach the last article, "Ke Li"?"

Song Jixin answered the question, "Before walking out of the town, you were like a mandrill, a ghost, a fairy, and you believed it, but if you didn't believe it, you didn't. As for how Mr. Qi taught and how the students listened, let's have our destiny."

The maid, Zhigui, also drank a glass of wine. She looked dizzy and playful, and did not look at the towering archway from beginning to end.

In the twelve-legged archway, the bases of the stone pillars are nine different beasts of the nine sons of Longsheng, besides the white tiger, Xuanwu and Suzaku.

The people of the small town have lived here for generations.

No wonder.

Zhao Yao couldn't help hiccups, stood up staggeringly, and said, "Farewell to you, I hope to see you again."

Song Jixin thought for a while, then got up and said with a smile, "I will definitely see you again, Zhao Yao, Mochou has no confidantes ahead."

Zhao Yao with dazzling eyes bit his tongue and said sincerely: "Song Jixin, you should leave the town as soon as possible, no one in the world knows you, you can definitely do it!"

Song Jixin obviously didn't take it seriously, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go, drunken talk, insulting gentleness."

After Zhao Yao and Song Jixin left the restaurant, they parted ways. Before Zhao Yao left, he was probably a coward and asked, "Song Jixin, do you want to go to the official residence of the kiln supervisor and make a look. , I can convince the concierge..."

Song Jixin popped out a word from between his teeth with a cold face, "Get out!"

Zhao Yao left sadly.

The maid Zhigui looked at the back and said in a low voice, "Young master, they are also kind."

Song Jixin sneered and said: "The good intentions of the good people in the world will end up doing bad things and have bad consequences, is it less?"

She thought about it, and it seemed that it was such a boring truth, so she stopped insisting.

The Fulu Street where Zhao Yao lives is in the north of the town, and the Mud Ping Alley is in the west of the poor households. .

The girl whose real name is Wang Zhu is smiling.

After Zhao Yao returned to his ancestral house on Fulu Street, the servant told him that his ancestor was waiting for him in the study, and he had to pass immediately, and he could not stop for a moment. .

In the small town, the Zhao family does not show off the mountains and waters, and they are rich and introverted. They are not like the Lu family.

The old woman with a cane was standing beside a desk, stroking the table, her vicissitudes of life was full of sad memories.

After the old woman smelled the strong alcohol smell of her eldest grandson outside the door, she was not angry, she waved with a smile: "Yao'er, come in, what are you doing with the pestle at the door, what is it for a man to drink a little wine, it's not drinking horse urine, it's not ashamed !"

Zhao Yao crossed the threshold with a wry smile, and bowed to his ancestors respectfully. The old woman said impatiently, "It's not good to read too much, it's just a matter of rules, so that scholars spend their whole lives beating the wall with ghosts, and they are very tired and crooked, just say you. Your grandfather, you are top-notch in everything. The only thing you can do is talk to me about the big truth. It's really annoying, especially the way of doing things, tsk tsk, especially the lack of play. I can't say anything about him. Smashed it with a cane..."

The old woman was suddenly amused by herself and laughed, "I almost forgot, I didn't need a cane at that time."

She smiled and asked, "Why, are you drinking with the little white-eyed wolf surnamed Song?"

Zhao Yao said helplessly: "Grandma, how many times have I told you, Song Jixin is very talented, very savvy, and can learn everything quickly."

The old woman sneered: "He, smart is the smartest, but your grandfather was three years old before he died, and he saw that little thing to death. Do you want to know what your grandfather said?"

Zhao Yao quickly replied, "Grandson doesn't want to know!"

The old woman didn't care whether the precious grandson wanted to listen or not, and said to herself, "Your grandfather said, 'You are young, the city is very heavy, but it is a pity that the person who loses the voice of his ancestors must be this person.'"

Then she pointed to Zhao Yao, "Your grandfather also said, 'Wen Liang, respectful and frugal, nothing unusual at first, but he who cultivates the vitality of his descendants, must be my grandson!'"

After the old woman finished speaking, she smiled, "Damn old man, he has been sour all his life, and finally he finally said something nice."

Zhao Yao, who was a little confused, was about to speak when he heard his grandmother sigh and sigh, "Old man, old man!"

The young man had no choice but to take back his words, smiled and took the old woman's arm, "Grandma's birthday is younger than Nanshan."

The old woman stretched out her dry palm and patted the back of the baby's grandson's hand, "Better than your grandfather, I don't know how to tell nonsense when reading, and also say good things to others."

The young man smiled and said, "Grandpa is really knowledgeable. Mr. Qi also said that grandpa has a good way of studying and interpreting the word 'yi', and he has a lot of experience."

The old woman immediately showed her fox's tail, and she couldn't hide her smugness, but she pretended to snort coldly: "That's not it, it doesn't matter who picked the man!"

Zhao Yao pursed his lips tightly, holding back his smile.

The old woman took Zhao Yao to the chair behind the bookcase. The young man found that there was a wooden carving of a Wolong dragon on the bookcase, which was lifelike, but for some reason, after careful observation, he found that this blue wooden dragon had eyes but no beads.

The old woman picked up a writing brush that was already dipped in ink, a brand-new small cone pen made of old locust branches in a wooden tube, held it in both hands, and handed it to her eldest grandson tremblingly.

Zhao You took the brush without knowing it, and his shoulders sank. It turned out that his grandmother put her hand on his shoulder, and he took advantage of the situation to sit in the seat that only the head of the Zhao family could sit.

The old woman took a step back and said very solemnly: "Zhao Yao, take your seat! Today, you will be the finishing touch for the ancestors of the Zhao family!"

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A statue of a dilapidated clay statue, on the grassy ground, is slanted horizontally and vertically, and no one cares.

This has been the case for thousands of years, and even mud statues will continue to fall here. The people of the small town not only take it easy on many things, but in fact, seeing these statues, they have long since lost much respect.

The old man will occasionally nag a few words to tell his children not to come here to play, but the young children still like to come here to hide and seek, catch crickets, etc. It may wait until these children grow up and become old men. The old man who is old will also tell the children not to come here to play, generation after generation, just like this, there is no wind or rain, no waves, and it is unremarkable.

I saw here, the rolled head, the broken torso, and the separated palms, as if they had been reluctantly put together, so that they could maintain their roughly original appearance, but that was all that was left.

A young man in straw sandals hurried here from Mud Bottle Alley, with three offering money in his palms tightly. After finding a statue, he squatted down, looked around, and there was no one there, so he quietly put the copper coin into the crack of the statue.

After getting up, I went to the second and third statues, all of which did the same.

Before the young man left, he stood alone in the lush green grass, folded his hands together, lowered his head and said silently: "Peace to pieces, peace to pieces, I hope you will bless my parents not to suffer in the next life... If possible, please tell me My parents, I'm doing fine now, don't worry..."