lcionline Chapter 390 Meeting 2 People
Chapter 390 Meeting 2 People
The process of sending invitations is not that simple. You will not be immediately accepted to visit after sending them.
Lu Wensheng was filled with anxiety and could not just wait there. After thinking it over, he could not suppress his eagerness and asked the servant in detail about Mr. Xike's residence.
After the servant answered one by one, Lu Wensheng secretly memorized them in his heart.
On the second day, Lu Wensheng rummaged through the drawers and found a half-worn moon-white cotton robe from the bottom of the wardrobe.
This was a plain long gown with no patterns or decorations, and there were still indigo water marks on the collar from washing. It was originally made of material that should have been worn by a schoolboy. The jade belt was replaced with a bamboo pendant tied with a hemp rope, and the jade crown was replaced with a blue cloth Confucian scarf. He really looked like a poor student who was eager to visit a famous teacher.
After all, his status as the top scholar is too ostentatious. If he walks out the door in a swagger, he might be targeted by people with ulterior motives.
It is said that since everyone knew that he had not yet married, many people began to secretly plan to "catch a son-in-law from the list", which made Lu Wensheng very annoyed.
When he pushed open the carved window, the trumpet creepers on the eaves were dripping with morning dew. He stepped onto the bluestone rockery, using the tiptoes to gain leverage on the tiles, and in a flash he climbed over the back wall covered with vines. Since he climbed over the wall to return home the day before, this low wall with a missing corner of blue tiles had become the most convenient passage.
He heard faint sounds of carriages and horses from the alley entrance. He walked quickly along the mottled brick wall. Suddenly, he heard the laughter of "catching a son-in-law under the list" from the street corner. He hurriedly turned into a narrow alley where food was sold. He smelled the sweet aroma and bought a bag of osmanthus cake.
According to the servant, Mr. Xike's residence is in Huaiye Lane to the west of the city, which is quite remote. The deeper you go, the vermilion archways are gradually replaced by green tiles and white walls. The fragrance of agarwood in the air becomes weaker, and is instead filled with the scent of books and the bitterness of plants.
The place where Mr. Xike lived was quite remote. There were few pedestrians along the way and the houses on both sides of the street looked a bit shabby.
When Lu Wensheng passed by a yard, he suddenly heard a familiar sound.
Ever since he climbed over the wall to return home last time, he has become more and more skilled at this kind of wall-climbing and spying. While lamenting his own depravity, he tiptoed to the corner and swiftly climbed over the wall.
He carefully looked over and found that the people in the yard were Yan Zhaoming and Tang He.
Yan Zhaoming was dressed in a long blue cloth gown and a square scarf on his head, looking quite respectable like a scholar. However, Tang He was completely different. He was dressed in rags, had messy hair and a dirty face, like a beggar.
Yan Zhaoming was indignant, and he was complaining to Tang He: "I am really fed up. As soon as I came to Xiangsheng City, I inexplicably found myself in debt.
He also had to be the accountant, thinking of paying off the debt first, but he didn't know that the boss was simply a scoundrel, picky and making things difficult for him.
How can I tolerate my bad temper? I beat that guy up in a rage, and ended up having to pay compensation, and I also lost my livelihood, and now I can’t even pay the rent for this house!"
As the young master of Burning Sky Valley, when has he ever lacked these? ! Coming to the Common People's Alliance, he owed a lot of spiritual stones. This broken formation also arranged this identity for him. Is it a sincere mockery of him? ! ——Yan Zhaoming felt the deep malice of this world towards him.
Lu Wensheng raised an eyebrow when he heard this. He didn't care about his image anymore since he had the melon to eat. He just lay on the wall. In the morning light, he saw Yan Zhaoming rolling up his sleeves, looking indignant.
Tang He, contrary to his usual behavior, lowered his head, grasped a hemp rope, and was about to put it on the beam.
Yan Zhaoming was speaking indignantly and wanted to continue to vent his dissatisfaction to Tang He, but suddenly he found that Tang He had quietly found a rope, tied it up, and was preparing to use his neck to perform a self-hanging gesture.
He was startled: "What are you doing?!"
Hearing Yan Zhaoming's question, Tang He suddenly let out a sharp laugh, scaring away the sparrows under the eaves, with a crazy smile on his face.
"Hahaha, everything he does in real life is lost. In the formation, he even played the role of Wei Xun's gambler son, but now he's just a beggar! He doesn't even want to act anymore!"
As he said this, he staggered towards the crooked jujube tree.
Seeing this, Yan Zhaoming rushed over in a panic, trying to snatch the rope from Tang He's hand, and did not forget to persuade him: "Don't be impulsive, it's just a little difficult, you can always solve it if you think of a way!"
Tang He held the rope tightly: "I feel that my life is so miserable - return the rope to me quickly. If I think about my miserable deeds again, I will not have the strength to hang myself."
Yan Zhaoming pounced forward and grabbed the hemp rope just as it was about to wrap around Tang He's neck.
No matter how good the quality of the hand-twisted hemp rope was, it could not support the weight of two adult men. It broke with a "snap" and the two men fell to the ground, rolling into a ball in the still wet mud, with mud splashing all over their faces.
The two looked at each other, and after a commotion in the yard, it finally quieted down.
Yan Zhaoming wiped the mud off his face, and his fingertips rubbed against a half-dead branch. Looking at Tang He's messy hair stuck to his forehead, and even grass debris hanging on his neck, he couldn't help but smack his lips: "What a miserable life."
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the hem of his clothes was still soaked in mud and water, and the hem of his scholar's robe was splashed with spots, like a clay figurine.
Tang He glanced over at him, the dirty water dripping from the ends of his hair leaving dark marks on his clothes, and he retorted unhappily: "You're not bad either."
His stomach rumbled at the right moment, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten yet, which made the originally bitter atmosphere become comical.
Lu Wensheng hid on the wall, watching the scene in the yard, feeling a little amused and helpless - two of them really had a miserable life.
Finally, he coughed softly.
The two of them froze at the same time when they heard the noise. They turned around and saw Lu Wensheng leaning out from the wall. The three pairs of eyes looked at each other.
When Yan Zhaoming saw that it was Lu Wensheng, he immediately climbed out of the mud pit. There was a moldy leaf stuck on his Confucian robe: "Cough cough cough, what a coincidence." He tried to cover up his embarrassment with a cough, but he choked on the mud and water and let out a series of muffled coughs and a series of "Pooh, Pooh, Pooh."
Lu Wensheng flipped over and jumped off the wall, stepping on the wet soil, splashing a few small mud dots. He reached out to brush off the wall dust on his shoulders, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not a coincidence, I climbed over the wall on purpose."
Tang He's eyes lit up instantly, and he pounced on him like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood. However, when he saw Lu Wensheng subconsciously stepping back, he stopped awkwardly.
He looked down at his muddy hands, then at his torn trouser legs, and said in a tearful voice: "Brother, why do you despise me? Am I still your good brother?"
"Now it's Dirty Junior Brother." Lu Wensheng pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and threw it over. The handkerchief drew a half silver arc in the air and landed on Tang He's shoulder. "Go to the well and wipe it."
Lu Wensheng said with disgust, but silently took out an unopened sweet-scented osmanthus cake from his arms and handed it over - luckily he bought it on the way because he was greedy.
Tang He had an expression that said "this world is not worth it" before, but now the cloudy sky has turned sunny and he is very happy: his senior brother is still the best to him.
His eyes were surprisingly bright and he opened the package in no time. The way he wolfed down the food was so voracious that Yan Zhaoming couldn't help but stare at him sideways.
Yan Zhaoming patted the mud off his body, his eyes fell on Lu Wensheng's clothes that had been washed to a pale color, and suddenly he felt that his situation was not that bad: "Even if it's you, I guess everyone's status is not very good."
"Brother, what is your identity?" Tang He spoke unclearly with his mouth full of pastries.
Lu Wensheng raised his hand to tie up the Confucian scarf that had slipped off, and said lightly: "He is just an ordinary number one scholar, and he was preparing for the parade as soon as he arrived."
Yan Zhaoming: “…” Has anyone ever said that you are really pretentious?