Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 137 I was thirteen that year

  After a day of devastation, Zhu Ping'an couldn't bear to tell Fatty Huang Hua the truth.

In fact, not only the fat Xue Chi, but Zhu Pingan glanced around for a while, and saw the people standing in twos and threes waiting at the gate of Jiangnan Park. Several of them were also exchanging with each other about writing poems about chrysanthemums and autumn. , Most people think that today's retest is much less difficult than the main field.

   Fatty stood about two meters away from Zhu Ping'an, reciting the chrysanthemum poem he often swayed...

At this time, a person walked out from the Jiangnan Tribute Courtyard, with an imposing manner, listening to the people around him discussing things like chrysanthemum autumn, with a trace of disdain on his face, when he saw Zhu Ping'an, his eyes stayed on Zhu Ping'an for two more seconds .

  This is Zhu Ping'an whom Luo Ming mentioned several times. His simple and honest demeanor is very similar to the portrait. The man's eyes stayed on Zhu Ping'an for a few seconds before he heard the fat man Xue Chi shaking his head and reciting his chrysanthemum poem to Zhu Ping'an.

  Hearing this, the disdain on the corner of his mouth grew stronger, and he said to himself, "This year's government case is nothing more than that! Chrysanthemum...hehe..."

  After talking to himself, the man left straight away, leaving everyone with a lonely back where everyone is drunk and I am alone.

   "Hey, Brother Zhu, what's wrong with you?" Fatty Xue Chi couldn't help asking when he saw Zhu Ping'an's constipated appearance.

   "Oh, your poems are very good..." Zhu Pingan replied with a constipated face, "It's just that your smell is too strong!"

   "Oh, so it's this. I thought it was because my poems couldn't catch your eyes." The fat man Xue Chi suddenly realized, and then he stretched out his hand to touch a ball of cotton on his body and asked. "I still have a ball of cotton here, do you want to use it?"

   "Keep it." Zhu Ping'an kept it at a respectful distance, and the ball of cotton had also been edified by dung for a day, so who would dare to use it.

  Back to the inn, there are also many students and scholars discussing chrysanthemums in the lobby of the inn. If it wasn't for the fat man knowing that he smelled bad, he would have gone over to share his chrysanthemum poems with others.

  The fat man went upstairs to wash up, and Zhu Pingan also went back to the inn to change his clothes. The house was damp and wet, and it was hot and dry in autumn, and the clothes smelled of sweat. Take off dirty clothes. Zhu Ping'an soaked it in a basin, sat on a low stool, and scrubbed it with the saponins provided by the inn. In fact, the inn and saponin also provide plant ash. Mixing the two together is good for washing clothes, but Zhu Ping'an really can't accept plant ash.

  Zhu Ping'an just finished scrubbing and drying. The fat man upstairs came downstairs with a completely new look.

"Brother Zhu, it's rare for us to be relaxed after the exam. We will not return home drunk today, you promised." The fat man Xue Chi put on his iconic big golden lock and golden jade finger ring, Arty holding a folding fan.

   "Can you eat it?" Zhu Pingan asked lightly.

"I couldn't eat it at first, but who made our chrysanthemum poems play so often today? I didn't blow them to you. The number of people who can write my chrysanthemum poems on chrysanthemums is absolutely no more than this. People are happy when they are happy. Today I can eat it." A pig." Fatty Xue Chi waved his fat hands with a sense of confidence.

   I really hope you can still be so cheerful when you release the rankings!

   "Let me tell you first, I won't go to the other side of the Qinhuai River." Zhu Ping'an emphasized.

"Why don't you go. Brother, I'll treat you, and I'll show you how to open your eyes. Besides, I couldn't bear to write a good poem today. Maybe some girls' school secretary caught the eye and invited me to be the guest of honor." Fatty Xue There was an old sound of patting his chest, and the big golden locks on his neck rattled. Emotions abound.

   "Then go on your own, I'm not interested." Zhu Ping'an was unmoved.

   "Not interested? You. You don't have any peculiar hobbies, do you?" The fat man looked at Zhu Ping'an, and then trembled all over. Take a few steps back.

  You are trembling, your sister, you have never looked in the mirror!

   "Fuck you, uncle!" Zhu Pingan couldn't bear it anymore, "Lao Zhi's orientation is very normal, I'm only thirteen, and my hair hasn't even grown yet. I don't want to abolish my martial arts!"

  If you think about that at such an early age, you will regret it when you grow up, because you haven’t raised it well! If it's broken, it doesn't have to be repaired! When you grow up, you will cry watching the battlefield.

   "What's wrong with Thirteen..." Fatty curled his lips, and then suddenly became formal inexplicably, with a sigh...

"When I was thirteen years old, my father always forced me to read, and I had to read books for four hours every day. If I didn't read, my father would scold me. Later, my father got an errand. , I don’t have time to take care of me, but every time I’m locked in the study room, the doors and windows are locked, and two maids who are seven or eight years older than me hold a big thick stick to supervise my reading. I have to read books for four hours a day. If I fail the homework check when I come back, I will be beaten to death... Every day he came back from the outside to unlock the door and window, and dragged me out of the study for a day... Since then, I just like ~fucked~ women..."

   "Like" and "Like" have two meanings, okay!

   You are really a wonderful flower! Your father is also weird enough, it's not good to ask someone to supervise your studies, you have to let the two young maids supervise! No wonder your father has to drag you out every day, you are only thirteen years old, two girls, four hours, it is a miracle that you are alive!

  Zhu Ping'an is speechless to the fat man!

   "Hey, Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu, don't go away..." Fatty came back from his memories, and found that Zhu Ping'an had already left the house, and hurriedly chased after him.

  As a foodie, after the exam, you must find a place to reward yourself with delicious food. I used to always eat snacks, but today I should have a big meal, and I have enough money in my pocket, so I don't feel wronged anymore.

  So, Zhu Ping'an walked out of the inn and walked towards the Confucius Temple. A few days ago, he heard a scholar talking about the lion head made by the Zhuangyuan Building of the Confucius Temple.

   "Brother Zhu, slow down." The fat man Xue Chi was panting tiredly behind him, "A gentleman promises money, but you said before the exam that you would never return home if you were drunk."

   "Well, yes." Zhu Pingan responded lightly, and continued to move forward.

   "Then go to the other side with my brother. Let me tell you that the number one scholar in Lanyue Tower is so beautiful..." Fatty Xue Chi never forgot the Qinhuai River.

   "I said before that I wouldn't go back if I wasn't drunk, but I didn't say I was going to the other side." Zhu Pingan continued to walk forward, "Shall I go to the Zhuangyuan Building in front of the Confucius Temple?"

   "Go, go!" the fat man gritted his teeth.

  Although the fat man compromised and went to Zhuangyuan building together with Zhu Pingan, but along the way, he was always instilling in Zhu Pingan the beauty of fish and water, trying to persuade Zhu Pingan to change his mind and go to the other side of the Qinhuai River together.

  From this point of view, it seems that modern and ancient peoples have a similar understanding of best friends. They drank wine together, walked through windows together, carried guns together, and slept with mandarin ducks by the Qinhuai River...

   It’s not that far from the inn to the Confucius Temple. It took about a quarter of an hour to get there, but the Zhuangyuan Building is a bit hard to find. There are many restaurants near the Confucius Temple. It took Zhu Ping’an and Fatty some time to find the Zhuangyuan Building.

   Ask for a monthly ticket, it will explode tomorrow

  (end of this chapter)