Thousands of Miles

"It must have been plagiarized! Let's go!"

"Diji!" Zhao Kang shouted to Rouyi Diji with a smile, "Remember to come back and apologize to your master!"

"Bah! How can I apologize to you for plagiarism and cheating!" Rouyi Diji spat on the ground, "Don't let me find out, and if you find out, you will kowtow to me and the prince!"

"it is good!"

Rouyi Diji pulled Zhao Qin away, Ximeng still frowned, seemed to be a little sullen, and said in a low voice: "What are you talking about... am I this kind of person..."

"Don't be angry, you write poems so fast and so well, she has never seen someone as good as you." Zhao Kang smiled and patted Ximeng on the shoulder, "When she goes back and looks through the poetry books, she has never seen anyone like you. There is this poem in ancient times, so I should come and apologize to you."

"There's no need for her to apologize." Xi Meng said, "It's my fault that I was too ostentatious just now, and said those things in a hurry."

"I promised to fight with her, but I want you to help me out. If you want to blame, you should blame me." Zhao Kang took Ximeng's hand and said, "Okay, don't be affected by this little thing, let's continue to play Bar."

"Ah."

Sure enough, the west side of Yanfu Palace is still being expanded, and the general outline of the palace can be seen, but there are still piles of wood everywhere, and the ground is covered with wood flowers, which looks messy.

It was the first time they saw a house being built with their own eyes. Ximeng and Zhao Kang looked left and right curiously. Some people were bending over to carry logs, some were sitting on benches planing wood, and under the eaves not far away There was also an old man standing there with his head bowed, not knowing what he was doing.

Ximeng pulled Zhao Kang and walked over curiously, and saw that the old man piled up a large bag of metal tools on the table beside him, holding a small file in his hand, and was following the pattern of the draft on the wood. Fine carving.

Those complex but flat lines, carved by a pair of vicissitudes of life, gradually took shape, and the pavilions, towers, pavilions, white clouds and birds are lifelike.

Xi Meng and Zhao Kang stood quietly watching for a long time, and they couldn't help admiring the old man's exquisite craftsmanship.

The old man straightened up and hammered his sore waist, smiling slightly at the two children.

"Grandpa, you are amazing." Xi Meng said, "I hope one day I can do as well as you."

"What's the use of doing this?" The old man waved his hands earnestly and said, "Study hard and get a good name, and then it is useful to be an official. Those of us who do crafts can't make money, and we are bitter and tired. We are poor." Forever. Don't learn this, don't learn this."

The old man said that craftsmanship and technology can't be exchanged for money and status, so don't learn this... In Ximeng's young mind, he seems to understand.For a while, I feel that what the old man said is too realistic, and for a while, I feel that the so-called reality of adults seems to be like this.

However, how do we choose to find our own value in this life?

In the evening, when Ximeng returned to Ninghe Hall alone, Zhao Ji was practicing calligraphy. When he saw him come back, he quickly put down the pen in his hand and greeted him: "Ximeng is back, where did he go today?"

"Master, Ximeng felt bored, so he went out to play with Xiaokang." Ximeng raised his head and said to the master, "Ximeng thinks that he has recovered from his illness and has to go back to the painting academy. Can Master?"

"Oh? Is that so?" Zhao Ji suddenly felt a little sorry for Xi Meng's recovery.Recalling the scene of holding him to sleep every day in the past half month, the happiness is over so soon, I really hope it can be longer.

Zhao Ji had no choice but to nod reluctantly: "Okay, then we can go back."

"Then Ximeng moved back now?"

"Okay." Zhao Ji nodded, "Remember to go back and draw well. Anyone who dares to bully you should come to Master and don't fight with others."

"Huh? Master?" Ximeng asked tentatively, "You know everything?"

"You don't want to tell Master what's wrong with your arm, so Master can only investigate it by himself." Seeing Ximeng groaning, Zhao Ji added with a smile, "It wasn't Xueshi Wang who told me, he promised to help you. It's kept secret, Master found out by himself."

"Oh." Ximeng nodded and said to himself, "Master really knows a lot."

"Hahaha, go quickly." Zhao Ji patted Ximeng with a smile, "After packing up, come out and have dinner with me."

"Well, I see." Ximeng smiled and ran back to the room to pack his things, as happy as a bird about to leave the cage.

A deep sense of frustration welled up in Zhao Ji's heart, did Ximeng feel so uncomfortable being with him?

After dinner with the master, Ximeng refused to let him take it, so he walked back to the painting academy with his own small bag.

At this time, it was still dark, Ximeng was walking on the road, and saw a girl running towards him from a distance, thinking that he didn't know any girls here, so he didn't think she was looking for him, so he cared about himself keep walking.

"Master! Master, go slowly!" Diji Rouyi opened her arms to stop Ximeng, and then knelt down with a "slap", "Master is here, I'm here to worship you!"

"Hey...it was just a joke." Ximeng helped Diji Rouyi up from the ground at a loss, "Don't take it seriously, I can't be your master."

"Master, don't be humble." Rouyi Diji said, "I have already gone to the Longtuge Hanlin Academy and asked about it. You really wrote that poem yourself. I apologize to you for the offense just now." Apologies, Master, you are so talented! Don't accept me!"

"Don't be like this..." Xi Meng said, "I don't know anything, and I'm still learning from Master, how can I be your Master. You really don't need to take what happened just now."

"But I'm serious." Rouyi Diji said, "I'm going to tell my father right now, I want to worship you as my grand tutor..."

"Hey...don't go! Don't go!" Ximeng just wanted to spend his days quietly in the painting academy, and never thought of alarming the officials, so he quickly grabbed Rouyi Diji and said, "Don't go to the officials."

"Why are you so nervous? My father isn't scary at all." Rouyi Diji smiled, "He's fine."

"Well, I see." Xi Meng said, "But you still don't go to him, really don't go."

"Okay, if you don't go, then don't go." Rouyi Diji said, "But you must accept me as a disciple, otherwise I will tell my father that you bullied me..."

"Okay...well then..." Ximeng pouted helplessly, "Is it alright?"

"Okay! Okay!" Rouyi Diji happily took Ximeng's hand and jumped up, "Master! I'm so happy today! Hahaha!"

"I still have something to do today, let's talk about it another day." Ximeng hurriedly pushed away Rouyi Diji's hand and walked towards the painting academy.

"Hey...Master! Master! Then you will teach me how to write poetry someday!"

Ximeng walked towards the painting academy without looking back. I really hoped that I would never meet her again. With my three-legged cat level, it would be embarrassing to be someone else's master.

For the next year, Ximeng's life was quite peaceful.I practice calligraphy and painting with Wang Zongyuan in the painting academy every day, and occasionally go out to ride horses and shoot arrows with Zhao Kang, and sometimes I have to deal with extra homework from my master.

"Ximeng, tomorrow is the night of the Yuan Dynasty. I heard that there are lanterns hanging everywhere in Tokyo, and there are all kinds of interesting things on the street. It's very beautiful." Wang Zongyuan pushed Ximeng, "How about it? Go out and have a look." Come back and draw a picture, you are the worst at drawing people, just practice more."

"I...who said I'm bad at drawing people." Ximeng said stubbornly, "Just go and paint."

"Hahaha, look at your stinginess." Wang Zongyuan laughed, "If you don't want to be laughed at, you should draw characters well."

"Hmph." Ximeng snorted unconvinced, found a character map from the bookshelf and flipped through it, but felt something was wrong, put down the book and went out.

Wang Zongyuan only said that his own teasing just annoyed him, and shook his head with a smile.

Ximeng walked out of the painting academy, found a main road through the channel of palace people, sat behind a big rock on the side of the road, and looked out at the hole of the strange rock.

Zhao Ji likes all kinds of strangely shaped stones, and there is no shortage of such strangely shaped stones on the roadside in the palace.The shape of the stone on which Ximeng was sitting was just right, and the size of the hole was large enough for him to sit behind the stone and watch passers-by on the road, but not enough for passers-by on the road to spot him.

People walked by one after another, men and women, old and young, Ximeng carefully observed their attire, gestures, things in their hands, and even a small fold on their clothes.

After observing Tianmu from the morning, Ximeng fell asleep unconsciously.

Ximeng had a dream, dreaming that he drew a masterpiece that would shock the world, and the master smiled happily.Ximeng finally made him proud of himself.

Ximeng wanted to see the painting clearly, but he couldn't see it clearly. He could only see that it was a long scroll, and everything in the painting was both real and illusory, seemingly nothing.

The master said that Ximeng will be famous forever because of this painting.

Master said that he would be proud of Ximeng.

Dreaming of this point, Ximeng's naturally raised lips had a gratified smile.

"Ximeng." A voice whispered anxiously in his ear.

"Yeah." Ximeng was still lying on the rock, although he answered, he was completely unaware of everything around him.

Zhao Ji shook his head, took his cloak and put it on Ximeng, picked him up across the waist, and carried him all the way back to the painting academy.

The next day was the Lantern Festival, and Ximeng slept until noon without knowing it.Thinking about what happened yesterday, I have no idea how I got back to the painting academy.

"Ximeng! What did you do yesterday? You came back so late?" Standing in front of Ximeng's bed, he rubbed his hair vigorously, "You're getting up soon! The sun is drying your ass!"

"I'm going to see someone..." Ximeng said as he lifted the quilt.

"Looking at people? Who are you looking at?"

"All kinds of people..." Ximeng asked suddenly, "How did I get back?"

Zong Yuan shook his head: "Earlier, your master was so anxious that he didn't find you, but later at night he didn't know where to find you, so he brought you back."

Ximeng put on her clothes sullenly, feeling guilty in her heart.Originally, I wanted to observe the pedestrians so that I could draw them well, but in the end it made Master feel uneasy.

"You observed for a day yesterday, and you must have gained a lot." Wang Zongyuan smiled, "Today is the Lantern Festival, don't forget that you promised to accompany me out of the palace to watch the lanterns on the street."

"Ah."

On the evening of the Yuan Dynasty, the official family had a big banquet for the officials, and Wang Xueshi was also busy preparing for the banquet.Ximeng and Zongyuan asked him to take a leave of absence, and they got the approval easily, and went to the Tokyo night market together.

On the night of Shangyuan, there were many people looking at the lights on the street. Ximeng and Zongyuan walked around and looked, and felt that everything was new.

I bought a few small lamps and held them in my hands. I didn't care about the crudeness of the small folk paintings. The two walked down the street talking and laughing, and bought two strings of sugar paintings to hold in my hands.

Under the light, the sugar paintings are crystal clear, like crystals, making people reluctant to eat one bite.Ximeng and Zongyuan took the sugar painting and continued walking forward.

A stage was set up in front, and a group of young and old gathered around to listen to operas. Ximeng also liked to listen to operas, so he stopped in front of the stage and listened.

"Hey, Ximeng, you listen here, I'll go over there to play." Wang Zongyuan was not interested in listening to the opera, so he pushed Ximeng, and went to the other side of the street to shop for lights.

Ximeng nodded, watched Zong Yuan walk away, and then turned around and continued to look at the stage.

Ximeng likes to listen to those melodious and melodious tunes and delicate and graceful opera words, looking at the actors with exquisite makeup and soft figure on the stage, he can't help but feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Ximeng! Oh, isn't that Ximeng! Where have you been running all year, you little brat! Stop! Stop!" Ximeng was engrossed in hearing this, when a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.