Chapter 137 That Year I Was Thirteen
After a day of torture, it was rare to find a smile. In the end, Zhu Ping'an couldn't bear to tell the fat man Huang Hua the truth.
In fact, it’s not just Fatty Xue Chi. Zhu Pingan glanced around a little. There were people waiting in groups of three and three at the gate of Jiangnan Park. Several of them were also communicating with each other about their test poems about chrysanthemums and autumn. Everyone was very confident in today's retest, and most people thought that today's retest was much less difficult than the actual test.
The fat man stood about two meters away from Zhu Ping'an, chanting the chrysanthemum poem he often sang...
At this time, a man walked out from Jiangnan Gongyuan, with a majestic air, and listened. People around were discussing things like the autumn of chrysanthemums, with a trace of disdain on their faces. When they saw Zhu Pingan, their eyes stayed on Zhu Pingan for two more seconds.
This must be Zhu Ping'an whom Luo Ming mentioned several times. His honest and honest demeanor is very similar to the portrait. The man's eyes stayed on Zhu Pingan for a few seconds and then he heard the fat man Xue Chi reciting his chrysanthemum poem to Zhu Pingan while shaking his head. After hearing this, Zhu Pingan said with a constipated look, "Well, okay."
Hearing this, the disdain on the corner of the man's mouth became even thicker, and he muttered to himself, "This year's government case is nothing more than that! Chrysanthemum... haha..."
From After he finished speaking to himself, the man left directly, leaving behind a lonely figure of everyone being drunk while I was alone.
"Hey, Brother Zhu, what's wrong with you?" Fatty Xue Chi couldn't help but asked when he saw Zhu Ping'an's constipated look when he commented.
"Oh, your poems are very good..." Zhu Ping'an replied with a constipated look on his face, "It's just that your smell is too strong!"
"Oh, it turns out that's it. I thought it was because my poems couldn't catch your eyes." Fatty Xue Chi suddenly realized, then he reached out and touched a ball of cotton on his body and asked. "I still have a ball of cotton here, do you want to use it?"
"You can keep it." Zhu Pingan stayed away. The ball of cotton had also withstood a day of excrement, so who would dare to use it.
Back at the inn, there are many students and scholars discussing chrysanthemums in the inn lobby. If the fat man hadn't known that he smelled bad, he would have gone there and exchanged his chrysanthemum poems with others.
The fat man went upstairs to wash himself, and Zhu Ping'an also went back to the inn to change his clothes. The dormitory was damp and wet, it was hot in autumn, and the clothes smelled heavy of sweat. Take off your dirty clothes. Zhu Pingan soaked it in the basin, sat on a low stool, and scrubbed it with the soap locust provided by the inn. In fact, the inn also provides plant ash along with soapberry. Mixing the two together is good for washing clothes, but Zhu Ping'an really can't accept the plant ash.
Zhu Pingan has just finished washing and drying. The fat man upstairs came downstairs with a new look.
"Brother Zhu, it's rare to feel relaxed after an exam. We won't go home until we're drunk today. You promised." Fatty Xue Chi put on his iconic big gold lock and gold and jade thumb ring, and held a Arty holding a folding fan.
"Can you eat it?" Zhu Pingan asked lightly.
“I couldn’t eat it at first, but who told me to sing my chrysanthemum poem today? I’m not here to sing it to you. There are definitely not more than this number of people who can sing my chrysanthemum poem on chrysanthemums. People feel refreshed during happy events. . I can eat a pig today." Fatty Xue Chi waved his fat hands, feeling extremely confident.
I really hope you can still be so cheerful when releasing the rankings!
“Let’s make it clear first that I will not go to the other side of the Qinhuai River.” Zhu Ping’an emphasized.
"Why don't you go. Brother, I'm treating you to a treat and opening your eyes. Besides, I finally made a good poem today. Maybe I'll catch the eye of some female school secretary and invite me to be a guest." Fatty Xue Chi's chest was beating loudly, and the big golden lock around his neck was shaking. Emotions abound.
"Then go ahead, I'm not interested." Zhu Pingan was unmoved.
"Not interested? You. Don't you have any strange hobbies?" The fat man looked at Zhu Pingan, and then trembled all over. Take several steps back.
You are shivering, sister, you have never looked in the mirror!
"Get out of here, uncle!" Zhu Ping'an couldn't bear it anymore, "The orientation of labor is very normal. I am only thirteen and my hair is not even long. I don't want to waste my martial arts skills!"
If you think about that when you are older, you will regret it later when you grow up, because you haven’t raised it yet! If it’s damaged, there’s no need to repair it! When you grow up, you will cry watching the battlefield.
"What's wrong with Thirteen..." The fat man curled his lips, and then suddenly became formal inexplicably, with a look of sadness on his face...
"When I was thirteen years old, my father always force me When I was studying, I had to read books for four hours every day. If I didn't read, my father would scold me. Later, my father had an errand and had no time to take care of me, but he would lock me in the study room every time. , lock the doors and windows, let the two The maid who was seven or eight years older than me used a big thick stick to supervise my study. Every time she left harsh words, ordering me to read for four hours a day. If I failed the homework test when I came back, I would be beaten to death... Every day, he unlocks the doors and windows when he comes back from outside, and drags me out after being locked up in the study for a whole day... Since then, I have fallen in love with women..."
"Fall in love" and "Fall in love" means two things, right?
You are really a weirdo! Your father is weird enough. Who should he ask to supervise your poor study? He has to let two young maids supervise him! 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 was really speechless to the fat man!
"Hey, Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu, don't leave..." The fat man came back from his memories and found that Zhu Ping'an had already gone out. He hurriedly chased after him.
As a foodie, after exams, you must find a delicious place to reward yourself. In the past, I always ate snacks, but today it was time to try a big meal. I also had enough money in my pocket, so I no longer wronged myself.
So, Zhu Pingan walked out of the inn and headed towards the Confucius Temple. Walking in the direction, I heard a scholar talking about the lion head made in the Zhuangyuan Tower of Confucius Temple a few days ago.
"Brother Zhu, slow down." Fatty Xue Chi was panting from exhaustion behind him, "A gentleman promises a thousand pieces of gold, but you said before the exam that you would not come back until you were drunk."
"Well, yes." Zhu Pingan responded lightly and continued to move forward.
"Then go to the other side with your brother. Let me tell you that the number one scholar in Lan Yue Tower is beautiful..." The fat man Xue Chi couldn't forget the Qinhuai River.
“I said before that I would not return until I got drunk, but I didn’t say that I was going to the other side.” Zhu Ping’an continued to walk forward, “Would you like to go to the Number One Scholar Building in front of the Confucius Temple?”
“ Go, go!" the fat man said through gritted teeth.
Although Fatty compromised and went to Zhuangyuan Building with Zhu Pingan, he always instilled in Zhu Pingan the beauty of sex and so on, and tried to instigate Zhu Pingan to change his mind and go with him. Across the Qinhuai River.
From this point of view, it seems that modern and ancient times have the same understanding of close friends. We drank wine together, passed out of windows together, carried guns together, and slept together by the Qinhuai River...
From the inn It was not far to the Confucius Temple, and it took about a quarter of an hour to walk there. However, the Zhuangyuan Building was a bit difficult to find. There were many restaurants near the Confucius Temple. It took Zhu Pingan and Fatty some time to find the Zhuangyuan Building. Please give me a monthly ticket, it will explode tomorrow
(End of this chapter)