Hypocrites

"Porridge."

Song Jun handed the porcelain bowl to Shen Yu, held his cheeks with Chen Hui and Zhou Yu, and waited inexplicably for him to finish eating.In the main room, Shen Jin leaned on the other side to hide, and read the article Shen Yu wrote overnight.

After reading it, he touched the back of his head: "Oh..."

Shen Yudao: "Yesterday was too late and my mind was not working. If there is anything to be changed, just say it."

The three classmates looked at each other in blank dismay.

Shen Jin said: "I, the officially appointed county shepherd, haven't taken office yet, why are you more anxious than me?"

Shen Yu poured porridge and rice into his stomach in two mouthfuls, and said calmly: "The Lujia faction has been investigated, and the county guard's mansion is at a time when there is a shortage of people. Father, if I can help, let me be the chief reporter. "

After dinner, the four of them will go to school to meet their long-lost friends.Shen's mother came in carrying the summer melon that had been frozen in the well water, just in time for several people to leave with their shoulders crossed.

"This kid." Shen Jin sighed, and put the reed paper on the table.Shen's mother put down the melon plate and browsed briefly: "Isn't this my son's handwriting? I just came back and haven't had a good rest. How can I make him write these? It's bothering me."

"I didn't ask you to write it." Shen Jin couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, and said helplessly, "Your son has great ambitions, and he will be a person who will enter the Hall of Heaven in the future."

The Shen Family School is located in Anjingfang in the city, and the neighbors are full of merchants and farmers. Song Jun's family lives in the alley, and the four of them took Song Jun's luggage back home.

Because Song Jun stayed at the teacher's house on the first night when he came back, and was beaten up by his mother, who scolded him for neglecting his family, and didn't write a few letters.He took Shen Yu's hand again and thanked him for taking care of his son, saying that Song Jun had caused trouble to the teacher's family.

"No no, actually Brother Jun takes care of me more," Shen Yu said modestly, "I just sometimes accompany Brother Jun to go shopping and chat with each other."

Aunt Song Jun immediately taught her a lesson: "You child, why don't you study hard with the teacher? Are you going to play around with Brother Yu?"

Song Jun was trained so much that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

A Niang was reluctant to part with her son, so she took Song Jun and the three younger ones to accompany her for a while, and each gave some dried fruits before sending them off to school.

It was almost dusk.

When it was time to leave school, in Shen Yu's memory, at this time in the past, they had already started to slip away and lose their minds.The gate of the school is as wide as two people side by side. There is a stone pier in front of the gate. The inside and outside are cleaned and tidy.

Song Jundao: "I thought that the group of boys would make a lot of noise if the master wasn't here."

Chen Hui was puzzled and said, "I thought, at this point, everyone has already skipped class and went home. Why is there still someone here?"

Walking through the paved road with Chinese characters, there are more than a dozen desks sparsely placed in the windows of the academy.There are four seal characters hanging high on the plaque - "pure heart and pure mind".

Everything is in order.

But there was no one in the lecturer's seat, and Song Jun and Shen Yu looked at each other wonderingly, are these the same classmates who knew each other in the past?

Chen Hui shouted: "Little ones, look who is back!"

He was the only one in the peaceful academy.All the students were indifferent, concentrating on their studies and turning a deaf ear to Chen Hui.

Chen Hui: "Hey!"

One raised his head: "This classmate, please be quiet and don't disturb our study."

"That's right, who is like you and wants to play truant, please reflect on yourself."

Chen Hui: "..."

Zhou Yu hugged him comfortingly.Song Jun felt comforted from the bottom of his heart: "I didn't expect everyone to be so serious. Even if my husband is at home, I can feel at ease."

The elder brother's voice was like throwing stones into the waves, and the students immediately threw their books: "Senior Brother! Brother Yu!"

"Hey, if I knew that my husband wouldn't come today, I wouldn't have sat for a long time in vain, my legs are numb!"

Everyone rushed out and surrounded Song Jun and Shen Yutuan.

"We heard that you returned to the city last night, and thought that the master would come over today!"

"Did you bring us any good things from Wangcheng?"

Song Jundao: "Stop it, stop it, did you co-author it for your husband to read? It's really good enough."

Chen Hui was pushed to the edge of the crowd, and Zhou Yu hugged him comfortingly again.

Shen Yu conveniently distributed the dried fruits given by Aunt Song Jun to the students.

"It's so sweet! Is this the dried fruit from Wangducheng? It's really different from the country fruit here!"

Shen Yudao: "Ah no, these are dried fruits from your senior brother's backyard."

In the main room where the bamboo slips and reed paper were thrown all over the place, there was still a student sitting intently. He was neatly dressed and had a straight back.

Chen Hui called him: "Hey, Lian Fan, I told you that my husband isn't here, why are you still reading, come out and eat."

The student didn't turn his head back, and his tone was full of shame and disdain: "Reading and studying is my own business, not my husband's. I haven't finished my homework today, so go play on your own."

"Hey," Chen Hui murmured, "Lian Fan Lian Fan is indeed a role model. Come on, leave him alone."

The crowd crowded and sat down under the big banyan tree in the courtyard, shared the preserved fruit from Song Jun's family, and inquired about some interesting things about Wangcheng.Among these students, many of them will be recruited to be officials in the future, or plan to go north to make a living, and they all listened with great interest.Song Jun talked about the Xie Ling Pavilion where people from all over the royal city gathered, and one of them said: "That is the place only rich and noble children can go, and it has nothing to do with us."

"Yeah," Zhou Yu said with a sad face, "Yan Ran also said that when he came back, he said that if he had a meal there, the money spent would be calculated in taels of silver. If he bought my house's food for half a year, could he go to that building for a walk?" Back? Brother, tell us something about us."

Song Jun then asked: "Is it related to us? What do you want to hear?"

"When it comes to noble sons from poor families, it's hard to find someone on the right side of Duan Xiang. Of course, it's about talking about Duan Xiang!"

Prime Minister Duan Boyu, a farmer's son, capable of being an official under one person, it's no wonder that he has become the yearning of the poor families all over the country.

Song Jun was in trouble. Even though he lived in the same city as Duan Xiang, he was not someone who could be seen all the time.

"Brother Yu, you seem to have met him before?" Song Jun remembered that Shen Yu had a banquet in the palace.

"Hmm..." Against everyone's expectant gazes, Shen Yu dug out his memory, and finally remembered the brief communication with Duan Boyu.

"The prime minister said," Shen Yudao, "everything in the world can be lost, only the books you read can't be taken away by others."

"Wow!"

All the students were amazed, worthy of Duan Xiang.

"Hey," Chen Hui was speechless, "Everyone has said this, and I have said it to you senior brothers too!"

No one pays attention to him.

Another person said: "There is also His Royal Highness! Isn't the sir just going to teach the Prince? Speaking of which, we are also classmates with His Highness!"

"What kind of person is Your Highness? Is it easy to get along with? Brother, you said that I will visit the capital in the future, can I ask His Highness to give me an official position for the sake of being a fellow student?"

Song Jun laughed: "His Royal Highness, I'm not familiar with it, but Brother Yu is more familiar."

"I don't either..." Shen Yu said halfway, a sense of irritability surged up in his heart, he grabbed his tied hair, "Go to study hard, try to take shortcuts."

Everyone scattered.

Chen Hui sat on the ground with his back against the flower bed, his palms were full of sour and astringent fruits left by the students, he picked one and threw it into his mouth.

"Shen Yu, after you came back, what seems to be on your mind?"

Shen Yu glanced at him and denied it flatly: "It's nothing."

"Yes." Chen Hui's eyes, both on his face and in his heart, were bright, "Why don't you write some policy theory overnight? Do you want to be an official?"

Shen Yu didn't speak.

Song Jun didn't say a word, he saw the relationship between Shen Yu and Prince Heng, and he already had a premonition.

Zhou Yu is a straight-hearted person. Seeing that everyone was silent, he hurried out to save the atmosphere, and made another thing in advance: "I haven't seen Yan Ran and Mu Jihe in the past two days? I thought that when the husband came back, Yan Ran would also Come back."

The two who had just returned to their hometown remembered this, and Song Jun asked, "Where did they go?"

Zhou Yu said, "Yan Ran is going home."

"Why come home suddenly? And Ji He?"

Zhou Hao scratched his forehead.

Chen Hui completed for him: "Yan'er quarreled with Ji He and went back to her mother's house. Ji He went to look for him, but he didn't come back."

Oh, I understand now.

But there seemed to be something wrong, Shen Yu said: "Which home?" Chen Hui winked at him.

From the direction of the market in the city, there was the sound of clappers for the closing of the market, and the Jinwu sank westward, covering the tile roof of the academy with a layer of oily brilliance.

Zhou Yu jumped up: "Hey! I won't tell you, I have to take a step ahead!"

He ran out of the yard in a hurry, as if the soles of his feet were on fire, and stopped abruptly at the threshold, straightened his clothes, and stepped out the door with a dignified posture.Seeing that Song Jun and Shen Yu were Zhang Er monks, they were puzzled.

After parting with Song Jun at the alley, when Shen Yu returned home, two voices of conversation could be heard in the main room.

"After taking office as the sheriff, I shouldn't leave. You can discuss anything with the husband, don't be bored by yourself. By the way, the sheriff's mansion is vacant. If you are free, you might as well come and help."

"Thank you sir."

It was Yan Ran's voice, it seems that he also got the news of Shen Jin's return home.

Shen Yu was about to open the door and go in when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a furtive figure at the corner of the corridor.

Mujihe stood on tiptoe, pouted his head, and suddenly a sword light shot straight down, scaring him to ouch and sit on the ground.

"Young brother?!"

Shen Yu took the Erxie Sword, folded his arms condescendingly and said, "That little thief, what did you do here? Let's poke your head here."

Mu Jihe smiled wryly again and again, got up and patted his butt, hurriedly signaled Shen Yu not to talk, walked with him to a remote corner, and then complained: "I found someone to come. Hey, Yan'er hides at home and refuses to see me. It's been several days!"

Chen Hui had already told them about it before, but Shen Yu was skeptical in his heart, and had a feeling that although he understood what Chen Hui said, he didn't quite understand it.

"Why did you mess with him?"

Mujihe had a strange expression on his face, he was tongue-tied for a long time, and stammered, "I can't tell you."

At this moment, the door of the main room opened, Yan Ran bid farewell to the teacher, and went to the gate alone, Mu Jihe immediately left Shen Yu behind to catch up, like a bee that smells the fragrance of fruit and spreads its wings and buzzes.

Shen Jin told him not to respond, and complained: "Didn't he come to see the teacher?"

Shen Yu walked up to his father, touched his nose, and felt as if he understood it again, as if he didn't understand it again.It seems that I can explain it to my father, but it seems that it is best not to talk about it.