Three melons and two dates

Tan Ziqian stood in front of the bookshelf grid where Xie Huanxiu asked him the question based on his memory, ran his fingers across the spine of the books one by one, took out a book at random, held it in his hand, imitated Xie Huanxiu's appearance at that time, and wondered if he was What did you find here?

Tan Ziqian flipped through the pages thoughtfully, but his mind was not on the pages at all.He is very familiar with every book here, and he can't figure it out. What in these books can make Xie Huanxiu understand his identity?

He doesn't have the habit of signing books, and if there is any problem, Xie Huanxiu should have discovered it long ago, not by now.

The hand turning the pages of the book suddenly stopped, Tan Ziqian stared at the row of books in front of him, suddenly dropped the book in his hand, and pulled out the row of books one by one, only looking at the title of the book and putting it aside, ignore.

When he took out the "Shui Jing Zhu" that was crumpled by Xie Huanxiu, he subconsciously tried to smooth the pages, and then smiled knowingly.

"This bastard is actually smart..."

This "Shui Jing Zhu" has his handwriting that he teased with Su Qin back then, and he has been reluctant to throw it away, so he has kept it on the bookshelf.However, he also tested Xie Huanxiu with this book in the early years, but he didn't respond at that time.

Perhaps, something happened in the middle that he didn't know, which made him connect two or several things.

But Tan Ziqian didn't care about it, and he wasn't going to delve into it. Just leave this kind of matter to Su Qin, and he will tell himself the answer.

But looking at the creases on the "Shui Jing Zhu" that couldn't be smoothed no matter what, Tan Ziqian scolded fiercely, "You bastard."

Xie Huanxiu, who returned to the school, was still thinking about Ji Yuan and Tan Ziqian in his mind.On the one hand, he believes that his deduction is not wrong, but on the other hand, he feels that his speculation lacks evidence. Tan Ziqian's reaction makes him more and more shaken. The "double pride" guess is probably just his imagination.

The two ideas are like two armies confronting each other, stalemate confrontation, and it is difficult to distinguish the outcome.

Xie Huanxiu couldn't sit still anymore, so he asked his teacher for leave in the next class, and was going to "bow down" to meditate.

If you are tired of learning, you should think quietly.

This is the unwritten rule of Lushan Academy, and the master agreed without asking a word.

Xie Huanxiu said his goodbyes politely, and walked alone to the back of the academy—bending his waist.

It is said that the plaque hanging above the main entrance before "Bending Back" was "Jingsi", which means "Jingsi", but the name was changed later for some reason.

At the same time, there is a statue of Tao Yuanming enshrined in the room, and on the left wall is the "Biography of Mr. Wuliu" written by Guan Xi in cursive.

It is ironic to say that what Tao Qian is most praised by later generations is not his spirit of not bending his waist for five buckets of rice, but this place is called "bending".

What's more interesting is that the "Famous Sage Hall" is just opposite the "Zhou Yao". In the hall, all the portraits and rankings of famous ministers, sages, and everyone since the establishment of Yuelu Academy are enshrined.

Xie Huanxiu stood in the middle of the road, looked at both sides, and finally walked resolutely to the "Hall of Fame and Virtue".

After entering the hall, he plopped and sat on the futon in front of the enshrined spirit tablet, looking up at the rows of ranks, thoughtful.

Many years ago, Ji Yuan also asked him the same question. At that time, he was only four or five years old, and he was not as tall as the altar in front of him.

"In the future, I will also be a high-ranking official when I grow up."

Ji Yuan became interested in the childish speech of a little man who was not as tall as a table leg in front of him, hugged him on his lap, and asked half-seriously: "Oh? Then what will our heavenly officials do in the future? official?"

"What a big, big official," he said while stretching his joint-like arms as much as possible and gesticulating, with a serious and funny tone, "I have to let high officials who can listen to me, I won't let them be violent." If they bully others, they dare not bully such an official."

"But Tianguan, what if someone blocks you from being a high-ranking official? They also want to be high-ranking officials, and they are better than you, what should you do?"

Xie Huanxiu couldn't remember how he answered Ji Yuan at that time, but he remembered that Ji Yuan seemed to pat his head and said, "Heavenly officials will not only be high officials in the future, but also good officials."

But, what is a good official?

Just talking about Qu Yuan mentioned by Ziqian, does Wu Zixu count?

A good official is one who sacrificed his life for the country, has a reputation through the ages, and is praised by future generations?

"It's better not to be an official."

Xie Huanxiu is so talented, with a youthful spirit, and he is full of enthusiasm to do more and do good things for the people and the country.

He didn't have this awareness yet, and he didn't want to have this awareness.

Who doesn't hope for their own well-being, how can they walk on this road without hesitation knowing that there is a tragedy ahead, Xie Huanxiu thinks he is not stupid.

However, he still wanted to embark on the path of official career, he didn't believe that he was so unlucky, "If it's really not possible, I will be Tao Zhugong, stay in the marquis."

But he didn't have any confidence in his heart. With the experience of these few years, Xie Huanxiu was no longer as naive as before.

He even thought that maybe he was just two points more talented than others in reading.

Everyone has their own path, and Tao Yuanming who was behind said, "I can't bend my waist for five buckets of rice, boxing is a villain in the village", and resigned. Xie Huanxiu felt that he could do the same.

Xie's family has land and money. He doesn't want to be an official. He is just like his father when he returns home. It's not bad to be a wealthy little landlord.

However, he is not going to farm like Xie Jiu. He has books and inkstones, so he can do farm work, and he can even hire someone to do it.

Li Taibai, who said "An Neng's brows and waists are rich and powerful, makes me unhappy." Li Taibai can also follow suit. He can walk around with books and inkstones to see the mountains and rivers of the Great Dynasty. If they are interested, they can go to neighboring countries together. OK.

It's just that Hongxiu Tianxiang reads at night, and he walks around with a black face rubbing ink. It doesn't sound very beautiful, but thinking about it, it's a book inkstone, so I can barely bear it.

Xie Huanxiu had thought about the way forward, but he still had no idea what a good official was or how to be a good official.

After officially enrolling, the head of the mountain will bring his masters and freshmen to the hall of fame and virtue.

The biggest difference between Shanfoot Academy and other academies is that other academies may only mention admirable children, while the "name" of Mingxiantang is not only a good name, but also a "bad name" but they will not be enshrined. There is a side of the bookshelf inside, which are all the evaluations of the descendants, some are ridiculed, some are pertinent, and they are all to warn the younger generations.

The reason why students are brought here is not only to let them understand the history of the academy, but also to make the new students have a judgment on their future and the path they want to take.

When Xie Huanxiu came here for the first time, he had only one thought in his heart, that his portrait must be hung here in the future.

At this moment, Xie Huanxiu looked at the portraits on the wall and thought, "Hey, in another ten or eight years, I don't know if my portrait can be hung on it, but don't take too long, a room full of beard portraits is too much." Inconspicuous."

Xie Huanxiu seemed to be relaxed, but he was having fun while suffering.A few years ago, he made up his mind so passionately that he must hang his portrait in the Hall of Fame and Virtue in his thirties.

Now, I think so too.But he didn't know how to go on the connected road, so he didn't have the confidence to mention it.I can only think about it.

Xie Huanxiu sat in the Hall of Fame and Virtue all afternoon, not only did not get a little solution to his inner confusion, but became more confused.

"Perhaps, you can only understand why Su Qin resigned and left."

But how can we pry Tan Ziqian's mouth open?

In a flash of inspiration, I took it to heart.

Xie Huanxiu smiled slightly, got up and brushed off the folds of his hem, raised his chest and head, and strode away from the Hall of Fame and Virtue.