pass by pass by don't miss

Wen Ruo is a scholar. He has a disease, which is probably what people call ADHD 1000 years later.This year is his fifth year in Beijing to rush for the exam. The previous four years wasted his youth?No, it's just that the road to the exam is too long, and ADHD is always teasing this and that, so that every time I take the exam, I have forgotten all the knowledge...

This year's frail scholar set off again with his book basket on his back.

He walked with all his attention: Ah!This butterfly is so beautiful!

Bah bah, "Those who steal the hook will be punished, those who steal the country will be princes, and benevolence and righteousness exist in the gate of the princes..." ("Zhuangzi")

He ate the cake with concentration: the world is getting worse, what are these two male cats doing!

Cough cough, "That's why the speaker cares about it, and forgets to say it when he is proud..." ("Zhuangzi")

He...he is really tired!Wen Ruo is very wronged, but Wen Ruo must work hard. He is already 21 years old. In order to become an official, he became a local teacher. He can barely support himself with one or two copper coins a day. Thinking of this, Wen Ruo, who was sitting on the ground, stroked the wrinkled corner of his clothes lightly, "Why am I so poor..."

Wen Ruo sat on the ground feeling sad for Chun Huai Qiu for a while, and then set off again. At dusk, he saw a small town in front of him, with two red lanterns hanging at the head of the town, making the empty town entrance look eerie, and Wen Ruo raised his head. At the beginning, he saw the words "Longfeifengwu" engraved on the pillar in front of the town, and he squinted his eyes and murmured: "Domineering and firm."

"Good! What a domineering name!" Wen Ruo bowed his head in praise, thinking that he was absolutely right for not taking the same path.Wen Ruo, with a trace of weak quack spirit, strode in with his chest raised and his head raised.

Not to mention, this town is very lively, and it is completely different from the gate of the town. There are red wine, greens, snacks in the inn, everything is available, and the frail hala who is greedy and only eats a piece of cake at noon will flow out .

A clerk at an inn saw Wen Ruo who was looking around with a big book basket on his back, and yelled with a smile: "Brother, do you want to eat? Today the martial arts leader came to play and packed our drinks. You can drink whatever you want for free!"

Wen Ruo felt that he was blessed by the Koi God this year, so he happily followed the staff into the inn.He familiarly sat down at the table of several big muscular brothers, and forcibly intervened in the topic they were discussing: "Ah! The leader of the martial arts, I have seen him, he looks so handsome."

"It's a pity that it's a broken sleeve!"

Muscle A: "How do you know?"

"There are so many love letters he wrote to me in my book basket!"

"Don't believe me, if I didn't have a lot of books in my book, I would definitely find them out and give you a look.

"Why don't you die if you have success, wishing to be a mandarin duck and not envious of immortals"..."

Muscle B: "Stop, stop, so sour, why didn't you agree to the mud?"

"What do you know! My heart is attached to the country, the country, the country, and the country, and I still need to read the fame..."

Several muscular brothers started to discuss with him about the country's policies...

Wen Ruo let out a long breath: I finally got in, and I can eat their peanuts openly.

He picked up a peanut and chewed it twice, took another sip of the good-quality sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and was so happy that he wanted to ascend to immortality immediately. Unexpectedly, with a simple glance, there was a handsome man dressed in black and gold high-quality fabrics on the second floor, with downcast eyes. He looked at himself with murderous intent.He silently compared his delicate and weak body with the man's strong body wrapped in clothes, and decided not to ask why, pretending that he was just a flower of the motherland without emotion.

The author has something to say: I, my writing is not good, so let’s treat it as a sand sculpture joke_(:3」∠?)_