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Chapter 79

The brilliance of this play is not only the twists and turns of the plot, but also the keen observation and sharp anatomy that deeply touch the texture of real life. With his amazing memory and unique interpretation of modern art, Lin Xiaofeng is like a tireless craftsman who carefully crafted this long-standing opera script with extremely patient and delicate techniques, making it glow brand new in the soil of the new era. of vitality and vitality.

What is particularly commendable is that the promotional poster released for this play can be called a magical touch that adds color to the entire play, and a vivid picture of social customs appears on the page. Standing proudly in the center of the poster is the young but ambitious Fan Jin character. His face is sharp and angular, revealing the passion of youth and the tenacity of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers; and surrounding him are those who The beauties with various manners and styles, each holding a gift like a bright gem in their hands, the picture is cleverly composed, as if depicting a grand night banquet of a wealthy family that is about to kick off, attracting the viewer's imagination and unable to stop. This visual and spiritual feast is the best example of Lin Xiaofeng and his team’s commitment to breaking down the barriers between tradition and modernity, allowing the ancient art of opera to blend and coexist with current social trends of thought.

On the edge of the page yellowed by time, lines of text are like iron paintings and silver hooks poured with the painstaking efforts of craftsmen, tearing apart the silent atmosphere like dead water, and instantly rippling the hearts of the viewers. These words are like imprints, not only containing rich dramatic conflict and emotional impact, but also condensing the bitterness, sourness and sweetness of life in "the counterattack of the abandoned son-in-law, the grievances between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and the contest at the pinnacle of glory". This exquisite layout is nothing more than to tease the visual nerves of the world, to stir up their inner feelings of love, hate, and contradictions about fireworks and red dust, and then to look forward to the upcoming life drama to unveil its gorgeous and tangled emotions. An exciting prologue.

Those were the ignorant years when the literary and art censorship system had not yet awakened. A poster was like a newborn calf, carelessly breaking into the bustling, noisy and impetuous city alleys, and just stuck to the mottled wall quietly, silent but sharp. Bilu. It is like a bronze mirror that has been eroded by wind and rain and has witnessed countless joys and sorrows. It not only reflects the changes in the world, but also reflects the complexity and change of the human world. Imagine that if Mr. Wu Jingzi, the original author, could transcend time and space and perceive this tampering under the Nine Springs, his heroic soul would probably be disturbed by anger and want to break free from the shackles of the loess. He would jump out of the dark underworld and face this man named Lin Xiaofeng. Later challenger. He would poke Lin Xiaofeng's chest with his fingers that had turned into nothingness, but were still strong enough to penetrate the back of the paper, and asked - Why do you dare to make such a deviant and subversive adaptation of this classic that has been passed down for thousands of years?

Although not everyone in the world is well-read in poetry and proficient in etiquette, the power of word-of-mouth among the people is superior to any form of official communication. As if a sudden hurricane swept through the broken clouds, the news that the new play was about to be staged spread like wildfire to every remote corner of Jingjiang Kingdom in a rapid and majestic manner, whether it was a bustling city or a remote village. , no one knows, no one knows. This bold and ahead-of-the-era propaganda method is unique and leading in the history of Jingjiang Kingdom that stretches for thousands of years.

Although Lin Xiaofeng's action seemed ordinary on the surface, it actually contained a mystery, like the undercurrent surging under the still water of a deep pool. With his meticulous ingenuity, he carefully weaves this social drama surrounding the new drama, which is aimed directly at the scholarly class who advocate elegance in daily life, but often wear a veil of hypocrisy in their bones. In the grand blueprint he built in his mind, once this subversive and controversial new drama became famous in one fell swoop, attracting those scholars who usually prided themselves on being noble and knowledgeable, rushing to follow Li Yihao's footsteps, Lin Xiaofeng would use this This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for all sentient beings in the world to personally serve as judges to see if these intellectuals, who are full of benevolence and morality and have high self-esteem, can still stick to what they say when faced with this stage play that is full of sharp satire and hits reality. Flaunting dignity and face? Or, under the spotlight, will the disguise they have carefully maintained for a long time become as fragile as a bubble and unable to withstand the impact of the truth, and will eventually have to reveal the truest self and human nature deep in their hearts?

In that lower-class society filled with strong human smoke and fire, people's reverence for scholars is almost as much as for the sacred and inviolable gods above the temple, especially those intellectual elites who hold laurel crowns on their heads, as if they are towering in the clouds and cannot be treated lightly. The holy statue attracts people to look up and feel pious. But in this stormy wave of life-changing changes, a new force that has been growing secretly is quietly accumulating strength, trying to use the ups and downs and exciting story line to attack the solid defense line deep in the souls of the people. Awaken their long-suppressed sense of self-protection, so that they no longer accept the willful fiddles of fate, but instead dare to raise their voices of inquiry and actively engage in deep ideological awakening.

Lin Xiaofeng, a man who has experienced ups and downs and has an insight into the harshness of the world, deeply understands that Li Yihao's grand vision of subverting the world and reshaping order in a short period of time is as difficult as moving mountains and reclaiming seas, and he faces countless difficulties and challenges. . Therefore, in the face of all kinds of shocking ideas and actions thrown by Li Yihao, Lin Xiaofeng always maintained a kind of prudence and doubt as if walking on thin ice. Sure enough, just as he expected, when the poster revealing the truth was posted, it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread in circles in an instant, breaking the original tranquility. In the streets and alleys, ordinary people expressed their opinions by word of mouth; and within the scholar group, there was an uproar. Some people's faces were red and furious, denouncing this as a blatant provocation to traditional authority; others were curious. Driven by this, I couldn't restrain my inner curiosity and impulse, and I couldn't wait to go to the scene in person to explore the truth of the matter.

In this whirlpool of conceptual conflict and blending, the contradictions and struggles of human nature are vividly displayed, just like the lifelike characters in a painter's pen. Every character's eyes and every breath contain the heaviness and real texture of life. , making the originally dull life scenes suddenly come alive, like a vivid picture of social customs slowly unfolding.

In the hustle and bustle of the busy streets, like a pearl in the gravel, a scholar named Wu stands tall and independent. His existence is like a lone pine in the wilderness, standing out from the crowd. In this prosperous world, his face burned with an uncontrollable passion, like a blazing fire in his chest that could not be extinguished. His cheeks were twisted due to clenched teeth, and the indignation between his brows was clearly visible, like a thunderbolt rising into the sky. , vowing to use the sharpest pen to ruthlessly and profoundly criticize such acts of trampling on the gentleness before us.

Beside him, his close friend who had a deep friendship like a brother, took on a completely different attitude. As his eyes moved, cunning and curiosity intertwined, shining brightly. There was no hint of anger, but instead he was full of interest, as if watching a wonderful show. He calmly persuaded the scholar surnamed Wu, trying to get him to let go of his inner resistance and step into this controversial and hotly debated banquet together to explore the hidden secrets.

This scene is like a vivid secular picture, and the opposing stances of this pair of students, who are also well-read in poetry and books, and have gone through hard work, instantly become the butt of jokes among ordinary people in the city. The two of them became more and more prominent among the crowd, like dramatic characters under the spotlight of a stage, becoming the focus of everyone's attention. In the end, amidst bursts of sneers, sarcasm and pointing, the two looked extremely embarrassed. They had no choice but to stagger out of this unforgettable place amid the strange looks from around them. The public theater of forgetfulness.

At this moment, the poster with great visual impact was like boiling hot oil, instantly igniting a raging fire, which quickly spread to the corners of everyone's hearts and minds, igniting their expectations. Whether they are scholars who have read poetry and books, or they are ordinary people who cannot read a few Chinese characters and live a simple life, they all stretch their necks with hunger and thirst, looking up at the grand drama that is about to begin, with a lot of hope in their hearts. A heart that is eager to be involved in it and personally experience the touching action of the plot is eager to use the moment of overlapping light and shadow on the stage to clear away the heavy fog and deeply explore the true face hidden in the deepest part of the script.

And at the edge of this bustling crowd, there is a young man named Lin Xiaofeng. His heart is like a hard rock standing in the wind and waves, holding on to an extremely firm belief. He firmly believes that the work "Fan Jin Deng Ke" will ruthlessly tear apart the veil of hypocrisy carefully constructed by some scholars with its sharp brush strokes, and penetrate directly into the gorgeous and unreal disguise in their daily behaviors. He hopes that this drama can set off a heated debate that will affect the whole society, subvert the long-standing solid concepts, and prompt everyone to re-examine the intellectuals with a brand-new perspective, so that the power of knowledge can fade away from complexity. The decoration returns to its original appearance and guides the world to pursue a path of justice in the true sense.

The performance of this play undoubtedly heralds the critical point of a new era. It may open up a deep awakening of people to the power of knowledge and lead mankind towards a more real and just new era. As night fell, under the starry sky, the mottled ink on the poster intertwined with the different eyes of the crowd, forming a picture depicting various aspects of the world, reflecting the ardent expectations in Lin Xiaofeng's heart, and also indicating the drama. The profound transformative power behind it.

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At the turn of Shenyou, the dusk was sinking, and the North Corridor Square was gradually submerged in the thick and sticky night, like a huge black velvet curtain soaked in the boundless night pool. Only the stars and lights flickered tenaciously, like broken pieces dotted on it. Drilling, trying to break the shackles of darkness. The bonfire was extremely blazing, like a bright star that fell from nine days away and fell into the mortal world. It burned into a sea of ​​blazing flames and instantly painted the huge square into a magnificent picture of red clouds filling the sky.

At this moment, the square is crowded with people and vast, as if countless surging rivers converge into one place. The most vivid and variegated life forms in the world flow through it. They quietly stretch out at this moment and slowly reveal their respective identities. story chapter.

The vendors showed their talents and devoted all their efforts to this struggle of life. Big beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads. Their figures were busy and persistent, just like the hard-working farmers in the fields, cultivating the soil of life and using their incomparable tenacity. The spirit roars and sells hard. The cries that cut through the hustle and bustle of the crowd seemed to have the power to penetrate gold and crack stones, reaching the most sensitive and tender corner of every wanderer's soul, shocking people's hearts.

In the center of this bustling market stage, they fought for a place in an almost tragic way. Every cry was like a challenge and declaration of life, looking forward to leaving their own bright mark on this vast picture of life. Color, even a trivial one, can prove that they have fought passionately on the stage of life.

The North Corridor Square at this moment is no longer the meaning that an ordinary bonfire party can encompass. It is rooted in the depths of the souls of the people, sublimating from a superficial form of gathering to something unique that contains profound emotions and traces of time. ceremony. When the blazing bonfire burned, it not only lit up the world with its blazing flames, but also spread circles of emotional ripples in the hearts of each participant. These invisible ripples flowed silently through everyone around them. A family penetrates into their lives, like a magnet attracting men, women and children from all over the neighborhood.

Whenever the red sun sets in the west, the lights of thousands of houses are quietly extinguished, and the hustle and bustle of daily life recedes like a tide, leaving behind endless hard work in the fields and quiet sleep at night. In that era, entertainment options were scarce, so the North Corridor Square naturally played the role of the axis of the villagers' nightlife. It stood majestically in the dark night, like a lighthouse guiding lost ships back to their destinations, serving as a platform for those who were suffering from sleepiness but still wanted to return home. It provides a spiritual haven for people who yearn for warmth to rest and heal their souls.

Above the square, a vivid and lively market scene is slowly unfolding. Various food stalls are like stars, densely scattered among them, orderly and compact, like fish scales clinging together, reflecting the various conditions of the world. The shouts and shouts of the vendors gathered together into a torrent, carrying the strong aroma of food in the air - a temptation that can penetrate the stomach wall, summoning diners from all over to come in an endless stream. This noisy energy has the potential to turn the night into a golden soup, boiling the entire corner of the world under the starry sky. Laughter, conversation, and cries mingle and intertwine, forming a massive resonance field in which the smoke and smoke are thick. It is so thick that it almost condenses into shape, making people immersed in the heat and turmoil of this life, and taste the most authentic joy and hardship in the world.

In the core area of ​​the square, a free opera show with local characteristics is being performed in full swing. Its melody is like the ups and downs of mountain streams and the ancient legends under the old locust trees. It is deeply imprinted on everyone who listens. Deep in the soul. Whether it is the old people whose faces have been scratched by years, or the ignorant children who have just entered the world, or even the women who are busy in the world of fireworks all day long, they all seem to have found a moment of tranquility and intoxication to escape from the world at this moment. In the influence of this unique and brilliant art originating from the people at the bottom. This North Corridor Square is filled with the enthusiasm of life and the bustling market. Who can resist the temptation of this deep attraction?
Tonight, the North Corridor Square is like a big iron wok being roasted by hot grease. The heat accumulated in it comes from the play called "Fan Jin Zhongju". It is like molten iron in a furnace, fermented and fermented by long days. People's long-awaited anticipation has become a bright pearl that attracts the attention of thousands of people. At this moment, just like a dancer wrapped in a gorgeous brocade robe, in the moment of complete silence, he landed lightly and elegantly in the center of the stage. The figure of the host slowly stepped out in the interweaving of light and shadow, that solemn and mysterious figure. The pace aroused endless awe and anticipation in the audience. They restrained their words and breathing, leaving only the flickering expectation in their eyes, waiting for the moment when the curtain of this dramatic ceremony was unveiled. In this situation, the noise in the crowd is like a tidal wave, getting more and more intense, so that even the viewers in the back row can only try to capture the stage between the densely packed heads and the layers of sound waves. Every subtle flow of emotion. Therefore, whenever a note of dissatisfaction or complaint jumps out of the water, it is like throwing a burning fuse into a gunpowder magazine. It quickly detonates and sweeps across the entire square, setting off waves of eardrum-shaking buzzing waves that make any weak The transmission of information was completely lost in this sea of ​​boiling voices.

The face of the host was like a mask carefully crafted by a craftsman, delicate and deeply false, and covered with a familiar and artificial smile. This smile was like a jar of aged wine that had been stored in the cellar for many years. It was so strong that it was intoxicating, even after thousands of years. A similar social feast failed to dampen his battle-hardened enthusiasm and calmness. His voice was loud and clear, like a sharp sword, instantly cutting a gash in the air and declaring bluntly: "What a beautiful event! The new drama "Fan Jin Passed the Examination" that you have all been waiting for will finally be released today. Under the blazing eyes of thousands of spectators, it will unveil its gorgeous and solemn prelude!" After saying this, he was as agile as a cat and disappeared behind the scenes in an instant, like a cheetah sneaking in the dark night, his figure in the blink of an eye. Then he disappeared without a trace, leaving only that moment of coldness and determination. The secret behind this host is like a long-dusted book, one page of which records his little-known ascetic journey. Rumor has it that he has been immersed in the spiritual liquid made from various rare herbs for many years to temper his mind and strengthen his body. As the days passed, his originally ordinary body gradually became a strong one. The steel shell seems to contain majestic energy with every step it takes. What is even more astonishing is that, with countless trials and years of experience, he has refined a unique language art. Although his words are concise, each word is precise, like an arrow from a string, penetrating directly into the core of things, leaving a lasting impression on people. Leave an indelible impression.

At this moment, as the curtain slowly opened, a picture of urban life was unfolded on the stage, with a strong smell of fireworks. Butcher Hu was carrying a heavy jar of pig offal on his shoulders, stepping on the mottled bluestone road full of historical traces, Step by step, he stepped into Fan Jin's house, which seemed a bit shabby. The moment his eyes locked on Fan Jin, the long-suppressed anger deep in his heart erupted violently like a sleeping volcano, pouring out without reservation: "Oh, I think it was me who committed sins in my previous life and was punished in this life, so that I was the only one who could do it." My daughter is betrothed to such a living waste, it is really the bad luck accumulated by our ancestors for eight generations!"

The night falls, as if a huge black velvet cloth covers the entire sky, and the lights on the stage light up at this moment, like the dawn breaking out of its shell in the dark world, its light is not dazzling, but spreads quietly It reaches every corner of the stage, dyeing every prop and every inch of the floor. In this soft and tough light, the actors took the stage one by one, like a school of fish in the river of time, swimming out in an orderly manner and with their own thoughts. Each of their eyes condensed into a sharp carving knife, carving out various forms of the world in the air. Those complicated characters instantly came alive on the stage, splashing out a strong picture of life with their own colors.

The auditorium under the stage has become a microcosm of a miniature society, densely packed with folks and elders from all over the world. Their faces are like unpredictable Ukiyo-e paintings, capturing the joys, sorrows, joys, ups and downs of the world in an instant. There is deep expectation hidden behind the flowing eyes, mixed with a trace of suspicion that is not easy to detect, like a layer of light. A gauze-like morning mist hangs over the state of mind, making it difficult to fathom its depth.

Originally, everyone was looking forward to a dramatic feast with ups and downs, but as the plot slowly and steadily unfolded, the audience gradually realized that this drama was not the expected stormy waves, but flowing as smoothly as a stream. But it also has hidden power. Especially the old actor who plays Fan Jin in the play, the image he creates is lifelike and goes straight into people's hearts. A face that has experienced the vicissitudes of time, with both old and slightly distorted features, makes people sigh in shock at first sight: How could such a character who had gone through many hardships in life stand out in the turmoil of the imperial examination and become a prominent figure on the gold list?
Although there were many mysteries and puzzles in their hearts, no one left the meeting angrily. On the one hand, this is because although the plot in the play does not have gorgeous and fierce conflicts, it has become a rare treasure in folk dramas due to its delicate and thought-provoking characteristics; on the other hand, it is due to the easy-going nature in their bones. A philosophy of life, a mentality that can deal with it calmly no matter what situation it faces. "Now that we are here, we might as well wait and see what happens." They muttered silently in their hearts, leaning steadily on their long wooden benches, letting the wheels of time turn slowly, patiently waiting for the turning point of the story and the deeper excavation. Let’s experience this ordinary yet extraordinary theater of life together.

As the plot progresses, it is like thick ink slowly smearing on rice paper. Those eyes that were originally frozen between the light and shadow of the stage are like buds awakened by the spring rain. They gradually put out their sharp tentacles and began to gain insight into and explore this world. The profound meaning hidden behind the play. It turns out that this apparently unremarkable drama is actually a complex picture depicting daily life with meticulous brushwork. Among them, the character Fan Jin, who has been mercilessly carved by time, with a haggard face and a downcast figure, is a true portrayal of the common destiny of many ordinary people. Their figures have disappeared silently in the long river of history, but they are so vividly alive in the world. On the stage.

Among the crowd, there was an audience member who frowned quietly, his thoughts seemed to be pulled by invisible hands, and he was immersed in deep meditation: Even though this Juren who has entered his twilight years has gone through many hardships and finally won the gold list, he is glorious. However, in his short life journey, how much real happiness can he enjoy in that prosperous world? This question is like a stone thrown into the inner lake as calm as a mirror, causing ripples to ripple from the center to the edges. It not only arouses everyone here's empathetic experience of the various conditions in the world, but also touches their understanding of the world on a deeper level. A profound philosophical reflection on the impermanence of fate and the drama of life.

In this unique and rich theater atmosphere, every independent soul seems to have found the reflection of his own life in the darkness. Through Fan Jin's ups and downs of life, they have experienced the rugged journey of life deep in their hearts. And the perseverance contained in it. In the theater and outside the theater, everyone finds the true meaning of their own existence and destiny in this spiritual baptism. At this moment, the poet's narrative power makes every ordinary moment extremely heavy and profound. Meaningful.

The dense crowd of people in the audience seemed to have condensed into a stone of silent and deep thinking in an instant. The quiet atmosphere was like the title page of a heavy classic, pressing heavily on every face immersed in the charm of the words, giving it a They have a unique awkwardness and subtlety. These faces are extraordinary. They are a group of bookworms who are willing to immerse themselves in the world full of ink and chew words as their daily food. At this moment, the embarrassing expressions on their faces, the true and delicate details, are more vivid and vivid than any descriptions piled up with gorgeous words, and directly touch the hearts of the people.

Although the embarrassment in their hearts was like spring grass growing wildly, twisting their hearts, this group of people did not move an inch, as if they were tightly attracted to the bottom of the stage by an invisible force, allowing the ripples of emotions to ripple in the air. Their eyes are like the lights in the dense forest at night. Although they are small, they are tenacious and unquenchable. They shine with the light of expectation and tenacity. They are eagerly looking forward to the arrival of that moment - the climax moment of "winning the exam", like a piercing The thunderbolt in the sky is enough to ignite the longing and desire deep in their hearts and illuminate the road ahead.

Time passes quietly, like a warm mountain stream, flowing quietly in the gaps of time. Finally, the curtain slowly rose, and what was presented to everyone was the profound drama - "Fan Jin Passed the Examination". This play is like a long scroll that unfolds slowly. Every stroke and every line of description tightly grasps the emotional pulse of the audience. As the plot of the play goes up and down, the audience's mood also rolls with it, like the vast ocean. It is so deep and vast, carrying endless joys and sorrows and all kinds of life.

As night falls, the atmosphere of the theater is like an undercurrent surging under a silent lake, gradually accumulating an indescribable tension. As time goes by, the soul of this scene begins to reveal its majesty. In the center of the rapidly changing stage, the actor playing the role of "Fan Jin" is like the stars suddenly exploding in the chaotic night sky. With a shocking gesture, he suddenly burst out with a heart-rending cry: "Oh - okay! I'm hit!" This voice was like a sharp sword that had been hidden in the sheath for a long time, breaking free in an instant and passing through the chaos. The complex symphony of gongs, drums, pianos and harps reached beyond the sky. The power and emotional depth it contained seemed to condense the long-standing bitterness and longing in his heart into a fiery and indestructible spiritual sword. Stabbing into the vast starry sky with an extremely fierce momentum.

Immediately afterwards, the moment of ecstasy was like a blazing flame that instantly ignited the wasteland. Under the impact of the torrent of extremely excited emotions, the actor's figure lost his usual stability and control, and his whole body fell violently on the stage like a leaf falling in the wind. superior. His body instantly disappeared into the dazzling illusion of light and shadow on the stage, leaving only a series of stunned and regretful eyes, like a meteor shower passing by on a summer night, each with a different temperature and speed, all focused on The position where he slumped down solidified into a tragic picture that was imprinted deep in the audience's memory and could not dissipate for a long time.

The crowd of scholars in the audience had different faces, like a long scroll of complicated and changeable customs. The fleeting micro-expressions danced on their cheeks, just like an unexpected gust of wind gently passing over the lake, teasing a tranquil atmosphere. The spring water stirs up layers of ripples, and the ripples spread out, revealing the thousands of twists and turns in their hearts like a developer. In this almost frozen but undercurrent of silence, the character "Fan Jin" is like a tragic hero trapped in the script, struggling to break out of the pre-designed "mud". His whole body was stained with heavy traces of mud, his shabby clothes clung to his skin, his messy hair was mixed with dirt and grime on his face. Despite being so embarrassed, he still held tightly the palm in his hand that held endless glory and vision for the future. He murmured to himself about the merit list, and was immersed in the illusion he created - a dreamland where he had already been awarded a gold medal and achieved great success. He was so intoxicated that he almost forgot about the world around him.

In the eyes of the simple and unpretentious people around, this scene is undoubtedly an ironic farce of life. It is like a ridiculous and funny real-life shadow puppet show, attracting the audience to burst into laughter. That laughter Like a huge wave at high tide, it swept across the entire scene in an instant, seeming to completely submerge the awkward and desolate atmosphere on the stage. However, behind this loud wave of laughter, there was mixed a burst of secret and harsh sneers from the group of scholars, whose faces were crisscrossed with complex and indistinguishable shame and powerlessness. In their view, Fan Jin's behavior at this moment was not only disrespectful and out of control on an individual level, but also an affront to the collective dignity of all the scholars who studied hard and strived for fame. His behavior not only lacks proper elegance, but also seems stupid and unclear. His living situation is extremely embarrassing. Facing the ruthless lash of life, he can only accept it. His whole person is like a layer of gloomy and lingering sourness. The air is tightly wrapped.

Fan Jin's every stumble and every embarrassment were seen by the scholars around him, and they felt pain in their hearts. While they were laughing at him, they also felt the resonance in their hearts. The gesture of his fingers, roughened by time, as if he were holding his title tightly, seemed to be a fable, indicating the common fate of scholars on the bumpy and tortuous road to the imperial examination. Although his image is desolate, it reflects the persistence and bitterness of countless students in the process of pursuing their ideals, as well as the mirror image of their personality that gradually deforms under social pressure. Hidden in those laughter was not only the ridicule of his personal experience, but also the fear and pity that he might also fall into a similar situation. The subtle emotions in it are just like a stroke of color on the stage, painting the originally ordinary scene with a strong poet-like brushstrokes, giving it a more profound connotation and discussion of human nature.

And among this group of scholars who are immersed in bookishness, there is also a group of scholars who have experienced hardships and experienced ups and downs. The traces of years of hard work are deposited in the depths of their eyes. Whenever they witness such a mixed situation of joy and sorrow, an indescribable gloomy sadness will emerge. That look is like the last ray of sunshine penetrating the clouds at dusk. Cast on the corners of their wet eyes, hot tears slipped silently, instantly evaporating into the long-dusted past.

They knew for themselves that in those years they had stumbled on the road to the imperial examination, stumbled several times, and suffered repeated setbacks. Now Fan Jin's almost crazy performance was like a mirror as sharp as a knife, mercilessly reflecting the things they tried hard to hide in their hearts. The pain and helplessness. They silently speculated that if one day the gods were kind and they could jump to the dragon gate, the ecstasy they felt when they were named on the gold medal list would probably lead to all kinds of irrational behaviors, even compared to the muddy, muddy person in front of them. Fan Jin, who is almost crazy, may not be able to behave more calmly and freely.

Everyone around him was a spectator of this absurd show. Faced with Fan Jin's almost ugly appearance on the stage, everyone's face was flushed with embarrassment, and sweat was dripping on their foreheads. They all felt ashamed. The emotions surging in their chests were complex and subtle, including deep sympathy for Fan Jin's difficult situation, confusion and uneasiness about their own uncertain future, and deep feelings about the changes in the world. At this moment, they seemed to have glimpsed a miniature picture of an era in Fan Jin's twisted figure. It was a picture that vividly and delicately outlined the violent collision between the scholar's dream and the cruel reality, and the entanglement of hope and despair. Long epic.

The thoughts of the common people were sinking like an abyss. At that moment, the hustle and bustle of the streets seemed to be swallowed up, turning into an inner monologue of loneliness. Characters such as Butcher Hu are like a cast iron carving knife walking around the world. In his unique way, he carves thousands of forms of life into lifelike shapes, ready to be revealed. The flattering and fawning of the people around him reflected in his figure is like a moth lurking in the corner of every heart, silently eroding people's conscience and dignity, causing some indescribable uneasiness and uneasiness to rise in the hearts of some of the audience. conflict. They secretly speculated that if every scholar who joins the ranks of scholars is reduced to such a level of clinging to others and pursuing fame, then this kind of behavior that loves power and despises personality will not only fail to benefit the progress of society, but will destroy their own personal dignity. Wu Cun further exposes the deep humility and sadness of human nature. This tangled and suppressed emotion filled the whole place like a gurgling stream, until the sudden slap from Butcher Hu was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, exploding in Fan Jin's ears unexpectedly, and instantly shocked everyone present. An inner world that has been numb for a long time.

This crisp and harsh slap was like a strong dose of awakening medicine, instantly boiling the accumulated emotions in the hearts of the people to the climax. They all cast deep and connotative eyes, looking at the scholars wearing elegant robes and full of knowledge one by one. Their eyes seemed to be condensed with countless words and judgments. Deep in their hearts, they couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh: "It turns out that these people who are respectfully called 'Masters of Juren', once their gorgeous disguise is peeled off, in their bones and blood, they are just people struggling to survive in the rolling world of mortals." Just ordinary people!" This scene gave everyone present a more thorough understanding of the essence behind the label "juren", and also made people have a new look and think about the various survival rules living in this complicated world. .

In the bustling sea of ​​people, Lin Xiaofeng and Li Dexian, old friends who have gone through many vicissitudes of life, are like two ancient poplar trees that survive tenaciously in the world. They shuttle through the whirlpool of the crowd skillfully and nimbly, like two experienced and resourceful people. The fox, with tacit understanding, found a hidden gap in the crowd, snuggled tightly, and quietly blended into the depths of the endless crowd.

(End of this chapter)