White Snake Demonstration Walk

Chapter 82

early morning.

Qiao Chen'an was walking on the street with an oiled paper umbrella, and the pedestrians beside him hurried, and the raindrops fell on the bluestone road, splashing thousands of flowers, playing the symphony of spring rain.

The originally dry climate became moist and pleasant because of this spring rain, and the fragrance of the soil filled his breath. Qiao Chenan walked on the stone road with a distant and indifferent expression, leaving a ripple behind him.

Before I knew it, I came to the bank of the West Lake. Looking up, the bridge is like a flying rainbow, the water is like a clear sky, deep in the painting boat, singing and dancing, a small boat floats in the mist and rain, and the punters are wearing coir raincoats, like Walk in the painting.

The apricot blossoms were washed down by raindrops and blown up again by the cold wind, undulating up and down in a haze, no matter how far you looked, thousands of families were all shrouded in darkness, invisible.

His gaze subconsciously stayed on a long bridge on the lake. At a few o'clock, there were so many pedestrians, he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

Although the rain is falling, the class in the college still has to continue. The teacher in the class is teaching a volume of policy theory, but Qiao Chenan is a little absent-minded. With his current memory and comprehension ability, he only needs to read a volume like this once. You can understand it roughly, although understanding is not the same as using it flexibly, but he is not a stupid person. Although the things written by his pen cannot be said to be colorful, they are also well-organized.

What a vision Wang Lizhi has. He has been in the literary world for decades, and most of the evaluations of his works are more good than bad.It is conceivable that in the eyes of ordinary people, each of these articles can be called a masterpiece.

It is no exaggeration to say that if he is dragged to take the Qiuwei exam now, although he will not be the top of the high school, he will never fail.

Soon, a class was over, and the room gradually became noisy. Due to Qiao Chen'an's relatively cold temper, not many people came up to talk to him, and the surrounding area seemed much deserted.

In the distance, a pair of resentful eyes swept over him, wishing to gouge a piece of flesh from under him, Zhang Mingcheng's face was extremely ugly, originally he wanted to take the opportunity of the party to humiliate Qiao Chen'an in front of all the students in Hangzhou , I never thought that I would become the other party's stepping stone and become the laughing stock of everyone.

What made him most angry was that Qiao Chen'an was accepted as a student by Wang Lizhi since that day. In his opinion, this quota should belong to him, but he was snatched away by him, and his heart became more and more resentful.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed a tall figure walking towards Qiao Chen'an, with a look of doubt on his face, and he listened intently.

Qiao Chenan was in a trance, when he suddenly heard someone calling his name, he turned his head to look, only to find that it was Ning Caichen who hadn't seen him for a long time, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Brother Caichen, why are you free to come to my place today?"

Ning Caichen's face was full of sorrow, and he sighed when he heard the words, and grabbed his shoulders regardless of his appearance, and said: "I have something to ask, brother Qiao, please help me with this!"

The tone was full of eagerness, and the expression on his face was almost pleading.

Qiao Chen'an glanced at this man who always looked calm on weekdays. He was somewhat similar to himself, and because of his personality, he didn't have many friends in the academy, but what could make him so eager?
Patted him on the shoulder, said: "If there is anything, Brother Caichen just speak up."

Ning Caichen said with sadness in his voice, "To tell you the truth, Brother Qiao, just yesterday I received a letter from my fellow countryman, saying that Zhuo Jing's condition had suddenly worsened..."

Speaking of this, the eye sockets of this 1.8-meter-tall man gradually turned red, but he only held back his tears so as not to shed tears.

He paused, then continued: "I don't have many friends in this academy, and Jinhua is far away, so I just hope Brother Qiao will accompany me back to my hometown..."

But Qiao Chenan's focus was obviously not on the same line as his, but he was surprised: "Brother Caichen, what did you just say? You are already married?! Is your sister-in-law's surname Nie?"

The fire of inner gossip burns brightly.

Ning Caichen frowned upon hearing the words, but was not angry, and said, "I married a wife three years ago, Zhuojing's surname is Wang, not Nie's."

Qiao Chenan sighed, it seemed that Ning Caichen hadn't met Xiaoqian yet, but thinking of what he said before, his expression became a little more serious, and he said, "That's it, I'll go with Brother Caichen Once, it’s just that this matter still needs to be reported to the teacher.”

Ning Caichen was extremely disturbed. Hearing Qiao Chen'an's answer, a gleam of joy appeared on his face, and he was moved: "It should be so, it should be so, Caichen thanked Brother Qiao for his kindness here!"

He and Qiao Chen'an didn't know each other very well. The first time they met was on the Yaoqin painting boat. When he said what he said just now, he was afraid of being rejected by Qiao Chen'an. When he got a positive answer at this time, a big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, secretly Thinking: Ma'am, wait a little longer, I'll go back...

Qiao Chenan looked at the man in front of him. Although Ning Caichen didn't say anything to thank him, he knew that if he was beheaded by the execution ground in the future, he would be the one who would collect his body for him.

Some words, needless to say, are ten thousand times more important than saying them.

Zhang Mingcheng on the side heard the conversation between the two, and suddenly there was a trace of cruelty in his eyes.

The next step was much simpler. Qiao Chenan approached Wang Lizhi and explained the situation of the Ning family. The latter naturally agreed, and at the end he praised him a few words, saying that this is what a man does, so let him go with peace of mind.

Although Ning Caichen was in a hurry and wanted to go home urgently, but the itinerary, luggage, etc. were not arranged for a while, and Qiao Chen'an arranged to start again the next day.

However, during the time at the academy, Qiao Chen'an heard another piece of news. Many students in the academy were discussing the Water and Land Ceremony that will be held in Jingci Temple next to the West Lake in half a month.

It is said that this is a grand event in Hangzhou City. It is held every three years. This year coincides with the year of the event. No.40 has been held nine times. At that time, not only ordinary people, but also dignitaries from all sides, and eminent monks from other temples will come Come on, it's extremely lively.

But Qiao Chenan didn't care about that. What he wanted to know was whether Fa Hai would be there...

Soon came the second day. At noon, Qiao Chen'an and Ning Caichen were ready to set off. It was still raining lightly outside. They each held an oil-paper umbrella and carried light blue bamboo sticks on their backs, and started heading towards Jinhua County!
It's just that the weather is not beautiful, when they were traveling, it rained harder and harder, the road was muddy and difficult to walk, and when it was getting dark, the two of them only had to leave Hangzhou City for more than ten miles.

The two walked forward through the wind and rain, and the new wind paved the road. Even though they were holding an umbrella, they were still soaked through. Qiao Chenan suddenly felt that the road in the world was difficult, and couldn't help singing loudly:

"The road of life, the dream is like a long road
The wind and frost on the road, the wind and frost on the face dry
In the world of mortals, how many directions do dreams have

Looking for the love in the heart of the infatuated and dreamy, the road is boundless with others
Life is, dreams and aspirations

Faintly in the dream, faintly tears

Where to go, to find the direction in my heart
The wind seems to be sighing softly in a dream, and the road is boundless with people..."

(End of this chapter)