Chapter 18 Chapter Fifteen

Luo Zhongxia had just experienced a big battle, and when he was slapped on the shoulder so abruptly, he was startled and jumped towards the toilet door like a rabbit that had been electrocuted.The person who came didn't expect him to react so strongly, and was scared back three steps. After he was sure that he hadn't mistaken the person, he wondered, "What's wrong with you?" Luo Zhongxia heard the voice sound familiar, he settled down, looked back, and let out a sigh of relief.The person who came was an old man, tall and thin, with a pair of thick reading glasses with tortoiseshell legs.

"Mr. Ju?" "Hehe, that's right." Ju Shigeng nodded first, then shook his head, probably because he felt that the child was too edgy and unsteady.Luo Zhongxia was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say, so he could only find something to say, "You are old, and you also came to see Zheng He?" Ju Shigeng tilted his head to look in the direction of the ward, his silver eyebrows were frowned, and his tone was full of regret, "Yes, it's really unpredictable that such a thing will happen." "Alas, no one would have thought of it, heaven is jealous of talents." Luo Zhongxia echoed.

Ju Shigeng glanced at him, and said in a deep voice, "That's a funeral eulogy, don't use it indiscriminately." Luo Zhongxia quickly shut up. He originally wanted to speak more elegantly, but instead showed timidity.Ju Shigeng suddenly thought of something, and asked again: "I heard that you were the first to find out what happened to him?" "Ah, sort of..." Luo Zhongxia briefly described the process—of course, omitting everything about Bizuka.After hearing this, Ju Shigeng patted him on the shoulder and praised him: "I see that you and Zheng He have always been at odds, but in times of crisis you can forget old grudges, which is very gentlemanly."

"Human life is at stake." Luo Zhongxia was very proud when he heard the praise, but he was afraid that the old man would show his weakness by asking too many questions, so he quickly changed the subject, "Why do you come here so late?" Ju Shigeng pointed to his ear, "I'm old, so quiet, just now there were too many people, so I came a little late." When Luo Zhongxia heard this, his heart was still pounding in his chest, and he was frightened for a while.Fortunately, Ju Shigeng came only now, otherwise if he saw the scene just now, it would be even more troublesome.

The two chatted and walked away, and they arrived at the door of Zheng He's ward without knowing it.Seeing someone coming, the nurse outside the door stood up and said that the doctor is doing routine nursing in the room now, so he has to wait a while.The two had no choice but to stand outside the door and wait. Ju Shigeng leaned his crutches aside, took off his glasses, wiped them, and asked casually, "How are you reading Taibai's poems?" Luo Zhongxia didn't expect that the old man hadn't forgotten about it, so he complained secretly, and replied vaguely: "I read some, I read some." Ju Shigeng held out a finger very seriously, "I actually read it last time." I want to remind you. I saw that you started reading from the deadly poems, but this is not appropriate. You are still young, and such pathetic things have a sad state, so it is inevitable that you will fall into the rut of expressing sorrow for new words; It is the best reading method to choose more exciting, fresh and pleasant ones, which can be in harmony with the temperament of young people, so as to get better and better, and then find other works."

Luo Zhongxia thought to himself that he would be despised by him if he just kept grumbling. Just now he used "Quiet Night Thoughts" to repel the strong enemy, so he said casually: "What you said is true, sir. I used to wake up occasionally in the dormitory. When I saw the moonlight in front of the bed, I suddenly thought of the phrase "the moonlight in front of the bed", and I really felt homesick." Ju Shigeng chuckled and flicked his finger, "This so-called meaning is taken from the text." Luo Zhongxia was taken aback, it was rare for him to pretend to be elegant, did he show timidity again?But this poem was taught in elementary school, it is plain and simple, and there is nothing special about it.Ju Shigeng put his glasses back on, stroked his long beard lightly, and talked eloquently: "Before the Tang Dynasty, there was no bed as we call it now. The ancients called it a couch for sleeping. The word "bed" here refers to It is actually the fence of the well.”

"Damn..." Luo Zhongxia sounded fresh, but no one had ever told him this before. "Actually, if you think about the last two sentences, you can suddenly understand. Just imagine if a person is lying on the bed, how can he raise his head and bow his head? Only by interpreting it as a well fence can it be explained. Li Taibai's other poems, such as" Huaiyu said that the night of wine is frosty and white, the jade bed is golden and ice is towering", "there is a well in front of it, and there is a bed of five feet below", etc., which are circumstantial evidence. So the poet is actually standing by the well, not by the bed. "

Luo Zhongxia scratched his head. Just now, he was very majestic with this poem, thinking that he had understood the artistic conception, but unexpectedly, he was a monkey eating twists - the whole thing was twisted. "When you read a poem, you must pay attention to it, otherwise you will go astray. If it is contrary to the original meaning of the poem, it is better not to read it." Ju Shigeng was teaching earnestly to the point of excitement, the door of the ward opened with a creak, the doctor and a nurse came out, gave a few words of advice and then left in a hurry.Luo Zhongxia, as if he had received an amnesty, hurriedly told Mr. Ju that we should go in quickly. Ju Shigeng had no choice but to pick up his crutches and push the door open.

This ward is about thirty to forty square meters in size. The surrounding walls are painted a light green color, and the curtains are half-opened and half-closed, allowing the moonlight to melt through the windows.There are only hospital beds and some necessary medical equipment in the room, which looks very spacious.Zheng He lay peacefully on the bed, motionless, with an oxygen mask covering his face, and the curve of the ECG monitoring screen next to him was beating regularly, which vividly showed that the patient's condition was stable. Ju Shigeng stood at the head of the bed with his hands hanging down, staring at the unconscious Zheng He, sighing endlessly.Zheng He's body was covered with a thin white blanket, and Luo Zhongxia couldn't step forward to lift it off, so he could only guess in his heart how his body had been corroded.

Although the relationship between the two has always been bad, Luo Zhongxia couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic when seeing Zheng He's appearance like this. About two minutes later, Ju Shigeng freed up a hand, patted the iron frame on the head of the bed lightly, and said with regret: "It's just that I asked him to test the pen for me yesterday, and it turned out like this today. It's a pity. Sorry." "Pen test?" "Yes, do you remember that branch of Wuxin Sanzhuo? Yesterday Zheng He said that he could help me find out the source, so he took it away. I don't want to just leave like this and never come back."

Luo Zhongxia immediately understood, and then Zheng He went to Mo Yuxuan to find Zhao Feibai with Wuxin Sanzhuo Pen, but the unlucky boy bumped into Qin Yi and suffered such misfortune.Even though Ju Shigeng was a great Confucianist, he would never have imagined that the pen was so close at hand that it had already disappeared into Zheng He's body. Naturally, these things can't be said, Luo Zhongxia whispered along with his topic: "I finally came back with my life, but it's a pity that the pen is gone." Ju Shigeng paused for a moment on his crutches, "Cough! A young man is so tired for just holding a Zhuge pen! How can I feel at ease, old man!" Just as Luo Zhongxia was about to speak comforting words, he suddenly froze, "What did you just say? Isn't it Wuxin Sanzhuo Bi?" Ju Shigeng adjusted his glasses, "Wuxin Sanzhuo, isn't it Zhuge Bi?" "...What?" Luo Zhongxia froze for an instant. "Wuxin Sanzhuo Brush refers to the function of a brush. It was first created by Zhuge Gao, a famous pen maker in Xuanzhou in the Song Dynasty, so it is also called Zhuge Brush in the industry." Ju Shigeng explained briefly, and his attention remained the same. Putting it on Zheng He's body, Luo Zhongxia didn't notice that his face was as pale as paper and dripping with sweat.As if you were in the big bell of Hanshan Temple at midnight on New Year's Eve, your head buzzed endlessly. What sounded in his mind at this time was a sentence Wei Shiran once said in the small courtyard: "During the Northern Song Dynasty, a strong man appeared in the Zhuge family, named Zhuge Gao, who was famous for a while. It triggered a great chaos between Zhuge and Webster, so that the master disappeared and the pen grave was closed..." Wuxin Sanzhuo is Zhuge Gao's pen, it is Zhuge's family's pen. But why is Zhuge's pen in Wei Shiran's hands?Why didn't he say anything about it? Why does Xiaorong insist on letting me stay beside Wuxin Sanzhuo? A series of question marks popped up in his mind, quickly running back and forth between the ganglia, and gradually connected into a malicious conjecture.The conjecture was so terrible that he didn't even want to think about it.But he couldn't control himself, the more he thought about it, the deeper it became, the more reasonable it became, and he couldn't get rid of it. What happened next in the ward, he didn't notice at all, but desperately clutched the railing of the bed, as if this could channel his shock and confusion away. After watching Zheng He, Ju Shigeng walked out of the ward with Luo Zhongxia. The two walked out of the small building one after the other, without saying a word.Approaching the tree-lined path in front of the building, Luo Zhongxia, who was walking behind, hesitated for a moment, licked his lips, and finally called out: "Mr. Ju..." Ju Shigeng touched the ground with his crutches, turned around, and smiled slightly: "You finally made up your mind to speak out?" Luo Zhongxia's heart skipped a beat, he stopped, and said in a trembling voice: "Could it be, did you know that a long time ago?" already?" "I saw that your steps were erratic just now, and you looked distressed, so I guessed that you had something on your mind." Luo Zhongxia breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he didn't know about the pen tomb, so he said hesitantly: "It's actually like this, I have a good friend, I found that he might have lied to me, but I can't be sure, now I'm very nervous Hesitating, I don’t know whether I should tell him or not.” "The sages said: A gentleman can be deceived by his own way, but it is difficult to be deceived by his wrong way." Ju Shigeng raised a finger, "You just need to have a clear conscience." Luo Zhongxia forced a smile, "Thank you for your old teaching. It's just that I don't know if I am worthy." "Young man, there are some things that cannot be judged on the basis of right and wrong." Ju Shigeng paused his crutches, making a muffled sound on the floor, as if he was adding footnotes to his words. After sending Ju Shigeng away, Luo Zhongxia secretly returned to the special protection building by himself.Yan Zheng and Xiao Rong were sitting on the sofa. When they saw Luo Zhongxia coming back, they turned their heads at the same time.Yan Zheng raised his hand and yelled impatiently: "Hey, are you going to squat in a pit or for a while? It's been so long?" Luo Zhongxia didn't answer, but went straight to Xiaorong with a sullen face.Xiao Rong saw that his complexion was wrong, and crossed her hands casually on her lower abdomen. "Little Rong, I have something to ask you." "Ok?" Yan Zheng looked at Luo Zhongxia, then at Xiao Rong, and said with a smile, "Confession? Do I need to avoid it?" "No, this matter has something to do with you." Luo Zhongxia tilted his head slightly, and then looked directly at Xiaorong again.On Xiaorong's chest, the chanting brush flickered, as if feeling the pressure from Luo Zhongxia. "Wuxin Sanzhuo is the Zhuge family's pen, right?" Luo Zhongxia asked word by word.Hearing him suddenly ask about this matter, Xiaorong's cold expression burst unexpectedly, she opened her mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.Luo Zhongxia took this as an acquiescence, and continued to ask: "Why does your Wei family have Zhuge's pen?" Xiaorong still didn't make a sound. Yan Zheng felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, but he was also a little curious about this question, so he scratched his hair and didn't stop Luo Zhongxia from asking. Luo Zhongxia crossed his arms and poured out his thoughts just now: "I've always wondered why Wei Shiran insisted on letting me stay next to Wuxin Sanzhuo. Of course, the reason you told me is, Wuxin Sanzhuo is an important part of protecting me." After a short pause, he continued: "I just thought of an interesting coincidence. Ever since I was captured by Ling... er, Qinglian, Wei Shiran always said that I would be hunted down by Zhuge's family, but these few days No matter whether it was in the dormitory, Yan Zheng’s Internet cafe or the university classroom, nothing happened. On the contrary, there were two attacks against me. It's the five-color pen official, and Zheng He and Wuxin Sanzhuo happen to be in the next ward. I don't think it's a coincidence." He finished this long paragraph of reasoning in one breath, and seeing that Xiao Rong still didn't move, he spit out the lingering conclusion word by word: "So, you didn't let me stay by Wuxin Sanzhuobi's side at all. Save me, but to deliberately attract people from the Zhuge family! Let them kill me, so you can take out the pen spirit!" His voice echoed in the dark corridor, and there were still some traces of fighting on the ground. Luo Zhongxia, Xiao Rong and Yan Zheng, who had fought side by side half an hour ago, now formed a meaningful triangle. Luo Zhongxia originally expected that Xiaorong would retort, but the other party didn't respond, and he didn't even waver in his posture. He just stared at him with those beautiful and indifferent eyes, and the ice blue Yongxu pen was still cold.He was a little flustered and timid, and he involuntarily tugged at the corner of his clothes with his right hand, losing confidence in his reasoning for a moment. "I think...Xiao Rong, maybe you don't know it, we were all deceived by your grandpa." Luo Zhongxia added not so confidently, he tried to draw her back to his own line of luck. Xiao Rong shrugged with a slight movement. This attitude immediately angered Luo Zhongxia.Ever since he was possessed by Qinglian's posthumous pen, he was not only involved in messy and dangerous things, but also been fooled by "friend" Wei Shiran—at least he firmly believed—from an outsider's point of view These things seem to be very interesting, but his client has never been willing to become Li Bai's heir and fight some strange guys. Forcibly dragging me into all this, and playing me like a fool, why? Luo Zhongxia's agitation suddenly came out, he clenched his fists, and shouted half aggrieved and half annoyed: "Then you can do whatever you want! I don't want to be sold and help count the money! " He lowered his head and glanced at Xiao Rong, who still didn't intend to make any explanation. At this point, Luo Zhongxia, who was burning with anger, raised his hand and turned around to leave.At this moment, Yan Zheng stood up from the side and pressed his shoulder. "Hey, can't you be so arbitrary?" Yan Zheng's hands were heavy and strong, and Luo Zhongxia struggled for a while, but couldn't move, "Although I don't study much, I know it's not good. If Wei Shiran wants you to die , then why send his granddaughter to take this risk together?" He let go of Luo Zhongxia's shoulders and moved his fingers flexibly.The red light on these fingers just knocked off the five-color Jiang Yan pen, allowing all three people to survive. "He doesn't want to get his hands dirty, does he? Or there is no Zhuge family at all, and it's all a lie he made up from the beginning to the end!" Luo Zhongxia scratched his neck and started yelling.Yan Zheng pressed his shoulder again, this time his expression became very serious, like a real counselor. "You already have the ability, and it would be more perfect if you have a sense of responsibility." Luo Zhongxia said angrily, "I'm not obligated to be used by them!" After speaking, he shook off Yan Zheng, turned around, glanced back at Xiao Rong secretly, was startled, and finally mustered up the courage to stride towards Xiaorong. go outside.Yan Zheng wanted to stop him, but Luo Zhongxia stopped and said coldly, "Do you want to stop me?" With the words, green lotuses bloomed.The red light of Yan Zheng's ten fingers has long been exhausted, and now he is absolutely unbeatable. Instead of being angry, Yan Zheng smiled, "You still said you were dragged into it, isn't it still a joy to transport Qinglian's posthumous pen?" Luo Zhongxia was taken aback, embarrassed, lowered his head and mumbled something Kai Yanzheng left in a hurry. This time, Yan Zheng didn't stop him, but cast a helpless look at Xiao Rong who was sitting still, and spread his hands, "If you keep silent, I'm in the wrong." Xiao Rong continued until Luo Zhongxia's The back disappeared from the corridor, and then he slowly raised his right palm, covered his nose lightly, and his eyes flickered. The chanting pen that had been condensed on her chest disintegrated, like melting ice and snow, scattered into pieces of spirit flocs... Luo Zhongxia rushed out of the special protection building in a fit of anger, and went straight to the gate with a huff, determined to forget about it completely and never mention it again.It was nearly eleven o'clock at this time, and the outside of the hospital was still bustling with traffic.Luo Zhongxia walked quickly to the side of the road, wanting to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, touched his pocket, and suddenly found a very embarrassing thing. No money. Today they came in Yan Zheng's car and didn't have much money on them.There may be no more buses now, and the hospital is far away from the school, so the money on his body will definitely not be able to pay for a ride. To make matters worse, his stomach was making inappropriate gurgling noises.A series of things happened one after another since yesterday, Luo Zhongxia actually hadn't eaten seriously. This is really "a leak in the house happened to rain overnight, and the plane crashed and landed in Iraq." Luo Zhongxia looked up to the sky and sighed, and patted his chest involuntarily. If he could use the power of Qinglian's posthumous pen, he could run back to school in one go, but he just swore that he would never have anything to do with this world, and within ten minutes he broke his promise and became fat , this is a bit too unreasonable... "Okay! I'm going to fight today!" Luo Zhongxia secretly made a foolish determination and rolled up his sleeves.He planned to eat his fill with whatever money he had, and then walk back to school.This decision was a product of his lingering anger. He was full of blood and expressed his feelings directly, but it caused Qinglian's posthumous writing, which inherited Taibai's bold style, to sway and resonate in his chest, making Luo Zhongxia dumbfounded. The plan has been decided, and we will go on the road.Luo Zhongxia didn't dare to go to the restaurant near the hospital, so he kept walking towards the school.Most of the restaurants along the way are closed.He walked three blocks before he found a Yonghe Dawang, which was open 24 hours a day.There are row upon row of high-end office buildings near here, and there are people in the store in twos and threes, all of whom are office workers who have just finished overtime or intermittent night shifts.Everyone's eyes were red, either staring at the laptop screen with buns in their mouths, or holding half a cup of soy milk in their hands and constantly muttering to their phones. Luo Zhongxia ordered two drawers of steamed stuffed buns and a bowl of porridge, picked a corner with the plate, and ate it all by herself.In a short time, he had already killed half of them, completely turning grief into appetite. Just as he was picking up the penultimate bun and was about to put it in his mouth, a person walked up to him and said "I'm sorry, excuse me", and then put the iced soy milk he just ordered on the table.Seeing this, Luo Zhongxia pulled the tray towards her to make room.The man thanked him and sat down opposite.Luo Zhongxia threw the bun into his mouth, and looked up while chewing. This is an OL lady in a light gray office suit, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles, wavy black curly hair hanging naturally from her shoulders, beautiful and lean, but the charming face is somewhat familiar. Luo Zhongxia looked at it carefully again, and the chopsticks in his hands trembled.At this time, the other party also noticed Luo Zhongxia's gaze. "Oh... this, this is really a coincidence." Qin Yi smiled unnaturally, and caressed the unicorn jade pendant on his chest vigilantly.