It's good to be young.

Changsun Hong touched the black lacquer table, with the troughs on it, and carved many strokes with hard objects. It was probably those who had sat on this table, and painted it when they were bored. Young was full of vitality. Changsun Hong only felt very familiar. He thought that when he was studying in later generations, he still carved the word "early" on the table with a knife.

A thousand years have passed.

"That, brother, your name is Changsun Hong?"

He stretched out his head on his right hand and asked tentatively.

Changsun Hong turned his head and looked at it. A handsome boy with a pretty face, he was wearing a decent figure, a white satin double-breasted shirt, and the inkstone in front of him was also very delicate. There were several wolf hairs hanging on the Bijia Mountain. At first glance, he looked like a guy who was born in a wealthy family and was used to being picky in food.

"That's right, my brother's surname?" Changsun Hong smiled and replied politely. For these rich families, he had plans to make friends with them. Maybe he had to rely on the rich man behind these people.

"That, you wrote the poem "Drunk and Falling" by you, right?" The handsome boy did not answer, and then asked again, licking his lips. Psychologically, this is a very expectant expression.

Changsun Hong was stunned for a moment, and then realized what he was asking. He was a copywriter in Lijia Village to fool Master Zhou, but he copied a poem that was drunk and out of the way. I wonder if this kid was asking about it.

"I wrote a poem, but..." Changsun Hongdao, before he finished speaking, he heard a loud shout in his ears. The thin boy stood up and yelled in a tone that was obviously not consistent with his figure.

"It's him! It's him! He's that Changsun Hong!"

The sound is like a tiger roaring, roaring in the sky.

The whole school was in full swing.

Looking at the students here, they jumped up, cheered, jumped, and then flocked to them.

The three brothers of the Li family who just sat down on the left of Changsun Hong were like frightened rabbits, and they also jumped up and hugged together. The sudden burst of sound scared them. What are they doing?

Changsun Hong was also tense all over in an instant, and his white hair sweat came out. He stood up and leaned against the wall behind him, looking at the crazy young men with vigilance. Could it be that the fight that day was over, and these guys were going to avenge their beatings?

"It's really Changsun Hong. Let me touch it quickly."

"What are you touching, it's not a girl."

"Don't squeeze, step on my feet!"

"Reserved and dignified! You are so embarrassing!"

In the midst of a noise, the students surrounded Changsun Hong from inside to outside, looking at Changsun Hong with a strange enthusiasm. If Changsun Hong was a girl, they would be afraid of screaming at this moment.

The thin boy was trying hard to resist everyone--I don't know where he got the strength--while yelling to the students who were crowding and not rushing, he took the time to come out and smiled at Changsun Hong, saying, "Don't be afraid, they admire you, so they are so anxious."

Admiration?

Changsun Hong's back was sweating. It was true that he was not afraid of death when he fought, but at the same time he had to fight with so many people, even if he was a sculpted person, he had to be dismantled into parts. He was nervously thinking about how to escape, but suddenly he felt relieved after hearing this sentence.

"They..." He pointed to the crowd who seemed to be eating his own and asked suspiciously: "Admiring me?"

"That's right. Your poem has been spread all over the city. Anyone who knows literacy at home is copying it." The thin boy struggled to maintain order and said, "The person who nodded and praised by the magistrate, you are the first one in Lianxi Academy."

"What?" Changsun Hong was puzzled, the magistrate? Who is that? I have never dealt with him. I am indeed very handsome, but that is not a reason for letting my name come to the magistrate's ears.

"Changsun Hong, your name has spread in Tianchao in the past two days. When you know you are coming, everyone is very happy to be classmates with you. Tianchao is now famous." The thin boy said excitedly, dancing.

The three brothers of the Li family stood aside, watching the development of the matter, gradually recalled it and found that these people did not seem to be here to beat them, but instead came to surround them.

Changsun Hong also woke up, and gradually understood what was going on with guessing and listening. It seemed that the lyrics written to Master Zhou had spread in Hezhou City for some reason, and they even entered the ears of the magistrate, and seemed to have received high praise from him.

"Be serious?" Changsun Hong calmed down, quietly wiped the cold sweat from his head, then changed into a calm and proud expression, bowed to the surroundings, signaling everyone to give in, pull over a chair, and sit down like a shock.

"Of course it's true. I heard that the magistrate heard it at a banquet. He said on the spot that taking this word to the capital is also a good word, capital, where students gather." The thin young man looked yearning, and suddenly remembered something, and said with a wink: "Also, I heard that there were two young ladies present that day, including Zong Shengxian, a talented woman from the Huang class. When he heard your words, he was shocked even to the teacup. Brother Changsun, look, how famous are you."

"Oh, keep it low profile." Changsun Hong lifted his robe, let out a sigh, and then smiled at the young men around him: "The clumsy work that cannot be used on the table is loved by everyone. Changsun Hong is grateful. Please take care of him in the future."

"It was you who took care of us. The master in the school scolded us yesterday, saying that it would be great if we had half of you." The thin boy smiled, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

"Brother Changsun, are you from Hezhou? Why haven't you heard of you before?" A young man asked, with a curious expression engraved on his face.

"Yes, we were studying here at the age of ten. You are so powerful, why didn't you come early?" another person asked again.

"Well, please listen to me."

The three brothers of the Li family who were squeezed aside were neglected for a long time. Only then did they catch the opportunity and squeezed over to speak. Li Wen squeezed to Changsun Hong and said to everyone with his younger brother's attitude: "Actually, we are from the same village as Brother Changsun. We grew up together and are intimate. I know everything about him. What do you want to ask me?"

The people in the room seemed to find a balance when they saw this guy who was dressed almost as gorgeous as theirs. It turned out that these three people grew up with prodigy, but they looked like us. It seemed that prodigy was rare and rare, and the psychological gap was much widened.

"Where are you from?" Everyone asked Li Wen all the time. Li Wen also liked the feeling of being the center, so Changsun Hong finally became quiet.

Just now, his neck was a little painful when he pressed it against the wall, so he turned his neck, but was surprised to find that the thin boy was still by his side.

The distance was a little close, so he was very uncomfortable, so he pulled a little apart, and the boy also felt a little abrupt, so he smiled awkwardly, sat upright on the chair next to him, bowing and saying, "My name is Ran Pu. I have met Brother Changsun, and I will rely on Brother Changsun to support me in the future."

Changsun Hong was a little dizzy by the mess just now and replied casually: "Where is it, it should be Brother Ran Duoduo..."

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at the thin boy, and asked, "You, what did you call me?"
Chapter completed!