Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 479 - ⑧ Forget-me-not

Chapter [-] - ⑧ Forget-me-not

The charcoal fire of the iron stove is burning to the fullest, and at a certain moment, the splashing sparks bloom like the red lotus in the painting, and when they fall on the human skin, there will be a tingling pain, which is fleeting, followed by smoke, Floating straight to the surroundings, the pungent smell fills the elegant and exquisite private school in a short time.

In front of the stove, a young man was sitting upright by himself. He saw him holding a pair of iron chopsticks, shirtless and solemn, not knowing what he wanted to do.

"Zhao Kuo!" Beside him was a dignified and dignified Confucian scholar, angrily said: "You have violated the family's laws and regulations repeatedly, ignorant of superiority and inferiority, and disobedient to etiquette, and met Miss Yao's mansion privately many times, are you guilty?"

"I...I'm guilty." Zhao Kuo let out a long sigh, as if the burden he had carried in his heart for a long time was suddenly untied, and his expression calmed down instantly, but facing the stove, it was midsummer, and it was inevitable that he would sweat profusely.He is a dignified son and brother, and he is rarely in such an embarrassment.

The Confucian scholar then said: "Since the crime is known, it should be punished!" After that, he threw a "mung bean" as thin as gravel into the stove-this is the unique method of Yuyi Zhao's family to punish unworthy descendants. "Xiaodou".

The punished must use chopsticks made of pure iron to pick out mung beans from between the charcoals. The whole process greatly tests the "courage" and "self-denial" of the punished, because the mung beans may be burned by the flames in a short period of time. To be engulfed, one cannot hesitate, let alone follow one's instinct to avoid the consequences of being burned by the fire.

"If you have the guts to challenge family rules, why not try to see if you have the guts to take out mung beans before your hands are scorched?" Let you be convinced."

Zhao Kuo knew that opportunities are rare, and sincerity and good fortune depend on each other, so he quickly made up his mind to prove his will in front of his teacher and father, and then replied: "Mr. Fan, Caiwei and I admire each other and share the same interests. Not allowed to compose poems or paint together? Students don’t understand, is it so important to be senior or junior?”

After speaking, he gritted his teeth and poked his chopsticks into the stove to search desperately. Although the charcoal fire is not as strong as the stove fire, it will give you a little chance to hesitate, when you think you can stand on it like walking on the ground At that time, the burning pain came as expected, especially when Zhao Kuo was still holding a pair of iron chopsticks. He couldn't let go of the chopsticks even if they were so hot, because once he let go, he would give up everything.

"Hmm..." The young man couldn't help but groaned, enduring the severe discomfort, digging and exploring his own truth, this arrogance unique to the young man supported him to successfully complete the test.

So what's the price?
One night passed, and Zhao Kuo's scalded hand was covered with gauze. Obviously, he had to recuperate for a long time before he could recover. The impact of this is that his mouth still smells of ashes, and he still has lingering fears about that punishment.

But after this battle, Zhao Kuo's feelings for Yao Caiwei did not decrease but increased. He thought of the servants and princesses, slaves and generals' daughters in fairy tales. , He has the confidence to continue walking, and he has already copied a beautiful picture of the future in his heart.

"I want Ming Mei to marry rightly, be blessed by everyone, and marry her as a wife."

Zhao Kuo immediately edited a book, did everything required by the red tape, first sent a letter to ask for an audience, and then formally met.

However, when he came to Yao's mansion to deliver the letter, he happened to encounter Yao Caiwei's absence.Zhao Kuo couldn't wait, and immediately turned his head to find someone. He thought that he had to explain clearly to the other party what happened in his heart after being punished.

"So, isn't it a private meeting again?" Zhao Kuo joked in his heart.

Why did the two of them get married? No matter who asks this question, they will not get a satisfactory result, because even they themselves cannot explain this question.

There are no more than three situations in which we get acquainted with people, we gather because of related interests, we gather because of reason, and we gather because of similar interests.

Those who gather because of interests are mostly friends of wine and meat, or are colleagues, or friends; those who gather because of reason, are mostly friends of gentlemen, or are classmates, or relatives; those who gather because of interests are bound to become bosom friends , just like the friendship between Boya Ziqi and Guan Bao, they may not like each other at all, or even become political enemies, but they will definitely know each other's talent and elegance very well, and appreciate each other, from themselves to others.

Zhao Kuo and Yao Caiwei, they both feel that they are each other's bosom friend, and they know what the other party wants to do next with a frown and a smile. When they get along day and night, the two sometimes have a tacit understanding as if they are one person.It was not until many years later that they realized that there may be a clear-cut "confidante" in this world, but it will never happen to the two of them.

In fact, Zhao Kuo also gradually discovered the fact that not only his father Zhao Wei, but also the harsh Mr. Fan Li and Wu Fan, they never stopped themselves from making friends with Yao Caiwei, but repeatedly prohibited private meetings. reputation.That is to say, Zhao Wei and Fan Liwu also hope that the Zhao family can curry favor with General Yao's daughter. If they get married in the future, no matter whether they are in business or in politics, it will be far better than the status quo.

After all, only the childhood sweethearts care about the so-called bosom friends.

Zhao Kuo did not find Yao Caiwei, and went home depressed for several days, until the "Qiqiao Festival" came, and the daughters of every household put their hair on hairpins, put flowers on them, and put on shiny clothes to go out. Only then did the childhood sweethearts have a chance to see each other again one time.

In this borderland outside the Great Wall, the festive atmosphere is not strong. Only when the Girl’s Day comes, the young people in the town are all excited. If they get a girl to dance with themselves, they will definitely envy others. Unfortunately, Zhao Kuo There is no such blessing, he looked at his injured hand, hid in the corner and sighed.

"How should I meet her? I can't have a private meeting, and I can't send a letter to ask for an interview. Now, I don't even have the ability to ask her to dance..."

After a while, a young girl came over and asked, "Brother, why are you here? I saw Sister Caiwei just now."

"Where is it?" Zhao Kuo stood up excitedly, but soon he calmed down, handed the letter to his sister, and said, "Little sister, send this letter for me."

"Is that so? I thought you really wanted to see her." Zhao Xiaomei was only eight years old at the time. She had big innocent eyes, and she often made others feel shy. It makes people feel distressed, after all, it is futile to talk too much to an inexperienced child.

Zhao Kuo thought about how to explain it for a long time, finally sighed, and said, "I can't see her here."

The little girl shook her head, obviously, she still didn't understand why she couldn't see
"Well, you call her here. There is a wall at the side door of that teahouse, and there is a tree planted there. I will wait for you behind the wall." Zhao Kuo pointed to the teahouse not far away, where the owner and Zhao He is acquainted with each other, so he is definitely willing to hide it, as long as Zhao Kuo will not be exposed to everyone.

"Okay." Zhao Xiaomei agreed, and Zhao Kuo came to the back of the wall as promised.

Listening to the flirting and cursing of the boys and girls who went there every so often, Zhao Kuo was so unhappy that he even wanted to laugh at himself, but he knew that he had to do this in order to live up to the suffering he had suffered.

Soon, Yao Caiwei arrived at the invitation. She pretended to be under a tree to enjoy the shade, but she kept calling secretly: "Master Zhao? Mr. Zhao?"

"I'm here!" Zhao Kuo put his ears on the corner of the wall, surrounded by tall haystacks. This is a wasteland that has been in disrepair for a long time, and there is a desolate and dilapidated atmosphere, which is completely different from the world inside the wall.

"How is your hand?" Yao Caiwei's first sentence was so concerned, Zhao Kuo couldn't help but chuckled, and said, "It's okay, I'm willing to be punished, just so that I can continue to see you in the future."

"What?" Yao Caiwei's voice also slowly approached the wall, and continued: "Can Mr. Zhao show up and see?"

Zhao Kuo said: "No, I can no longer have a private meeting with Ms. Yao. Please forward that letter to General Yao. I will definitely visit in the future to thank General Yao for his kindness to my Zhao family."

"Brother..." Zhao Xiaomei hid under the tree and muttered, feeling inexplicably sad in her heart.

"Master Zhao, what happened to you today?"

Zhao Kuo continued: "My hand, I can't hold your arm to dance with you today, please forgive me for not being able to show up to meet, if you show up and be bumped by bad guys, you will definitely be criticized, and you will be afraid of humiliating your reputation."

Yao Caiwei was also very witty, and suddenly teased: "You idiot, I didn't dance with anyone else!"

"Me!" Zhao Kuo was shy and secretly happy at the same time, and it was difficult to tell for a while: "My intention is to see you every day in the future. I, alas..." He still didn't have the guts to propose marriage in person.

Yao Caiwei said: "Okay, I will give the letter to my father. As for Mr. Zhao, you... come here, little sister, and give this to your brother."

"Okay." Zhao Xiaomei walked over obediently, took the things and went around outside the teahouse, intending to give the things to her brother Zhao Kuo who was outside the wall.

On this occasion, Yao Caiwei and Zhao Kuo confided in private: "I went to the flower market today and found a few 'forget-not-grass' growing very elegant and unique, so I chose a vase to decorate. Bring it on and take good care of it."

"Forget-me-not grass?" Zhao Kuo was in a daze for a while before he came back to his senses. He was not familiar with flowers and plants, and even though he racked his brains, he still had no memory of forget-me-not grass, so he called repeatedly: "Caiwei, Caiwei!"

There is no trace of people inside the wall.

After a while, the little girl searched hard in the weedy area with her short legs, and her face was covered with dirt. Fortunately, she kept the vase very well.

"Brother, sister Caiwei gave this to me."

Zhao Kuo took a closer look. The body of the bottle has no patterns, it is cyan, and a few "forget-me-nots" are inserted at the mouth of the bottle, all of which have small light blue flowers, which complement the cyan vase.

"It's really elegant and unique!" Zhao Kuo was overjoyed, and couldn't let go of holding the vase for a long time.

Zhao Xiaomei said to herself: "Brother, I won't tell Daddy and Mr. Fan, you should praise me!"

"Of course I know you won't, you are my most beloved sister..."

The two rested for a while and went back together.

(End of this chapter)