v7 Chapter 145： Zhuang Zhoumeng Butterfly Revelation (2/2)

Dazhu didn't speak, nodded, turned back before entering the examination room, and looked at his father in the autumn breeze. The sour meaning in his heart re-emerged, let him secretly decide that he must take a good test and never let his father Disappointed.

Dazhu is very confident about raising people in the exam. It seems that starting from a stormy day, the Confucian books that were extremely obscure and boring before him became extremely simple and obvious. At a glance, they can be remembered in their hearts. And even have their own opinions. But Dazhu didn't tell his parents about this. He felt a little faint, maybe it had something to do with the long and long Xiuxian dream he made, but it was too absurd, and I'm afraid the parents couldn't believe it.

It didn't take long for the state-level examination to be held. After a long time, Dazhu left the examination room. His father still stood there, watching him come out, his mouth moved, or he didn't speak, and turned to take him away.

In the inn in the evening, my father was unwilling to ask for a good table. The father and son ate in silence. At halfway, the father finally spoke, ”Dazhu, how about the exam in the morning?” Although he deliberately wanted to keep calm, But the slightly trembling fingers still indicated the tension in his father's heart at this moment.

Dazhu looked up, put a piece of meat in his father's bowl, and still did not speak, but nodded strongly.

Father's mind was slightly loose, so he didn't ask more.

On the second day, Dazhu never saw his father look so excited. Looking at the number one, he was intentionally smeared with a golden name, and his father cried.

Da Zhuo supported him, feeling the rejoicing and joy in his father's eyes, and a little smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

The examiner in the state city specially called Dazhu, and his father was very disturbed walking around the door, for fear that he would not speak, annoying the adults. But one hour later, when the adult left, he was full of admiration and arched his hands to his father, saying, ”Be prepared for the students, recommended by the state government, and let Dazhu go to the capital, and then try again.”

The examiner was gone, and Dazhu went out and stood respectfully, but his father cried again, and his voice was choked with excitement, but the look in his eyes was clear, and he never forgot his whole life.

The village quickly learned that Dazhu was the first person to be promoted. Next year, he will go to Beijing to take part in the test. The entire village is completely lively. For this reason, the most prestigious third uncle also invited a big show, and spent money in the village to celebrate it.

The mother stood between a group of women, listening to their envious words, the wrinkles between the brows were thinner, and the smile was so beautiful.

The following spring, Dazhu left the village in a horse-drawn carriage under the respectful leadership of the prefecture ’s grandfather. He had to rush to the capital with other students for 4 months. This time his father did not follow, but he and his mother were sent to the village entrance until the carriage No trace was found, so I went home.

Dazhu until his parents were watching him, but he did not turn back, but meditated in his heart: father, mother and baby will not let you down.

One day after 4 months, my father was doing carpentry in the yard, and his mother was feeding the old hens in the house. The husband and wife have already negotiated, and whether or not Zhu Er is in the middle, they will kill these hens and make up for them.

But on this day, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly came, accompanied by the laughter of the children.

The father frowned slightly, not knowing what had happened, and opened the door, but saw the gongs and drums stopped outside the hospital. A dozen or so people were carrying drums and beating the gongs, all of them carrying big red flowers, so happy to celebrate .

The father who saw it opened the door, and immediately one of them sent forward to respectfully salute him. When he was asked for his identity, he looked even more awesome, and said loudly: ”Congratulations to the couple, I am an Xuancheng student, Xu Chu, and I won the first place in Beijing. Wait for the special to come first. ”

”Master Huiyuan is in Beijing now, waiting for the next month's test, and will return home when the Nomination Day for Gold List!”

The father was dull, and he returned to his mind after a long time, looking excited. On this day, my father had a lot of happy money, and my mother was busy greeting the guests of Daoxi. It was not until late at night that the home was quiet.

The father knelt and whispered in front of the ancestor's portrait, and the mother stood on the side, wiping tears secretly, not sorrow, but joy.

After another month of loud noises, the grandfather of the county government and the grandfather of the state government went to the door at the same time, and met his father on an equal footing, and his words were warm and generous. Only because the son of the family won the test of Long Yan Dayue, selected champions, and more favored by the prime minister, want to recruit as son-in-law. With such a bright future, the imperial court nobles, they naturally want to end.

The champion came out in the village, and the third uncle proposed to take out some silver money from each house, and invited a lively drama to sing for a month, which attracted envy of the surrounding villages.

In April, Dazhu returned to his hometown. When he got down from the horse and knelt down on the ground wearing a champion robe, his father and mother cried at the same time.

Dazhu entered Beijing as an official, married the prime minister's daughter, and brought his parents to Beijing Zhong'an to enjoy his old age. In the decades that followed, Dazhu was in peace, eventually taking over from his father-in-law, becoming the reign of the dynasty.

That winter, my father left. He was peaceful when he left, holding Dazhu's hand, his eyes were full of relief.

After February, the mother also left.

In the end, the parents were buried together in the scenery, and they paid homage to the pilgrimage, and the emperor came in person to do so. Presumably, they could stare underground.

In 2o years, Dazhu was 68 years old. He resigned and told the old man to return to his hometown. He took his wife and children back to his hometown and enjoyed the rest of the year.

Six years later, on a stormy night, Dazhu was critically ill. As he died, listening to the cry of his wife and children in his ears, his thoughts suddenly appeared briefly blurred, and it seemed that all this was extremely unreal. He remembered the dream when he was a boy, and he seemed to dimly see a monk in blue robe, looking calm and looking at him with complex eyes.

If not mistaken, this person is himself.

The next moment, the idea of ​​Dazhu fell into eternal darkness.