Qingshui said he wanted to take Qian Linya to see Lu Xun's past, but he didn't expect to see anything.

Because he was idle when he was about ten years old, he read the entire work of Lu Xun as a leisurely book and was confident that no one knew Lu Xun better than him in this country.

However, this unfounded confidence was lost after visiting Northeastern University Medical School.

Northeastern University really preserves Mr. Lu Xun’s past history.

And, there are quite a few.

Qian Linya thought it was amazing that it was just a portrait hanging on the wall or some historical materials collected in the school history museum. Unexpectedly, this time he was serious.

Not long after entering the school gate, I saw Mr. Lu Xun's avatar sculpture.

The blue-black copper head bust, the iconic messy hair and beard, and the deep eyes that see through the world, exactly the same as those taken in domestic photos.

The most interesting thing is that flowers are placed under the sculpture and coins are placed on the sculpture table. I don’t know who has prayed and what they are praying for.

Not only that, Qingshui then took him to a disused staircase classroom. This classroom, which is so old that it is incompatible with the entire campus, is the only reason that it has been preserved because Lu Xun had taught classes here back then.

The desks and seats were all placed as they were at that time. There were also tour books commemorating Lu Xun on the podium. Many tourists wrote sentences commemorating Mr. Lu Xun on it, and some simple XXX came here for a trip.

In addition, in another teaching building, there is actually a Lu Xun Memorial Hall. In this small exhibition hall, Lu Xun's transcripts, homework and handout notes were placed in the glass window.

Qian Linya looked closer and read the notes placed in the cabinet. He saw that on the page, he drew with black water-based strokes, an anatomical diagram of the human organs, with smooth lines and beautiful drawings.

However, there were many red handwriting corrections and annotations on it, and they were marked in detail with lines and beautiful words. He couldn't help but think of the original text in "Mr. Fujino" he read back then-

[I handed over the handout I copied, and he accepted it. He returned it to me on the second and third day, and said that he would give it to him every week from now on. When I took it down and opened it, I was shocked, and I felt a sense of uneasiness and gratitude. It turned out that my handout had been revised from beginning to end with a red pen, not only adding many leaks, but also correcting the grammar errors one by one.]

In addition, there is also his report card of that year, the name of "Zhou Shuren", ranked 68th between "Sumura Zhazuno" and "Suzuki Yita". The Japanese label below also clearly states: Zhou Shuren's score ranks 68th among 142 people.

Qian Linya couldn't help but shivered.

"What's wrong?" Qingshui, who was accompanying the tour, turned to look at him.

"I suddenly thought that celebrities actually have such treatment, and even their grades when they were studying were well preserved. If their grades were not good, wouldn't it be equivalent to public execution?"

Shimizu covered her mouth and said with a smile: "If what you did is amazing enough and your grades were not good when you were in school, it would be a good story, saying, "I was not good when I was young, and I was always considered stupid, but I did something that was impressive." Just like Oda Nobunaga, the daigua called Ohara when I was young..."

"Later, I became the Sixth Heavenly Demon King." Qian Linya continued her words, and then nodded, "Well, it's true. It's nothing wrong with the grades. I'm afraid that I'll get a half-baked score, such as second-place third-place, or something else. The one who is in front of me is still an unknown person."

After saying this, Qumizu's expression suddenly became unkind: "Is it a mockery of me, right?"

Only then did he realize that Miss Qingshui in front of him happened to be ranked second last time, and he steadily suppressed her.

"Ah, sorry, I forgot that you got the second place in the exam, Daoxianzhai."

As the saying goes, all the comfort to the weak seemed to be mocking. Obviously, Kiyomizu also regarded his words as mocking, and immediately hugged his arms unhappily and turned his head to the other side.

"Well, I didn't care much anyway. When I become a celebrity in the future, if you become an unknown little person, you can only show off with your report card to your grandson that he had won me before. You have to pay attention to Zhao Youzhai."

Qian Linya imagined a picture in his mind - his white-haired self waving his report card and showing off his power to a young child: "See, Qingshui's instant results were not as good as your grandfather before!"

Then the young child asked innocently, "But, grandpa, why aren't you as famous as Grandma Qingshui?"

Thinking of this, he felt that the pressure on his back was a little more.

When he came to his senses, he patted his chest and said, "It's so dangerous, I almost had the urge to roll up with people. Hey, Daoxianzhai, I just want to live a leisurely and rich life in the future, and don't want to put pressure on me."

Qingshui looked at him disdainfully: "I don't know who said he wanted to be a tea saint."

"Hmm? How do you know? Liuriko even told you this?"

Qumizu did not answer his words in a moment. Before he could find that she was on the verge of being unhappy, he continued to ask: "Do you always talk about me? No, how deep have you gone?"

Shimizu gave him a look with her eyes: "Your self-awareness is too high, so that girls will not talk about things that they usually get tired of."

"Am I something? Or something I'm tired of?"

After that, Shimizu's attitude towards him was obviously much stiffer, and it did not improve until the visit ended.

After the campus tour, Qingshui took him to a restaurant with a pretty good taste. After dinner, it was already past seven o'clock at night.

Even if Qingshui is unwilling to go home in an instant, it is time to have to go home.

While taking the subway home, Qian Linya felt Qingshui's face turned blue, so he leaned over and asked, "Daoxianzhai, are you a little nervous?"

"No, don't call me Daoxianzhai now."

"Why?"

"After getting home, call me my name."

"Qingshui?"

Qingshui looked at him expressionlessly: "Everyone in my family is called Qingshui."

"Miss Ying?" Qian Linya asked again.

Shimizu continued to say expressionlessly: "When my mother doesn't know about her dual personality, you will probably scare her if you call her like this."

Qian Linya thought of something, paused a little, and said, "Well, you...instantly?"

She turned her head away.

This woman said she would not be allowed to call her last name, but she would be the one who was unhappy now when she called her first name.

Before Qian Linya was about to be annoyed, he suddenly heard Qingshui, who had turned his face away, making an extremely small, sound like a mosquito:

"Um."

It seems that it’s not that I’m unhappy, but that I’m shy.

The subway sound was "huffing" and Qian Linya held the ring in his hand, looked at Qingshui's side face who had turned his head and leaned over:

"moment?"

He turned his head with a blushing face and said, "I'll call me Qingshui now."

Qian Linya smiled.

"You are quite innocent."

Qingshui glared at him in an instant, put his hand on the flesh around his waist, and squeezed it hard.

...

The house of Qingshui's house is northwest of the ruins of Sendai City, only one stop away from Northeastern University, and the two of them arrived at the place soon.

After seeing Qingshui's house with his own eyes, Qian Linya realized where the temperament that emanated from Qingshui's body, which was similar to his own, came from.

At the office building site in the surrounding buildings, there are already small shops and parks where pedestrians enter and exit, their eyes are through the transparent panes of the courtyard wall built with blue bricks, and an antique Chinese-style building stands in the courtyard.

A magnificent courtyard door was in the middle, with a wooden door closed, and a wooden plaque hung on the lintel of the courtyard door, which read:

"Fuyun Palace".

Qingshui closed her lips tightly, pushed open the yard door, creaked, then turned around and said to Qian Linya expressionlessly: "Get in."

He walked into the courtyard with his eyes wide open.

Entering the yard, you will see a green courtyard full of shade. The slopes are undulating, half-covering and half-exposed, and a small path extends over the middle.

There is a cluster of towering bamboos in the east, with bluestone desks and chessboards and piano stands under the bamboo shade. There is a small pool with clear springs to the west, and the stream is brought in from outside the courtyard and crossing the courtyard.

Walking up the low slope through that small path and passing through the stone bridge built on the stream is the main building of the "Fuyun Palace" tea room.

This is a college-style tea room. It is different from the wabi Savannah style of the Caoan Tea Room, and the academy tea room is more inclined to the Confucian style.

Tea room is divided into three styles, namely: Caoan Tea Room, Zen Temple Tea Room and Academy Tea Room.

As the name suggests, the Zen temple tea room is a Buddhist style, a tea room built on the temple, and is also the most "fundamental" tea room.

The tea ceremony was first brought to Japan by monks. The word "tea head" was originally a monk's professional title in Buddhism that was responsible for making tea. The place where the temple specializes in tea soup and hospitality is the earliest tea room. This is the origin of the Zen temple tea room.

The academy tea room cannot be expressed in meaning. The earliest academy tea room came from a noble courtyard. The aristocratic private courtyard was attached to the tea room, and the tea room was part of the courtyard.

The Zen temple tea room and the academy tea room gradually deprived of their original uses, forming a stylized tea room.

The Caoan Tea Room is a product of the casual tea style of the Chirikyu family. Compared with the Zen temple and the academy, it is the most shabby, but now it has become the orthodox tea ceremony.

"Wow, Qingshui, your house is not much worse than Guili Palace?" Qian Linya sighed.

Qingshui glanced at him speechlessly and said, "Although it's a good thing, it's too much."

Guili Palace is a national treasure-level academy tea room in Japan. It is very large in scale and is always highly praised internationally.

"I really think so, I look like the number one small Guili Palace."

Qingshui didn't believe what he said, but with a faint pride in his expression, he quickly introduced to him: "The ancestors of the Qingshui family were teaheads from the Sendai family for generations and served the Ida family for generations. Later, they were given this tea room in Fuyun Palace, which has been passed down to this day."

"The tea room is a double-sided structure of yin and yang. The side you see is the tea room. The shaded side that you can't see behind is the place where our family lives. The tea room is not open at ordinary times and it will only be used when receiving important guests."

"The reason why Fuyun Palace is called this name is Du Fu's poem: 'But it is not enough to cut the sword, and I will meet Fuyun Chang.' This poem is about bamboo. Qingshui often uses bamboo as tea sets. There are bamboo everywhere in the family field, and the name of the tea room is also related to bamboo."

After saying this in one breath, she looked at Qian Linya with her hands behind her back: "Do you understand?"

"I understand." Qian Linya nodded like a primary school student.

Just like he guarded the "Wuwai Temple", he was also guarding a "Fuyun Palace" in the clear water far away in Xiantai.

He understood more deeply why "Wu" called them the two of them "two gems". A tea room in a candle hamlet and a tea room in a academy. Two young people of the same age, born in this era at the same time, was like a destined pair of opponents.

Or partner.
To be continued...