In the tribute courtyard, after receiving the candle, Chu Junwen found his own house. He first took out the oilcloth on the top of the basket and hung it at the door of the house to block the wind and rain outside, and then he set up a plank and checked the contents of the basket by the dim light.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, all available. Moreover, at first glance, it is much better than what Uncle Li Wenwen prepared. Chu Junwen couldn't help but fall into deep thought, who is he?

Perhaps, really brother-in-law?

There's a little excitement in my heart, and then I quickly get those emotions out of my head. He is a natural test god, and he is naturally good at dealing with exams, just like Mr. Devil May Cry's judgment of distance and timing, he also has his own talent, that is, once he faces an exam, he will become extremely calm, and he can even perform at a super level.

Therefore, no matter how ordinary he seems on weekdays, once he enters the examination room, he can get amazing results.

He may not be able to do well in the exam, and he will not be able to write articles that will be famous through the ages, but his performance is very stable, and people can't find flaws. It is also because of this that his results can always be in the upper middle.

Now, the hour was still early, so he simply rested for a while. When he entered the examination room so long in advance, he had already taken the advantage compared to other candidates who were still suffering outside.

Finally, the sky gradually dawned.

Chu Junwen, who was lying on the wooden board and was asleep, immediately woke up by himself, patted his cheek, made himself sober, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and set them one by one......

The ink-stained wolf hair was cut into the snow-white paper.

With a flick of the pen, the snow-white paper was cut open, revealing a black wound.

This pen is held by a big hand, and the big hand is suspended in the air, but it is as steady as Mount Tai. The grip was tight, as if it was not holding a pen at all, but a knife.

The pen walked the dragon and snake, and soon, the word "Cai Wei" jumped on the paper. Although the culture is not very good, it is a very ghostly crying word, but it is unexpectedly good, and it also contains a sharp style.

Ghost Cry raised his hand, put down the brush, and said to Cai Wei: "These two words are Cai Wei." ”

"That's my name!" Cai Wei was a little excited, she knew the word "Cai", but she didn't know the word "Wei", this word was a bit complicated for her.

The ghost cried and smiled, and took out a book, this book was bought in the bookstore when he came back, a simple blue cover, two words last time, this book, it is called "The Book of Songs".

Cai Wei just needs to recognize words, originally pinyin is a very useful artifact, but it can't be used in this world, so she can only use a stupid way, take a book, and teach her to know all the words in it.

Ghost Cry chose the "Book of Songs", anyway, she has to know the words, it is better to let her be edified by the way, and the poems are always much easier to memorize than anything else, and they don't seem so boring.

"This book, for you. ”

In an instant, Cai Wei's eyes lit up, she hurriedly took the book, saw the cover, and shouted happily: "I know these two words, it's called the Book of Poetry, right?"

Ghost Cry smiled and nodded, took the book and turned to one of the pages, and said to Cai Wei: "Come and see, this poem is called "Xiao Ya Cai Wei", and your name comes from here. ”

"Really?"

"Well, I'll read a sentence, and you learn a sentence. ”

"Good !!" Cai Wei almost jumped up excitedly, and was pressed back into the chair by Ghost Cry.

......

Chu Junwen quickly completed the problem-solving, and now that his mind is clear, and as soon as his heart moves, he writes it out and writes it quickly.

Next door, there was a sudden sound of vomiting, and the stench instantly filled the air. The patrol officer heard the movement and hurried over.

Then, there was chaos next door, and there was a constant sound of vomiting, and suddenly one person shouted: "It's a ghost, it's a ghost, it's a ghost!!

Chu Junwen was stunned for a moment, and then saw the patrol officer carrying a half-conscious candidate who was talking nonsense out of his mouth.

This candidate, Chu Junwen still has some impressions, it is said that this handsome young candidate is named Li Yu, a famous prodigy in Bashu, known as the poetry and sword, and is one of the strong contenders for the champion of this exam.

It's just that I didn't expect that on the first day, he was out. Chu Junwen was a little puzzled, logically speaking, the other party was in strong health, how could it be him!

Soon, throwing the question out of his mind, and even automatically discarding the stench next door, Chu Junwen fell into the article again.

Outside the examination room, some people hugged their heads and cried.

Gambling is illegal on the surface, but it has been repeatedly banned, and even some darers have hit the idea in the examination room, betting on which candidate can be in high school and which candidate can be the top student in high school.

And Li Yu, as a famous figure, naturally has many people who put the treasure on him.

As a result, he will be carried out on the first day, which immediately makes gamblers mourn.

Outside the examination room, Li Yu sat up in shock: "It's a ghost!"

Then, he spurted three liters of blood, and finally fainted completely.

When a gambler saw this, he slammed his head against the wall. He had gotten the news before that it was Li Yu who had met a ghost, so not only did he not recognize that Li Yu would be affected, but he thought that he had a great chance of winning, so he bet all his net worth on it.

Isn't it just a ghost, this thing is not uncommon. Historically, many merry scholars have encountered ghosts, and they continue to take exams after a night of romance, and there are many high school champions.

Of course, it's not that after the merry scholar fell into a ghost, he became the top student in high school. It's because they have such talent that they are favored by those glamorous ghosts.

But the vast majority of people don't know, they stubbornly believe that it is a good thing for scholars who are rushing to take the exam to meet ghosts, and it is a lottery. As a result, it seems that there are many people who have been pitted by the lottery.

A gambler who hurried to hear the news scolded: "Isn't it just a ghost of the day! What's the big deal, bullshit poetry and sword are both unique, bullshit and Shu prodigy, Lao Tzu is the ghost of the day." ”

Li Wenwen's family also heard the news, and they immediately had mixed feelings. They didn't know what was going on in the examination room, which would cause a young talent to be made like this, so they were worried. But this young talent is out, which means that Chu Junwen has one more chance, so he seems a little happy, in short, happy and worried.

Today, there are many people jumping off buildings, and there are also many people jumping into rivers.

Old Ghost Lin looked like a zombie, walked out of the casino, looked up at the sky, it was still drizzling in the sky, and the sky was covered with thin clouds, but he felt that the sky was so dazzling, piercing his heart.

The rain was cold, freezing his blood, his flesh was shaking, his heart was shaking, and he felt the whole world spinning.

He walked like a walking corpse, walking blindly, falling to the ground, covered in mud, he got up numbly, and continued to walk blindly and aimlessly.

Before he knew it, he came to the small courtyard where the ghost was crying. The ghost was not at home, and the big black horse was lying lazily in the stable, eating grass weakly. Cai Wei bought it, and the chickens in the yard were not afraid of the rain, and under the rain, they picked up the soil and stones in the yard, found the earthworms and centipedes, and then competed with each other to eat them.

The window was open, and through the window, Old Ghost Lin could see his daughter sitting at the desk inside. She was dressed in beautiful clothes, wore a beaded hairpin on her head, held a pen, and crawled in front of the table to write and draw.

Old Ghost Lin's hand was held on the door of the small courtyard. This gate is useless, and the entire courtyard is surrounded by a fence, which is only more than half a person high, as long as it is an adult, it can be easily crossed. The fence of the yard was not used to protect people at all, so naturally the door was not locked.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not push the door open. This door is in his heart. As long as he wanted to push open the door, it was as if he had seen the ghost cry, the narrow eyes of the ghost cry, and the corpses that died tragically at the hands of the ghost cry.

For a long time, he stood like a sculpture outside the courtyard.