Every year, on the eighth day of the month, Juxian Academy holds its entrance exam, while the official start of the school is on the tenth day.
Before dawn, Shen Chengyao set off with his three sons and two daughters. Today, the weather was unusually cold, as if one's breath could turn to ice. It was a day when the snow was melting.
When the four of them arrived at the gate of Juxian Academy, carriages already lined the area, and people stood everywhere.
Xiao'er, with her sharp eyes, spotted Shen Chengguang and Shen Jingwen, father and son, standing nearby a man dressed as a scholar. The old man was speaking to Shen Jingwen.
Shen Jingwen stood straight, bowing his head respectfully as he listened.
For the first time, Xiao'er saw the word "respect" on him.
"Dad, Uncle and Cousin are there!" Xiao'er tugged at Shen Chengyao's sleeve, signaling their direction with her eyes.
Shen Chengyao looked over and indeed saw his big brother, his nephew, as well as his father-in-law.
