In Weicheng, the second place where winter falls is the private school where he studied back then.

Although the current husband is no longer his former husband, and his classmates are not his former classmates, even the scene has changed slightly, but he can still find something that is in common with the past memories, and perfectly connect the past and the present.

The private school is outside the city, and a few thatched huts are schools, which can barely block the wind in spring, just cover the rain in summer, can't support the three feet of snow on their heads in winter, and can't shut down the young man who is full of excitement in autumn.

When winter came, it was morning, and all the children were still in class, so he sat outside the window and listened to the sound of books.

Before he came, he also heard that the teacher in this private school is a big official from Luoyang City, some people say that he is returning to his hometown, and some people say that he was relegated to this border town because he committed a crime, and there are different theories.

But no matter how it came about, Mr. Teaching is a big official in Luoyang City, and everyone is in the same voice about this matter, so he didn't run away.

Therefore, many parents are willing to send their children to this private school to study, after all, people who have been big officials, are really talented and learned, if their children learn a little bit of the way to be an official, they can be a big official in Luoyang City in the future, or be a small official in Yunzhong County, it is a good thing that there is green smoke on the ancestral grave, as long as there is green smoke, it is a good thing to be big and small.

In a small border city like Weicheng, which is full of more than 10,000 people, it is already very good to have a private school, and Mr. Teaching is still a big official in the court, even in the imperial city of Luoyang, few people have this treatment, and this matter can be blown for a while.

A pure voice sounded in the school building, "Spring is late, and the trees are blooming." Cang Geng, picking Su Qiqi. ”

Immediately afterwards, dozens of chaotic reading sounds sounded like chirping sparrows, "Spring is late, and the trees are blooming." Cang Geng, picking Su Qiqi. ”

Dongluo smiled knowingly, he really deserves to be a student, and the book is loud.

The gentlemen in this private school have changed one stubble after another, and the students have gone batch after batch, and this year's reading sound should be the most and the loudest.

Dongluo is very happy.

The plan for the year is in the spring, and this year has just begun.

He was even happier.

He stood up and began pacing back and forth in the courtyard outside the schoolhouse.

As I grew older, my steps increased, and the yard that took hundreds of steps to complete as a child now only takes a few dozen steps to walk back and forth.

I don't know if the yard has become smaller, or if the steps have become bigger, or if both have changed.

The yard has become smaller, and the steps of the people have become larger.

But isn't a person's life a process of moving from small to big, and then from big to small?

Dongluo didn't know why he wanted to come here today, but he suddenly wanted to come and come and see.

I want to say to the gentleman who told him since he was a child that he can't be himself alone, sir, I was wrong, but you are not right.

People can be themselves, even if they can't do it today, they can't do it tomorrow, but they can do it one day.

As long as we have seen the heavens and the earth and all living beings, we can see ourselves, find our true self, and become our original self.

At that time, I am me, I am heaven and earth, I am sentient beings, and I can do what I want without exceeding the rules.

It's just that it's hard for a person to be himself. There is still a long, long way to go, to see many, many people, and to see many, many landscapes.

Dongluo glanced down at the footprints he left in the courtyard as he paced back and forth, and said softly, "Although this road is very long, as long as I don't stop, it is very short and short. ”

Dongluo looked up at the sky, and the white clouds in the sky flew by.

Spring comes very slowly, slowly, and always makes people look forward to it. When spring really comes, all things in heaven and earth are full of vitality, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the oriole bird sings on the branches, the girl who picks the susle is noisy, and the world is very good.

Dongluo rubbed his face vigorously, his ears and eyes were clear, and he was comfortable.

......

When it was time for lunch, the students ran home in groups with small schoolbags on their backs.

Mr. Teaching stood at the door and looked at them with a smile, and kept saying that he would run slower, the job bowl would not run, and he would not fall.

Dongluo also saw the teaching gentleman, it was unfortunate, he still knew, this teaching gentleman can come here to teach, it can be said that he has a lot to do with his Dongluo.

Zhao Liren, the former secretary of the Criminal Department of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was sent to this border town by Zhou Tianzi because he participated in the robbery of Luoyang City a year ago, and he never thought of being a teacher here.

It can be said that Zhao Liren was able to come to Weicheng because he was looking for hardships, and he was also single-handedly facilitated by his winter fall.

Zhao Liren also saw Dongluo, and after all the students left, he smiled at Dongluo, and then turned around and went to the back of the school, he is also a human, and he also wants to eat.

It's just that he has to cook his own food, and now he is no longer a high-ranking criminal secretary, just a homeless person.

After Zhao Liren left, Dongluo walked into the school building and picked a position in the front row and sat down.

Dongluo clenched his hands into fists and lay flat on the table, sitting upright, just like he did more than ten years ago, when he was young.

As Mr. and his disciples walked one by one, the classroom also changed a little.

In the middle of the room, there is a woodcut portrait, carved is a robed Confucian statue wearing a scarf, and one side of the portrait is engraved with "Virtue and heaven and earth, Taoist crown ancient and modern." The other side is engraved with the words "Delete the Six Classics, and the Constitution will last forever." ”

In the past, when the teacher of this school was still his husband, there was no such portrait, and Dongluo only learned later that every school in the world had to hang such a portrait.

At that time, there was only one couplet on both sides of the house, and I don't know if it was left by the teacher, which was written, "Reading is everywhere in the pure land, and the door is deep in the mountains." ”

The couplet is still there, but it has faded a lot, but Dongluo can still find a little trace of his childhood in it.

Dongluo grinned, as if remembering the good old days.

In addition to this original couplet, there is another couplet on the pillars on both sides, "The world is impermanent."

Shine on the moon, and there will be spring again on the horizon. ”

Dongluo thinks that this couplet should be Zhao Liren's handwriting! Only a person like him, who has stayed between ups and downs, has such a state of mind and writes such a meaningful couplet!

Impermanence shines on the moon, and there is spring again.

People who live in the temple should be the most aware of the ups and downs of officialdom, and they are also the most common.

Dongluo sat up straight, looking at the woodcut in a daze.

More than ten years have passed, and I don't know what happened to my husband and classmates.

In the last class more than ten years ago, he still didn't understand why people can't be themselves if they can do anything!

It's just that he doesn't bother with this problem now, it's not that he has figured it out, it's just that he doesn't think it's much interesting to think about it or not.

......

After Zhao Liren made a meal, he remembered the young man in the courtyard before for no reason, and he didn't know if he was gone, so he walked to the school, if not, he could stay and have a meal or something.

Zhao Liren looked at the young man sitting in the seat, and said with a smile: "Young man, have you ever gone to school in this school?"

Dongluo nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Then he added, "But that was a long time ago, about ten years ago! ”

It turned out to be a revisit, no wonder I had to pace so many steps outside the school, and it seems that there are people who hide a lot of stories in their hearts!

Zhao Liren smiled, "Have you eaten it?" If you don't give it up, Lao Yu has prepared a few porridge and side dishes, let's eat them together!"

Dongluo stood up, clasped his fists and saluted: "Since this is the case, then there is Lao Zhao Shangshu." ”

"Zhao Shangshu?" Zhao Liren was obviously stunned, but quickly shook his head, returned to normal, and said: "I didn't expect to meet someone who knows me here, but that was a long time ago, it's not worth mentioning, you still call me Mr. Zhao!"

Dongluo nodded, and followed Zhao Liren to the back of the school, and sure enough, there were a few plates of porridge and side dishes on the table.

Dongluo and Zhao Liren sat opposite each other, chatting while drinking.

Dongluo drank a bowl of porridge and said, "Is Mr. Zhao still used to such days?"

Zhao Liren gave Dongluo another bowl of porridge, and said with a chuckle: "Three thousand years of reading history is nothing more than fame and fortune, and 90,000 miles of enlightenment will eventually return to the poetry and wine pastoral." I have taken a lot of detours in the past, but now I have finally embarked on the right path again, so what is there that I am not used to, even if there is, I am not used to the old days, but now the days are good! You see! I have established people in my name, I want to establish people, I first establish people, and teaching and educating people is not just establishing people?"

Dongluo silently applauded this sentence, and he should drink a few pots of this sentence.

Dongluo took out a pot of wine from the mustard seeds and handed it to Zhao Liren, although Zhao Liren was hungry for wine, he still postponed and said: "I won't drink the wine, there are still classes to teach in the afternoon." It's easy to say the wrong thing when you drink, and we, the teachers, are the most taboo to say the wrong thing. Because no one knows if any unintentional words you say in class will be listened to by a student.

And if you say something good, then it is fine, but if you say something wrong, then the sin is great, and it is a person's life that is ruined. ”

Winter falls like being struck by lightning.

Ten years ago, wasn't it because of his husband's unintentional remark that people can't be their own, so he hasn't come out of it until today?

Dongluo just wanted to take the wine back, Zhao Liren pressed his hand and didn't let him retract it, Zhao Liren laughed and said: "Take out the wine and take it back again, don't pay attention to it, you can go to class for me this afternoon, and I won't have any wrong words." ”

Dongluo sighed, and Zhao Liren had already raised his head and drank.

Three thousand years of reading history is nothing more than fame and fortune, and 90,000 miles of enlightenment will eventually return to the poetry and wine pastoral.

He has experienced fame and fortune, but this poetry and wine are idyll, there are poems, there are pastorals, how can it be achieved without wine.

......

Dongluo clenched his fist on his lap with one hand, and sat in the position of the master, and behind him was the one that read, "Virtue and heaven and earth, the crown of the Tao is ancient and modern." Delete the six meridians of the way, and hang the constitution forever".

Dongluo, a teenager who hadn't read for a few days, suddenly felt a lot of pressure on his shoulders, but Zhao Liren was already drunk in the backyard at this time.

After all the students came, Dongluo had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Your Mr. Zhao has something to do today, so I will take this class for you." ”

The originally quiet classroom suddenly heard a burst of discussion, and several students sitting in the back row just cheered and stood up.

Dongluo lifted the ring ruler on the table and patted it lightly on the table, and the whole room was silent.

Dongluo said again: "But before the official class, I have a question for you, and the question is what kind of person you want to be when you grow up. ”

All the children looked at each other, and that was a problem. Dongluo asked them one by one, and the answers were varied, but none of them were the answers he wanted.

But Dongluo did not deny their answer, this is originally a question with no standard answer, you can answer anything, no one is wrong.

Dongluo asked, "Don't you want to be your own?"

One child replied, "Haven't we always been ourselves, why should we be ourselves?" ”

Dongluo smiled knowingly and began to lecture, listening to Xue Nianci teaching so many lessons to the two black and three black, it is still very simple to deal with these children.

He first taught the poem he learned in the morning, "Spring is late, and the trees are blooming." Cang Geng, picking Su Qiqi. ”

The children read along.

The sound of books in the school is loud, and the spring outside the school is full of spring.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~