Zheng Jing didn't know how he got back to the office, he only remembered that after the sissy said those words, he was almost stunned.

If that sissy appeared in front of him again, he would definitely be tempted to beat him up.

Then say "hello ......", forget it, or don't say it.

"I'm so angry!" Zheng Jing angrily slammed the textbook on the desk.

Seeing this, the female teacher with glasses who had a good relationship with Zheng Jing hurriedly poured a glass of water for Zheng Jing.

"Teacher Zheng, who are you angry with? Is it that Wang Yong again?"

"It's not him, but it can't be separated from him!" Zheng Jing replied angrily.

"If you want me to say, there's nothing to be angry about. Do you still remember the Buddha saying I told you before? In the past, Hanshan asked Shide and said: The world slanders me, deceives me, insults me, laughs at me, despises me, despises me, hates me, deceives me, how to deal with it? For a person like Wang Yong, you just let him jump, and the grasshopper after the autumn will be able to jump for a few days? When the solar term comes, it's not over with one kick on both legs? There is still a week left in the exam, and then it will be when he cries. There's no need to be angry with him now. The glasses teacher persuaded.

Zheng Jing immediately laughed when he heard this, and seeing that there was no one else in the office, he secretly stretched out his hand and pinched the female teacher's face.

"Or will you be considerate! Are you free for this weekend?"

"Nasty. What do you say?" the female teacher blushed and lowered her head.

Zheng Jing burst out laughing.

This scene happened to fall into the eyes of Ye Xuantong, who had just walked into the office.

It's just that Ye Xuantong didn't break it, and he didn't say anything. Zheng Jing and the two of them didn't know about the whole office, so they didn't bother to talk about it. Ye Xuantong is a good man, and he can't say anything.

Seeing Ye Xuan come in, Zheng Jing and the two hurriedly separated, pretending that nothing had happened.

Zheng Jing also took the initiative to talk to Ye Xuantong: "Teacher Ye, how is the person you were introduced to at home? If you want me to say, you might as well find one in our Tiantai." Although Yanjing is big, it is not easy to live in. Not to mention anything else, just the house price, we are not enough to buy a floor tile a month as a little teacher. Tiantai is much better, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely have the opportunity to sit in my position in the future. ”

Ye Xuantong didn't make a sound, just smiled.

If Zheng Jing knew Ye Xuantong's family background, he would definitely die of shame for his words.

Coincidentally, at this time, after Wang Yong sent Teacher Bai, he also walked into the office.

Seeing Ye Xuantong's appearance, Wang Yong couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "What's the matter, the girl is so ugly, she really can't talk about it?"

Ye Xuantong glanced at Wang Yong and said, "After looking at the photo, ugly is not ugly, but I don't like the arrogant look on my face." After chatting with her for two days, I found that I couldn't talk at all. The whole is a pampered princess who doesn't look at people properly. If it weren't for her parents, she wouldn't even look at people like me. It made me angry at the time, even if I didn't have any interest, my surname was Ye, right?

The gentle and elegant Ye Xuantong couldn't help but swear a swear word, which shows how unreliable the blind date is.

Wang Yong was afraid to pat Ye Xuantong on the shoulder and express sympathy.

Ye Xuantong is the concubine of a big family in this situation, and he can't compare with his sister-in-law at all. Even if he doesn't agree to this marriage, I'm afraid that the Ye family will force him to agree.

If I were Wang Yong, I'm afraid it would have been against the sky a long time ago. It's a pity that Ye Xuantong's personality is too similar to his name, Taoguang is obscure, and he has no action at all.

Running away from home to become a teacher in Tiantai has been the biggest struggle in his life.

"I just shared a song with my students, OneMan's Courage. I think it's quite suitable for you, so I'll listen to it when I have time. ”

Wang Yong threw down this sentence and left.

This week, he has all his classes, and if there is another class, it will be next Tuesday, and there are still four days to go. The task of urging students in these four days can only be handed over to Su Yan.

It also includes a language quiz, which is also counted in the battle medals.

In addition, Wang Yong didn't explain anything to Su Yan.

If you don't confess yourself, it's a kind of confession.

On the bus to Qingwen, Wang Yong was holding his chin and looking at the scenery passing by the window.

Every grass, every tree, every car and all the way evokes Wang Yong's memories.

Qingwen Town is where the old residence of the Wang family is located. It is an ancient town that has existed since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. At that time, it was the junction of Qi and Lu, and because the land of this town was extremely fertile, it became a place where the two countries repeatedly competed.

Books such as "Chronicles of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty", "Zuo Chuan", and "Spring and Autumn" often mention the war between the two countries over this region.

"Since ancient times, it has been famous for the anointing land, and Qilu will fight for Qingwentian", which is a description of that period of history.

In fact, Wang Yong didn't really stay in the old mansion for a long time. Since he was born, he moved to the county seat with his parents, and his grandfather was also active in the provincial capital because of his fame. At the beginning, there was a yard approved by the relevant departments in Tiantai City for the grandfather, but unfortunately with the death of the grandfather, the yard was also recovered.

Otherwise, Wang Yong would not have died begging for Bai Lai's Lai Shang's safety.

"Qingwen's, twenty yuan, hurry up and get in the car! This is the car at this point, and even this car will be gone when it's too late." If you call a taxi for 200, they may not be willing to pull you!"

As soon as Wang Yong got off the bus in the county seat, there was a short-distance passenger car to go to the township to solicit business.

It's nearly twice as expensive as usual, black, but there's no way. Because he is telling the truth. There is really only one train left at this point. If you miss it, either wait until tomorrow or take a taxi. It's just that a few years ago, because of the robbery and murder of taxi drivers, few drivers now dare to run to the countryside at night. Even if there are two daring ones, the asking price is high.

Finding out twenty yuan, Wang Yong got into the car directly without hesitation.

I finally waited for the car to start, but it was stop-and-go, but whenever I saw a person suspected of being a passenger on the road, the driver would stop and say hello. After such a long delay, it was nearly ten o'clock when I arrived in Qingwen.

Wang Yong got out of the car and looked at the somewhat unfamiliar small village, he hadn't come back for a long time, and he couldn't remember the road clearly. When the grandfather buried Wang Yong's coffin, it was still the way led by the villagers. Wang Yong cried and knelt down like that, and accompanied his grandfather to the last few miles.

Fortunately, Wang Yong went the right way and found an old mansion that had not been inhabited for a long time.

The countryside at this point is basically asleep, only the dim lights flickering on the lonely telephone pole at the mouth of the alley, so that Wang Yong can vaguely see the mottled old house gate.

With his hand on the rusty knocker of the gate, Wang Yong did not move.

This gate is older than Wang Yong's age, and time has left many traces on it. The couplet on both sides of the door was written when my grandfather was alive, and now it is completely colorless, only gray. I don't know if the few big characters on the couplets were blown away by the wind or torn by people, and only the word "people" remained. Akira is a grandfather's strong pen.

Wang Yong took a deep breath, it seemed that the wanderer who was timid in his hometown did not dare to go in for a long time.

With a bang, the door was pushed out by Wang Yong with a loud sound, which was particularly loud in the silent alley. Suddenly, the neighbor's dog barked slowly, as if it was showing off that it had found a bad guy.

Squeak, suddenly the door of the neighbor's house opened, and an old man walked out.

The old man took a flashlight to Wang Yong and muttered, "Who? That family has long been gone, and there is no anything of value at home, and the yard is full of weeds." Nothing but snakes, insects, rats, and ants have ever gone in, so let's go, there's no oil or water. ”

But he regarded Wang Yong as a thief.

Wang Yong hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Grandpa Xia, it's me, Wang Yong!"

The old man was obviously stunned for a moment, then came up and looked at it for a while, and then said with some surprise: "It's really the grandson of the Wang family." Why did you come back at this time?"

"Well, something. Wang Yong replied vaguely.

Grandpa Xia didn't ask much, just walked to his yard and found a key, and said while walking towards Wang Yong's old house: "You didn't bring the key, right? I've been cleaning the yard, it's clean! That's a lie to the bad guys. Hey, I've known your grandfather all my life, and now that he's gone, I can't help him take care of it? Maybe he'll come back one day?"

Wang Yong's grandfather lived in seclusion in Qingwen for two years, and never revealed his identity to anyone. In the eyes of these villagers, Grandpa Wang Yong is a scholar who can write big characters. This alone makes the villagers admire.

Every year during the Spring Festival, someone with eggs and pancakes will come to ask Grandpa Wang Yong to write a couplet, and then go home with joy.

They didn't know that one word from Wang Hongjin outside was enough for them to harvest crops for several years.

Grandpa Xia learned that Suo Suo opened the door and pushed it open, and under the light of the flashlight, he could clearly see the clean courtyard that had been tidied up. The old grape trellis at the door was full of small green grapes, which were blown by the wind and sprinkled like jade beads into the galaxy.

"Grandson of the Wang family, it's raining tonight, or go to my house to deal with it for the night. Your house has been uninhabited for too long, and it's too trendy. Grandpa Xia said to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong walked into the hall, and there was indeed a musty smell in the air. But this is nothing to him, he has slept in the mud when he was on a mission, and he still cares about such a little difficulty?

"Thank you, Grandpa Xia, I'll just sleep at home. Very good. Wang Yong especially emphasized the family word, and Grandpa Xia didn't insist on it.

"When I get you two candles, no one in your house pays the electricity bill, and the power has been out for a long time. Grandpa Xia said, turned around and went out to get a candle.

After a while, along with the candles, there were a few hard-boiled eggs, but I was afraid that Wang Yong would be hungry.

Wang Yong thanked Grandpa Xia and put the eggs on the table of the Eight Immortals in the hall. I don't know what age the Eight Immortals Table is, the paint has already peeled, revealing the purple-red wood inside. The egg slammed on it, making a dull thumping sound, like the sigh of this old house.

Wang Yong seems to have seen the scene of his grandfather sitting alone in the house watching the sky during his years of military service.

Grandpa often said, "Forty is not confused, fifty knows the destiny of heaven", that is the realm of a saint. I regret that I have lived most of my life and have not been able to live a "not confused".

In the years of the old house, his old man should not be confused, right?

Moved out of a small Mazha, Wang Yong sat at the door of the hall like this, quietly looking at the night sky in the courtyard.

It was really raining.

A hook-like cirrus cloud floated in the sky, pressing it low, obscuring out the moonlight that should have been. A faint wind circle can be faintly seen in the distance, as if a wormhole has been blown into the sky.

"The sky is hooked and the clouds are hooked, and the ground is raining. Wang boy, I'm leaving. When people are old, they can't stand it, and they are very tired. You should go to bed early, too. Grandpa Xia said, slowly disappearing at the gate.

Wang Yong sent Grandpa Xia away and closed the door. Standing under the green grape trellis, I suddenly felt a little sad in my heart.

I don't know if I don't go back to the old house, this time, Wang Yong suddenly remembered that he had no relatives in this world.

Grandpa is gone, but my parents are leaving.

Wang Yong only vaguely remembers the situation when his mother hugged him and begged for red envelopes when he was a child, and when he was older and sensible, it was difficult to see his mother all year round.

Wang Yong's parents are engaged in field exploration work, and the particularity of the work makes them have to travel for many years. It is difficult for Wang Yong to enjoy the same fatherly and maternal love as other children, and the education work from childhood to adulthood is basically replaced by his grandfather.

It is precisely because of Wang Hongjin, a master of Chinese studies, that Wang Yong's parents are willing to leave their children to go out to work.

When Wang Yong was eleven years old, a bad news suddenly came from Wang Yong's parents' unit, saying that Wang Yong's parents were in distress during exploration work and both fell off the cliff.

Grandpa Wang Yong, who was hit by this news, fell seriously ill, and his health has been worse every year since then. The specific news about the murder of Wang Yong's parents is vague. Wang Hongjin tried to ask the relevant units for an explanation many times, but to no avail.

In the end, the only valid information obtained was that the project that Wang Yong's parents were responsible for at that time was a national-level confidential project, and no one else had the right to access it.

Since then, the ancestral hall of the Wang family has been offered every year, and there are two more tablets.

"Providence is like a knife, and life is like grass. God cuts off how many grass mustard lives with a single knife. Wang Yong sighed leisurely.

When the sword of providence comes, who can dodge it? Now it is Wang Yong's turn.

It is difficult to say whether Wang Yong can withstand this stab.

The dim candlelight jumped, Wang Yong picked up the candle and walked into the ancestral hall of the inner room.

There are more than ten tablets in it, and Wang Yong can't remember how many generations of ancestors have been arranged.

But no matter how it changes, the three words Wang Shouren at the top will not change.

That is the root of the Wang family, and that is also the pride of the Wang family.

Seeing that there were two knives of paper and a handful of incense next to him, Wang Yong walked over and picked them up, opened them and lit them with a candle.

Then he knelt heavily in front of the ancestral hall and solemnly took the oath as when he enlisted in the army.

"Wang Yong, the descendant of the Wang family, has come to kneel down and worship your ancestors!"

Knock knock, ten heads. None of them were empty, and all of them were solid and slammed on the green brick floor, leaving a thin layer of brick foam.

The two knives of paper burned extremely vigorously, and as soon as the wind blew in, they suddenly jumped up, and the jumping tongue of fire seemed to be saying something to Wang Yong.

Looking at the tablets of the ancestors of the past dynasties through the clear firelight, Wang Yong seemed to see the heroic spirits smiling at him behind the firelight.

And the top Wang Yangming tablet seems to have a great Confucian who stands with his hands in his hands.

There was a sword hanging from his waist, a high-crowned green robe, and his face was as grim as cold. As if drawing a sword, a million iron horsemen rushed forward.

From ancient times to the present, there is only one who is qualified to be a saint, and it is not limited to "Wenzhi".

He is a scholar who has truly achieved civil governance and martial arts, and is an inner saint and an outer king.

There was a sudden sound of pages turning in the ancestral hall.

Wang Yong woke up from the fog, and when he looked sideways, it was a thin ancient book.

Wang Yong took a strange look, but it was a book of "Biography" that I don't know who copied it.

This is Wang Yangming's masterpiece, and this book records his quotations and academic letters. The origin of the word Chuanxi comes from the word Chuanbu Hu in the Analects.

The first thing that generations of mental researchers should study is this "Biography".

Wang Yong opened it casually and saw that there was a sentence written on the title page.

"In the end of the Ming Dynasty, Wenchen won with soldiers, and he was not as benevolent as he was. When in doubt, the gods become more and more determined, and their wisdom is exhausted, although they are highly talented, they also have the advantage of the middle. ”

This is the evaluation of Wang Yangming in "History of the Ming Dynasty: The Biography of Wang Shouren", and highly praises Wang Yangming's literary and martial achievements. even gave the evaluation of Wenchen's way of using soldiers, which has never been seen before or since.

However, this copy of the booklet does not seem to be the same.

Underneath this paragraph, there are three words.

I'm not convinced!

The words are like swords, piercing the back of the paper.

Who? Who is not convinced? Since they are not convinced, why would they leave such a booklet in the Wang ancestral hall?

When I turned it again, it was the original text of the whole text. The strokes are still sharp, like a forest of swords, guns and halberds, if you look at it for a long time, your eyes will be hurt by this sharp stab.

Writing to such an extent that the people who copied this booklet can be regarded as a generation.

It's just that how could he disagree with Wang Yangming? What is the story in between?

Wang Yong was puzzled.

A booklet was flipped through with a bang, and when it came to the last page, Wang Yong's eyes jumped suddenly.

I was startled by the words on the last page and sat down on the ground.

"Look up at the sky, there is no one like me!"

Domineering, arrogant, rigid and wild, no one in sight...... All kinds of words can't describe Wang Yong's feelings.

Wang Yong only felt that these ten words were even more fierce than the chilling sword intent that burst out of the entire booklet, almost to the point where people were terrified when they saw the words.

"How can there be such a person! Who the hell is he!" Wang Yong picked up the pamphlet that had fallen on the ground, and his heart fluttered and beat non-stop.

That kind of domineering momentum is really powerful, whether it is the meaning of the poem or the handwriting and pen, it is not bound by paper, conveying the meaning of oppression.

Even a person like Wang Yong, who is accustomed to seeing blood, can hardly resist the awe-inspiring killing intent in it.

Before Wang Yong said that the will of heaven is like a knife, but now he really feels the will of heaven like a knife.

The owner of this booklet is providence!

Jingle bell~

At this time, a ringtone suddenly rang, but it was Wang Yong's mobile phone.

Wang Yong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and took out his mobile phone.

A gust of wind blew, and Wang Yong could even feel the clammy and cold feeling on his back. That's the result of sweating through the clothes.

Like shaking off the hot potato, Wang Yong put the booklet back on the altar. Then he left the ancestral hall as if he had fled.

The call came from Yin Xia.

Wang Yong answered the phone in wonder, not knowing what Yin Xia was looking for him.

"Teacher Wang, have you slept? I'm sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night. I'm really ...... I don't know how to say it......" Yin Xia seemed to be quite annoyed in his words.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yong asked with some curiosity.

"That's right, the company wants me to write a few more songs and take the opportunity to release a record to try the market. But...... I wrote a piece of music today, and I couldn't find the right words to fill it in. That feeling, Mr. Wang, do you understand? It's painful. I was afraid that I would delay the company's production plan, so I thought of you and wanted you to help me write a poem. ”

"But...... I don't know much about music. ”

"It's okay, like you said last time, poetry is music. I'll put the tune on to you, and you can fill it in according to it. Yin Xia said.

"That's ...... All right. Wang Yong reluctantly agreed.

Then there was a burst of music in the telephone receiver, even after the rough treatment of the radio waves, the rhythm at the beginning still made Wang Yong stunned.

At the beginning, there was a loud sound of a big pipa, like a glimmer of heaven and earth sound rising from the bottom of the lake, slowly, slowly, and suddenly speeding up. The timbre also began to change, with instruments such as the pipa and the drum simulating the drums of war on the battlefield, followed by the sound of a horn of slaughter played by the wind and percussion instruments.

Wang Yong seemed to see the soldiers in the column rushing towards the enemy army like a tide, the war horses with their trunks in a low row were preparing for the sprint, the snow was as bright as frost knives and guns, and the killing intent rose from the camps of the two armies and pierced the dome.

Zheng!

There was another lute sound, and the scene suddenly became magnificent. The use of the pipa string twisting technique depicts the tragic battle scene in an instant. The sound of people turning their backs, the clash of swords and guns, the sound of blood spraying, and the shouts of soldiers are all conveyed between the notes. Thrilling and soul-stirring.

The impassioned piece lasted for a long time, and finally faded away. A flute sound whimpering from the moonlight tide brings people back to reality.

It was as if a blood-stained general was looking at the field, with both tragedy and determination in his eyes. With a swoop of spears, the banner hunted, and a man and a horse disappeared into the autumn wind.

At the end of the song, Wang Yong still had an ancient saying lingering in his mind: "But the king of the world will win the name before and after his death." ”

"Teacher Wang, Teacher Wang?" Yin Xia's worried voice came from the other end of the phone. She thought that Wang Yong didn't think it sounded good, so she stopped speaking.

"Ah, I'm here. Wang Yong hurriedly replied. "Yin Xia, this song is very good, I took it! I promise to give you a perfect lyrics!"

"Great! Thank you, Mr. Wang, I'm going to record a song, goodbye. Someone on the other end urged Yin Xia, and Yin Xia hung up the phone in a hurry.

And Wang Yong held his mobile phone, and seemed to be still immersed in that magnificent and fierce song, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

Click!

A flash of lightning flashed through the night sky, and purple electric flames swirled in the air and exploded on the rooftops.

Boom, the raindrops the size of beans came in an instant, and the smashed green tiles clanged.

The storm struck without warning, just like the murderous machine that invaded like fire in the song.

Wang Yong looked out the window, and suddenly a flash of inspiration jumped out of the window.

He seemed to understand the dignified killing intent in that book, and he also seemed to hear the Zheng Zheng sword soldiers in Yin Xia's song.

Smack!

Wang Yong is like a drunken drunk, ignoring the majestic rain and casually punching and kicking in the rain. The raindrops splashed on him, shattering into petals and wetting his clothes.

However, Wang Yong's moves in his hands were not affected, like a knife and gun, sharply stabbing through the heavy rain curtain and pointing straight to the sky.

A song followed.

"Kankan Vatan, the river of Ningzhi is dry. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my boat

This is a ballad from the Book of Songs, and it lets us know in a few words

Providence is like a knife, life is sloppy, and if you don't want to break your eyebrows, you have to bend down

The wind is like a knife, life is grass, and the wind blows the grass and sneers

I also dreamed of the ends of the earth, and I also sold my sword for a sword

But there are always people who have been singing, that ballad that has been passed down for thousands of years

For whom to cut down the sandalwood, to whom to repair the ship, to have no clothes, and to wear it with the son

With a knife in his mouth, he cuts through the ballad

Thousands of years of grievances can be erased with one sword

Providence is like a knife, and human life is like grass. If it is grass mustard, why not be afraid of the wildfire?

If it is grass mustard, why not be afraid of the wildfire?"