Tonight, the stars are all over the sky, the moon shines in the sky without sleep, Zhang Liang knows that he is sleepless but not disturbed, in the eyes of the Mo family, he is strategizing and winning thousands of miles away, but he still has little confidence in the matter of recovering Han, especially in the face of Gongzicheng, he hopes that the lord is the king of Han back then. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After tossing and turning a few times, I finally got up, and because I didn't feel sleepy, I walked around casually. Unconsciously walked to the front of the child's house, although the candle in the house had been extinguished, but faintly heard movement, out of curiosity, he walked silently to the window, looking in through a small crack open.

That night, he saw Gongzi Cheng, who was full of melancholy, closed his eyes and fell the piano with determination, and said sadly: "The pain of losing the country is still deep in my heart, but now I can't do anything, I have to bear the burden of hatred and the mission of recovering the country, everything I do is my duty, leaving this thing can only be a plaything, and I can't focus on recovering the country, what's the use of staying!" ”

That night, he saw the drunken Gongzi Cheng lying on several cases weakly, sneering at himself in the big bronze mirror in front of him: "In life, there are several years that belong to me......

Time flies, and Gongzicheng is no longer the young and careless little boy he knew back then, laughing heartlessly and casually teasing jokes.

He shook his head lightly and quietly left.

Leaning on the tree and sitting by the Weishui, he casually took out a jade flute from his sleeve and played a song indiscriminately, which matched the desolate scene at night, so he couldn't help but say: "Another year in the world, if the butterfly dances lightly." When the butterfly dance is endless, there is another string between the pianos. Single-mindedly recovering Korea, smashing the piano and complaining, the wind and smoke are gone, the wind is remnant, and everyone sighs. Who flicked it in Longjian, and the song was dispersed at the end. Looking back, he laughed with Jun and dreamed of illusory. ”

"Hahahaha......" Hearty laughter combined with a burst of crisp applause, Zhang Liang turned his head in surprise, only to see Han Xin walking slowly, without waiting for Zhang Liang to speak, he took the initiative to say: "It's also sleepless walking here, turning around on the bridge?" Zhang Liang thought that Han Xin was a man of few words, but he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to speak like this, and it was for him. Surprised to surprised, he quickly reacted and smiled gently, and responded, "Okay." ”

The two walked on the bridge, watching the flowing water under the moon, the silence of the night was lined with the crisp sound of flowing water, the breeze blew lightly, mixed with the fragrance of aquatic plants, Han Xin looked up at the distance by the railing: "The world is the world of the people of the world...... Does Mr. Zhang really agree with this? ”

Zhang Liang thought for a moment, a faint smile appeared on his beautiful face, and his voice was still calm for many years: "Mencius said: 'The Mo family has love, and it is fatherless. No father and no king, yes also. What's more, the saying that "the world is the world of the people of the world" is idealistic, but if it is implemented today, the world will be in chaos. Although Confucianism and Mo are not 'different from each other as friends', there are real differences, and the Mohists represent the beautiful sustenance of the lower class people in troubled times, but some sustenance is finally a dream because it is out of place. ”

Han Xin looked at Zhang Liang sideways, stood quietly and listened patiently, seemed to agree a little, nodded slightly, and seemed to remember something, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhang, has you ever thought about it, perhaps, Mo, is a way to go astray?" ”

Zhang Liang did not answer, and pondered for a long time before speaking: "Perhaps, there has never been a family that has gone right...... After all, the sons of a hundred schools of thought insist on their own words, after all, they are just the words of one family, and they criticize each other because of opposition, who has ever faced up to the wrong path...... Not finished, who is willing not to be recognized, learn from each other, criticize each other, learn from each other's strengths, and constantly improve, so as to become today's hundreds of schools, but in the final analysis, they will not deny the main line they are walking, and they will go down unswervingly when they identify the road, and they have never been confused, this is what they would rather be wrong than wander in troubled times and have a bad life, just walk like this, isn't it good? That is their way. ”

Han Xin's face showed a slight look of surprise, and he quickly regained his composure, revealing a mysterious smile: "What Mr. Zhang said makes a lot of sense, Han Xin understands." Zhang Liang smiled humbly and responded: "How dare you." ”

Before they knew it, it was already dawning and waning, the morning star hung high in the sky, and a bird rose from a green willow, crossed the Weishui Bridge, flashed in front of their eyes, and pierced the air into the sky, as if chasing towards that bright spot in the sky......