The rampant time of heavy snow has passed, and at this moment, only the desert snow left after the failure of the counterattack between heaven and earth remains. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIn this world, between this huge city, every diligent male owner has swept away the snow in front of his house. Against this backdrop, in one of the inconspicuous alleys, the layer of snow was quietly left there and laid on the ground. It's not that it's not an uninhabited remote courtyard, as evidenced by the warm yellow candlelight coming out of the narrow courtyard in front and behind the courtyard at night.

At this time, a dignified-looking man was walking around this small alley. Hanging his head down, sometimes walking, suddenly giving a hot breath to his clasped hands, sometimes suddenly stopping, kicking the snow under his feet.

Under the gray sky, for the dyed and dark yellow lanterns hanging high not far away, the man only occasionally glanced at the warm orange lamp, but he was still wandering alone in the cold, not daring to stop half a step under the candle flame when passing by, let alone knocking on the door that seemed to yearn for a warm world. I don't know if he was afraid of the master's refusal, or simply couldn't pull it down, in short, he was hesitating.

And as time passed, he had to make a decision. Whether to knock on this door, or to turn away.

This seems simple and straightforward, but for him, it is tantamount to the emperor's determination to do great things in the world - for him, what is determined is the fate of the future, that is, the fate he will carry.

In fact, he didn't have a choice, fate didn't give him more than a choice, or rather, it wasn't a multiple-choice question at all. This is evidenced by the fact that the door was opened after he had just made up his mind to knock on the door—the people on the other side of the door had been waiting for him—no matter how much he hesitated in the invisible corner outside the door, the people inside the door were convinced that he would knock! The only difference is who knocks on the door.

This is a fill-in-the-blank question, not a multiple-choice dilemma.

"No money! There is only a bowl of porridge, you hurry away! Don't stay at my doorstep and bring bad luck to my house! As if it were a script, the rhythmic knock on the door sounded, and the door was opened, and then with the impatient sound of the repellent, a bowl of porridge was heard.

If everything is not described with tacit understanding, it is simply a waste of those words.

As for the visitor who was "handed-out", he stood still in place. Although the bowl he subconsciously took was still in his hand, the whole person was still confused. It's a pity that the moment he knocked on the door, he was not qualified to be confused and hesitate.

As far as the eye can see, he is neatly dressed and clean, so of course he will not be a beggar who has come to beg. Even so, he still held the bowl of porridge that had long since lost its temperature, and stood motionless.

After a long time like this, the strong man let out a silent sigh in the darkness. Poured out the thin rice porridge that had cooled to room temperature in his hand, threw the porcelain bowl to the ground, and he turned around and left without looking back. Walk through the streets of rare human figures, through guarded gates, through huge, well-guarded courtyards, and finally return to your remote dwellings. Close the door and light the lamp, the man who has always been speechless, just spit out the thing that has been in his mouth.

It is a piece of brocade cloth, a brocade cloth with a few lines of small characters written on it.

Moving closer and scrutinizing it, he wondered and then repeated, before he finally shoved the piece back into his mouth and swallowed it.

With his own decades of ambush, just in exchange for a small injury to the enemy?

For the family, his life, these decades of hard work, is really not worth mentioning!

Even so, what can you do? No matter what the reason, he is just strictly obedient to orders, even if it is his own life that is lost, even if the people above are just a whim!

I'm just a dog in the family! The master's command shall not be disobeyed.

"Hehehe......" He shook his head, still showing a bitter and helpless smile after all......

The same night and the same city, there is no moon in the sky, there is surprisingly little starlight, there is a desert of snow between the sky and the earth, and there may be a cold wind in the sky.

No one knows and no one knows, and the city under the stars continues its daily life. That pretended to be entangled in the man is an episode, resounding in all corners of the city, before everything is divided, it can be described as a scripture that is difficult to read in every family. Categorized in this way, a similar episode occurred in one of the many inns in the city.

It's Lee Seung-do, them.

I went out yesterday evening to find the Shangguan Yi who should have become a talent. It's a pity that things don't go as people want, and Lee Chengdao has not been able to find out the slightest information. Even who Shangguanyi is, whether it is a man or a woman, no one can give a definite answer.

In other words, the money was spent, and the time was delayed, but Li Chengdao did not get the due return.

This may not be the same thing, after all, everything is a ridiculous luxury. Ask Xiao Ba Niangzi what he might know - Gao Tong, who was waiting for their news with Lee Seung-do after being silent all the way, suddenly told him this in the evening today.

Suddenly remembered a bad joke.

A man prepares to go into the bathroom to take a bath after his wife has taken a shower. At this moment, the doorbell rang.

The wife quickly wrapped herself in a bath towel and rushed to the door.

When she opened the door, the neighbor was standing.

Before she could speak, the neighbor said, "If you take the bath towel off, I'll give you 3,000 yuan."

The woman thought for a while, then took off the bath towel and stood naked in front of the neighbor. After a few seconds, the neighbor handed her 3,000 yuan and left.

The woman rewrapped her towel and returned to the house.

When she stepped into the bathroom, her husband asked her, "Who is it?" ”

"It's a neighbor," she replied.

"Oh," said the husband, "did he mention that he still owes me 3,000 yuan?" ”

It is almost similar to Li Chengdao at this time, and he suffered a dumb loss after the news was not shared, if he could really get some information from Baling.

When Lee Seung-do laughed at himself and self-reflected, everything naturally quieted down. The atmosphere seems to be a little weird, at least, for the Li family Xiaoba opposite Li Chengdao.

The person on the other side was still that strange and familiar appearance, and now she calmed down and looked carefully, but the girl felt that although the second brother in the mask was still plain and unconcealable, he was far away from the second brother who was indifferent to everything on the road. In a word, she has never seen such a second brother. It was Li Chengdao's unseen posture that frightened the girl, so that she sat here and looked a little overwhelmed.

Sit upright with your hands on your knees. With his head slightly lowered and a quiet face, he occasionally looked at him secretly, occasionally at the snow outside the window, and occasionally at the candle flame fluttering in the wind. Li Chengdao didn't make a sound, and the girl pursed her mouth, not knowing what to say - she was called by Li Chengdao, and Li Chengdao looked strange at this moment, so she naturally didn't want to take the lead.

The weird atmosphere, from the temperature in the room to the girl's feeling, is a little hot. Perhaps it was the psychological effect of the girl's influence, because the wind outside the window with the chill of a snowy night was blowing in happily.

"Do you know Shangguanyi?" Without noticing anything, Li Chengdao said abruptly.

"Who?" The girl managed to be taken aback.

was bored and maliciously guessing.,Suddenly the protagonist came out with a sentence.,I can't think about it without being empty.。

"Shangguan Yi, that is, Shangguan Yi" repeated, Li Chengdao didn't see through the girl's mind.

"That Shangguan Yi who was a monk?" The girl raised her eyebrows, and then showed a strange look, "The Shangguan Yi who composes poems and is quite beautiful?" ”

"You know?" Tilting his head slightly, Li Chengdao was secretly surprised.

Of course, Li Chengdao of Shangguan has heard of it, and it is precisely because of the existence of Shangguan Ti that he has no good impression of Shangguan Yi Li Chengdao.

"I've heard of it.,Hongwenguan straight bachelor.,Responsible for school classics.,Sometimes I look for books.,I've seen a few faces" The girl showed a gossipy expression, "What's the matter, did he provoke the second brother?" ”

"If you insist on saying it, it can only be said that you obey his talents and despise his virtues, almost" Li Chengdao shook his head, and after being silent for a while, he finally decided to say two more sentences: "His poetry style is biased towards Qi wrong and charming, and it is completely against the appetite of literati, scholars and even dignitaries."

"His experience, as you said, was that he became a monk in his early years. When he was a child, his father Shangguan Hong was killed in the Jiangdu Rebellion, and Shangguan Yi was spared because of hiding. It can be said that in order to avoid trouble, he shaved himself and became a monk. Of course, it can also be said that he shaved his hair and became a monk because he was poor and had no way. In that era, as a child who had lost the protection of his elders, such a choice was definitely good; Because at that time, Buddhist temples with enough money, land and strength could indeed be called a pure land. So in the temple, he was able to study the Buddhist scriptures, be proficient in the "Three Treatises", and dabbled in the history of the scriptures, and was good at making articles. In this regard, when he was young, he had more contact with the people, not because the people were suffering; But it's not like it's untouchable, and it's a pity that it doesn't show it in his poems – I can't get used to seeing the hard work of the people turning a blind eye."

"But the poems written by Shangguan Yi are really popular with the scholars, and Xiaoba also thinks they are very beautiful" The girl secretly pursed her lips and recovered her nervous nature, "The poems written by the second brother Xiaoba don't like it very much, and every time the mood is messed up"

The second brother can't be jealous, right? But it's not like it, the second brother is too lazy to care about this, otherwise those scholars who talk nonsense would have been taught a lesson by the second brother! So why?

"The difference in concept" Li Chengdao didn't make her feel much distressed, and the hoarse voice that followed was low and steady, "Poetry has developed to the present, and everyone has their own understanding of its specific meaning, clear characteristics, and reason for existence. In this regard, Shangguan Yi took the line of response and harmony, and had a tendency to attach importance to the formal skills of poetry and pursue the beauty of poetry. For me, pragmatism is more important; At the very least, it should be an expression of personal feelings or a sense of life."

"It's like people want to eat, the essence is to fill their stomachs, but some people like coarse tea and light rice, while some people like the delicacies of the mountains and the sea. Coarse tea and light rice are close to the public, but the excessive pursuit of delicacies from the mountains and seas will gradually make people become insatiable, and correspondingly ignore other aspects? The girl nodded her little head, as if she understood or not.

"It's not very appropriate, but it can be described as such"

"The second brother wants to find Shangguanyi, is this because of this?" The girl was a little bored.

"I'm bored, I want to meet the legendary Shangguan Yi and see if his talent and virtue are worthy of my convincing or contempt. After all, I've never seen it, and it's somewhat inappropriate to give him such an evaluation."

"The second brother still cares about this?" The girl was taken aback.

"The attitude towards intellectuals indicates the degree of civilization of the whole country, and the attitude towards the peasants and the common people tests the conscience of the whole country," Lee Seung-do seemed to make a joke, "Do you think the views of some people you have seen are un......ashamed?"

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This book is derived from reading books