Chapter 342
Sjepan's "small class" is not available every day, and once a week, you have to take a break.
The children were very unhappy, because that would mean that they would have to go and read the ancient texts that day.
"Why rest?" The children refused to give up, "We don't rest, how can you rest as a gentleman?" β
Sjepan was surprised: "It is a natural thing for people to rest!" You can't always work, can you? I used to have two days off a week! You guys have to work overtime on Saturdays, which is not a good idea! If you don't let me rest, I'll die of overwork. β
"What do you mean by death from overwork?"
"It's just that in class, I suddenly fell to the ground and died of exhaustion." Sjepan said, and made a gesture of falling to the ground, his limbs twitching.
The children laughed, this Mr. Yang, who only attends classes for one hour a day, for some reason has to take a day off for six days, and said that if he doesn't rest, he will be exhausted to death - such laziness is really unheard of.
So on his days off, Sjepan had to go out and play, and even if a student came to him on this day to ask questions, he would say, tomorrow, wait until tomorrow, I don't go to work today, so I can't answer questions.
Brother Jiu secretly thought that this guy had implemented the "Labor Law" very thoroughly.
Not only did he want to rest, but he also insisted that Brother Jiu should give him "benefits", and the so-called benefits were to go out with him.
"Ask Lao Wu to accompany you out, I recently followed the starling brother to do chores in the criminal department, and I was tired of a thief to death, can you let me go?"
"The more tired you are, the more you have to go out and exercise more!" Sjepan refused to let him go, "Lao Wu has the smell of meat buns, which is easy to attract dogs, I don't want him to accompany him!" β
Brother Jiu laughed when he said it, and Wu Seventeen next to him was about to cry.
Helplessly, Brother Jiu had to give up his laziness and accompany Schipan to go out for a walk.
It is already the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and the autumn wind is together, the sassy yellow leaves are shaking like gold flakes, the summer heat subsides, and the people are much more comfortable.
"Come to think of it, in half a month, it will be Hongli's boy's birthday," Brother Jiu said, "When the time comes, you have to remind me to give gifts." β
"How old?"
"Two years old."
Sjepan sighed softly, "It's terrible. β
Brother Jiu smiled: "A two-year-old child, it scared you to death?" β
"But no, you can kill people at the age of one, and what can you do at the age of two? When I was 10 or 20 years old, I don't know how many people I had to kill. β
Brother Jiu wanted to laugh at him for exaggerating, but after thinking about it, during the Qianlong period, both the literary prison and the high pressure on the people were much more violent than his predecessors, and under the hypocritical surface of Wei Guangzheng, there was an extreme tyranny and cruelty buried - saying "I don't know how many people have to be killed" is actually not wrong.
Brother Jiu also sighed: "What is wrong with this child?" Qianlong was fine thirteen years ago, but in the thirteenth year, he suddenly turned to ......"
Historically, Qianlong's early reign was quite Confucian, with leniency and benevolence as the main tone, and all the clansmen who convicted his father were Zhaoxue, and even once pressed the standards of the literary prison to a very low level, completely putting on a posture to contradict his father.
However, somehow, from the thirteenth year of Qianlong, the emperor's style changed abruptly, and he changed from a liberal Confucianism to a strict Legalist.
In this regard, several elder brothers have their own opinions, and the tenth elder brother said that it is clear in the history books that the cause is the death of the queen Fucha, so Hongli's child is a love species. Eighth Brother said that it was just a fuse.
The eighth elder brother believes that the number thirteen is the key, Yongzheng has been in power for thirteen years, so Hongli has been singing for thirteen years, and when he is rebellious enough, he has embarked on his father's old path, the so-called "no matter how much we hate our parents, when we grow up, we will become our parents."
Yin Zhen was very sad when she heard it: "This kid, why do you hate me so much?" β
"It's kind of weird." Brother Jiu pondered, "As far as the current point of view, Hongli and my fourth brother have the best relationship, it stands to reason that when he grows up, he should put his father first, but judging from the records in the history books, it is Huang Ama who really makes him feel loving, he mentions my fourth brother, always not salty or light, there is no truth at all in the complicated clichΓ©s, the so-called filial piety is just polite maintenance, and the discerning person knows that the relationship between father and son is very poor." I thought it was the fourth brother who was not good to Hongli, and he didn't care about it in infancy, which caused Hongli to dislike him - now it doesn't seem to be, according to today's view, Hongli was almost brought up by my fourth brother, so why is this? Where did my fourth brother feel sorry for him for making him so angry? β
Sjepan snorted, "Hongli is a little monster, and monsters can't be inferred from normality. β
Brother Nine glared at him fiercely: "You! Sooner or later, I'm going to have bad luck with your mouth! β
At that time, the two of them walked along the moat at will, the gurgling water was beside them, in the bright sunshine, the summer flowers bloomed the last splendor, and occasionally a few birdsongs, which was more quiet and leisurely.
Brother Nine rode a mares, which was his favorite horse, with a gentle and deep personality, and Sjepan rode a small white stallion, only one year old, with a very naughty personality, sometimes leaving the avenue to chase butterflies, or just for the sake of delicious young grass to deviate from the goal, and was thrown farther and farther away by Brother Jiu's horse.
"Hey! Let's go! Sjepan tugged at the reins angrily, "Don't eat it!" Look! Yinyu is far away! β
Brother Jiu was in the distance, smiling and bending over.
"What horse follows what master." He smiled, "Look at you, you are greedy, you found a horse, and your mouth is so greedy!" β
Sjepan also laughed: "Then I won't ride it." β
He jumped off his horse.
Brother Jiu was helpless: "What do you want to do?" Swap with me? β
"No, you don't." "Let's ride a horse." β
"Nope." Brother Jiu glared at him, "I don't have a horse to ride!" My horse is very expensive, you fat man will crush it if you come up! β
When Sjepan heard this, he immediately said: "I have lost weight!" I haven't eaten dinner in a week! I lost fifteen pounds! β
As soon as he complained like this, Brother Jiu had no choice but to agree to the two of them riding a horse together.
Sjepan tied the reins to his arm and sat behind Brother Jiu, while the little white horse followed behind the red horse, scurrying all the way forward.
"You really didn't have dinner?" Brother Jiu looked back at him, "Where did the meals that were brought to the study go every night?" β
Sjepan looked up at the sky: "...... It was a late-night snack. β
Brother Jiu was happy: "Morning and evening, it will enter your stomach, and I am embarrassed to say that I lost weight!" β
"I've lost weight, really! I asked Lao Wu to give me half of each meal. β
Brother Jiu sighed: "You, don't lose weight, you don't want to be a bodybuilder, you should eat as much as you want, dieting will only cause a rebound, exercise more in the future, get up in the morning and go out for a run." β
"You're with me?"
Brother Jiu wanted to turn around and slap him: "I have to get up and go to the court on the fourth watch and run with you?" You're still not letting me sleep? β
Sjepan laughed: "If only I had an official, I would accompany you to the court." β
"Hmph, come less. It's okay to be a Beijing official, but if you become an official from outside, you don't want to go back to Beijing. How? Thinking about running out? β
As soon as Brother Jiu said this, Sjepan was silent.
After a while, he finally said, "Yinyu, some time ago, you were actually really angry, weren't you?" β
It's okay not to mention it, but as soon as I mentioned it, Brother Jiu's anger came out again: "Can I not be angry!" Is there anyone in the world who is so ungrateful as you?! β
Sjepan hugged him from behind, he pressed against the root of the ninth elder brother's ear, and whispered, "Yinyu, I'm sorry." β
Brother Jiu didn't say anything, just silently looked at the road ahead.
"If I knew you would be so angry, I wouldn't have said those words." He continued angrily, "Later, when you left, I realized that I had done something wrong......
"Actually, you didn't say anything wrong." Brother Jiu suddenly interrupted him, "I really didn't think about it, you also need a reasonable position. β
"But that's not important." Sjepan paused before adding, "Nothing else matters more than making you happy." β
Brother Jiu's soft heart jumped slightly.
"I don't want to see you unhappy, Yinyu, now that I've figured it out, a thing, no matter how good it is, if it makes you unhappy, then it's not worth my doing."
A sour feeling similar to a small silver awl pounding his chest once again surfaced in the heart of the ninth elder brother.
"You're going to betray yourself sooner or later, Sjepan." He finally said in a dumb voice, "It's okay for a day or two, but after a long time, you will hate me." β
For a long time, Brother Jiu only heard the horse's hooves ticking under his feet, and it was a long time before he heard Sjepan's answer.
"I don't feel like it's a betrayal of myself. Yinyu, you don't know what kind of life I've lived in the past few years, no emotion, no companionship, just work after work every day, and there are people in the institute who show favor to me, but I can't accept it, I don't dare to open the door, last time, Shen Peilun opened it, he smashed it inside, and then he left, leaving me alone by the rubble, standing for five years. β
Brother Jiu held his breath and listened silently.
"What does that feel like, Yinyu, do you understand? Like a dead man. I could hear someone knocking on the door outside, but I didn't dare to open it, I was afraid that as soon as I opened the door, the people outside would be frightened by the pile of rubble, and I squatted on the edge of the pile of rubble, and I didn't even have the strength to get up and open the door. This time, if it weren't for the poisoner who smashed my door, I might have to stay in hiding like this, and it wouldn't get any better in my life. β
After saying this, Sjepan laughed again: "So I'm so happy now, I have nothing to hide, my pile of rubble has been seen by you, the door is gone, even Hongyang can run in and step on and jump." Strangely, I've never had it easier. If it is said that I can come back from the state of a dead person and live a good life again, if this is a betrayal of myself, then I would rather betray myself. Now, instead of an empty pile of rubble, there is a man who can make me love him again, who will make me sleep soundly at night, and the thought of seeing him again tomorrow makes my heart happy, and I feel that there is hope for this day - and if it means betraying myself, then I welcome this betrayal very much. β
Brother Jiu only felt the blood throbbing in his body, and he wanted to say something, but he felt that something hard was stuck in his throat, like a coagulated tear.
"Don't rush to respond to me, Yinyu." "There are many kinds of love in the world, and I don't have to say that you love me in person that I feel reciprocated. I'm hungry for those, too, but if you're not happy, I'm not going to force you to give me those things. In fact. As long as I have you in my life, I am already very satisfied. (To be continued.) )