This time the heart sacrifice lasted for three whole days, and the grain of rice did not enter a drop of water, and it almost broke the bones. Duanmu has lived for so long, how can he bear what ordinary people can do? He experienced the grief of the death of his relatives in the Spring and Autumn Period, saw the most tragic scenes in the world during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and listened to the most majestic tragic songs in ancient and modern times in Yashan, he has seen too much, heard too much, and experienced too much.

With such a mind, it stands to reason that there should not be any major mood swings, let alone tears. But only when he thinks of his master, when he thinks of the master who always sits on the apricot altar, stands on the top of the mountain, and walks on the side of the flowing water to teach the disciples beside him, Duanmuci's heart defense that is so strong as if it is indestructible that there will always be a gap, and tears flow from the gap.

These tears have been shed for more than 2,000 years, and they have never dried up.

"Give! How late you come! Whenever he thinks of this sentence, Duanmu Ci will always cry and cry.

What a man who values etiquette so much! I'm afraid that going back to three generations, down to the Ming and Qing dynasties, and for thousands of years, I will not find a person who attaches more importance to etiquette than the master. But such a person who regards etiquette as greater than the sky, but when he learned that he was going to visit him, he ignored the etiquette of dignity and humility between the upper and lower levels, and forcibly supported his dying sick body, holding on to the door frame with a cane, and waited tremblingly for him to come in.

When his figure just appeared in the inner courtyard, the master couldn't help crying, and while crying, he beat the door frame with his dry hand vigorously, "Give! How late you come! ”

Yes. Why are you here so late!

yes, why am I here so late?

I didn't even see the last side of the Master. The younger brother Gong Xichi said that the master and his face were facing the south until he died. A pair of eyes were reluctant to close, as if they were waiting for news from someone, eager to penetrate.

Of course, Duanmu Ci knew what this meant, he was in the Chu State in the south at that time, and the master faced the south until he died, undoubtedly wanting to see him for the last time. What the master is waiting for, of course, is the news of his unfilial son.

Unfortunately, the Master did not wait until he died.

The master's regret only lasted until the moment he closed his eyes, and Duanmuci's regret and guilt. But it lasted for more than 2,000 years.

In order to make up for this regret, Duanmu Ci took more care of the descendants of his master, otherwise, even if the Kong family was a descendant of a saint, I am afraid that he would not be able to escape the disasters in history again and again. If it weren't for the fact that the Kong family was the blood of the master, and the Kong family had bent the knee to foreign insults again and again, Duanmu Ci would have long since stood idly by, where would there still be the glory of the Holy Duke of Kong Jiayan in Qufu?

This is his recompense for the Master.

After the death of the master, the disciples built a house in front of the tomb and kept filial piety for the master for three years. And he kept it alone for six years.

The world and later generations said that Zigong valued love and righteousness, and he deserved to be the proud protégé of Sage Confucius, but he didn't know that this was just a little compensation for his master.

This accolades. He deserved it.

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Three days of mourning has been closed, people can't always be immersed in sadness, Duanmuci slowly stood up from the ground. Because I knelt for too long, the flow of qi and blood was not smooth. A pair of legs had already lost sensation numbly, as if there were no such legs. If it's an ordinary person. Now I am afraid that the issue of wheelchairs should be considered. What's more, he hadn't eaten or drunk anything for three days, and his physique was already extremely weak. Fortunately, he is an immortal, and his physique is different from that of ordinary beings.

However, Rao is like this, Duanmu Ci is also very uncomfortable, in fact, the best thing to do now should be to spread his legs on the floor, let the qi and blood flow slowly, and restore the thighs to consciousness.

But Duanmuci didn't do this, because sitting with his legs open was "sitting in a kei", which was an extremely rude behavior, bordering on insult. When Jing Ke failed to assassinate the King of Qin, he sat on the pillar on the main hall of Xianyang Palace, leaning on the pillar and sitting on the King of Qin, just to express his resentment and contempt for the King of Qin.

The meaning of "keiza" is similar to that of those young people outside these days, who like to put up their middle fingers.

Of course, Duanmuci is not willing to "sit" on the master!

Although people today have long forgotten these ancient and noble rituals and even abandoned kneeling, this does not mean that they do not exist. Others don't know, but he knows, and the Master knows, and that's enough.

He could not be rude in front of the Master.

Duanmu Ci held on to the floor, used his hands as support, slowly lifted his knees off the ground, and then slowed down, feeling that his legs gradually felt something, as if he had regained some control, so he dragged his legs and leaned on the wall with one hand, and stood up little by little.

Unsteadily, Duanmu Ci suddenly fell to the ground.

However, he still insisted on getting up, leaning against the wall and walking to the door little by little, opening the door, and pacing out, not forgetting to close the door as he went.

Bu Tongxun has been waiting downstairs, his two eyes have been paying attention to the movement of the door upstairs, and at this moment, he saw the adults come out, looking crumbling, where can he bear it? Where can you remember Duanmuci's ban that "no one is allowed to go upstairs"? I couldn't wait to come to the door and help the adult.

"Help me...... Help me back to my room. Duanmu Ci commanded, and then fainted.

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When Duanmu Ci woke up again, it was already a day later, he rubbed his eyebrows and slowly sat up from the bed, glanced at the time, and then began to call people.

Bu Tongxun heard the movement, came in from outside the door, and saw that Duanmu had woken up, and suddenly had a relieved expression, "My lord, you finally woke up!" I'm still wondering if to call a doctor! ”

"Didn't I tell you before? Don't call a doctor at any time! Duanmu Ci glanced at the time again, "Why didn't you call me yesterday?" Caused me to miss a day of class. ”

Bu Tongxun glanced at her family angrily, "With the way you looked yesterday, you can't live now, how can you go to class?" Aren't adults afraid of scaring students if they faint in class? ”

Duanmu Ci felt his physical condition, but only felt hunger, he said, "I'm hungry." ”

"Then I'll cook some porridge." Bu Tong Xun is about to go out.

"Hey, wait." Duanmu Ci stopped him, "I've been hungry for so long, I don't want to drink porridge, I want to eat meat, you can make me a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs." He remembers that Bu Tongxun's skills in making sweet and sour pork ribs were much better than before he went abroad.

"No way!" Bu Tongxun decisively refused, "Adults haven't eaten for so long, their stomachs are tired, and they can only eat some porridge suddenly, not big fish and meat!" ”

Actually, I can...... Duanmu Ci said a lot like that, but it involved some secrets, so he had to endure it.

Drink porridge, drink porridge, preserved egg and lean porridge is also good, at least there is meat...... (To be continued......)