A week before Meng Dong Ash disappeared.

The Führer came in and saw her sitting cross-legged on the bed flipping through a book, with a small box in front of her. Meng Dongshen will set off tomorrow, and their "visit to the United States" will gather again and will go to the grassroots level of various regiments for exchange and study for five days. Like the "Veteran Generals' Friendship Association", this "Grassroots Visiting the Grassroots of the US Exchange Group" is also one of the activities of the "Centennial Gift of the Founding of the Army", which is directly under the overall planning and arrangement of the General Policy.

Winter Ash was clearing her luggage.

Because she was all day reading during this time, she took some of her books back to the palace, and now she is considering which one to take to read on the road.

The Führer walked to the table and took a sip of water, walked over with a teacup, stood next to her and tilted his head slightly,

Winter Ash looked up, handed him the book too, and pointed his finger straight on the page,

"You can't do that, Emperor." Like an old pedant,

She sometimes has half a bucket of water, but she loves to pour it out, the Führer spoils her, and lets her break it blindly, which is better than having no goods in her stomach.

"Well, you say." But he seemed to be listening with an open heart,

She was looking at Sima Qian's "Book of Reporting to Ren'an":

When the servant encounters this disaster with his oral language, he is laughed at by the township party again, and he insults his ancestors, so how can he return to the grave of his parents? Although it has been accumulated for hundreds of years, the dirt is very dirty! It is a day and nine times a day, and if you live in it, you will suddenly die, and you will not know where it is going. Every time I think of shame, I sweat and don't get my clothes on my back!

This self-description is like a vernacular text, and there is no need to explain it. At that time, Sima Qian had just been released from prison, and his mental state had changed greatly, and the spirit of the past could no longer be found. He was often in a state of disobedience, unable to shake off a strong sense of shame. The more noble the person, the more likely it will be......

Meng Dong Ash also went to prison,

When I read this text, I suddenly felt very empathetic,

Her fingers no longer clicked,

Looking at a point, it seems to be particularly spiritual,

"He was in prison for more than three years, and it was a strange time that he had just been released from prison and was promoted, and he was promoted to a large official position. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty didn't seem to take torture and imprisonment seriously, and he didn't even separate the sinners from the officials, thinking that the two could work in frequent shifts...... Many of the most eloquent monarchs like to play this kind of game of depreciation and promotion, and they seem to feel the pleasure of power in this kind of game," she shook her head, "I don't want you to do that. People's sense of humiliation needs to be buffered, and there are two possibilities for bowing your head, one is real submission, and the other is that you are trying to carry the posture of Tarzan, but it also looks like submission. Suddenly you raised it, it's too frivolous......"

When you read more books, it's easier to think more and be more sentimental.

Such an immersion in Meng Dongshen, who does not seem to belong to her age, should have, and definitely not many adults will think deeply about the proposition, is really very attractive, so unique......

The Führer put down the teacup in his hand, sat down across from her, and replied to her very sincerely, "No, I won't." ”

Winter Ash looked down at the book in her hand again, her solo ponytail was pulled to one side and hung down, and in the shadows, she could still see the undisguised sadness in her clear eyes.

Well, after all, I remembered my uncle from prison,

She didn't hide it from him,

Sima Qian probably completed the "Historical Records" at the age of forty-six. According to Wang Guowei's research, the last one is "The Biography of the Huns", which should have been written in 90 BC. After that, there was no news of him. It is not clear how long he lived, how he died, and where he died...... I don't think my uncle will be like him......"

The Führer took the book from her hand, "Thinking about it again, I said that you have made achievements in reading, and in the blink of an eye you began to say childish things." I promised you, study hard, there will always be a day when you see your uncle, the old man who complains about life and death, and it will become a burden if he doesn't have to read too much. ”

Winter Ash raised his head, recovered his weirdness, and pouted, "I'm not going to leave tomorrow, and when I read this, I sighed with emotion,"

Somehow, the Führer heard this "gone...... Watching the little girl crawl over and take the book back from his hand, lie down on his lap, flip through it casually and say, "...... Some scholars have judged from some statements in Wei Hong's "Hanshu Old Ritual", Ge Hong's "Xijing Miscellaneous", and Huan Kuan's "Treatise on Salt and Iron" that Sima Qian was finally imprisoned and killed because of his old complaints. But it seems to me that these materials are too simple and ambiguous to be credible...... "to restore the old pedantry,

The Führer didn't say much after that, but in response to "um", "yes" and "what's wrong", his hand gently stroked the hair on her forehead, and looked down at her lively demeanor...... He knew that his "bad feeling" for no reason was ridiculous, could it be that it was so taboo to hear her "gone" now? Definitely not right...... In the end, this inexplicable emotion was swept over, but this night accompanied her to talk and read, and I was very dedicated......

The next day,

The Führer personally sent her to the National Defense University,

Sitting in the car,

The Führer's right leg pressed against his left leg and leaned against the back of the chair, looking at Chencheng,

Winter Gray bent over his elbows on his knees, supported his chin with both hands, and turned his head to look at him with great joy, "Lalala, the Führer sent me to school,"

The Führer glanced at her, and his lips slowly curled, a child, still a little bad boy,

It's really bad, seeing him like this, she has to inch in,

Winter Ash lay on his lap, like a little mouse through the morning report and squeezed into his arms, tilting his head,

"Now that you're here, take me in, carry me upstairs, into the classroom, and say to everybody, 'This is my child, see which of you dares to bully her!' Giggles,

The Führer's expression remained unchanged, his gaze returned to Chencheng, and he said slowly, "Okay, it's better to walk along the street with your arms and raise a loudspeaker, this is my child, I am not allowed to play with her, she can only study, and playing with her is to move the country, hurt the society......" Dong Shen had already put his arms around his neck, "You know that I am talking about playing!" Specifically to study and press me......" The Führer put his arm around her with one hand, "You, little bastard. Winter Ash has been holding his neck and watching the morning together, sometimes saying a few words, all nonsense, and the Führer will let her.

You know, in retrospect, how painful it was!

He watched her get out of the car,

Seeing her carrying and dragging luggage and wearing a military cap,

Standing outside the car door, he respectfully saluted him,

Then he regained his childishness and smiled and waved to him......

these

Those last night,

Let's go

La-la-la, the Führer sent me to school,

Send me in, carry me upstairs, into the classroom, and say to everyone, "This is my child, see which of you dares to bully her!" ”……

It can all be to the point of heartache!

Because

He really couldn't have imagined that

In this world,

Someone really dared to bully her!

Under the whole world, it is not the king's land,

unfortunately

His little winter ash,

Lost ......