A big family in Yuhang City, a gray-haired old man, listening to the music echoing over the capital, what a mouthful.

"It's a bit of a March feeling that I don't know the taste of meat! With this song with wine, I think it's not bad. Yu Fu, you go to the cellar and bring a pot. ”

The subordinate named Yu Fu had a difficult face.

"Master, isn't that okay? The doctor said that you are old enough to drink less. ”

is probably also the master of a good family, and he didn't blame his subordinates.

"The doctor said to drink less, but he didn't say not to drink. Make an exception once in a while, don't worry! ”

The next person doesn't say much, but as soon as his master made an exception, and there were several pots, how should he explain to his wife later? Alas! Being a subordinate is also bitter.

In a deep-walled compound, a woman in a yellow shirt looks at the sky. Who made the tune, she seemed to guess. Walking alone in such a special case must be someone who thinks about it day and night.

The woman in yellow smiled.

"I don't make any movement, but I really don't look like my father-in-law. Go, get a harp. ”

The maid on the side set off a storm in her heart, and her own young lady was not out of the cabinet, but she had a husband. If it gets out, it will be an uproar.

The servant bowed her head and hurried away, and went to get the harp. There are some things that should not be heard, and if you hear them, you should not hear them.

Standing under the eaves of the hallway, Lin Muzhi looked up at the gray sky, and the smoke was in the south of the Yangtze River.

Listen to this piece of music that has traveled through time and space. couldn't help but arouse Lin Muzhi's thoughts again.

This is a piece of music that was played with classmates at the party of the university graduation ceremony, but I didn't expect that when I listened to it again, it was already separated by time, space, and even a different plane.

In that era of life, there were still those who studied literature, and later either went home to inherit Wanguan's family wealth, or took his poems and distant places to other places.

And this song is called "Thoughts Through Time and Space". (In case of infringement, please contact the author.) ）

Another life, a new environment, a new people. In the past, Lin Muzhi planned to forget his past life and forget the past. Now I found out that he couldn't and couldn't do it. If anyone forgets to drink the bowl of Meng Po soup when crossing the Nai He Bridge, then how many people will choose to forget all the things in their previous lives? Even if the memories of past lives are only painful.

When he came here, he became a master by mistake, and was regarded by everyone as a scholar.

Lin Muzhi asked himself repeatedly.

Scholar?

What kind of people? Is it a reader?

This reminded him of many well-known allusions.

There was once a person who devoted his pen to Rong, traveled to more than 50 countries in his life, and wiped out a country with 36 people. He said that if you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger.

There was once a person who worked as a farmer at home, and after he went out of the mountain, he divided the world into three parts, and he had no last resort in his life. He said - do your best, and then die.

A man was once arrested and imprisoned for more than 180 days, and when he became an official again, he paid attention to people's livelihood and dealt with floods. As the world often says, Su embankments are built everywhere on the eastern slope. Now, he is on his way to Dali.

Someone was once imprisoned in a dungeon for three years, and the monarch of the enemy country personally persuaded him to surrender and promised him the appearance of a country. He said that since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat.

There were once people who stood under their national flag and were ridiculed by the world because they did not have a national anthem. Passing the old age, his face was first black and then purple and then red, and finally calm. Raised a folk tune of the Celestial Empire into the world-class music hall. So when people in the world think of the music of the Celestial Empire, the first thing that many people think of is the song "Jasmine".

In an instant, Lin Muzhi suddenly became enlightened, maybe compared to these ancestors, he was a little useless, but so what? The things of the predecessors, the truth of the teachers of the descendants have already told Lin Muzhi what to do and what to do.

Even with the same ancestors. put down the book he loved to read and picked up the knife; I put down my comfortable life and picked up the pen; After being in prison, he still doesn't forget his original intention; In the enemy camp, he still did not bow his proud head; took the title of "traitor" and went away, but he still didn't forget his hometown in his heart.

What kind of person is a reader?

This question was answered early on. The person who answered was only twelve or thirteen years old.

When people were watching TV, the ancients were good at dancing with long sleeves and fluttering big sleeves.

However, the truth is that Dahua's society is very bad. It's tattered, it's erosive.

This is a double-standard society. Men and women are double standards, poor and rich are double standards, reading and white bodies are double standards, officials and rich people are double standards, and emperors and officials are double standards. The differences of each class will become one by one, one after another insurmountable barriers.

Even though this society is not so good, so what? Isn't it just the need for people to make it better? Instead of complaining, let's take action.

The power of one person is like a drop in the ocean, too small.

The corners of Lin Muzhi's mouth hooked up a smile. Listen to the music played by thousands of people.

One person's voice is too small, so what about a thousand? What about 10,000 people? What about 10,000 people?

I really remembered what my middle school Chinese teacher said - teachers are like candles, lighting themselves and illuminating others.

The candle flame may be tiny, but you also have to see what it ignites. Is it a handful of hay, or a bundle of dry firewood?

Of course...

A spark can also start a prairie fire.

Lin Muzhi, who came back to his senses, looked at the sky, and it was already dark. Xiao Kuzi has been playing non-stop for nearly an hour, if it weren't for the finger covers, Lin Muzhi would have stopped her from playing. But even with the finger covers, the joints of the small hands began to turn white.

It's been some time since the takeaway was delivered. Don't be surprised! There is takeaway in Dahua Dynasty. This is also known to Lin Muzhi in the Great Song Dynasty, and it has been drawn in Zhang Zeduan's "Qingming Riverside Picture"! Therefore, the new things and words you think are not necessarily later, they are likely to be leftovers from the ancestors!

Lin Muzhi warmed up the meal and brought it to Xiaoju, blowing hot air at her.

Seeing his brother seducing himself with food, Xiao Juzi had no choice but to give Lin Muzhi an embarrassed look, and the hand of the piano still did not stop.

This is the rule, the song does not end, it cannot be stopped. is also why Li Yi'an found that the song is better after harmonizing the strings, but it must have a beginning and an end. It's like the ancients wrote a typo, and they still had to be written before they crossed it out, instead of crossing it out halfway through.

After playing the song, Zhao Jixiang took off his finger covers, ran to the table happily, and picked up the rice cooked by his brother, and the dishes in the bowl were piled high.

Seeing that the fingers of his sister's little hand were a little red and swollen, Lin Muzhi was a little distressed.

"Things have to be done slowly, never good things, don't be afraid of grinding, next time you are not allowed to do this again."

Zhao Jixiang nodded happily.

"Got it, brother, who made the music taught by my brother so good, the little orange got carried away."

Lin Muzhi put down his chopsticks, pinched his sister's face and said:

"I've learned a lot! I know it's getting carried away. ”

The fat man who was eating the meal said vaguely:

"That's it, my sister has such a bright brain, it's not fast to learn an idiom, and I have nothing to say."

ruined the atmosphere like this, and glanced at him angrily.

"Eat your meal! I can't stop you when I eat! ”

After scolding and scolding, he got used to it, and Huang Guan also found that it was a little ruinous to the atmosphere, and took a few more bites of rice.

"Old wet, I'll withdraw first, and I'll come tomorrow."

After thinking about buying a lot of vegetables today, Lin Muzhi stopped Huang Guan again.

"Little fat man, you are familiar with the academy, before you go home, go and inform the martial arts brothers, and I will invite them to dinner tomorrow as a thank you for Wu Zhi's life-saving grace."

Knowing that Lin Muzhi didn't like those red tape and insults, he didn't say goodbye to Huang Guan and walked out of the hall door.

"Got it, got it! Life is really hard, I have to do the errands! ”

This can't be blamed on Lin Muzhi, he only came to the academy yesterday, he hasn't been out since he came, and today he went out of the academy with the fat man for a day, if he was asked to go out to find someone at night, he might not even be able to find his own home in the end.