The snow stopped after midnight, and by the time the morning sun fell, the already thick snow on the streets had begun to melt. The sign that the tavern was closed was also taken down.

Gu Nan wiped the bar, and the rare thing on his body was not wearing a waiter's clothes, but an ordinary turtleneck sweater with a down jacket.

She doesn't actually feel cold in winter, but if she goes out in just a shirt on this day, it will inevitably be a little noticeable.

She was ready to wipe down the bar and wine glasses before leaving, and as for her luggage, she only had a long box with her.

"Bell bell." The door of the tavern was pushed open, and Gu Nan's eyes looked over, it was indeed rare for guests to come at this time.

A person dragged his tired body in, this person Gu Nan knew, it was the middle-aged policeman who had drunk here some time ago.

The middle-aged man took off his coat, walked to the bar, and after seeing Gu Nan's appearance, he was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the door and asked.

"Are you open now?"

After all, Gu Nan was dressed to go out.

"What do you want?" Gu Nan didn't say that she was about to leave, but greeted as usual.

This business is not good, and if she kicks out the door-to-door business again, the old woman, who is the owner of the tavern, will probably be so angry that she will eliminate her fake.

"Whew." Knowing that it was still open, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the tie around his neck, hung his clothes on the back of the chair in front of the bar, and sat down.

"Old, beer on the rocks."

It's a bit unbearable to drink ice in this weather, and he's not a young man anymore, but he really needs to give himself a boost now.

Last night was Chinese New Year's Eve, and I was supposed to go home to accompany my wife and children, but it turned out that there was a case that reached the time to close the net, so I had to be busy outside for a night, and it was only in the early hours of the morning that the matter was closed.

Now he is not good to go home, Chinese New Year's Eve will not go back for the New Year, he will definitely be said to death by the family when he goes back now, so it is better to go outside slowly and then go back.

"Your wine." Gu Nan poured the wine and pushed it in front of the middle-aged man.

"Thank you." The middle-aged man took it with thanks, took a sip, the cold wine was a little difficult to swallow, but it also made his spirits better, looked at Gu Nan in the bar, and asked casually.

"Don't you go back for the New Year?"

Gu Nan glanced at him and didn't explain anything, just said.

"You're not the same."

"Hey." The middle-aged man sighed, took the wine glass and nodded: "Yes, it's the same." ”

Life is hard.

After two more sips of alcohol, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket, fiddled with it a few times, and a girl appeared on the screen.

It was a video of the girl playing the piano, not the piano but the guqin. The rhythm of the piano is urgent, passionate, and has a sense of grandeur.

It is rare to see this kind of repertoire in guqin music, so this repertoire is always recognizable when you hear it.

"Guanglingsan?" Gu Nan, who was standing at the bar, seemed to be attracted by the sound of the piano and asked.

"Yes." The middle-aged man smiled and pointed to the girl in the video, like every father showing off his child's achievements, and said proudly.

"My daughter, who studied music."

But as he spoke, there was some apology in his eyes, and he originally said that he would celebrate the New Year together this year, but he didn't go back.

This Guangling San is his daughter's favorite song, and he suddenly remembered what his daughter had told him.

It just so happened that there was nothing to talk about, so he turned around and asked Gu Nan.

"Do you know who the author of Guanglingsan is?"

Gu Nan wiped the bar counter and hesitated: "Ji Kang? ”

She remembered that the man seemed to be called by that name, and that she had heard it mentioned a few times.

The middle-aged man smiled and waved his fingers, as if he knew very well.

"It's not Ji Kang, Guangling Qu has been circulated for a long time, and it is impossible to verify who the author is. However, it is rumored that it was Ji Kang who skipped out of school one day to go on a trip, and met an ancient, who taught him this tune. ”

In fact, he didn't even know who Ji Kang was, these were all things his daughter told him.

The middle-aged man leaned back in his chair and shook the glass in his hand, and the ice cubes floated in the pale yellow beer.

"In the end, before this Ji Kang died, he didn't forget to play this Guangling San again one last time, and even a perfect song."

He copied his daughter's words, he was talking about Ji Kang, but in fact, he was thinking about his daughter in his heart.

Gu Nan finished wiping the bar, listened to the middle-aged man talking to himself, and laughed to himself.

This song is really good.

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The early years of the Great Wei Dynasty.

"Sand."

The fallen leaves on the ground were trampled by footsteps, and a thin sound was made, and a young man walked in the mountains.

This young man was wearing a plain robe, and judging by the style of the robe, he should be a student of Chinese culture. Perhaps it should be said that he is worthy of being a student of Chinese culture, with a graceful demeanor, and with this plain robe, there is really an otherworldly feeling.

He has a handsome face and a simple bun tied around his head. With a faint smile on his face, he walked among the mountains and fields, looking at the gurgling of the stream, and felt very comfortable.

His name is Ji Kang, he is a young man, and he was admitted to the Chinese academy that many scholars dream of, and it can be said that he is in his good years.

But after arriving at the Chinese Academy, he always didn't go to class, and most of the time he stayed in the countryside or in the library of the school.

My friend was puzzled and asked him why. He always said that he didn't want to study, he just didn't want to get into the job.

The name of the Chinese culture is Baijia, which means to summarize and inherit the meaning of the hundred schools of thought, so in various places in the Chinese culture, there are stone statues of hundreds of famous people.

Confucianism, Moism, Legalism, and Taoism all have it, Confucius who traveled far away, Lao Tzu who rode a green ox out of the mountain, but Ji Kang always paid attention to one, and the one in front of the gate of Xuefu Mountain was not the tall one.

The statue is very well carved, she stands in front of the mountain gate with a cane, the hat above her head is slightly raised, and her eyes are long, as if looking at a long road in the distance. In the bookcase behind her were countless books, weighing heavily on her shoulders.

She was like a living person, her long hair hung down behind her, and even the hem of her stone-carved clothes seemed to be windless.

In his opinion, the real life and study path that people yearn for should be to walk through thousands of mountains and rivers, memorize thousands of books, and be like this person in front of the mountain gate.

So he would often stop in front of the statue, and sometimes he would talk to himself about it.

Ji Kang is always indifferent and desireless, so he gives people a sense of detachment from the world. There was a joke among his friends about him.

Once he was boiling tea with someone in the mountains and forests to enjoy the scenery, and forgot to go home when he was satisfied.

Until sunset, a woodcutter passed by, and when the woodcutter saw him, he was so shocked that he thought he had seen a fairy.

After this interesting story was told by the people who played with him, he had a nickname, called Ji Xian.

Of course, this is just a joke.

"Tick tock."

Ji Kang, who was walking on the mountain road, raised his head, the sky was gray, and it was raining lightly.

sighed helplessly: "Heaven is not beautiful." ”

And then, he smiled again, and found a place to hide from the rain, and it was just right to enjoy the rain.

Thinking about it, the people on the mountain road continued to walk towards the mountain.

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