Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

Unconsciously, it was getting late, and a maid came to ask us to go back to the house for dinner. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoI had to go home with the university to dinner. After eating, it was already dark. I walked outside in the snow for a while, watching the many students shouting and skiing on the dark riverside snow, and watched from afar until the snow was getting heavier and darker, and the students began to walk back. Back at the university scholar's house, the scholar was reading a book under the lamp. In the kingdom of heaven, in order to save oil for lamps, no one reads at night. So, I have never met a scholar who studied so hard at night.

When the scholar saw that I had returned, he said, "The prince of Longhua is tired from running around all day, and I have asked the maid to place the bedding." I said, "I'm not tired, I just want to read it carefully through the "Teachings of the Heavenly King." The scholar smiled and said, "Childe is studious." With that, he picked up the precious book on the case and handed it to me. I went into the room that the scholar had arranged for me, put the oil lamp beside the bed, stripped off my clothes and went into the thick bed, and read a book by the head of the bed, until the oil in the lamp pot was boiled.

This morning, the scholar took me to the Vineyard Women's School Village to give a lecture. It is about ten miles from Liangchuan School Village to the vineyard. So, as soon as breakfast was eaten, I rode on a horse with the university scholar. The heavy snow has stopped for several days, and the thick snow covers the mountains and rivers, white and pure, shining with silver light, graceful like a holy fairyland. At this time, the wind has stopped and the trees are quiet, and the wide river presents a dream-like tranquility, and the bleak sun shines on the flat and silent snow, glowing with a comfortable and tranquil light. I've never seen snow so abundant. In my memory, Xi'an has not had a lot of snow for many years, and even if it occasionally snows heavily, the ice and snow will melt in a few days, and the melted water droplets always contain a yellowish filth. However, the snow on the slopes of this heavenly river has been cold for months, and it is pure enough to bring gentle sunlight into your heart.

Looking at the snow all the way, I came to the vineyard before I knew it. The vineyards, shrouded in winter snow, seemed to have completely changed, without the idyllic scenery of the Wizard of Oz, without the joy and laughter of the girls as they labored, and not even a girl drawing water or floating by the brook in front of the wooden house. I've been here for months since the duel with Yunbu. Revisiting the old place, how can I not arouse my nostalgia and nostalgia for Gna. Right now, the rows of wooden houses were bathed in the winter sun, and the stream flowed merrily through the thick snow, and I felt my heart start to pound. Gna had told me she was coming back here, maybe she was in the row of cabins in front of her. But will she know I'm coming?

When I entered the wooden house at the front, I saw about 20 women sitting cross-legged in the school, and there were not pen, ink and paper, but needlework and green cloth on several cases. An older white-bearded father is teaching the girls how to tailor fabrics. This course is known as Costume Cutting and Making in Han China. It's just that the craftsmanship here is still very primitive and backward. Because Whitebeard's father was lecturing, the scholar and I could only sit cross-legged and wait. The students in front of me are all sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, all of whom are clear and beautiful, and they are liked. Especially the beautiful woman sitting in the back row, her appearance is very similar to Gna, but her face is slightly childish. So, my eyes kept falling on her face and body. She seemed to feel my gaze, glanced at me affectionately, and then lowered her gaze silently.

After a while, after the white-bearded father finished giving a lecture to the students, he walked down from the side of the podium, bowed to us, exchanged a few words, and invited me to give a lecture. I taught them how to memorize musical notation. This is a new lesson in the kingdom of heaven. For more than 2,000 years, the music of the Kingdom of Heaven has been taught and passed down orally, and even if there is a written record, it is only marked with verses, and it is impossible to record the sound and melody correctly and pass it on to future generations or teach others. So, when I said that I could record a song with seven voices, or that I could sing a song that I couldn't use from those seven voices, the girls were amazed.

I wrote the 1234567 on the blackboard and inscribed them with Chinese characters under these seven sounds, because the people of heaven do not know such Arabic numerals. After that, I began to teach them to read and sing these sounds over and over again, and I did reading exercises. When the students were almost able to read it, I put the simplest and most popular song in heaven on the sheet music and taught the girls to sing it. The woman of Heaven is intelligent and musical, and will soon be able to sing this song with musical notation. To check their singing skills, I asked the girl sitting in the back row to get up and sing. The girl got up and sang the score of "Girl Seventeen" in a very beautiful voice.

Lunch is served in the students' cafeteria. We sat at a large oval-shaped table like the students. Each person has a small bowl of rice and a small plate of soybeans and vegetables at their table. The people of heaven have a rule that they do not speak when they eat, and they eat slowly and delicately, with relish. Perhaps it is the food of heaven that is indeed delicious, so eating is really a kind of life's enjoyment. Diners gather around several tables, each with students of the same grade seated at each table.

After eating, I asked a girl next to me, "Does this girl recognize Miss Gna?" "How not to know that she is the most beautiful girl in the vineyard?" I asked, "Where is she now?" "They have already graduated, and sometimes they are in the school, but they are only involved in the work and do not study in the school." It is now a cold winter, there is no life in the ground, she has already gone home from vacation, and she will only come back next year's spring warm festival. Hearing this, I suddenly felt a sense of disappointment. At this moment, the scholar and the white-bearded father walked towards me. The scholar said to me, "Father Fan Ya of the Vineyard School Village was very surprised by Gongzi's musical notation, and asked Longhua Gongzi to stay in the vineyard for a long time to teach his students musical notation, and to fill in the musical scores for the songs and tunes of the Kingdom of Heaven to pass on to future generations." I don't know what Longhua Gongzi thinks? ”

It is an honor and honor to be able to come to the school village to teach the students. But in order to become a father, you must be both a scholar and a king. It's just that I'm active, and I'm not good at staying in one place for a long time, so I don't know if I can adapt to the things taught by this school. I hesitated for a moment and said, "Let me think about it for a few days." ”

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