Zhang Wu didn't know the current way of the world, the court had rotted to the bones, and there was no salvation at all.

Regarding Lord Yuan's opinion, although he doesn't completely think that the principal's point of view is right, it is undeniable that Lord Yuan is getting older, and throughout China, if Yuan Shikai is not there one day, there is no one behind him who can take over.

The corners of Zhang Wu's mouth were tightly pursed, forming a rigorous arc, silently thinking about these things that others could not understand in his heart, in the face of the current situation in China, he could only sigh in vain, this calamitous and troubled old nation-

There was silence in the office for a while, but at this time, Zhang Wu suddenly remembered for some reason that the straight, white-faced and resolute student standing in the school field came.

"Hey, how could I think of him?" Instructor Zhang shook his head vigorously and smiled bitterly. Seeing the suspicious eyes of the principal on the other side, he didn't say that his student came anymore - Han Zheng.

At this time, Han Zheng had just walked out of the city gate, and on the way home that should be familiar but seemed a little unfamiliar, he was immersed in his own world of thoughts alone, thinking about his future, thinking about the days of his school, and thinking about what would happen in China......

And no matter what, Han Zheng would never have thought of the two people he respected the most in the principal's office, watching him leave the school, talking about state affairs, and finally thinking of himself......

Now he wants to go home and sleep more in his bones, so as to completely integrate into the world......

Time is like flowing water, years are like white horses, in the blink of an eye, time has entered the second year of Xuantong, that is, the beginning of 1910, and now Han Zheng is already a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, according to local customs, that is, people who can already get married and have children in the countryside.

And no matter what happens in China now, whether it is good or bad, in short, it has nothing to do with him now, and the current Han Zheng is just a teenager who is worried about going abroad tomorrow......

In Hanjia Village, Han Zheng has been living at home for about two weeks, although he is still a little awkward in his heart, he has gradually begun to adapt to this home with only his father, and he has adapted to this simple life in the countryside.

"Tomorrow, you're going abroad, I don't know much about where you're going, I just know that Germany is a far away place, you have to study hard there, see more and talk less, I know that you have grown up now, you are an adult, and you know everything yourself......"

Han Sheng said to his son in front of him, "I don't know when you will come back, I don't have anything to worry about at home, just take care of yourself, I am here to teach some children in the village to read, I feel very good." ”

After saying this, his father didn't wait for Han Zheng to say anything, he turned around and helped him pack some things he needed.

Outside, the hustle and bustle of the New Year has passed, and only the occasional crackling sound of firecrackers can be heard, indicating that the year has not passed too far, and the sky is drowsy, and it may snow tomorrow.

The room was quiet, Han Zheng listened to his usually serious father say these words, but he didn't know how to answer, just quietly watched his father's busy figure.

This reminded him of the mother he had never met for his current self.

Maybe it's because in the past, this mother left too deep an impression on the original Han Zheng, or maybe the grief left when the mother died is still there, until now Han Zheng's mind will always flash that somewhat vague figure from time to time, and that memory always has a smile but always a little sickly pale face.

"Father, I want to put incense on the pillar in front of my mother's grave to say goodbye to my mother, and I don't know when I can come to worship my mother again after I go abroad."

Now Han Zheng can easily call the person in front of him his father, after two weeks of getting along, he deeply feels the love that this father gives him, selfless and deep.

Han Zheng knew that his father was a person who was not good at expressing himself, and he knew how he loved his heart under his father's serious face.

Han Sheng listened to his son's voice, paused, looked at Han Zheng a little silently for a while, sighed and said, "Well, it's okay, say goodbye to your mother, don't let him worry, I'll go with you." Then he put down what he was holding.

The mother's grave is at the ancestral grave in the east of the village, and the father and son are holding incense candles and fire paper, and walk to the east of the village one after the other.

Along the way, except for meeting the neighbors in the village to say hello, the father and son did not speak, and walked to the east of the village in silence......

At the east end of the village, Han Zheng looked at the bare grave in front of him, the sleeping place of his mother, but there was an unspeakable depression in his heart.

When the spring comes, the grass should be overgrown here, but I can't come to weed my mother and worship it......

Respectfully knelt down at the grave of his mother in this life, and lit incense and candles and fire paper with his father.

"Talk to your mother alone." After his father lit the incense, candles, and paper, he said to Han Zheng that he walked to the side, leaving time for Han Zheng and his mother to be alone.

"Mother, I'm going to leave home tomorrow, I'm going to a far, far away place, I don't know when I'll be back, you have to take care of yourself down there, and I'll come to see you when I come back." As he spoke, his voice choked unconsciously.

Now he never thought that he would not be able to return to this place until much later, to worship his mother, and he cried for the mother of this shell underground, and for the future that he himself could not tell......

However, Han Zheng didn't know that his departure once also became a farewell to his father.

Han Zheng talked to his mother again, and his father came to his side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Child, you go back first, I will sit alone with your mother." Han Zheng nodded, kowtowed to his mother a few more times, and got up to leave.

Looking at Han Zheng's distant figure, Han Sheng sighed with satisfaction, "Child, mother, you see, my son has really grown up, I wanted to find a daughter-in-law for my child, but the child is about to leave, so I didn't look for it, I hope you don't blame me." Speaking of which, you still had the vision, you agreed to support your son to study in the army that day, I was still against it, fortunately with you and the child's persistence, now it seems that you are right, I am not as good as you, when you leave, the most uneasy thing is your son, now you can rest assured, you have to be good over there, I don't know when I will go to you to be your companion. ”

Han Sheng's voice was a little choked, he wiped the corners of his eyes with his cuffs, and picked up a handful of soil with his hand and put it on his wife's grave.

When it was dusk, it began to snow in the sky, and Han Sheng also returned home, smiled reluctantly at Han Zheng who was waiting in front of the door, and returned to the house to continue to pack up his things for Han Zheng.

It was already late at night, and Han Zheng still hadn't fallen asleep, listening to the tossing and turning sounds next door, he couldn't fall asleep until it was almost dawn.

In his sleep, he seemed to see many, many people and things from his previous life, and his classmates, who were shouting his name loudly, and dreaming of his parents, whose hair was much whiter, and he struggled to tell them that he was still alive, but he couldn't say anything.

In the end, he dreamed again that the land of China in later history was full of wars, and the people were struggling to make a living, and there were hideous faces everywhere, bloody, surrounding him.

His heart was like a big rock trying to burst out. Suddenly, a rooster crows outside the room, waking him up from his nightmare.

Stroking his chest, which was still a little stuffy, Han Zheng gasped fiercely, thinking about everything in his dream, and said a little dreamily: "In the future, I will be the real Han Zheng, Han Zheng in this era!" ”

One life, two lives—he thought.

After having breakfast with my father, I picked up the package I had packed yesterday, and my father led Han Zheng all the way to the outside of the village.

It did snowed heavily all night last night, and now the snowflakes have gradually decreased, and many neighbors in the village are already here, and the neighbors know that Han Zheng is going to a far, far away place, and they have lived in this mountain village almost all their lives, and they can't understand and don't know how far away they are, but they just know that Han Zheng will have to live alone outside in the next few years.

Han Zheng looked at the neighbors around him, and looked at them, "Thank you for sending so many relatives, friends and neighbors, I don't know when I will come back after I have been studying and leaving, and my father is alone at home, so I will ask you to help take care of my father here." ”

"Han Wazi, don't worry, our neighbors have lived here for generations, and they are all villagers, so let's talk about taking care of each other and helping each other. Besides, your father teaches in the village, so it's too late for everyone to be grateful if he can let the children in the family know two words. ”

The reply was Han Lao in the village, the oldest in the village, nearly 80 years old, still healthy, and his voice was also very loud, and he was a respected person in the village.

Han Zheng arched his hand gratefully, turned around and returned to his father, looked at his father's extra gray hair, and knelt down in front of his father, "My son is leaving, you have to take care of yourself, I have nothing to worry about abroad, my son is not filial, and I can't accompany you by my side." ”

After saying this, he ignored the snow on the ground and slammed his head twice.

Han Sheng hurriedly helped his son up, looked at his son in front of him, he had always been serious, he couldn't control himself anymore, and suddenly hugged his son tightly in his arms, and then reluctantly let go of his hand and said, "You go." ”

"Wait, slow down, wait......" At this moment, a voice came from afar, it turned out to be Han Zheng's uncle.

Han Zheng's uncle Xu Jin shouted loudly from a distance at this time, panting and running over here, when Han Zheng went to his uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings, Xu Jin already knew what he was going to leave today, and he got up early in the morning and rushed here, hurrying slowly and finally did not miss seeing off his nephew.

Xu Jin looked at the nephew who looked like his baby sister in front of him, and his face, which had always been a little smiling, couldn't help but collapse tightly at this time, and stuffed the package in his hand into Han Zheng's hand and said: "Here are the clothes I prepared for you, I heard that the foreign clothes are different from ours here, I am from the city to make them for you, I don't know if it fits, and some silver taels prepared for you, you have to have a flower on hand everywhere, right?" ”

Han Zheng didn't shirk, silently took the package in his uncle's hand, looked at his uncle and father in front of him, nodded vigorously, didn't say anything more, turned around and strode away.

Han Sheng and Xu Jin didn't turn their heads and walk towards Han Zheng's mother's grave until Han Zheng's figure was no longer visible, she must have been looking at her son. When the child grows up, he will have to go his own way after all.

ps: I know that this kind of novel belongs to the slow-burning type, and it's a newcomer, plus my writing ability is limited, and I can't write about the romance of the city, the magic of the gorgeous, here I still want to be cheeky and ask for clicks, support, and collections