After returning from Hexing Town, Gu Mengping's life suddenly became tense.

Since that day, he has emerged from the Poetry Society of the Mt. Shan Mountains, and more people have come to visit him.

At night, he had to take care of the old monk's daily life, sometimes he would study at home during the day, and sometimes he would go to Dongfu to find Gu Boyu, and every three days he was taken away by a carriage sent by Jiang Sixian. plus those down-and-out literati who were not angry that he was young and famous and wanted to suppress him with poetry -

His life was so stressful that he could not immerse himself in learning.

Maybe that's the price of being famous!

But on such a tense day, he would still think of the flying onion fingers in the Lang Pavilion.

The geese and snow willows are golden, and the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

Sun Weizhan, who was sitting next to him, squinted at him, shook the book in his hand, and the paper made a 'bang' sound, pulling Gu Mengping's thoughts back suddenly.

"There's something I want to ask you." Sun Weizhan has been putting up with him for several days, and Gu Mengping doesn't know what's going on, and he is always distracted when he reads. I talked to him many times, but I called several times before I could hear back.

Gu Mengping coughed lightly, "What's the matter?" ”

Sun Weizhan pondered for a while and said: "For example, there is a father who loves the second son very much, followed by the eldest son, and his attitude towards the third son has always been indifferent. Now that the father is old, the other two sons are fighting for the family property. In order to divide the profits equally, they decided to eliminate the third son first. You say, what would you do if you were the third son? ”

Hearing this question, Gu Mengping's hand paused, and his face was a little uneasy. Sun Weizhan has lived here for half a year and has never mentioned this matter.

Why is it uncharacteristic today, ask about the plan?

Gu Meng calmed down and said solemnly: "Actually, if you ask me, I can't give you the right answer, because every answer may be correct or wrong." Because everything happens has its inevitable factors and cause and effect......"

"Like you said, if the eldest and the second are plotting against the third together. It depends on the circumstances in which they are plotting...... You might as well improvise and take the camera......"

"During the Three Kingdoms, after Dong Zhuo subdued the fierce general Lu Bu, the desire to usurp the throne was even stronger. Yuan Shao, the Taishou of Bohai, secretly contacted Situ Wang Yun and asked him to try to get rid of Dong Zhuo. However, Wang Yun can only cry, but there is no good solution. Cao Gongyan, the secretary of the Manchu Dynasty, cried until Ming at night, cried until night, can he still cry to death? Then Cao Gong saber went to assassinate Dong Zhuo......"

Sun Weizhan knew this story, this was Cao Cao's assassination of Dong Zhuo in the Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms to escape on the grounds of offering a treasure knife.

"Before the action, Cao Gong had already thought about how to retreat after defeat...... There are many subjective and objective factors in the success or failure of things, and only by grasping the most favorable conditions and opportunities and choosing the most appropriate way can we succeed. ”

"The most appropriate way?" Sun Weizhan repeated this sentence several times, "But what is the most appropriate way?" ”

"A father's thoughts!" Gu Meng said slowly.

"What?" Sun Weizhan was stunned.

"My brother has been away from home for more than half a year, and my uncle and aunt must miss you very much. As a son, he can't be happy with his parents, how heart-wrenching is this? Gu Mengping looked at this friend who used to be called Gongsun Yuan and is now Sun Weizhan, and his voice was warm and soft.

He's about to lose this friend, right?

Thinking of this, Gu Mengping slowly stood up, walked to a locked double-door cabinet, took out the key in his purse and slowly opened the lock.

His fingers slowly swiped over the pamphlet, revealing endless affection.

He wrote it down not long after he crossed over! He secretly found a few sticks of charcoal in the stove room of Fenglin Temple, and used the charcoal strips to silently write the articles and memories he remembered in his previous life......

When he was four years old, the old monk knew that he was writing, and after he wrote something, he didn't ask anything and gave him a lot of paper.

It seems that he is very accustomed to being able to write without being taught.

He will always remember the first sentence the old monk asked when he decided to teach him: "Have you read the Analects?" If you have read it, we will go straight to the lecture and do not have to memorize it. ”

At that moment, he was extremely flustered, afraid that the old monk would treat him as a demon. But the old monk seemed to just need to get the answer, and when he saw him nodding, he spread out the book on the case and explained it from the first page.

Gu Mengping sighed and drove his thoughts away from his mind. After walking up to Sun Weizhan, he put the pamphlet in front of him.

"This is a strange book written by a great sage in the West, and I was lucky enough to get one." Gu Mengping pondered his words.

Sun Weizhan just turned the first page, and his breathing stopped, and his eyes widened suddenly, shocked.

The longing in his eyes flashed.

He wants this booklet!

This booklet, he had not seen it for the first time, he had seen it on his father's dragon case, the pages were old, the paper was yellowed, and it looked like it had been more than a hundred years. But the father attached great importance to it and easily did not allow anyone to touch it. In the past, there was a concubine who was deeply favored by her father, who flipped through two pages with pampering, and her father did not leave her with any dignity, and ordered to be killed with a cane on the spot.

When he was young, his father often held him in his lap, and he had accidentally seen the first page. He was young and had a bad memory, but he remembered the first line, "The type of monarchy and how to get it." ”

It is exactly the same as the booklet in Gu Mengping's hand, and it is exactly the same.

"If you have time, you might as well check this out." Gu Mengping stuffed the "Treatise on the Monarch" into Sun Weizhan's hand, turned around and prepared to leave.

Sun Weizhan exclaimed urgently, "Wait a minute." ”

Gu Mengping turned his head and looked at Sun Weizhan's complicated and inexplicable eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, "We're friends, aren't we?" ”

Sun Weizhan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head hard, "Yes, we are friends!" ”

Gu Mengping smiled slightly, then walked out of the study and gently closed the door.

The sky is as blue as a wash, and a few thin white clouds are blown by the wind and surging slowly, changing in many ways.

Gu Mengping looked up at the sky and sighed inexplicably.

Then he stretched and sat down in the sun. Slowly closing his eyes, feeling the sun caress his cheeks little by little

In the study, Sun Weizhan carefully flipped through the pamphlet page by page, reading the sentences on it hungrily. Every word, every sentence, every paragraph seemed to open the door to a new world for him. What he couldn't understand and accept in the past is now organized.

In less than an hour, he had finished reading the pamphlet and sat there like dead wood.

In my mind, there was a chaotic gallop for a while, and my thoughts were confused.

How did Gu Mengping get this book? Why do you give the book to yourself? What did he see? Or what did he want in this matter?

Sun Weizhan's heart was in turmoil, and there seemed to be thousands of villains shouting at the same time in his mind. But when he was almost out of breath and opened the study to breathe, he saw Gu Mengping sitting on the railing next to the door of the study with his eyes closed.

A sense of tenderness rose in his heart, and he remembered Gu Mengping's words, "We are friends!" ”

Friends are for trust, not for betrayal! Sun Weizhan strode up to Gu Mengping and knocked him on the head hard.

Gu Mengping opened his eyes, but saw a serious and abnormal face, that face was very close to him, and he could feel the hot breath in the other party's nostrils.

"I'm homesick, I'm ready to go home."

As for the booklet, Sun Weizhan didn't even mention it, as if Gu Mengping had never given it to him, as if he had never seen this booklet in his life.

Gu Mengping smiled, and every line in the corner of his eyes was like a beating note, playing a cheerful rhythm.

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The second watch came, and sure enough, it was half an hour later than the eight o'clock that was promised yesterday.