I opened the door of the Confucian Mansion with a rattan basket, but before I could step out of the threshold, I was surprised to find a crying young man sitting on the steps in front of the Confucian Mansion.

"Little brother, why are you sitting here? What happened to you? The boy buried his head deep in his knees, his thin shoulders shaking up and down. Although he seemed to be trying to restrain his crying, his whimpering reached my ears with irrepressible pain.

The boy heard my voice and slowly lifted his head from his knees.

Red and swollen eyelids, pale face, although his tearful appearance at the moment is far from what I remember, I still recognize him at a glance, he is Yan Hui's son - Yan Xin.

"Yan Xin! Why are you here? What happened? I put down the rattan in my hand and pulled the boy up on the steps.

"Doctor, doctor, my father he ......" the boy looked at me and wept silently.

"Don't cry yet, tell me well, what's wrong with Master Yan? Did he faint again? I pulled up my cuffs and wiped the boy's tears.

The young man held back his tears and sobbed: "Yilin said that my father is no longer good, and my father is leaving." My mother asked me to invite the master, and my father wanted to see the master before leaving......"

The young man's tears flowed out of his eyes like a spring, and I looked at his tearful face, and remembered Yan Hui, who was in the prime of life in the burrow, but full of gray hair and dying, and I couldn't help but mourn in my heart.

Yan Hui can't hold it? Is he leaving...... He has followed behind Confucius all his life, regardless of wealth and disgrace, but now he wants to go first?

"Yan Xin, is he eating your father's medicinal soup and medicinal porridge? What does the medical forest say? Don't cry yet, just talk to me. I crouched in front of the boy and kept wiping away the tears that had come out of his eyes.

"My father was fine yesterday and was able to get out of bed. Uncle Duanmu sent someone to bring meat, and my father didn't accept it before, but he ate it yesterday. He said he was all right, he said he still had half a book left and wanted to finish it while he was in good spirits...... But he couldn't do it in the middle of the night...... It's all my fault, I should have stopped him, it's all my fault......" The boy squatted on the ground and hugged his knees before he finished speaking.

Why do you still have to write a book, why do you have to stay up late, he only has that last breath left, why is he so stubborn......

The boy on the steps curled himself into a ball, and I looked at his thin back, and my eyes ached.

"Yan Xin, it's not your fault, you've done a good job." I grabbed the boy's head and gently stroked his thin back.

"Doctor, do you know Master? A-Niang said that she can't cry when she sees the master, I'm afraid I can't help it, can you help me invite the master out? The boy looked up and wiped his tears desperately from his cuffs.

Let Kong Qiu go to see Yan Hui for the last time...... I froze at the boy's pleading.

"Doctor?" The boy tugged at my sleeve.

"Yan Xin, I'...... Master, he ......: "I looked at the young man's red and swollen eyes, and I couldn't speak for a while.

"Zi Di? Why are you here? What about the Master? At this time, Duanmu Ci drove the carriage to the gate of the Confucian Mansion.

"Senior brother, as soon as the master came back, he had a high fever, and I was planning to go out to collect some herbs to reduce the heat." I hurriedly let go of Yan Xin and took a bamboo basket full of herbs from Duanmu Ci's hand.

"Master has a fever! Let's go, take me there! Duanmuci jumped down from the carriage and hurried to the house.

"Senior brother, wait a minute! Ah Xin has something to say to you...... "I grabbed Duanmu Ci."

"Ah Xin? What are you doing here! Duanmu Ci found Yan Xin squatting on the steps.

"Uncle Duanmu, I came to find the master, my father is no longer good, he has something to say to the master." Yan Xin held back his crying and said with a sob.

"What do you say? Your father, he ......" Duanmu Ci's face froze instantly, and he stared at Yan Xin directly, and he didn't react for a long time.

"Yilin said that my father won't survive tonight at the latest, so my aunt asked me to invite my master...... Father has been thinking about Master since this morning, Uncle Duanmu, let Master go and see Father! ”

"Zi Di, Master is he now?" Duanmu turned his head to me.

I know how tormented he is at the moment, but Kongqiu is already seventy-one, and now he has a leg attack and a high fever. At this time, Mo said that he should let him go to see Yan Hui on his last journey, which was to tell him the news that Yan Hui was critically ill, and I was afraid that his body would be unbearable.

I didn't speak, Duanmu Ci took a deep breath, squatted down and grabbed Yan Xin's arm: "Ah Xin, the master is sick and can't go, let Uncle send you home first, okay?" ”

Yan Xin opened his red and swollen eyes and glanced at Duanmuci, then at me, and suddenly, with great strength, he broke away from Duanmuci and rushed into the courtyard regardless of it.

"Ah Xin—" Duanmu Ci and I were shocked, and hurriedly turned to chase him.

"Master—Master—" Yan Xin cried and broke into Kongqiu's bedchamber.

"Ah Xin, don't disturb the master!" Duanmu was shocked, he ran into the door and shouted at Yan Xin.

"Senior brother, Ah Xin, what's wrong with you? Zi Di, did you pick up the medicine back? Bu Shang put down the wet cloth in his hand and stood up with a puzzled expression.

"Ah Xin, Master is very sick, you can't frighten him, if your father knows that you disturbed Master, he will definitely be unhappy." Duanmu Ci walked up to Yan Xin and grabbed his hand, "Let's go, go back with your uncle, your father is still waiting for you at home." ”

"I can't go back alone! Master, Master, wake up......" The young man looked at the old and frail Kongqiu on the bed, and his face was full of pain, and tears rained down.

"Ah Xin, is it Ah Xin?" At this time, Kong Qiu on the bed suddenly woke up faintly, he turned his head with difficulty, and stretched out his hand to Yan Xin with trembling.

"Master, it's me...... Master, what's wrong with you? Yan Xin broke away from Duanmu Ci, ran forward in a few steps and grabbed Kong Qiu's hand.

"Master is old, love is sick, don't cry." Kong Qiu raised his hand and stroked Yan Xin's little face, his smile was weak, "Why are you here today, your father's illness is better?" ”

"Master, it was Ziyuan who sent Ah Xin to see you." Duanmu Ci hurriedly walked to Kong Qiu and knelt beside Yan Xin.

"Oh, Ah Xin, don't tell your father that I'm sick when I go back later, he will have to worry about it when he knows." Kong Qiu sighed, groped and took out a handkerchief from under the pillow, "Quickly wipe away your tears, don't let your father see it, the master is tired today, and tomorrow will be fine......"

Yan Xin's hand clutched the handkerchief tightly, and he wanted to speak, but his mouth opened several times but he couldn't spit out a word. In the end, he suddenly threw himself and hugged Kong Qiu on the bed tightly: "Master, you get better quickly, Master, you get better quickly...... The young man hugged Kong Qiu and cried bitterly.

Kong Qiu was very sick, and before Yan Xin pounced on him, he had already half-closed his eyes and was almost sleepy. But the young man's hug woke him up again, he stroked Yan Xin's head, and struggled to sit up: "Ah Xin, tell the master, what's wrong with you today?" ”

"Master, you can't get up." Bu Shang, who was standing on the side of the bed, helped Kong Qiu.

Before Bu Shang's words fell, Yan Xin had already let go of the hand that was holding Kong Qiu and stood up. He looked at Kong Qiu on the bed with tears in his eyes, then turned around and silently handed his hand to Duanmu Ci beside him: "Uncle Duanmu, send me home!" Father, you must be waiting for me......"

Duanmu Ci was stunned, he looked up at the young man's face, and tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

"Good boy, go, Uncle will send you home to your father......"

Duanmu Ci took Yan Xin's hand and left, and I stood at the door of the mansion and looked at the two figures that were fading away in the sunset, and I couldn't help but cry.

In the future, when someone opens those bamboo slips, when someone reads every word that Yan Hui wrote with his life, they will remember him, remember his gray hair born at the age of 29, and remember his life of poverty but perseverance.

Master Yan, go all the way......

The night after Yan Xin left, I stayed in the Confucian Mansion.

Kong Qiu drank the medicine and fell asleep, and the Bu Shang had to change a bucket of new water every hour to wipe him up. In the second half of the night, the flush on Kongqiu's face finally receded, and his body no longer trembled. The extremely tired merchant leaned against the wall and took a nap. I didn't want to sleep, so I took the oil lamp to the bookshelf of Kongqiu and found a few books.

All the countries in the world have their own history books, the historical name of Jin is "Cheng", the historical name of Chu is "梼杌", and the historical name of Lu is "Lu Chunqiu". Kong Qiu's "Spring and Autumn" was revised from "Lu Chunqiu". It is the responsibility of Taishi to revise history. Confucius was not a historian, but he went to great lengths to revise the Spring and Autumn Period, which I admired.

Revising history has never been a pleasing thing, and in such troubled times, the result of writing straight is often to lose your head.

The secret passage under the Qi Palace was secretly dug and built by the Duke of Qi Zhuang in order to fornicate with Tang Jiang, the wife of Cui Zhu, the prime minister of Qi, and he finally died in the hands of Cui Zhu. Others may sound like this is just a fragrant palace secret, but during the time when the Taishi Mansion helped revise the history of the Jin Dynasty, Shi Mo told me a story about the integrity of the historian caused by this incident.

After Cui Shu killed the king, he asked Taishi of Qi to record the death of Zhuang Gong with the cause of his death, but Taishi Bo did not comply, and Cui Shu killed him in a fit of anger. After Tai Shi Bo's death, his eldest brother Zhong succeeded him as Tai Shi. Cui Zhu threatened Tai Shi Zhong, but Tai Shi Zhong was unmoved and still wrote "Cui Zhu killed the king", and then he also died. After the third brother and uncle succeeded to the throne, he was not afraid of power and inherited the will of the two elder brothers, and he was soon killed by Cui Shu.

Cui Shu killed the three Taishi in one go, and when the fourth Taishi Ji succeeded him, Cui Zhu thought he would be afraid, but the Taishi Ji, who had already died three brothers, still refused to give in. In the end, Cui Shu relented, and he finally asked this Tai Shi Ji to record his crime of "killing the king" in the history of Qi.

Cui Zhu killed Shi because he was afraid of leaving a crime in the annals of history, and it was a fact that he killed the king, but he was afraid that future generations would accuse him and scold him because of this. Therefore, when people in the world did not understand why Kong Qiu wanted to repair "Spring and Autumn", Shi Mo had already understood that Zhong Ni wrote "Spring and Autumn" in order to make the world's chaotic ministers and thieves afraid.

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