"The truth of this world, Zhongda, do you understand?"

Sima Qingyi spoke, he sat cross-legged on the floor, and Sima Yi sat upright behind him, with a serious face. The little hands lay flat on his knees, and beside him lay a brazier, the coals in which the fire burned, and there was a burst of warmth.

Spring is still cold, even more so for a child like Sima Yi, even with the presence of a brazier, that serious little face is still a little red. If there is a woman here, I am afraid that I can't help but go up and pinch his little face, even if he is Sima Yi, who is famous in later generations, he still can't hide the cuteness and cuteness of this moment, especially when that little face still looks like an adult.

"Well..."Sima Yi fell into deep thought, although he was young, he had already gone to school, but more time spent in play, but this did not affect his thinking at all.

After pondering for a long time, Sima Yi's black eyes gurgled and turned, and he reached out and took out a string of rock sugar gourds from behind his waist, and when he was close to wiping his mouth, he bit off one. Eating, feeling the sweet taste of rock sugar in his mouth, coupled with the sour taste of hawthorn, for him, this is the delicacy of the world.

Hearing the chirping sound from behind, Sima Qingyi's handsome face, which was facing away from Sima Yi, smiled unconsciously. He didn't see Sima Yi in the rear, but he could imagine the current scene with just his brain, so he laughed.

Even Sima Yi, who can compete with Zhuge Liang, who is wise and close to demons, is just a playful child at this time, and that kind of innocence is impossible to erase. Just like his Sima Qingshan, he is definitely not much better at the stage when he is still a child of five or six years old. At that time, he was probably still running around in the courtyard of the Sima family's mansion in open crotch pants?

"Zhongda, don't smack your mouth when you eat, wipe it well after eating." Sima Qingshan reminded, took out a neatly folded silk scarf, and put it on the wooden floor on the side.

"Oh." Sima Yi replied vaguely, and began to deal with the rock sugar gourd in his hand again.

They sat outside, the hallway empty, facing the lush trees and flowers in the courtyard, and a small pond nearby, in which the fish flicked their tails from time to time, and the sound of lapping on the water was heard. This is one of the Sima family's private residences in Luoyang City, and there are a few other private residences, but they were all resold by Sima Qingshan at a very high price, and the remaining one is the one with the highest style and the least coveted one.

Anyone who looks at this mansion from the outside will not pay too much attention to this mansion, but will shift their eyes to the mansions of those wealthy businessmen next to it. As for the heaven and earth in it, it is only for those who know the goods, and for those who do not know the goods, it seems that this is the only way.

When Dong Zhuo entered Luoyang, only such a mansion could survive, as long as there was no gold and silver, those Liangzhou soldiers and horses would not care too much about this kind of place where there was no oil and water to scrape. Or maybe it will be burned down in that fire in Luoyang City?

Who knows? Anyway, Sima Qingshan left this private mansion just because this private mansion is in the hands of others, and it is no different from putting it in his own hands. Although as a member of the Eight Great Families of the Empire and a member of the Sima family in charge of the economy, the amount of money he has been exposed to since he was a child may be incomparable to other people's lifetimes, several lifetimes, and dozens of lifetimes.

In Sima Qingshan's eyes, what is more important than monetary interests is probably emotion, and a series of things that cannot be exchanged for money. Or maybe it's because he has no worries about food and clothing, and it's true that it's countless times better than the commoners in many empires. But money is enough, so who is not doing well among those imperial civilians?

The real Sima, in the game, is Sima, Sima Qingshan has never looked at his family members in this game world with the eyes of data. I remember his father, who likes green shirts, said that if you look at everything as something that can be measured by money, then one day, you will also be measured by others with corresponding reasons.

The family Sima is definitely not without reason, in the time of the founding emperor of the empire, in the empire of the Common Era, there were more wealthy merchants than Sima in the world at that time. But only the Sima family bet everything on the founding emperor, even if the other party is at the end of the road. In the words of their ancestors, money can be earned without it, and investment is always risky. What's more, when the investee is still a friend you can trust, why not stand up to it?

"Have you eaten yet?" Sima Qingshan asked.

"Alright." Sima Yi picked up the silk scarf and wiped his mouth carefully, as for the remaining bamboo sticks, he had already thrown them into a bamboo basket placed in the corridor.

When he turned his head and saw the little flower cat, the smile on Sima Qingshan's face couldn't help but become even more presumptuous. He beckoned, "Come here." ”

Sima Yi shook his head, wiped his mouth harder with a silk scarf, and said firmly: "I have grown up." ”

"Oh?" Sima Qingshan raised his eyebrows, and then said, "Can't come over?" ”

When he shook his head again very firmly, he continued: "If you don't come, then I'll go." ”

Sima Yi's face immediately fell, thinking of the countless painful experiences of hide and seek, no matter how confident he was, what he was finally greeted by a ruthless grab, he had to stand up and obediently walked to Sima Qingshan's side.

"That's right." Sima Qingshan nodded with satisfaction and grabbed Sima Yi, who was still resisting. He took the silk scarf from the latter's hand and began to wipe the mouth of the little flower cat in front of him, extremely carefully.

"How? Have you thought about it? After wiping Sima Yi's mouth, Sima Qingshan withdrew his hand and asked.

"Alright. Ahem. Sima Yi coughed twice solemnly.

"Reason, isn't it like when I'm out of the house and playing with those little kids, as long as I buy them sugar gourds to eat, no matter what I say, they think it makes sense?"

After saying this, Sima Yi seemed to feel that what he said was very reasonable, so he nodded his head twice again, and said to himself: "That's right, that's it, the sugar gourd is the truth!" ”

It wasn't until later that he suddenly reacted, and he didn't quite know what he thought was the truth that he thought was reasonable. But he took it for granted, squinting at the green shirt on his starling, thinking about when he would be able to be dressed like that.

"Alas... It will take many years to grow up, and it is really melancholy. He sighed melancholy.

"Poof. You kid. Sima Qingshan next to him laughed, if he hadn't suppressed it quickly, he was afraid that the spitting stars would have scattered all over the sky in front of him.

"Starling, does what I said make sense?" Crossing his waist, Sima Yi asked Sima Qingyi triumphantly.

"I think Zhongda Gongzi has a point." In the back room, there was a cat nodding approvingly.

As a successful salesman, he successfully sold himself and a sword and became Sima Qingshan's bodyguard. And after that, the two didn't have to go to the guest house anymore, but followed them to live in this private mansion.

"No matter what kind of reason it is, it can't be worth the money, and the fist, no matter which one it is, even if it is unreasonable, it can become reasonable." There is a cat tired of saying what is in his heart.

"What about you?" He set his eyes on a sword that was bleeding.

"My sword is the truth." A sword fluttered with blood to answer.

His truth is very simple, only his sword is the truth. Anything that is not a truth in his eyes, or a different truth, as long as he has a sword in his hand, he can express his truth.

"Look, there are uncles who agree!" Sima Yi muttered excitedly, unaware that the cat behind him had been seriously injured by him.

"Uncle..."Youmao had a bitter face, only feeling that he had received 10,000 points of critical damage. He unexpectedly, so unknowingly, became an uncle?!

"yes. What you said is indeed a kind of truth. Sima Qingshan said.

"But do you really want to use rock sugar gourds to convince those children of your reasoning for a short time?" He asked again.

The education of the Sima family is actually very simple, that is, guidance, which is why there was the title of Sima Bada later. Education at home is never a cage, and the elders of the family do not impose their own demands on them.

Freely. So Sima Yi's childhood is actually very simple, that is, rock sugar gourds, play, and some books are intertwined, so simple.

Sima Yi fell into thought, and soon, he replied, "I don't want to." ”

"I always have to use rock sugar gourds, so I can't eat much myself? Also, if one day I can't get the rock sugar gourd, wouldn't it be unreasonable? The little Sima Yi added with great distress.

"You kid." Sima Qingshan shook his head and chuckled.

"Truth is the difference between good and evil, human feelings, ethics and morality, and right and wrong. That's the big idea. Said slowly, Sima Qingshan didn't want to change Sima Yi anything, he was just doing what he should teach.

No matter what kind of person Sima Yi will be in the future, and how far he will go, will he become a conspirator in the eyes of many people. It doesn't matter, Sima Yi is his younger brother, the youngest brother.

"The big truth? Isn't there a little truth to that? Sima Yi tilted his head and asked.

"Yes." Sima Qingyi nodded, watching the wind blow on the land in the courtyard, bringing up the flying leaves on his head. Each leaf has its own landing point, some fly farther away, some fly into the pond, and some slowly hover to the ground.

People are like these leaves, they have their own contexts, even if they are the same, they will eventually have different experiences, different endings, and where they are going. The truth, in fact, is what it looks like. Since there are thousands of kinds of people, based on the differences of each person, the truth in everyone's eyes is different.

"The little truth is the truth that you think is right." Sima Qingyi smiled, stretched out his hand, and caught a leaf that fell from the eaves.

"So what I think is right is the truth?" Sima Yi asked, his eyes were bright, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Yes, based on the small truth under the big truth." Sima Qingshan nodded.

"The truth of the world is actually right and wrong, do you know Zhongda?" Sima Qingshan sighed a little and said to himself.

"I don't know." Sima Yi replied honestly. His mind is confused now, and he can't understand some words clearly, so the eyes that look at Sima Qingshan now are the kind of eyes that you said very right, spoke well, but were completely confused.

With a sigh of relief, Sima Yi originally wanted to pretend to sigh deeply, but thinking that he might be spanked or rubbed by the starling Sima Qingshan, he still didn't sigh in the end. sat down, cross-legged, hands flat on his knees, although he couldn't hear clearly, but he couldn't help but give face to his brother who spoiled him the most!

"Uh-huh." Sima Yi nodded and agreed in agreement.

"Reason, truth." Shaking his head, Sima Qingshan showed a disdainful smile.

Although everyone is reasonable, and they all use morality to restrain themselves and others, however, many times and many things are unreasonable. For example, Dong Zhuo entered Beijing, he had no reason, he caused chaos in the court, and his soldiers and horses were rampant and domineering in Luoyang City, burning, killing and looting along the way, which was also unreasonable. But it's such an unreasonableness, he can still do it, and no one has been able to stop it.

"Zhongda, sometimes, if you find that your reasoning is contrary to other people's reasoning, don't think that you are wrong, it may be that others are wrong."

"Take the path that you think is right, as long as you think it is right, then the great truth will not stop you. In fact, in the world, there is no right or wrong, good and evil, and there is not so much truth. Sima Qingshan said as he spoke, and his voice suddenly deepened.

"It's just that there is a difference in personal standpoint, what everyone pursues is different, the position in which they stand is different, what they touch and what they want to touch are different, and naturally their own principles are also different. You just have to go down on your own and take the path that you don't regret. ”

"So, whoever wins, who is still alive, has the ability to decide between right and wrong?" Sima Qingshan was suddenly stunned and asked himself.

"No, it's not." He shook his head and muttered, "Maybe time will tell." ”

Suddenly woke up, for Sima Yi, these words are undoubtedly incomprehensible now. He smiled self-deprecatingly, turned his head to look, and sure enough, his brother was looking at him with a confused expression.

(End of chapter)