In the spring of the fifth year of Youqing, in March, the wind and rain were bleak.

Mr. Kong did not come to Banxuezhai on time.

Someone came to inform the twenty-seven students in the half-school room: Mr. Kong suddenly fell ill last night, and he has passed away this morning, so he can't come to lecture, so let them allocate their own time today.

Everyone was stunned and sat motionless, not quite believing what they had just heard.

How so?

Teenage children still don't quite understand the true meaning of "death", and they only feel sudden, and they find it even more difficult to accept.

The teenage child actually understood everything, and knew that death meant that Mr. Kong would never appear again.

They will never see the master again, they will no longer see him with his beard full of anger, and they will no longer hear him call his name either sternly or lovingly.

Never to be seen again.

There was a low sobbing sound in the classroom, the girls were lying on the table biting their lower lipes, trying not to cry, and the boys clenched their fists, their eyes full of tears, unable to say a word.

"Wow!"

Shuangyan finally cried out loud and threw herself into Yuan Xi's arms: "What...... How so? Mr...... Mr. is obviously in good health! ”

The others also cried loudly, and there was mourning in the half-school fast.

Huaiyu's eyes were red, but she didn't cry, she just kept shedding tears.

Zhao Yan looked at Huaiyu and cried heavily, and gently patted Huaiyu's back.

Although he had just entered school today and had not gotten along with Mr. Kong, he had listened to Mr. Kong's teachings outside the door that day, and had been yearning for Mr. Kong.

……

The Confucian family has been scholarly for generations, and Mr. Kong is full of peach and plums.

Now that Mr. Kong has passed away, the Confucian Mansion is white, and there is an endless stream of people who come to mourn.

Mr. Feng, the head of the hall, took all the students to the Confucian Mansion to mourn, and everyone lined up and stepped forward to offer incense one by one.

Huaiyu put on a stick of incense, knelt in front of Mr. Kong's coffin and bowed three times, and withdrew with red eyes.

Leaving the Confucian Mansion and returning to the school, Huaiyu felt uncomfortable, ran to the martial arts training ground and played with swords and sticks, but she didn't feel better, she was sweating profusely, and fell to the ground weakly, closed her eyes, and let the breeze blow on her face.

"Huaiyu." Zhao Yan's sighing voice came.

Huaiyu opened his eyes to look at him, his eyes were red, and he didn't speak.

Zhao Yan sat down cross-legged and handed out a handkerchief: "If you want to cry, cry out." ”

"I didn't want to cry." Huaiyu didn't answer.

Zhao Yan didn't refute her, but only gently helped her wipe the sweat on her head.

"You say, where do people go when they die?"

"A man dies like a lamp goes out."

"Not really!" Huaiyu retorted excitedly, "After death, people go to the sky, become shining stars in the sky, become the wind blowing in the sky, become a gentle ray of sunshine, and become a ......"

Huaiyu suddenly cried as she spoke, and admitted sadly: "When people die, they are gone!" ”

Zhao Yan was also very uncomfortable when he saw her like this, he was worried that Huaiyu was lying on the ground and was cold, so he helped Huaiyu up from the ground and let her sit opposite him.

"You know what?" Zhao Yan said, "I sometimes think that after I die, my thoughts, my feelings, everything about me will disappear with my death, maybe at first there will be people who occasionally remember me, but after a hundred years, no one will remember the existence of 'me'......"

Huaiyu had a teardrop hanging from the corner of his eye, and listened to Zhao Yan in a daze.

"Think about it, I came to this world once, and after I died, there was no trace of me in this world, did I feel lonely, afraid, and lost?"

Huaiyu nodded.

Zhao Yan continued: "But Huaiyu, don't be afraid, you see that although Mr. Kong has passed away, he has left behind his wisdom, his knowledge, and his students are all over the world, and all the students will remember that there was once such a master, who was amazing and gorgeous, and left us with indelible memories."

"Bloodshed, sickness, death, these are all things we have to experience, but there is nothing to be afraid of, there is no need to panic."

Huaiyu listened to him say so much with a heavy expression, sniffed, and took his hand distressedly: "Did the eighth princess bully you again?" ”

"Huh?"

"Then why do you say bleeding and sickness?"

Zhao Yan suddenly laughed: "I'll just say it casually." ”

"Okay, I'm not sad!" Huaiyu got up and patted the ashes on his body, "You are not allowed to say such things in the future!" ”

"What kind of words?"

"It's bleeding and dying." Huai Yuhao said angrily, "I will protect you in the future, no one will dare to bully you!" ”

"Okay."

Huaiyu saw that he was well-behaved, and he no longer had the heavy look he had when he talked about death, so he said again: "Zhao Yan, what you just said, although Mr. Kong is dead, he has left the world with indelible knowledge and wisdom. ”

"Yes." Zhao Yan nodded.

"Wouldn't it be too sad if I died a hundred years later, when I died?"

"Nonsense!" Zhao Yan pretended to punch her, "You didn't allow me to talk about death just now, why did you bring it up again now?" Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps? ”

"Isn't it pathetic, you say?"

Zhao Yan looked at Huaiyu fixedly, and said softly: "We Huaiyu, amazing talent, superb martial arts, will definitely shake the past and the present in the future!" ”

Huaiyu looked at Zhao Yan with disdain: "Did you eat honey in your mouth today?" ”

"No, Huaiyu is already very powerful, I'm telling the truth."

"Rhetoric."

"Tell the truth!"

"Rhetoric!"

"Tell the truth!"

“……”

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Zhao Yan's words that day really comforted Huaiyu.

Although she occasionally thinks of Mr. Kong, she will be sad, but she will not be immersed in pain all the time.

Xie Lang took the initiative to invite Ying to teach Huaiyu their book.

This is a happy mountain chief, Xie Lang is an extremely proud person, his favorite thing to do on weekdays is to play chess with himself, and he doesn't like to deal with people the most.

But now that he is willing to lecture, the academy naturally can't ask for it.

Huaiyu is also very happy, Xie Lang will also tell her some truths in the book on weekdays, but after all, it is a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, and it is not systematic, and now I can listen to his lectures, Huaiyu is very much looking forward to it.

The spring rain a few days ago has gradually picked up recently, the sky is clear, and the rivers and mountains are good.

Huaiyu and Shuangyan were basking in the sun at Qinfang Bridge, she looked at the green willows on the bank of the Shuangxi River in the distance, and stretched her waist greatly:

"It's beautiful!"