Guan Kuo was so depressed that he was about to cry, he didn't know how the old man could see that he was absent-minded, and even he himself was deceived by himself, and he felt that he was listening to the piano very seriously, but why did the old man always find what was hidden in his heart?

He really felt like he wanted to be quiet.

In the tent, after many days, he no longer paid attention to the uselessness, and there were other people who were not used to him, but he could feel that the useless gaze on himself had become more and more unbearable.

"Hey, fool."

A voice came.

It's not useless, it's another person who also doesn't like him.

Ever since he had a fight with Useless, everyone except Tie Shan Wu had stopped talking to him, and for the first time in so many days, that person had spoken up.

It's just that in addition to banter, there is also a very deep hostility in it.

"I said you two, when you pretend to # in the future, can you get away? You're in the way of Lao Tzu. ”

The useless and the others did not move, still in a sleeping position, but he seemed to feel the gazes of those people nailed to him.

Guan Kuo looked at him.

"First, I can't get out, you can show me, and second, you're also in the way of Lao Tzu, why don't you get away?"

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the big man who had already killed four or five enemies scattered a wooden shelf in the camp with a punch, his eyes glared at Guan Kuo fiercely, and said, "I've put up with you for a long time, do you know?" ”

Guan Kuo looked at his face, which was deformed by anger and irritability, and felt more and more incredible.

He was thinking, could it be that seeing a person unhappy could be so unreasonable, and make the hatred as deep as the sea?

This is really unreasonable, this is really arrogant and prejudiced, because they have the first view of themselves because of the outside rumors, and then they will see that you are not happy with whatever you do, such as killing fewer enemies, such as listening to the piano, such as there will be more.

He sighed.

At the same time, I also heard Tetsuyama Wuya, who was still snoring just now, sigh.

"You're arguing and I'm sleeping, can you please stay away?" There is no way in the Iron Mountain.

His words sounded gentle, like his ever-sunny smile, but when no one spoke anymore, the man sneered and fell asleep.

Guan Kuo, with great irritability, also fell asleep.

He tried to get the secret of the bamboo slip from the old man, but he couldn't achieve his goal, and now, those guys who have always looked at themselves with prejudice because of their former identity and the false impression they once gave people, always want to intervene.

He has to find a way to figure out the contents of the bamboo slips, and he also has to find a way to get rid of these guys who always get in the way of listening to the piano, so it's annoying.

He began to figure out the old man's thoughts, the old man's will.

He knows that this is a person with a very strong heart, perhaps, the old man let himself listen to the piano with peace of mind, and he doesn't want anything else, which is to educate himself on how to ignore the strange eyes of others and do what he is doing with peace of mind?

He didn't quite understand, and he vaguely understood.

When listening to the piano, you should only listen to the qin, and studying the bamboo slip is already another thing.

If you are thinking about other things while listening to the piano, how can you guarantee that you are serious when studying bamboo slips?

Guan Kuo didn't understand everything, but he vaguely understood the truth that one of them didn't know whether it was right or wrong.

He didn't know if he could do what he wanted, so he had to keep trying.

Fortunately, he has a lot of opportunities, and the old man is willing to give him a lot of opportunities.

The old man still left after playing the piano, without giving him any chance to raise the matter, but, unlike the previous three days, but as before, the old man did not speak to him now, and did not have any more exhortations.

However, Guan Kuo knew that it was because when he was listening to the piano in his heart, there was still the shadow of the bamboo slip.

He had to wait, wait for himself to transform, and vaguely, he felt that the old man was also waiting.

In fact, sometimes when he looks back and thinks about it, he feels that his relationship with the old man, as well as the encounter, and then the things after the encounter are a little inexplicable. He didn't know that he left Chang'an, after hearing the long-lost piano sound for the first time, why did he wait outside the tent every night, when the old man came to his side, why did the two sides not need to communicate at all, just next to each other, one played the piano, one listened to the piano, and after that, the old man would take such pains to build his own mind.

Perhaps, this is called fate.

On the road of life, there will always be some people who meet together, stay close to each other, and then separate again.

……

……

The weather is getting cooler and cooler, and the scenery outside the gate is a little confused, looking at the vast world from afar, like light-toned smoke.

Probably this is the legendary sky and wildness.

Ashinaqin's troops finally fought a few battles with Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, in which neither side had a clear victory.

It was a real battlefield, and it was definitely not like the harassing raids and night raids that had happened before.

They did not participate in those battles, but now, in addition to facing the harassment of the Tu people and recuperating from their injuries, they also have to start training with those who have been sent to the frontier from all over the south.

It seems that they will get closer and closer to those regular soldiers.

Moreover, it also means that in the future, they will face a real and even more brutal war.

Guan Kuo was glad that he hadn't died yet, but he could feel that his current self was much stronger than when he first participated in the battle.

On this night, after listening to the piano, Guan Kuo finally asked the old man for the first time.

"Why don't you change the place where you play now, but only here?" He asked.

In the dim light, the old man's face was a little blurred.

"I always play in different places because I only play for myself, so it doesn't matter where I am. I've played a lot in this camp, and I've only found one person who is willing and has time to listen, so I have to care about the second person besides me. ”

His voice was old, but it had a strange power.

The old man is no different from Tie Shan, when Tie Shan Wu is talking, he is careless, and he is always a little indifferent, not necessarily not caring at all, but definitely not caring much. But the old man is not like this, when the old man says anything, he is very indifferent, that kind of indifference, not that he doesn't care, but that he is strong in his heart, and when he is strong in his heart, he will look at anything indifferently.