I don't know how many hundred miles have passed, about a year or so, and he suddenly got tired of it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He hated the life of trekking through mountains and rivers like this, he hated walking, walking, walking, year after year, and although the mountains and rivers he saw would change, he was too tired to stand it, so he stopped his steps.

He met a small town, and it just so happened that the teacher in this town happened to die in a few days, and the children in the town who went to private schools did not go to school, so he stayed in this town and taught these children to read and write, and earn some silver taels to earn a living.

Later, he drank a little wine one night, drunk unconscious, and remembered what happened to him in Dazhou City, and suddenly liked the taste of borrowing wine to drown his sorrows, and also met a few fox friends who were addicted to alcohol, and got drunk in the wine store every day.

All the money he had earned from teaching was used by him for drinking, for gambling, and perhaps all the silver taels that had just been received would be spent on the night of the same day, so that the children who were learning to read and write also called him a bastard in private, and never regarded the young man as an ordinary teacher.

In him, I can't find all the old-fashionedness, stubbornness and ...... of any teaching gentleman Righteousness, so the parents of those children gradually learned about the bad private life of the youth, and also saw the teacher who was delirious and drunk in the night market, drinking and fighting with those fox friends and dogs.

So, two years later, the youth was unemployed, and he walked down the empty street with only a few silver taels left, blowing the cool breeze, thinking about the disdainful eyes of the children's parents.

I returned to the house where I had lived for two years, picked up the dusty bookcase on my back, opened the dusty books of the sages, and finally regained the clarity of my fascinated eyes.

His steps were light, and soon he quietly left the town where he had lived for two years, without alarming anyone, without a single memory.

That year, the youth was twenty-three years old.

He once again set foot on his own path, shuttling alone between the mountains and rivers, continuing his wandering.

This time, he walked towards a city called Lin'an City, because he had heard a lot of legends about this city, he knew that this was the largest city in the world, he knew that this was a place where those immortals often haunted, and the most important thing was that he heard that the immortals in this city were different from other places, and they could be treated fairly.

So he said to himself, Zhang Chunsheng, you have to come on, your father is still waiting for you to return to your hometown at home.

The road to Lin'an City was not peaceful, and he met some very powerful people, who called themselves cultivators, but preferred the young man to respectfully call them immortals.

The young man knew that if he did not do it, he would surely die, so he did so, and bowed down on the ground very respectfully, and the man had gold under his knees for a moment, and he fell on his knees like other spineless men, for those who did not kneel were dead.

This incident gave the young man a clearer and more intuitive understanding of cultivators and immortals, and he couldn't help but worry, would the legendary Lin'an City be the same as the original Dazhou City?

Two years later, he finally came to Lin'an City, he finally understood what it was like to be a cultivator, and the system of Lin'an City was very fair, and he became a secretary in Lin'an Mansion as he wished.

In the past three years, he climbed to the position of the governor of Lin'an Prefecture, becoming the best and youngest governor in Lin'an City over the years, and even one of the few governors who can be re-elected.

He worked hard in Lin'an Mansion for ten years, and in the past ten years, he tried to sweep away all injustices, and he was indeed dedicated to the common people, so in the tenth year, his term of office was at its limit, and when he was leaving, the people of the city were reluctant to say goodbye to him.

He smiled and waved goodbye to these cute little people, thinking that the people here are really kind, and then packed his bags and walked out of Lin'an City with the small money he had saved over the years.

The year he left Lin'an City, he was thirty-six years old, he was no longer the young and ambitious young man, he was a rich man who had a successful career and returned to his hometown, a middle-aged man who had completed his childhood ideals but did not feel satisfied.

Outside Lin'an City, the man received an invitation from the White Lotus Holy Mountain, when a female disciple of the Dao Sect walked out of the side of the mountain road, did not tell him his identity, but directly asked, if you are willing to cultivate.

So the man asked, if it is a cultivator, can it still benefit the officials and the people?

The woman said, "No, since you have started to cultivate, you must not relax at all times, where will you have time to deal with government affairs?"

So the man said, that's not good, I still have to go to other places to be an official, Lin'an City is already very satisfying, I want to change the status quo of other counties, Beihai is not peaceful, I don't have time to cultivate, I don't cultivate.

The woman said, this is the only chance, how many people dream of it, do you really refuse?

The man said, "Leave this opportunity to someone else, although it is indeed exciting, but please forgive me for refusing."

The wealthy man hired a carriage and set out on his way home.

The small town in his hometown is still the same, even the big green mountains on the edge of the small city have not changed in the slightest, and the middle-aged man who returned to his hometown finally understood what it is to be a young man who has left home and returned to his hometown, what is the hometown accent has not changed and his sideburns are declining, and what is a child who does not know each other, and asked with a smile where the guest came from.

The man dressed as a rich man walked to the inconspicuous corner in the south of the city, the room was still there, but the house was empty, and there was no figure in the yard, so the man squatted at the door of his house, waiting for the old father who had not met for 20 years to come back.

The middle-aged man didn't understand where his father was, so he walked into the house and saw the dusty furniture, and finally realized something.

That night, he drank alone under the moon in the courtyard of the old mansion, drunk all night, and waited all night.

The next day, I inquired into the neighborhood, and found out that two years ago, my father had died, and his old man had died of illness, and no one found him until the body began to decay and stink, and he was found dead at home.

It is said that when the old man died, his eyes were still wide open, and he looked out of the house, as if waiting for someone to return.

The middle-aged man who knew about this finally couldn't hold back his hazy eyes and returned home, crying profusely.

He cried loudly, the first time in 20 years since he left home, that day there was a lot of breaking things in the old house, accompanied by a terrible cry, which startled the neighbors.

The old father's body was finally taken away by a woman, who was dressed in red, came from afar, and looked like she was only twenty-eight beautiful, obviously a young and beautiful woman, but she claimed to be the wife of the old man, which was incredible.

The body is said to have been buried by the woman in red on the top of Daqing Mountain, but no one has been there since then, and the grave grass is old and high.

The grieving middle-aged man tidied up his appearance, walked out of the small city, and walked towards the big green mountain that he often used to play in his childhood.

When he went out of the city, white snow flakes fell in the sky, and then the man realized that it was already winter, but no matter how cold the north wind was, where could it compare to the chill in his heart? Wasn't it also such a snowy day when he walked out of the house twenty years ago? Wasn't it the same with the loneliness and coldness in his father's heart at that time?

But it took him twenty years to understand.

On Daqing Mountain, the man looked at the simple grave, looked at the name of his father on the tombstone, and his slightly rickety figure knelt in front of the cold grave of the old father, as if he could see the regret in the eyes of the old man when he left.

He lowered his body and kowtowed nine times.

The blades of grass fluttered in front of the grave, and the middle-aged man got up, gently cleaned the grave, was silent, and then turned around and went down the mountain.

After 20 years, he returned to his hometown, but he only saw his father's grave, and when the old man died, he must have hoped that his wife and children could come back, but at the moment when his life was cut off, he was not able to get his wish.

But who is the woman in red? Is she really her mother?

The middle-aged man was confused, but the woman disappeared quickly, and he didn't know where she came from, and she didn't know where she was going, so he could only give up the idea of following in his mother's footsteps.

He kept vigil for his father for a whole year, and a year later he moved back to the old house in the small town from the thatched cottage on the hill, and lived for another three years, as if he wanted to find the memories of his childhood in these three years.

But the top girl who liked to flatter him in Sichun Lou back then has long been gone, and it is said that he was redeemed by a rich family and brought home as a concubine.

Another regrettable thing is that the private school gentleman who taught him at the beginning had gone to the west ten years ago, and now he went to his grave and kowtowed ten years late, and I don't know if his old man will be very angry in the spirit of heaven, but as a student he taught, he can be re-elected as the governor of Lin'an City for ten years, and his old man must be very proud, right?

When he was forty years old, he left the town again, and he didn't know if he would ever return.

My father's wish was that the common people could live and work in peace and contentment, which sounded so lofty that I don't know where it was, but if it could not be realized, it would be empty talk, but a middle-aged man could achieve it, he had the ability to do it, and this had become a dream he inherited from his old father.

So he marched towards a county town in a remote area, and although he did not wear a shabby scholar's shirt, carrying a bookcase, and holding a few books of sages in his hand, as he had done in those days, he had only bought an ordinary horse, and was wearing an ordinary coat that was not very ostentatious, and set out on his journey. (To be continued.) )