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The colorful morning glow catches people's eyes, weaving the sky into a red and purple picture.

The wind came from the distant green hills, blowing in the small city bathed in the twilight.

The town is not big, but it is quite lively, and everywhere you look, it is crowded with people, and the dense flow of people is surging, as if it can drown everything.

The noisy voices were mixed with a lot of shouting, and some old people were full of anger to sell in it, making the lush market here even more lively. The voices of some guests talking in the teahouse restaurant gently surround the ears, revealing a relaxed and comfortable feeling. In front of the goods on the stalls, some curious young men and women carefully looked at the small cheap jewelry, and there was a strong desire to buy it in their eyes.

In the south corner of the city, in the courtyard of a hut, a boy with a delicate face is reading a book seriously, he is sitting on a small stool, relying on the afterglow of the sunset in the sky, meticulously looking at the words on the book, his eyes are serious and focused.

A middle-aged man suddenly walked into the house and said to him: "Chunsheng, have you finished reading the book? Mr. and I just went out to the private school and I praised you, saying that if you study hard, there will definitely be a prominent way out in the future, and if you become an official, it must be the gospel of the common people!"

The boy's eyes were a little confused, but he still said seriously: "Got it!"

He was only seven or eight years old, and his life was only seven or eight years, but he was far more mature than his peers, and he was a brilliant mind, and he was Mr. Private's favorite student.

But he himself has always had a very confused thing, and that is that he can't figure out his name.

From childhood to adulthood, he only remembered that his name was Li Molan, a name that seemed to have accompanied him for many years, but his father always called him Zhang Chunsheng, which made him a little confused, but he didn't ask anything.

He couldn't figure out the reason for this, but since his father called him Zhang Chunsheng, then he called him Zhang Chunsheng.

He also vaguely knew that he was born on a spring day, and his father, who had a little ink in his stomach, gave himself such a name, which sounded okay, and ordinary children didn't need such a shocking name, just don't be a shameful name like Ergouzi, and his mother who was still at home at the time did not object.

So the name was decided, but unfortunately the boy was always unfamiliar with the three words Zhang Chunsheng, and the three words Li Molan seemed to appear in his head out of thin air, and they were very kind.

But Zhang Chunsheng is Zhang Chunsheng.

The boy's memory of his mother was blurred, except that he remembered that her arms were warm and her smile was kind, and even her voice was blurred, as if she had been washed clean by the current of time.

I heard from a neighbor that the naturally beautiful and beautiful mother disliked the middle-aged man in the family for doing nothing all his life, so she left the house alone on an autumn day, leaving the young boy with the middle-aged man to take care of.

At that time, she said that she wanted to go out to see the world and see the world, but the man in the family accepted it calmly, and waved his hand, saying that he would remember to come back early.

As a result, many years have passed, but she has never come back, and I don't know if the trace of concern in the man's heart is still there, whether the edges and corners have been polished by the years.

Probably really too precocious, the boy was a little calm and a little scary when he first learned about it.

He didn't cry like an ordinary child, and he didn't have any anger at his mother's choice, he just took it for granted, although his father was kind and gentle, but in a sense he did seem a little cowardly and mediocre, to say that he was worthy of a beauty like his mother, it was indeed far-fetched, at least not a talented woman.

But he neither complained about his mother, nor did he have any resistance to his father's ordinariness, he also felt that ordinary was good, a plain Zhang Chunsheng, an ordinary life, born with the life of a little people, living the life of a little people, what's wrong?

But in the end he still got ahead, although only in a small thatched cottage, among a group of naughty children, relying on his innate kindness to books and the innate knowledge in his head, he was not only praised by Mr. Private School, but even won a poor talent passing through a small town in a literary competition.

Then my father was very happy that day, and made an exception to buy a chicken and stew it home, although it was not an expensive and nourishing old hen, but it was already the limit of a middle-aged man.

The boy was very happy that day, and then asked his father what he was going to do in the future.

Although he is talented and intelligent, he doesn't seem to have thought about this problem, and his father's back has always been majestic, which makes the boy feel trusted, and let his father choose the future path for him.

The man said, you have to study hard in the future, go to the big city to be an official, and work hard for the happiness of the people at dawn, so that the people can live a good life.

Benefiting the common people has always been the goal of contemporary Confucianism, and men are no exception and are regarded as dreams.

The man's words were deeply imprinted in the boy's head, and the boy sat on the edge of the dining table, clenched his little fists, and said seriously: "I must let the people of the world live a good life." ”

Then the man laughed, laughed very happily, and said that what Dad didn't do back then, I'll leave it to you.

When a man was young, he did serve as an official, although he was only a minor official, he only dealt with the small disputes of the local people, and he was not a big official.

It's just that I don't know for some reason, the man later gave up the official and followed the boy's mother to this small city, becoming an ordinary ordinary person, going out to take care of people's business on weekdays to earn money, occasionally working part-time as a groom or something, and not trying to make a lot of money, just want to live a stable life, very no dream.

It's just that it is said that when the man was an official, he met the legendary immortal, and then there was no follow-up. The man did not defend himself, and he laughed at it whenever he encountered doubts, which was called a light cloud, and the boy always believed in what his father said, thinking that his intelligence was brought about by that fairy fate.

The days are still passing, although there is no mother, the father and son depend on each other, but it is not as hard as imagined, the man actually knows how to save money, and he doesn't know when he plans to plan it, and all the money saved is for the boy to go to school.

Fortunately, the boy did not disappoint the man, and according to Mr. Shoku, it was a promising one.

Every time Mr. Private School complimented the boy, the man would smile shyly and say that the dog was tired of Mr. Dog, and then when he got home, he would tell the boy about the excitement.

Then the boy, who was obviously a child, would look helplessly at his father, who was obviously an adult, and excitedly recounted it, not to mention how happy he looked, as if he saw the child come home.

Several years have passed, the child has never come back, the boy has grown up, he did not play in the mud and naughty outside all day long like children of the same age, but kept reading, obviously a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, full of bookish air, plus inherited from his mother's good-looking eyebrows, that is a handsome scholar, how many little girls think about him day and night, even the big girl in this green building knows that this small town is quite famous and delicate little scholar, every time he passes by those places like Sichun Building, the girls upstairs will throw flattering eyes at him, and then the scholar shirt boy smiled shyly, in response, very young。

From childhood to adulthood, from boy to teenager, day after day, he felt that it was almost the same.

So he said to his father that he was going out, that he was going to leave this small city, that he was going to be an official in a big city, that he was going to benefit the common people, that he was going to leave this small family and go to the wider world.

The man agreed.

That year, he was sixteen years old.

Then the boy began to pack his luggage, and led a bad horse that a man had bought with a lot of money, to go out of the city, to take exams in the big city, to become a high official, and finally, as his father said, to inherit his unfulfilled dream, to benefit the people.

On that day, on a snowy day, the boy walked out of the town with his bags and a bad horse, and only his father saw him off.

The middle-aged man stood on the white snow, beckoned to him, and said that he would remember to come back early.

Snowflakes are falling all over the sky.

The young man looked at the man's deliberate smile, and suddenly choked up, because he remembered that when his mother left, the man said the same thing, and he smiled and beckoned, but unfortunately she didn't come back.

But the boy knew that he would return, so he waved his hand in the same way, mounted his horse, and shouted for his father to wait for him to return home.

Returning to his hometown, how many wanderers go out to wander all their lives with this extravagant hope, and they have nothing to achieve when they are old, and they return to their hometowns in despair, but they are asked with a smile Where do they come from?

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After going to Dazhou City, the life of a teenager was not peaceful and smooth.

Because there are countless forces behind the official positions there, it is not at all that you can become an official if you study well, and the so-called poor scholars who have studied hard for ten years in the cold window are selling words and poems in the neighborhoods and alleys and stealing a living, why did he get his wish?

The days went by day by day, and the young man who tasted failure for the first time was not discouraged, because he believed that it was not a problem to be an official with his own literary talents, and the original private school Mr. had always commented on him like this, and even a fortune teller said that he was young but he was the reincarnation of Wenqu Xingjun, and he would inevitably rise to the top.

But he still didn't succeed, he worked hard, and at the same time lived by selling words, but he never saw any hope.

In the end, he understood the reason, it turned out that the officials in the big cities were all appointed by the legendary immortals, and the cases where the common people wanted to be officials were also fake, and those so-called successful cases were all deliberately made by the immortals.

So that's the case?

Is it all manipulated by those people?!Immortal ...... Person?

The disheartened teenager has been in Dazhou City for many years, and when he fully understands the truth, he is no longer the young man full of hope and vitality, but a young man.

The years have passed.

That year, the youth was twenty years old.

He left the city of Dazhou, which had made him dream so much, and embarked on a journey that no one knew the outcome of, and even he himself had no clear direction.

Yes, if he can't return to his hometown with fresh clothes and angry horses, he will only be ridiculed, he will only become a joke of the neighbors, and even the private school gentleman who calls him a prodigy and his kind father who does nothing will be humiliated.

So he clearly knows that he can't go back like this.

But what should he do in this world and all the officials in the city are appointed by the immortals?

The bad horse that came to Dazhou City had already been exchanged for silver money in the past few years, and the young man wore a shabby scholar's shirt and carried a bookcase on his back alone, and walked towards the outside of the city, and in the bookbox were several useless sage books.

Yes, useless is a scholar, but is reading really that useless?

He didn't believe it, so he held the sage book in his hand, memorized the book box, and walked through the mountains, like a scholar who traveled to study.

In the autumn of the twentieth year, the dead leaves fluttered and fell.

He walked towards the east, day after day, because that was where the sun rose, because he had no direction at all. (To be continued.) )