Zong Rui lowered his eyelids, and the light under his eyes gradually went out.

He shook his head and said slowly, "I still don't learn." ”

Ning Yuchu clearly didn't mistake the longing on his body, and sighed: "Why? ”

Bai Yun sighed and explained for him: "Zong Rui's father doesn't want him to practice martial arts, he wants him to practice literature. ”

"Just him? From the text? ”

Ning Yuchu didn't mean to laugh, based on his observations over time, Zong Rui was indeed not a piece of reading material.

Zong Rui said in a mournful tone: "My family has been a general for generations, and my ancestor is the founding general of the southern and northern wars with Taizu, but when it comes to my father's generation, it may be that there have been fewer wars in recent years, the court reuses civilian officials, and does not pay attention to military generals, my father can't speak in the court, and suffers a lot of losses, he said, if it doesn't change, the family will gradually decline, so he asked my eldest brother to continue the road of joining the army, and handed over the road of the military to me." ”

He sat under the tree, slapped his head twice, and said with rare chagrin: "But since I was a child, I like to dance with knives and sticks, and I don't like to read. ”

"My father said that this can't be done, so he spent most of his life's savings to get me into Jiangnan Academy, he thinks that there is a strong literary atmosphere here, and he can wash my rudeness well, so that I can be affected by it and work hard, and in the future, I will be admitted to fame and become an official and a half-position, so that I can protect the family with my eldest brother and my eldest brother, and glorify the lintel."

Zong Rui's eyes were slightly red: "But I've tried...... Still can't do it. ”

When he first arrived in Jiangnan, he also had a firm belief and wanted to study hard and forge ahead.

But no matter how he got up early to memorize and go to bed late to do the questions, he woke up the next day and forgot about it.

It's not that he doesn't have a bad memory, he can remember what kind of mooncake he ate during the Mid-Autumn Festival a few years ago, or he can't remember the book he just read.

He was desperate, with his father's expectations on one side and his elm head on the other, both of which weighed him down.

Later, he cowardly chose to escape.

This escape is three years.

Until Bai Yun, who also escaped, chose to forge ahead, he suddenly became afraid.

It turned out that he only had three years left.

These days, he doesn't feel at ease at all.

As soon as I close my eyes, I can't sleep because of the storm that I will face in three years.

He buried his head in his knees, and the tall and burly man, like a little chick, began to cry whining.

This is the first time Bai Yun has seen his friend cry, and he is so heartbroken.

He crouched down, grabbed his friend's shoulder, and couldn't help wiping his tears.

"Zong Rui, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself."

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

Ning Yuchu didn't expect that this person who looked rough and leafy would also have such a paragraph hidden in his heart.

He raised his foot and kicked Zong Rui: "What is crying and crying like, a real warrior should dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood, know the hardships in the future, but still face the difficulties." ”

Two pairs of red teary eyes were raised at the same time, and Bai Yun asked blankly, "What does Master Ning mean?" ”

Zong Rui wiped his eyes, and Baba asked, "Do you want me to continue to study hard, even if I am a rotten wood, there will always be a meaning that it will sprout one day?" ”

Ning Yuchu: "...... Idiot! ”

After one person rewarded a chestnut, he slowly said to Zong Rui, who was covering his head: "Since this road is impassable, why do you insist on hitting the south wall?" If you hit it and know that it hurts, you should go another way, all roads lead to Rome, and the next one is not bad. ”

Zong Rui was stunned, what Ning Ye said seemed to be very reasonable.

Bai Yun on the side raised his hand weakly: "Where is Rome?" ”

After a while, Bai Yun grew two bags on his head, small bags on top of big bags.