After not traveling long in the village, Ye Cang put down the back basket, squatted in front of the back basket, and carefully selected six red and large mountain peaches and put them on the stall in front.

Six mountain peaches are the three meals a day of Taoshan people.

Ye Cang stopped in front of a fortune-telling stall, the stall was made of peach wood thick strips, and there was a fortune-telling banner standing next to the stall, and a piece of bark hung on the head of the flag, and the bark was empty, and nothing was written.

There is no fortune teller in the village, but this stall has been here since Ye Cang can remember, and no one in the village is curious or asked.

Ye Cang also doesn't believe in this so-called fate cause and effect, if there is cause and effect, where is the cause and effect of the Taoshan people, why are the Taoshan people so bitter?

There was an old man with his eyes closed in the fortune teller's booth, his face was full of wrinkles, his skin was yellow and dry, like a clay sculpture, and although the old man was old, he sat very straight and straight.

Ye Cang was about to leave after giving a scholarly salute to the old man, but the old man was still sitting there like a pine, but he sneered and said: "It's the poor and rotten Confucian, an old rotten Confucian!" A little rottle!. ”

Ye Cang didn't dare to refute, turned around and bowed again, how can the juniors talk about the elders, it is not polite, the master said that if you know the etiquette, you have to be polite.

The fortune teller carried Ye Cang on his back, and his old face revealed a thick vicissitudes of life, like going through wind and rain, and he didn't look like a mountain man who had stayed in Taoshan all his life.

After Ye Cang left, the blind fortune teller opened his eyes that he had been blind for I don't know how many years, his eyes were pale, and there was no pupil, the old blind man raised his head slightly, looked at the sky, and there seemed to be a bright light flashing in his blind eyes.

Although the blind fortune teller is blind, he sees people very thoroughly, and some sneer: "Etiquette? Is there any courtesy in the world? Need to be polite? ”

The blind fortune teller paused, and then said: "It is the person who wrote the "Rite", and he is also a master who cares about killing or burying!" The sword called 'De' is washed with blood and sharpened with bone! ”

The blind fortune teller looked at the old man, and the old man was still like that, happy, always stupid.

He looked at the old man, closed his eyes and muttered, "He's not bitter, he's not bitter...... Who can say that he is bitter? He's gone a long way... Envy tightly, but envy can't come, the old man is not as good as him. ”。

Ye Cang put Shan Tao in front of those wooden houses all the way, until he stopped in front of the last wooden house, which was a school, the school was simple, very empty, and there were only a few peach wood seats, which was already exquisite in Taoshan Village.

There is a master in the school who is lecturing in the school, and it is the old rotten Confucian that the blind fortune teller said.

The master was dressed in a white robe, his white hair was like snow, but his temples were dyed a little gray between his eyebrows, and there was a taste of vulgarity.

There were no students in the school, but the master lectured in the school every day, every day, without stopping.

After Ye Cang came back from picking peaches, he hugged the little golden monkey and leaned on the window of the school to listen to the lecture until the master finished the day's lecture.

On the wall behind the school, there is a painting.

Painted with young children playing, old men in the forest; Painting the traffic of Qianmo, chickens and dogs smell each other; Drawing a sword and a Confucian student, hiking the world; Painted rivers, lakes and seas, hanging stars, watermarking the sun and the moon.

Painted with many colors that Ye Cang had never seen in Momoyama Village, landscapes that he had never seen, and creatures that he had never seen before, but they often appeared in his boys' dreams.

Ye Cang often thinks that the world in the painting may be beyond the peach mountain, he wants to go, but he doesn't want to go, but in his dream, he is wearing a green Confucian robe and holding a sword......

Ye Cang goes to the window of the school every day, never absent, and the knowledge that the master talks about is like a bridge between the world in the painting and Momoyama.

I don't know how long it took, the sun hung obliquely, and the little golden monkey in Ye Cang's arms didn't know when it ran away, and the red glow reflected the peach mountain crimson, like a paradise, but it was only like a very good ......

The master finished the lecture and sorted out the peach bark in class, which was very precious, and Ye Cang liked it very much, but he only glanced at it from a distance, and there were dense words written on it.

Writing! Something that shouldn't have been in Momoyama Village.

Ye Cang got up slowly, stretched out his slightly stiff body that had been inactive for a long time, and there was a clicking sound on the thin skeleton.

Ye Cang picked up the basket and was about to leave when the master stopped Ye Cang: "Little Ye Cang, how many years have you been outside the window of the school?" ”

Ye Cang turned around and saluted, the master carried one hand behind his back, twisted his beard with the other, and asked again patiently: "How many years?" ”

Ye Cang shook his head slowly, and replied respectfully, "The student can't remember clearly. ”

The master looked at Ye Cang, recalling that Ye Cang, who had just learned to walk, had come here to listen.

Maybe it was the closest to the master's school, or maybe it was the loneliness and fear of the young child that drove him to the school, a place where there was a voice.

The sound of the Master's lecture reassured him from the time he was staggering to the present.

The Master then asked, "Why don't you go to the school?" ”

Ye Cang raised his head, there was some hope in his eyes, but it dimmed again, he lowered his head and arched his hand and said: "The heart is not pure, the body is not clean, you can't enter the hall and defile the land of sages."

Students need to pick peaches every day, and leaving early and arriving late is disrespectful to the master. ”

When the master heard this, he suddenly laughed and said, "No wonder those old immortals call you a little rotten ......"

When Ye Cang heard his master's words, he still bowed here, with a rare smile on his face. "The students also learned a little in their free time, and they were very satisfied."

The Master stopped talking, but he said, "Foolish! ”

Then he turned around and buttoned up the school, regardless of Ye Cang, and slowly walked into the wooden room next to the school, closed the door, and the peach door was knocked on creaking.

Ye Cang is not annoyed, this is not the first time that the master has scolded him, although he doesn't know why, maybe he is just like the master said, he only learned to be poor and sour, and he is a rotten wood.

After Ye Cang left, he slowly groped out a person from the smallest and dilapidated wooden house next to the school, with a rickety figure and wearing tattered peach skin clothes.

Although his face is withered and his expression is cold, in the village, Ye Cang has never seen him say good things to people, he is always mean, the old man is the most white, but he is an old beggar in the village.

The old beggar either spends his days in a broken wooden hut or begs in the village, but what is there to beg in the village?

It's just a play of begging an old shopkeeper, but the so-called fate and cause of the fortune teller is just that the fortune teller never gave him a calculation.

The old beggar groped out the door and picked up the broken earth bowl at the door, in which were three fresh peaches.

The old beggar looked at the wooden house of the master next to the school, shook his head slightly, and said to himself: "I clearly like ......."

He sneered and mocked, "Master...... Are you scared....."

The old beggar held the bowl, nibbled on the peach, and continued vaguely in his mouth: "Like that bald donkey, you have passed down the knowledge, turned it into the Tao, the life of learning, and the reasoning, what are you thinking, my old beggar knows ......"

There is no moon in the night sky, and there are no stars, and when the night comes, it is silent, and the silence makes people's hearts palpitate.

The slightest sound will also be loud, like the dream of the old man, like the rubbing of the old blind man's peach clothes, like the sigh of the master in the school.