"Sir, don't doubt it. All living beings in the world are equal, and there is no distinction between high and low, which is a pedantic etiquette doctrine that divides people into three, six, nine and so on. ”

"Good songs can bring us beautiful enjoyment and make our ordinary life more colorful; It leads people to goodness and purifies our hearts. ”

"Singers are the communicators of beauty and goodness, we have no right, no reason to despise them, treat them as lowly status, but we should respect them......"

Kong Fang gushed endlessly, beautifying the singers and singers with the gaze and theories of the previous life.

Mr. Luo was dumbfounded when he heard this, he was a world-famous Confucian, well-read, and full of wealth, but he had never heard of Kong Fang's remarks.

If Kong Fang was not the respect of a county, if Kong Fang did not write a strange book that was famous enough to be famous in the world, he couldn't help but reprimand him for his perverse and absurd remarks, which did not conform to the ethical guidelines.

It was precisely because of the aura blessing on Kong Fang's head that Mr. Luo lowered his head and thought.

When he thought about it like this, he found that what Kong Fang said seemed to have some truth.

The Daxing Dynasty has a strict hierarchy, scholars, farmers, industrialists, and merchants, respecting and being orderly, among them, scholars and doctors are respected, and the singers are not among them, and they belong to the list of lowly people.

Even in the eyes of some scholars, they were even more inferior than the poor.

Over the years, Mr. Luo himself has avoided his former friends, saying that he doesn't want to face the downfall of his old friends, but isn't he afraid of being ridiculed by the world and worried that his status will be lowered by him?

If you give up your friendship for your own reputation, where is your nobility?

What is the nobility of a person who pulls down his soul?

Zhu Dachang, Skylark and others, living above the temple, how noble their identity is, but they are corrupt and pervert the law, and they are common people; In order to make a living, he did not hesitate to collude with the mountain bandits, and even pushed his own granddaughter into the fire pit in order to please the mountain bandits.

Their outward nobility can hardly hide the lowliness of their souls and their sins.

On the other hand, Dou Tong would rather let himself stay in the song book than involve his benefactor who has the heart to help him, and the brilliance of humanity in him has not lost its luster because of his lowly status.

On the contrary, it shines brightly, and even stings the eyes of the world!

Maybe Dou Tong's identity is low, but his humanity and soul are noble.

Maybe Mr. Luo still doesn't understand what the equality of all beings is, but the contrast between Dou Tong, Zhu Dachang, and Skylark in identity, soul, and human nature shocked him.

He was a great Confucian, but he was not pedantic.

Suddenly, he seemed to see that the etiquette he had always admired was not so perfect.

He suddenly got up and waved to Kong Fang, "Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years." The old man was fortunate to listen to the teachings of the county, and he suddenly opened his mouth, please be worshiped by the old man! ”

Kong Fang hurriedly left his seat and helped Mr. Luo up, not even daring to say it.

Being able to convince Mr. Luo, a world-renowned Confucian, Kong Fang was very happy. After all, the Daxing Dynasty belonged to a feudal society, feudal etiquette and religion prevailed, and people were poisoned by it and their thoughts were forbidden.

If he wants to make a difference, he can't do without the help of a great Confucian like Mr. Luo.

At the base of the southern city, there is a low grass hut, which looks very dilapidated on the outside, but the interior is simply but elegantly furnished.

Dou Ying sat in front of the window and stroked the piano while teaching Yun Fei'er to sing "The Moon Represents My Heart".

Since Yun Fei'er was not saved by Fang Shiyi, she has never returned to the Yun family again.

To her, the Yun family was already a stranger and had nothing to do with her. She married Dou Ying as sisters with different surnames and called Dou Tong her father-in-law.

Dou Tong originally had a deep enmity with the lark, but it had nothing to do with Yun Fei'er, not to mention her rough fate, if he didn't take him in, would she let a weak woman live on the streets? So he recognized this righteous daughter, and Yun Fei'er lived in the Dou family for a long time from then on.

"You ask me how much I love you, how much I love you, my love is true, my love is true.

You ask me how much I love you, how much I love you, my love is unwavering, my love is unchanging, the moon represents my heart......"

The song is like flowing water, flowing gently, overflowing the grass shed, lingering above the roof of the shed, and then drifting away with the wind......

"A deep love makes me miss ...... now"

Dou Ying sang along, and the figure of a handsome young man floated in front of him.

He was so clear that he seemed to be close at hand; He is so far away, no, he should be high, and she can't touch it with all her life's strength.

Suddenly, her heart was confused, and her technique was also confused, she played a string of chaotic pianos, Fei'er stopped singing, and asked softly: "Sister, what's wrong with you?" ”

Dou Ying held back tears and shook his head.

Outside the door, Dou Tong sighed, looked at the deep and cloudless sky, and was silent for a long time.

"Brother Dou!"

There was a call from behind him, Dou Tong suddenly shook his body, turned his head and looked at the visiting Mr. Luo incredibly, his lips squirmed, as if he had a thousand words, but he couldn't say it.

After a while, he finally said, "Mr. Luo, you shouldn't come here. ”

Mr. Luo was ashamed, "Brother Dou, it's not that I shouldn't come, it's that I'm late." I shouldn't be selfish, let go of your friendship with me, and hide and dare not see each other. ”

"No, no, Mr. Luo's kindness, Dou Tong will never forget it in his life."

"Over the years, Mr. Luo has been secretly helping each other, Dou Tong is clear, if it weren't for Mr., Dou Tong may not be able to survive in the world."

The corners of Dou Tong's eyes were moist, and his voice was choked.

Mr. Luo was also in a sad mood, he held Dou Tong's hands and comforted: "Brother Dou, things have happened, since we have no ability to change, it is better to relax our minds and live a different style." ”

After that, he sold a pass, "Guess who said that?" ”

Dou Tong was in a trance for a while, this still needs to be guessed, isn't it what you said personally? Seeing that Dou Tong was confused, Mr. Luo laughed, "Brother Dou must guess that I said it, right?"

Dou Tong nodded without hesitation.

Mr. Luo shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Brother Dou thinks highly of Luo." Although Luo is known as a great Confucian, he is actually just a waste of fame, but he is actually a frog at the bottom of the well. ”

"Luo Mou is not arrogant, but he just listened to the teachings of the county and gained understanding."

When Dou Tong heard this, his body instinctively shook again, "Does the county still remember me, a sinner who has not been included in the song?" ”

Mr. Luo's face was straight, "Brother Dou, you must not be so shallow yourself, if you let the county lord know, I'm afraid he will be unhappy." ”

"I ...... I ......"

Dou Tong was speechless for a while, not knowing what to do.

Mr. Luo patted the back of his hand to reassure, "Let's go, let's go into the house and talk about it." Don't refuse me, I'm looking for you on the orders of the county. ”

Dou Tong didn't dare to slack off, and Mr. Yingluo entered the house.

Dou Ying and Fei'er came out to pay their respects, and Mr. Luo nodded in return. The sisters turned back to the kitchen and came out with one holding a teapot and one holding a teacup.

But when the two of them stood in front of Mr. Luo, their faces were hesitant, and even a little ashamed, and they didn't pour tea for a long time, and Mr. Luo was puzzled.

"Niece, what's going on? Are you willing to give your uncle a sip of water? ”