Wang Xuan's voice was low, and his eyes swept over Qin Ke intentionally or unintentionally: "It seems that you really value them." ”

Gao Changgong smiled very calmly: "Mr. Wang doesn't like young people? At least in my opinion, every time I see them, I can see my own shadow from them." Who really hates their past?"

"The shadow of the past. Wang Xuan was slightly silent, thinking of his childhood in the valley, with the time when he learned the art of the first teacher, it is actually difficult to talk about how happy he was.

His master was a kind old man, who never had too many shelves, and liked to listen to the sound of running water, and his temperament allowed him to sleep beautifully on a big rock for a day and a night, and he could climb mountains and mountains and walk like flying with a pair of bare feet.

His hair was as white as snow, and his dark eyes were as deep as the past and the present.

And the valley where he lives has a collection of more than 100,000 volumes, from the five elements of gossip to astronomy and mathematics, from Wen Tao Wuluo to poetry and songs, which can be said to be all-inclusive.

He was an orphan who was raised by Master in the valley, and after that, Master became his parent, and he also received all the love from Master, and until the age of six, he always felt as if he was in the clouds.

It's just that when he turned six years old, Master told him that within twenty years, he would have to read all the 100,000 books in the library, and in the whole process, he would not answer any of his questions or give him any answers.

He has always respected his teacher, so he began a long reading journey without saying a word, and every day he was accompanied by a collection of thousands of books in the valley, from early morning to dusk, from day to night, from a child to a young man, so for a long, long time, he really never stepped out of the valley.

It is true that Master never answered a single question, even if it was not from a book, as he said at the beginning.

Sometimes, he would be forced to panic by the doubts in his heart, and kneel in front of the master for a few hours, just begging him to answer a question or two for himself.

But Master always smiled and didn't answer, and continued to be busy with his own business.

Three meals a day, including soup and rice, noodles and vegetables, most of them came from seeds sown by my father. Although he lived in a deep valley, the sun always shone through the mountains, and the plants grew very fast in this fertile land, and when he was ten years old, there were even chickens and pigs in the valley, and the sound of cooing was often accompanied by the sound of waterfalls and water accompanied him to sleep.

In the years before he left the valley, he had no friends, and all his knowledge of the outside world came from books. If it is not a friend in the true sense of the word, it may be the bronze oil lamp that has accompanied him for the longest time, and every night, it will light up dimly, and accompany him to continue to study hard in the silence.

He often thinks that he is like a prisoner, imprisoned in this seemingly idyllic valley, but so humble that he is inferior to the birds that fly in the sky.

After all, he had grown from an innocent child to a curious teenager, and he naturally longed to leave the valley one day to see the scenes from those books.

The streets are full of traffic, the cries of hawkers and the voices of people mingle with each other, the white mist rises from the bun shops, and the girls in silk clothes with skin as white as snow walk through the streets, laughing loudly......

Every night, he tossed and turned, couldn't sleep, and a voice kept echoing in his head: "Why?"

Why did he stay in the valley all the time? Why couldn't he go out to see the outside world? Why didn't the Master answer his questions? Why did he have to sit in this deep valley and read all the books? Why why why why......

Perhaps these questions will never be answered, but he has become almost crazy in days and nights of self-questioning.

And when he was seventeen years old, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and one night, he quietly took out the wrapping cloth he had prepared the night before, and when he opened it, he put on a few changes of clothes, and took out the steamed buns that he had spent a lot of time hiding, tied them vigorously, and carried them on his back.

Although these steamed buns have been hidden by him for too long and have been stained with a few mildew, it doesn't matter at all, since he has already decided so, then he has to go out!

He mustered up courage and straightened up his chest, which was not yet solid, and his heart was pounding in excitement, almost jumping out of his chest.

When he went out, he also kowtowed three times on the ground and said in a low voice: "Master, the disciple will definitely repay the kindness of nurturing in the future, but today, the disciple is determined to go out and have a look." ”

He wept bitterly, and at last walked out of the valley.

The road in the mountains has long been covered with all kinds of wildly growing plants, and the night is dark, and the starlight is everywhere, and even a few wolf howls can be heard.

But he was surprisingly undaunted, and he cut through the thorns and thorns all the way, waving the wood knife in his hand to cut a path and follow the rugged mountain road.

In the middle of the way, he took a wrong step, and fell the mountain road, and fell all over the blood, but even so, he did not retreat at all, and still walked resolutely towards the outside of the mountain.

The emotions that have been suppressed for more than ten years are like flames in his chest, constantly inspiring him.

Even if the heavens and the earth are overturned, I will go outside to see!

However, just when he went all the way to the top, he saw the vastness of the four fields, the high and wide heaven and earth outside the mountain, and there was no end in sight, but fear suddenly arose in his heart.

It was also at this time that he finally remembered that he had never lived outside, and if he saw someone, what should he say, which way to go when he walked on the road, where to sleep at night, and where to eat?

There was no silver in the valley, and when he came out, he could be said to be alone, so where could he go?

"Why don't you try it?" and just then, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear, low, steady, gentle...... Most importantly, familiarity.

The blood in his whole body was almost cold, and when he turned around, his master was standing beside him, looking at him with kind eyes, and there was no anger in it, but some encouragement.

"Master. He knelt down and said fearfully, "Disciple......"

"Don't be afraid. Master stretched out a hand and gently pulled him up from the ground: "I don't blame you. ”

After he hesitated to stand up in the midst of the support, the master continued to repeat what he had just said and said with a smile, "Why don't you try it?"

"Try ...... What to try?" he asked, a little trembling.

Master looked into the distance, his wide robe fluttering gently in the wind, and for a moment, he even thought that he would just float up and go with the wind: "This world is so big that it is difficult for you to even walk in your whole life, and the valley is so small that it is only the distance from this mountain to that mountain. ”

Master lowered his head and stroked his head with his broad, rough hand: "But the world is bigger, and it becomes complicated. There are so many people in this world, there are good people, there are bad people, there are bad people who pretend to be good people, there are good people who pretend to be bad people, and of course, the most are ordinary people who can't even figure out whether they are good people or bad people. And you will get acquainted with them, fellowship, friends, or enemies, hand in hand, or you will live or die. ”

"But none of that matters. Master smiled slightly, "You may encounter many things and know many people, but these are just the appearances you see with your eyes. And the eyes, tend to deceive themselves. You have to learn to see things without your eyes in order to really see others, and yourself. ”

At that time, he only felt puzzled, with tears on his face, he looked at the master in a daze, and said with difficulty: "Disciple...... Don't understand. ”

Maybe everyone thinks that people like him must have been up-and-coming and sideways when they were young.

However, he still remembered that that night, he did not make up his mind to leave the valley, but continued to return to his room, slept until noon the next day, and then he continued to read hard, and this reading was more than ten years.

One day later, there was an extra young man in the palace who had frosted temples and was no more than thirty years old.

In just a few years, he jumped from an ordinary student with no merit to become the most concerned young general of the Mo family, and at the age of thirty-eight, he served as the general of the Mo family, leading 100,000 soldiers and generals, and the allied forces of the world became famous all over the world.

Even now, he doesn't know how many wars he has experienced and how many honors he has won.

It's just that now he is a little lonely.

He missed everything in the valley, even the loneliness that accompanied the oil lamp, which seemed so precious at this time.

And his master, who left the valley before he had finished reading all the books, left him the acres of vegetable fields with seedlings and the books in the whole building, and never disappeared.

He wanted to go back, to go back to the valley to see with his own eyes the grass and trees, the mountains and the floors, and think that it was the most peaceful and joyful time of his life, right?