The sky in June is like a flowing fire, and the red daylight is in the imagination of the sunset and the morning light.

The sun in reality is the yellow glow of gold, and the people on the street fan Puyong.

Xiu rolled up the paper feather fan of the breeze, carrying the feathers of the fan.

Since the Emperor of Heaven shared his little goodwill wealth with Kong Qiu, Kong Qiu stood lonely in front of his courtyard.

Large boxes, small boxes.

Kongqiu's money is in a large box, and the Emperor's money is in a small box.

Kong Qiu placed the large box in the center of the garden, and the small box hid the location of the large box.

It's a very hot day, and I'm upset about who will work and move things.

Inside this big box is Kongqiu's savings for nearly two hundred years, in fact, there are two big boxes, and the other has been thrown to the ground by Kongqiu.

Another large box contains the honors that Conciu has received, the medals accumulated by time and hard work, and the glorious dusty past.

The dense medals were piled on the ground, Kong Qiu glanced at it twice, and turned back as if he didn't care, and continued to pretend to be the gold and silver given by the emperor that day.

Pretending to be dressed, his hand shook, and the ribbon slipped to the ground.

Seeing the ribbon inlaid with gold and silver bills lying on the ground, he stared at it for a while, like a fool bowing his head and admitting his mistake.

Suddenly stubborn in his heart, he clenched the money silk fiercely in his palm.

The silk was twisted and crushed, and the silver-edged silver bills were scattered like powder.

Thinking about the happiness of the past, he threw his head off the ground of the medal.

Between the two, there is always a battle to choose your own answer.

Is it the rest of your life or is it in the past?

gritted his teeth in annoyance, laughed painfully and almost cried out of his voice, but he still started to pick up one by one slowly.

The grievances are suffocating, and it is unspeakable to the extreme.

If you are unyielding, you will be self-reliant, and if you are self-reliant, you will be invincible.

Giving up money and picking up the happiness of the past, what has been lost is still worth more than what is already there.

Grasping the insight in the heart and recalling the big box containing money is also a kind of past.

In the past, he was sad, and sadly remembered that he only cared about the box.

Thinking about the loneliness of money with guilt, I have no regrets, retention, and companionship.

The big box of money is the hard-earned money that I have saved bit by bit in the past, and I was reluctant to spend it at the beginning, for fear of causing a hierarchical impact on the people around me.

He Kongqiu likes to live with the people who used to live, but it is a pity that he is the only one who is improving, and the people around him go with ordinary people.

There is nothing worth spending money on in the world, most of it is a pastime throwing money.

Confucius was once so confused that he was too old to lose interest in the preconceived patterns of the world.

The world has become more and more mean, and Kong Qiu can only turn a blind eye to the life of events, and get by.

Thinking of the money sent by the Emperor of Heaven, Kong Qiu spread out the box, and then put the gold and silver as thin as a grain of rice into his pocket.

I touched a handful of silver powder that had fallen to the ground, pinched it and put it back in.

Feeling the existence of matter, who can understand the feeling of mood?

Counting the days after his arm was destroyed, Kongqiu got up and turned around and headed into the room.

Before leaving, when he turned around, Kong Qiu recalled Zhao Gao's words.

The farmer who used to hurt people, remember that he is disgusting?

Kong Qiu muttered to himself, and recalled that the criminal law was born because of the scholars.

Kongqiu: I remember that the price of food has nothing to do with the quality, if you have money, you can buy food, and if you don't have money, you will starve.

At present, there is no shortage of grain in the seven countries, but the output of ordinary grain is low, and the profit is not as profitable as the high-yield inferior grain.

Kong Qiu smiled again and said: This is an ordinary person, no wonder they eat junk food and have no benevolence, righteousness and morality.

Confucius asked himself: If you can eat enough, who would dare to live with ordinary people if you are so perfunctory?

Hehe, mean people, it's useless to reason with them.

Asking and answering himself, a figure disappeared into the shadow of the eaves.

Back in the room, Kongqiu suddenly thought of a question~

It was the Emperor of Heaven who corrected the food crisis for ordinary people in the first place, so why did he help ordinary people? instead of letting the scholars continue to earn ordinary people's money?

If it weren't for Zhao Gao asking this question, maybe this matter would have been covered up.

Why did the Emperor of Heaven help ordinary people in the first place? Obviously, ordinary people chose inferior grain.

For a moment, Kong Qiu fell into deep thought.

Kong Qiu didn't understand why, but intuitively knew that it was for the monks who were buried in ordinary people.

There is another point, when Kong Qiu doubted the Emperor of Heaven, he was afraid and frightened.

Obviously, he wants to fight for the welfare of the common people, but he is afraid that the Emperor of Heaven will fight for the welfare of the common people.

I am afraid that the Emperor of Heaven will not follow the morality of benevolence, righteousness, and morality, thinking about the strength of the Emperor of Heaven, and thinking that ordinary people have that kind of strength.

I laughed for myself, haha~ I laughed and said: To help ordinary people, to harm yourself?

It's better not to do it, I'd rather help the scholars harm ordinary people.

It's a pity that there is an Emperor of Heaven~

As a lesson from the past, it is not good to help the warriors harm ordinary people.

With my identity and status, to harm ordinary people, at most I will be reprimanded by the Emperor of Heaven, instead of being imprisoned.

- After taking a nap, I got up a little tired.

Kong Qiu got out of bed and saw that the attendants around him were not there, and his mind was a little muddy and disturbed for a while.

Walking out alone and seeing the attendants coming and going in the yard, I didn't know what to say for a while, and my heart was heavy.

I was thinking just now~Why do you think when you get up~ The attendant is by your side?

They can't be near me, they can't get close.

~What the hell is wrong with me?Conciu asked himself.

Confucius gets no answer, and a man asks himself superfluous questions inexplicably, like a demented child.

From the private inner room, all the way to the door of the inner courtyard.

Kong Qiu, who gradually moved from the inner courtyard to the outer courtyard, stepped out of the Confucian Mansion after experiencing a short period of doubt.

After going out and walking for a while, he immediately went out of the range of the Confucian Mansion.

Seeing pedestrians on the road, he looked at himself with novelty.

Kongqiu smiled kindly and greeted them.

"~Look! That's the senior of Kongqiu. ”

A child took the hand of the elder and pointed to the famous monks of the Seven Kingdoms who appeared in the book.

As a monk of the Seven Kingdoms, a famous scholar clan of the Seven Kingdoms, Kong Qiu, as an ordinary person, was inexplicably a little sad at this time.

Seeing things and thinking about things, seeing the same scene, people already suspect ordinary people.

The Emperor of Heaven broke Kong Qiu's right arm, and Kong Qiu's previous blatant contempt for ordinary people's hearts ~ is fading ~ slowly withering ~ withering.

There used to be clear goals, but as you live longer, the goals fade.

In the past, he bullied people and threatened that monks were noble in the world.

Now that I've lived a long time, what's the difference between a monk and an ordinary person?

Except for the Heavenly Emperor Dao Ancestor, even he suspected that he was not a monk!

——A fleeting memory, lingering for a long time.

Kongqiu stood motionless, looking at him curiously from afar.

The sky was warm and warm, and after waking up his eyes, Kong Qiu continued to walk forward.

Walking aimlessly, stepping and stepping towards a place where there is a road,

Turning to an inn, Lin erected four big characters: "Qiju Restaurant!"

After looking around, there was a lively dinner party inside.

Secretly didn't go in first, looked at it for a while, and then stepped into the inn.

Seeing that everyone was eating normal food, I thought about it myself.

At this time, everyone noticed that a tall man came in and unconsciously looked at the threshold.

Seeing that the person who came was Kongqiu, they all consciously signaled ~ to express politeness.

Kong Qiu smiled inexplicably, laughing a little self-deprecating for the first time.

There is no eye around the eyes, straight from the side, familiar with the second floor of the private room.

Sit in a neat chair at a table for five people, placed in the front leg rest.

I ordered two meals, and although I wasn't hungry, I still had to put it in order when I came to the inn.

The stomach is not hungry, a feeling of being at a loss, gradually spreading ~ already helpless ~ complaining blank heart.

The feeling of loss and depression chatters about his uneasiness.

got up to leave, turned around and felt that he was finding fault with himself, and he was not short of those few dollars......

I wanted to walk but found that I didn't know where to go, so I raised my legs and just stepped forward, and retreated to the table and chair.

The self-deprecating smiled again, hugged the bowl, and began to eat.

Big mouth ~ big mouth ~ chewing a fairly delicious meal, even if the stomach is not hungry, it is just a form of thirst.

With a little more time, Kong Qiu will probably calm down as soon as possible.

Silence for a while, immersed in the emptiness of eating......

Suddenly, there was restlessness in my heart, and I was gently self-deprecating and quiet~

~ Living this kind of life, who is not as good as me in the city?

Kong Qiu thought for a moment: no one is as good as me.

The failure of ideals and the distress of reality, I chose failure after all.

got up and walked out of the door, looked at the surrounding scholars, and looked at the lower divisions downstairs.

Kongqiu got up and straightened his clothes and strode out the door.

I'm not as good as me, I'm not as good as people, and the whole city is rich and noble.