In 2085, Ye Li, the 103rd generation descendant of the Confucian sage, will give a lecture in a month later at the only Confucius Temple in the capital, which will be his last public lecture.

Who is Ye Ya?

In today's society, Ye Li's name has already resounded all over the world. Especially fifteen years ago, after the old president of Peking University announced that Ye Li was his junior brother, students across the country were shocked.

In addition, Ye Li's whereabouts have been a mystery in the past ten years, but the rumors about the contemporary saint Mr. Ye are flying all over the sky.

Now, the legendary Mr. Ye is also 95 years old, and this public speech is likely to be a great one. If you miss it, you will miss it forever.

"Dad's teacher is going to give a lecture, are you going to go to the capital?"

In a residential area of the Shenyang Military Region, a young man in his early nineteens, who looked bright, looked at his father and asked.

"Son, Mr. Ye can be said to be a father's faith, if he hadn't taught him back then, whether he is a man or an official, the most important thing is morality.

Now that I am a father, I am afraid that I will be carried away by the desire for profit, and it is not certain that I will end up in ruin.

Now that the teacher is giving the last lecture, of course my father is going to go, and by the way, my father has to hand over the homework assigned by the teacher to him.

The reason why my father didn't turn in that assignment was because I didn't know the answer. But now that the father understands, it's time to hand it over to the teacher. ”

A middle-aged man with a Chinese character face wearing a five-star general's uniform, his body was very tall, at least one meter nine, he looked at his only son and said.

The same thing happens in other cities or towns.

They have no intersection with each other, but they all have the same teacher, that is, Teacher Ye, who once taught them the way of life.

A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the courtyard of the capital, in addition to the relatives of the national leaders, there is also a common man, who is the closed disciple of Kong Key, Ye Li.

Ye Ya is also eighty-eight years old this year, his vision is not as good as before, his back is bent, his face is full of wrinkles, and he has already used crutches, but his eyes are getting deeper and deeper.

"Ahem...... How long can I live?

Tomorrow's subject is still tomorrow

Causally.

I just don't know if Meisen will come, you should have received an invitation from me, right?

Meixian, Meixian, do you still hate me now?

Do you remember our covenant of the three lifetimes?

In this life, we pass by, and in the next life, we will definitely be together.

I just don't know if you remember it......"

Ye Li leaned back on the rocking chair alone, he looked at the faint light of the stars in the sky, but the shadow that once broke his liver and intestines kept coming to his mind.

There was no word all night, and the dawn gradually broke, today will be an extraordinary day for Ye Li, for the whole country, or for the entire Chinese descendants.

Today is the day when Ye Ya washed his hands, and it was the first and only formal speech in his life.

"A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. It's gratifying to see where you are today.

You are my pride, and I have heard a little about your style over the years.

This glass of wine is my toast to you, dry!"

The People's Square was already crowded with people, and Ye Li, dressed in an ancient white Han costume, appeared on stage in the eyes of everyone, he sat under the national flag pole, and looked at those familiar or unfamiliar faces with a wireless microphone and said.

"Teacher ......"

"Teacher Ye ......"

"Mr. ......"

Many people couldn't bear Mr. Ye drinking at such an old age, but they couldn't help, so they could only watch, and they also raised the wine in the cup and drank it all.

"Over the years, I have followed the teachings of my mentor and traveled to the land of China and other countries. What I saw and heard was incredible. ”

Ye Li said slowly after putting down the cup in his hand.

"Dare to ask the old man, the world thinks that you are a contemporary Confucian saint, what do you think of this? Can you tell us what you really think? ”

Great media are always indispensable for such occasions, and a well-dressed, well-mannered, long-haired woman stood up and looked at the gray-haired old man and asked.

"But any other questions?"

Ye Li's slightly hoarse voice echoed around the extremely quiet Renming Square.

"Hello, I am a student from Yenching University, and my surname is Tian. Dare to ask the old man, what do you think of the various situations in life, birth, old age, sickness and death?"

A college student who claimed to have the surname Tian asked a question that many people wanted to ask but were afraid to ask.

"Before answering this student's question, let's answer the lady's question.

When my teacher was alive, the most common topic I talked about was not to care about the world's eyes. As long as you think it is right, then let go of your hands and feet to do it, people do not live for others, in the final analysis, they always live for themselves.

As for people saying I'm a saint? Actually, I don't like it very much, but I can't stop you.

So I kept my ears shut.

I am a post-90s generation, and I am certainly not the mainstream of what was popular in our time.

My education is not high, I have never finished junior high school, and when it comes to conduct, I also sigh to myself.

I've lost my only sister, and it's been sixty years now, and I still haven't found her.

Not only that, but I couldn't keep even the girl I loved, and watched her and other men have a wedding of the century in St. Peter's Church......

How can I be worthy of everyone's love in this way? Therefore, I will not be described as a saint in the future. I'm just an ordinary old man in the twilight. ”

As he spoke, Ye Li's tears couldn't help but fall, he recalled all the past, and the most reassuring thing for him was that apart from Ah Xuan's whereabouts, only Zhang Meixian was left.

"The so-called birth, old age, sickness and death are like a person's life, but spring, summer, autumn and winter......

The world looks back three times, and all beings are chess and I am children.

In this cage of heaven and earth, all living beings are just pawns. ”

Ye Li's eyes were a little sloppy, but he still patiently solved everyone's doubts.

"From the time of birth to the age of 30, this period corresponds to spring...... Seedlings begin to germinate.

Thirty to fifty years old is like summer...... The branches began to grow and thrive.

Between the ages of 50 and 80, the twilight of the autumn has begun...... Ripe fruit.

After the age of eighty, it is a cold winter...... The withered and withered leaves want to say goodbye to this earthly world, just like me......

Life is like the ebb and flow of the tide. Birth, old age, sickness and death are just a flash in the pan.

Compared with those snakes, insects, rats, ants, flowers and trees, we humans are already very lucky......"

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