In 2086, Mr. Ye, a generation of Confucian sages, was also 95 years old, and disappeared after he donated everything to the country.

Some people say that Ye Ya has passed away.

Some people also say that Ye Li went to the mountains and rivers with a young girl.

Some people also said that they saw an old man who was suspected of being Mr. Ye in the south.

Regarding Ye Li's life and death, the outside world does not know. It was as if he had evaporated from the world.

However, the most appropriate statement about Ye Ya is that he died with his eyes closed in order to find a quiet place, and after all, he was already ninety-five years old. It's the real old man who doesn't know if there will be tomorrow.

Manpower is hard to beat the long years.

When the time comes, even if you are reluctant, you have to say goodbye to this world.

That's why the world often says that the sky is ruthless.

That's because if the sky is emotional, the sky will be old.

As the saying goes, if there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, and if people are ruthless, they will be in vain.

In today's society, there are earth-shaking changes every year, let alone 70 years.

In a person's life, there are very few people who can live beyond the age of 80, and even more rare people over 90 years old.

A wanderer who had not returned to his hometown for 70 years returned to his hometown accompanied by others, but what he saw and heard had already been vicissitudes.

"Big brother, sister-in-law. I still haven't been able to find Ah Xuan, can you forgive me?

Hehe, I'm still asking for your forgiveness, how stupid is it?

But I feel that Ah Xuan is still alive, although this feeling is very abrupt, but I can feel it.

It's a pity that I can't wait for that day......

This is the granddaughter of Mei Xian, and she is also your relative.

Over the years, it has been Meixian and this classmate Li Sijian who have come here to sweep the tomb.

Li'er will soon be able to go to another world to find you, and then she will atone for her sins. ”

On the back hill of a small town in the south, there is a group of tombstones, and at this moment, an old man who may die at any time is leaning on one of the tombstones and telling the bits and pieces of these years with tears in his eyes.

"Si Jian, are you willing to be my only disciple?

I can't take the knowledge that my teacher taught me into the coffin, these Confucianism must be passed down from generation to generation. ”

Ye Li, accompanied by Li Sijian, came to the Yellow Village in the past. It's just that today's Huangcun has been renamed Dongzhen, a relatively prosperous town.

Maybe in a few decades, people will forget about the natural disasters that happened here.

Ye Ya looked at the girl beside her who was exactly like Meixian in appearance and movement.

"The teacher is above, and the disciple Li Sijian is polite. ”

Li Sijian looked at Ye Ya with complicated eyes, and finally she agreed, after all, this was his last wish in this life, and she also wanted to accompany him in this last time, just like when she promised her grandmother.

"Let's stay here a little longer, although my time is short, but I still have someone I have to meet, before I see that person. I'm not going to die, I'm going to die in that way. ”

Ye Li touched Li Sijian's hair and said, he was waiting for the man to appear.

"Is that person your friend or enemy?" and why does the teacher have a complicated expression when he mentions that person? ”

Li Sijian was observant, and she noticed that Ye Ya's emotions would fluctuate when she mentioned that person, just like mentioning her grandmother.

"Whew, let's not mention that man.

Confucianism is about freedom, so let's start with the beginning.

No desire, no desire, everything goes its course......"

In this way, Ye Ya began to pass on everything he had learned from Kong Jian over and over again.

"Life is ......"

"Life and death are ......"

"Don't hold hands casually, and don't let go casually......"

Ye Li told Li Sijian about his experience over the years and some life philosophies.

They camped directly in front of the tombstone this time, after all, Ye Li was always old, and if he climbed up and down every day, he might not be able to survive the appearance of that person.

They stayed there for half a year.

In the past six months, Ye Li's back has bent even more, his hair is whiter than snow, and the wrinkles on his face are deeper, and he understands that his limit is not far away.

"Teacher, do people become ghosts when they die, or do they become stars in the sky?"

Li Sijian stood behind Ye Ya to help him massage his shoulders, she saw the starry sky, and unconsciously asked this question that she had been thinking about for a long time.

"Hmm...... That's the question you asked...... It reminds me of Ah Xuan, it was a long, long time ago.

Ah Xuan, she was lying in my arms, looking at me innocently and asked.

What was my answer?

Let me think about it......"

Ye Li also squinted at the incomparably beautiful galaxy, and his memories kept shuttling through the long river of years.

"It's out of the way, the teacher thought slowly. For the rest of your life, let me accompany you to the end. ”

As they spent more and more time together, Li Sijian's opinion of Ye Ya also changed a lot, and she could even imagine why her grandmother would miss this man.

"By the way, I remembered, that's what I told Ah Xuan at that time. ”

After thinking about it for two hours, Ye Li slowly remembered the events of that night.

"Well, legend has it that every star in the sky represents every human being, and when we die of old age, we will be called home by our own star.

So, it's not that we die to become stars, but that we are all little stars in the sky. ”

Ye Li said it with a smile, but after saying it with tears in his eyes, he never imagined that that night would be the last time he and Ah Xuan were together.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I made you cry, did I remind you of bad memories?"

Li Sijian was a little at a loss, she was even a little incoherent, she didn't know how to comfort this old man full of stories of wind and frost.

"Haha, it's none of your business. It's my fault, if I had paid more attention that day, I wouldn't have lost Ah Xuan.

Looking back now, it feels like thousands of years have passed. ”

Ye Li touched Li Sijian's head and said.

"Looking back at the world six times, the years have passed. Everything is just like what the teacher said, it was destined.

Everything is a certainty, and it is also my calamity. It's not about anyone else. ”

Decades of life experience have created Ye Li's way of looking at things, and he understands that everything is doomed.

The reason why history is history is because it is already doomed in the dark, and unless the years can be reversed, all self-blame and sighs will be useless. It will only increase sadness and trouble.

"Three days later, let's go to Shanghai, I want to find a memory with Ah Xuan......"