On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head.

The warbler flies and the grass grows, the swallow murmurs, and Chen Yuan is just the crown.

Chen Yuan, the word "Daoyuan", ranks third in the family, so he is called "Chen Sanlang". ”

Chen Sanlang has been in a private school since he was a child, has talent, reads books, and writes well, but he has taken the children's examination for three consecutive years, and he has returned with a feather, and he can't even get the qualification to enter the school, and the imperial examination is even more out of reach.

Some people who know the inside story know that every time they enter the exam: Chen Sanlang immediately trembles, his body trembles involuntarily, and sometimes he can't even hold the pen steadily. With such an on-the-spot table, how can you pass the exam?

This is called "Horror".

Because of this hidden disease, he didn't know how many Langzhong he had seen and how many home remedies he had taken, but it had no effect. Usually there is nothing to do, but when you enter the examination room, you are in a mess.

Mr. Yang from the private school sighed gloomily: "This son is hopeless for the rest of his life." ”

Chen Sanlang was persistent, couldn't go to school, and didn't want to give up, so he still stayed in the private school, following a large group of young children to school, which was extremely conspicuous and eye-catching.

This matter has become a big joke in Jing County.

However, a scholar like Chen Sanlang, he can't pick his shoulders, he can't lift his hands, he faints when he sees blood, and he really has no way out in this life except for reading. Fortunately, his family is well-off, and his life is worry-free, and he does not need to work hard for food and clothing.

Today, the spring breeze blows in Jing County, and the sun is shining. At dusk, after school at the private school, Chen Sanlang walked home with a book on his back.

Jing County is a small city, only a few streets, from the private school to the home, a street apart, half an hour away.

"Sell fish, delicious live fish!"

A shout was heard.

Chen Sanlang paused and stopped in front of the fishmonger's stall.

Two bamboo baskets, fat belly and small mouths, because they are sticky and drain oil, do not leak. There are more than 10 fish in them, cruising erratically.

"Uncle, how much does this fish cost?"

Wen asked in a smug voice.

The fishmonger knew Chen Sanlang and said with a smile: "Sell it to other people, twenty yuan a piece, sell it to San Lang, fifteen yuan is fine." ”

This is very false, the normal market price, but it is only a ten.

Chen Sanlang has never bought two dishes in person throughout the year, where does he know the market, he thinks he has got a bargain, and he gives up: "Thank you, uncle, please come to two." ”

"Okay. ”

The fishmonger expertly reached into the basket, fished out two fish, and pierced the gills with a thin piece of grass.

These two fish belong to the smallest of the fish baskets. One of them, the body surface is red, very bright, but it is a red carp, only two fingers wide, not enough for three or two.

Chen Sanlang didn't know the truth that there was no treachery and no business, so he counted out a string of copper coins, then carried the fish and went home.

The fish that was pierced through the gills did not die, and its tail shook vigorously, struggling, hoping to get out of it and escape.

Chen Sanlang lifted the fish and put it in front of him, just looked at the red carp, and saw that the fish's eyes were quite different, and he actually showed a rare agility, and in an instant, clear water droplets flowed out of his eyes.

This red carp seemed to be crying.

Teardrops fell to the ground one by one, moisturizing things silently, but they were like splashing down the heart, which made people feel compassion.

Chen Sanlang was stunned for a moment, looking at the dying and struggling fish, and had the illusion of a trance, feeling that this was not a fish, but a poor person, grieving for survival.

"It is better to lose than to kill innocent, and the virtue of a good life is in harmony with the people's hearts......"

The pure teachings of the saint's article suddenly passed through my mind.

He turned his steps, stopped going home, and came to the edge of a river in the city called "Jing River".

This river passes through the city, like a green jade belt, lightly buckled around the waist of Jing County. On both sides of the riverbank, there are many kinds of weeping willows. In the spring season, the wicker buds sprout wisps of tender green, which is gratifying.

In the meantime, a stone arch bridge spans the north and south of the river, and the large stone bridge body is covered with green moss, showing mottled antiquity.

The name of the bridge is "Evening Sunshine".

Coming to the bottom of the Wanqing Bridge, Chen Sanlang gently pulled off the grass that pierced the gills and put the fish in his hand into the water.

The fish got out of the water, and immediately swam away and sank away.

Standing by the river, Saburo sighed and was about to turn away.

Suddenly, the wind rose, the wind swept and the water moved, and the river actually set off a lot of waves, which was quite strange.

Chen Sanlang was looking curiously when he saw a touching red among the waves, and a red carp broke through the waves, reaching the water's edge, a stone's throw away from him.

The red carp suddenly opened its mouth, spit out something, and landed at Saburo's feet, startling the scholar.

What's going on?

After spitting up, the red carp stood up in the water, and somehow did it do it, the little head nodded to Chen Sanlang, and the two pectoral fins were slightly closed and moved, as if people were bowing their hands, and their demeanor was lively and childish.

Seeing that Chen Shusheng's eyes were straight, he was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

It's weird!

I have read countless books, but I have never read such strange things.

Soon, the red carp shook its tail and dived into the water. On the surface of the water, there are only circles of ripples, and there is nothing unusual.

After half a salary, Chen Sanlang came back to his senses a little, stared at the ground, and saw the thing from the red carp.

It is swarthy, about three inches long, and its whole body is slender, looking like a large embroidery needle.

He leaned over to pick it up, his hand sank, and he almost didn't pick it up.

It's so heavy that it's hard to imagine.

When you take it in your hand and look closely, it looks like a pocket sword. It's a pity that the whole body is rusty, and the hilt and blade are not very clear, and there is no edge at all.

"Ouch!"

When he rubbed the tip of his finger, he was accidentally punctured, and a drop of blood rolled off.

The blood reached the tip of the sword and was instantly absorbed.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, Chen Sanlang screamed in pain, feeling that the blood from the wound on his finger was still flowing out, being swallowed by the small sword. He panicked, but there was nothing he could do, and gradually he became dizzy and fell to the ground in a drowsy state.

He had a strange dream—

In the dream, there is another self, in a strange world of light and strange 6 colors. The world is full of unbelievable things: iron bumps that run fast on four wheels, countless people, huge houses with no end in sight...... It's dense, and just looking at it makes people breathless. Standing inside, southeast, northwest, messy and unrecognizable.

The familiar pictures are flipping, like rivers flowing against the current, showing the impression of the process of history: the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the Qin, Han, Tang, Song and Ming dynasties...... Eternal articles, poems, songs, and songs......

Many, many, unheard of.

A long dream is like a lifetime.

I don't know how long it took, a dull pain struck, and he snorted and slowly opened his eyes. As far as the eye could see, he immediately recognized that he was lying in his room.

"Yuan'er, are you awake?"

The voice of concern trembled, and then a nervous face was reflected in her eyes, her brows were frowned, and the corners of her eyes were covered with crow's feet, indicating that she had passed away.

Chen Wang, Chen Yuan's mother.

Since Chen's father died early and his two sisters got married, Chen Yuan has been living with his mother.

Chen's mother was nearly forty years old before she had a child, and she gave birth to Chen Yuan, and she was very doting on her beloved son. However, she is gradually entering the age of sixties, and what she is most worried about is what to do with her son, who is like a child who only cares about studying, a hundred years later?

"It seems that we have to hurry up on that family business, although the lion of the Liu family has opened his mouth, and the bride price is outrageous. However, after starting a family, if Yuan'er can stand up and be a person. Even if you can't study, you can learn how to run a business, that's fine. ”

Thoughts flashed through me, slightly relieved.

Chen Sanlang's eyes drifted a little and asked, "Mother, how did I come back?"

"Yuan'er, I waited at home for a long time and didn't see you come back, so I went out in a panic to look for it. The sky is pitiful, but fortunately I saw someone under the evening bridge. You fainted and fell to the ground, but your mother was frightened, and quickly called someone to help carry you home...... I'm thinking about getting a doctor over......"

Chen Wang couldn't help but didn't ask Chen Sanlang why he went there, in fact, he didn't need to ask, he could probably guess it. It should be that the son saw the sunset at dusk and the rippling river water, which was beautiful, so he wanted to go to the river to enjoy the scenery and recite poems or something. As for why he fainted, it was a little strange. But if people are fine, it's fine.

Chen Sanlang asked suspiciously: "When you saw me, didn't you see any blood?"

Chen Wang was taken aback: "Blood? no, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing. ”

Chen Sanlang prevaricated vaguely, paused, and said: "Mother, today is your fifty-ninth birthday, I bought two fish in the market, but I never thought that I would be lost halfway......

When Chen Wangshi heard this, his heart warmed: his son's life experience was like a blank sheet of paper, and it was difficult for him to have this filial piety to go to the market to buy vegetables in person. I'm afraid that those slippery and treacherous dealers will definitely regard their sons as wronged leaders, and they will deceive them in all kinds of ways, and try their best to cheat the silver.

As for Chen Sanlang's "fish gone", it is conceivable that the hand slipped and was lost, or the fish was eaten by cats and dogs on the road.

No matter what, the son remembered his birthday, and it was enough to have this intention, so he hurriedly said: "It's not in the way, if it's gone, it's gone...... You've been dizzy for a long time, and you must be hungry, so I'll go and heat up the food and bring it over. ”

When she walked out, Chen Sanlang raised the pillow, half lay on the bed, stretched out his right hand, and released the fist that had been clenched. In the palm of his hand, a pocket sword is impressive. Compared with the rust at the beginning, it was faintly revealing a little cold at this time, and I don't know if it was because it swallowed a lot of essence and blood.

"The heart of the sword is nourished, and the liver and gallbladder moisten the pen......"

muttered mysterious words that he should never have known - the mantra of "Haoran Silk Book" was only more than a thousand words, simple and clumsy, and appeared together with that dream, suddenly imprinted in his mind, as if he had taken root.

After having an absurd dream, the body is still the same as before, but the spirit and spirit have changed, as if a different person, like the "epiphany" of Zen Buddhism, all of a sudden the mind is clear, and it is no longer the muddy nightmare of the past.

He took a long breath and struggled to lift the covers and get up.

was sucked by the small sword, and his weak body was very weak, and he barely stood up, and he felt dizzy.

After a while, he dared to take a step and walked over and pushed open the window that had been closed by his mother.

The cold evening breeze hit the face, which lifted the spirits. Looking at the moon in the night sky, the stars were faint, and he suddenly smiled: "Twenty years of big dreams, the clouds see the moon, and today I know that I am me." ”

Behind him, there was an anxious call from Chen Wangshi: "Yuan'er, you just woke up, why did you open the window to blow the wind? Quick, lie back on the bed." ”

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