Chapter 25 Pick up the pen and be shocked

Walk along the difficult gravel road for half an hour, and then turn to a dirt road, because this road is not paved with stones, so after a rain, it is often so muddy, there is nowhere to put your feet between walking, and finally Zhu Chenhuan ignored the clean and expensive shoes, and walked directly on the mud, and the shoes became black and tattered shoes in an instant. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The other three, Sun Qinran is also like Zhu Chenhuan, they don't care about this dirty environment at all, and Zhu Wenran and Zhang Wenran have a lot of scruples, the two of them are like a small jasper, with a wide robe in their hands, and they cautiously go to the little hard ground that has been stepped on, with a disgusted expression on their faces, but they can't help but follow.

Zhu Wenran gave Zhang Wenran a look, Zhang Wenran was unwilling, he had already let Zhu Chenhuan unswervingly twice, if he did it again, he was really afraid of following He Fenglin's old path. So he walked with his head down, pretending not to see.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhizhi felt cold, but he had a city government far beyond his age, he just took two steps faster, followed Zhu Chenhuan's steps, and whispered: "Brother Huang, as a royal disciple, you are really not worthy of your identity to go this way, and we have already helped them as much as we can, and it is useless to escort them, it is better to go and see the living conditions of more people, and this place is not where we are going." ”

Zhu said three meanings in one sentence, metaphor and simile, as if he was thinking about Zhu Chenhuan everywhere, and it was not leaky, even Zhu Chenhuan was not good at speaking coldly.

"Brother Wang actually misunderstood me, I didn't want to help them with anything, but I was really thirsty and begged for a glass of water. ”

"Huh?"

Zhu was puzzled, but Zhu Chenhuan smiled faintly, he knew that maybe except for the old pig, no one could understand what he meant.

Begging for a glass of water, really begging for a glass of water!

Several people walked for a distance of about two miles, and finally stopped in front of a very small courtyard gate, and when they walked into the small courtyard, the old woman said to everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen, please wait a while, the old man will fetch water for you." ”

After that, the old woman carried the sack of grain that her son had exchanged for his life and entered the extremely shabby-looking earthen house. Zhu Chenhuan looked around at the small courtyard, which was empty, and there were some vegetable leaves left in the far corner, which seemed to be the vegetables they had grown for their own sake.

There is a wooden table in the courtyard, and there are several stools around the table, sitting on the stools, looking at the pitted and broken table, Zhu Chenhuan sighed secretly in his heart, it is really a slum, there are no good things at all.

After a while, the old woman walked out again, behind her, in addition to the immature child just now, there was a woman about twenty-five or sixteen years old, the woman's complexion was unhealthy white, her eyes were red and swollen, it seemed that she had just cried, she took the bowl of water and put it on the table, Zhu Chenhuan found that her hands were very rough, it should be the traces left by heavy work, and there was a not shallow wound on her right wrist, which looked like it had just appeared for two days.

After the woman sent the water, she stood aside, her eyes slightly blank, as if she was wandering out of the world, and she had no spirit at all.

Seeing this, the old woman just sighed softly and confessed to everyone: "The family has no money to buy that expensive tea, so you can only let the officials drink this light and tasteless white water." ”

Zhu Chenhuan and the others didn't move the bowl that had broken a lot of stubble, but Zhu Chenhuan directly picked up the broken bowl, raised his head and drank all the water in the bowl.

"It's better to drink water at home!"

Zhu Chenhuan smiled and nodded to the old woman, and didn't care about the expressions of Zhang Wenran and the others, but just asked: "Grandma, my wife's face is not very good, is she sick?" If you are sick, you should be treated as soon as possible, this water cannot be drunk in vain, it just so happens that I still have some idle silver, just as this water is grateful." ”

Saying that, Zhu Chenhuan was about to take out the silver, and when the old woman saw this, she hurriedly stopped Zhu Chenhuan, sighed at the same time, and said: "Childe, I know that you are a good person, but although the old family is poor, it is not the kind of greedy family, a bowl of water is just a bowl of water, and it is not bought for money." As for the poor daughter-in-law of the old body, hey......"

The old woman sighed, but the woman still ignored it, and it looked like she had lost her soul.

Then, the old woman told about her son and daughter-in-law, which roughly means that in the second year of her son's marriage to this daughter-in-law, her wife died on the battlefield, and there was no good job at home.

At that time, her daughter-in-law had just become pregnant, and the child had not yet been born. Her son left for five years, and came back during the Chinese New Year last year, bringing some money from the barracks, and the family was full of joy, thinking that the good days were coming, but who knew that half a year later, there was the bad news that his son died on the battlefield.

After all, the old woman has experienced the vicissitudes of the world, and endured the pain of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person, and the child is still young, and she doesn't know what it means to die on the battlefield, but the old woman's daughter-in-law can't withstand the repeated blows, and has been born twice so far, if the old woman hadn't found out in time, this virtuous daughter-in-law might have really gone with her son.

Hearing this, Zhu Chenhuan sighed softly, and although the other three didn't know what they were thinking, everyone had a little sigh on their faces.

When the wife of an ordinary soldier who died on the battlefield heard her mother-in-law's story, her originally godless eyes turned red again, and tears flowed down her cheeks, making her even more sad and sad.

"Mother, what's wrong with you? Mother doesn't cry, Hao'er wiped her tears from her mother, grandma said, Daddy can't protect us anymore, Hao'er is the only man in the family, and he will definitely protect his mother and grandma from being bullied." ”

The childish boy wiped his tears for the woman, his voice was immature, but the words made the eyes of the burly man who was as strong as Sun Qinran red, and he turned his face sideways, and a huge man was moved like this.

"Damn, the wind and sand are so big. Sun Qinran scolded, Zhu Wenran and Zhang Wenran looked at each other, and immediately shook their heads slightly, but Zhu Chenhuan showed a smile.

I saw him standing up, with a slender figure and a face like a crown of jade, standing in the dilapidated courtyard, as if he was a fairy, incompatible with this environment, but Zhu Chenhuan didn't care at all, he stretched out his hand to face Zhu Yi, and said, "I remember that you brought paper and pencils, bring them, I will meet your requirements." ”

Zhu Chenhuan's expression changed immediately, and he was about to explain something, but he saw Zhu Chenhuan shake his head and said, "I don't have any other meaning, I just feel it, and I want to make such a poem." ”

Zhang Wenran saw that Zhu was a little flustered, and hurriedly stepped forward and interjected: "Childe, in fact, I like to write poetry, and my brother knows my preferences, so he always prepares for me-"

Before he finished speaking, he was coldly interrupted by Zhu Chenhuan, only to see Zhu Chenhuan glance at Zhang Wenran expressionlessly, and said, "I'm talking to Brother Wang, when will it be your turn to interject?"

Zhang Wenran's face was pale and he didn't dare to say anything, while Zhu Wenran reacted in this very short time, and didn't explain anything, just took out the pen and paper very calmly.

The paper is yellow paper, and the pen is a special pen that can write in a short time even without ink.

Zhu Chenhuan spread the paper on the table, looked at the sad and godless woman, closed his eyes and thought about the life in the barracks, thought of the sergeants who ate and lived together, remembered their dreams, remembered the helpless wry smile when they talked about their families, and frowned slightly.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and the leaves outside drifted into the small courtyard, and landed on the table, the leaves were yellow, without a trace of green, as if they were the soldiers who had died in battle, and never dreamed of anything again.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, picked up a brush, and wrote a poem on the paper, a mournful poem with women as the first perspective.

"Five years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. ”

After writing the last rhyme, Zhang Wenran and Zhu Paper's faces suddenly changed, and both of them had a look of shock in their eyes, it was obvious that they didn't expect Zhu Chenhuan to have such literary talent, and Sun Qinran was a big old man, and he didn't know what literary or unliterary was unpopular, but he was very depressed in his heart when he read it.

Zhu Chenhuan didn't care what other people thought, but continued to write: "I came to my hometown at night, Xiaoxuan window, and I was dressing up." There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

A mournful poem was published, and the shocked look on the faces of Zhu Wenwen and Zhang Wenran could no longer be concealed, and Sun Qinran, who had read the whole poem, also unconsciously clenched his hands tightly, feeling more and more panicked in his heart.

At this time, a sobbing suddenly appeared, Zhu Chenhuan turned around to look, only to see that the woman who heard Sun Qinran reading the words suddenly threw herself into the arms of the old woman, and cried loudly, the voice was miserable, and the listener was sad.

The old woman's tears also flowed unconsciously, and this song also reminded her of her deceased wife, but she was crying happily, crying and laughing on her face, and she was very contradictory for a while.

Zhu Chenhuan nodded to the old woman, turned around and walked out directly, without leaving a word, without saying a word, the other three saw this, and all looked at the word on the table hesitantly, but in the end, no one dared to pick it up, so they could only hurriedly follow and leave the small courtyard full of crying.

The old woman patted her daughter-in-law's jade back while watching Zhu Chenhuan leave, she was full of tears, but her eyes were much brighter.

"In this world, there are still good people......"

At the same time, the distant Fifth Realm, the Tang Saint Realm, the Terran Realm.

There is a simple and towering pavilion on the top of Mount Tai, the sacred mountain, the pavilion is ten thousand feet high, there are nine hundred and ninety-nine floors, straight to the sky, and the sky is the same height.

Mount Tai is the holy mountain of the Tang Dynasty, the pavilion on the holy mountain is called the Confucian Temple, the Confucian Temple is not a temple, but a small world, the world is located in the attic, a layer of a world, and the Buddha and the Tao of a flower and a world have similar mysteries.

At this time, among the nine hundred floors, the drum of the Academy of Literature rang out, and the sound spread throughout the Confucian Temple, nine hundred and ninety-nine floors, and people in the nine hundred and ninety-nine small worlds heard this sound as if it were the only voice in heaven and earth, and their faces were shocked, but their eyes were happy.

As long as it is the human race that gives birth to the talent of the heavens and latitudes, or the birth of the work that increases the luck of the human race, the earth drum will sound, if there is the legendary saint's talent appearing, it will sound the heavenly gong, and the entire Tang Dynasty Holy Realm will be shaken.

Sixteen years ago, the heavenly gong rang, and Sima Qian, the half-saint of the human race, left the Tang Sacred Realm.

At this time, the earth drum sounded, and I don't know what kind of thing is beneficial to the human race, but no matter what, the luck of the human race must be better.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine layers, independent of the world void, several phantoms appeared one by one.

"The beating of the earth drum is a masterpiece, guiding the Buddha realm, what do you think we should do?" An ancient voice of vicissitudes of life sounded, like thunder and drums.

One of them had a childish face, and said softly: "Wencheng is martial, this is Wencheng, you can send someone from the Academy of Literature to investigate." ”

"I don't think it has to be that way, just wait a little longer. "It's the voice of a man who is as fat as a pig.

"Why?" asked the ancient voice of Vicissitudes.

The fat man smiled and said, "Not surprisingly, this should be the little guy I paid attention to." ”

When everyone heard this, they all thought about it, and at this time, the voice of the vicissitudes of life made the final decision: "This matter is postponed, if there is another amazing work, the Academy of Literature will send someone to protect and bring it back." ”