After a day, Nie Xiao had already gotten out of bed. Take advantage of the faint morning light of winter to stand in the yard and jump a few times to adapt to the body.

There was an old bare tree in the courtyard, and there was a small pond under the tree, and in the pond there was an old turtle that also climbed ashore to bask in the sun. There was a big and tall boulder on the shore for the old turtle, and the old turtle tried to climb it several times, but failed.

Nie Xiao looked funny, smiled and grabbed the old turtle with one hand, "Brother turtle, let me help you." Who knew that the top of the round stone was too sharp, and the old turtle's belly was a little wider, and at this time, Nie Xiao put it on the round stone, and it was actually lifted up and his limbs hung in the air and had nowhere to focus.

The Master came back from fetching the oxen from outside, and was about to hang the oxen rope on the old tree as he did on a regular day, not because he was afraid that the oxen would run away, but because he was afraid that he would frighten the people who suddenly entered the yard.

After a few days, the old cow seemed to be familiar with this turtle, and at this moment, when he saw that it was placed on the cobblestone by Nie Xiao, he "mooed" and screamed for his friend.

"Can you finally get out of bed?" The master and Nie Xiao stayed under the same roof for a long time, and they began to talk out of tune.

Nie Xiao squatted aside and didn't really want to pay attention to him, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, and immediately changed his face and said, "Hey, old man, you read a lot, show me a clear way!"

The master laughed and said, "I think you have the guts, just learn how to dig holes in the ground and hide." ”

Nie Xiao drooped his head on the side, "If only I could hide it in the hole, I'm afraid that they will smell like a dog and catch me." ”

The master taunted him a few words: "How did you get great magical powers when you are such a person who is afraid of death? Others are lucky enough to step on dog shit at most, and you are eating dog shit as food!"

"The world is going down, the world is going down, is this scholar talking so openly, such vulgar words are simply insulting to the sages. Nie Xiao had words in his mouth, and walked out with his hands behind his back to learn from the old pedant.

The master took the old turtle down from the cobblestone, "The one who is close to Zhu is red, and the one who is close to ink is black" Xiwen is right, he can't stay with this kid for a long time.

I didn't see Nie Xiao come back until the sun set, and I didn't think he would come back.

The master closed the door of the room, and when he checked it, he saw that there was really nothing to take with him, and he took the oxen and planned to leave.

Wang Gongnei was originally heavily guarded and did not allow people to come and go at will, but King Ximing knew that his master did not like cumbersome, so he removed all the maids and guards who could be withdrawn, which made it much more convenient for Nie Xiao and his master. 【@ @@更好更新更快】

Only King Ximing came.

"Master, I'm leaving, the students still have a lot of questions!"

The master smiled and said: "You are now the king of a country, and there are many wise and knowledgeable people in the court, including Yang Fang and Yuheng, and Chen Ting and Lu Zhanzhi outside, what other questions do you have to ask?"

"Students

I want to ask the Master about someone. ”

"Still obsessed with the people who read bamboo slips?"

"If this person is of great benefit to the people and the society, I beg the Master to tell the student. After speaking, he bowed deeply to the master, "What's more, Ziliang commented on his person's 'If this person gets 100,000 people', he has to ask for the sake of the dawn student." ”

"Have you ever solved the bamboo slip?"

"After solving a sentence and a half, the first four words can be understood, and the last four words are still unclear on how to be 'the same'. ”

After hearing this, the master nodded, "It's not much different from what he expected, so I'll tell you." ”

The master told King Ximing everything he knew about Xiaoxi, and King Ximing felt like he was on the edge of the abyss after hearing this, "This person is really talented." ”

But this man said that if Xi Mingguo could afford to wait, he would wait for him for three years, and he had a three-year covenant with others that could not be broken. ”

"I can't say three years for such talents, but I can afford to wait for five or ten years, but I am troubled that the widow has no chance to see him. ”

......

......

The Waste Hill Academy is not big, and there are not many teachings, but this is definitely the best academy in the Ximing Kingdom, and it is enough to prove that many officials in the Ximing Kingdom have gone out from here.

There was an open space behind the entrance of the academy, and a dozen or so children were running and playing in the open space, and the boys and girls were chattering and arguing, disturbing the teachers and students.

But after all, it's just a reprimand, there is never a rule for beating people, but where can the reprimand be reprimanded.

One of the study rooms in the West Courtyard was as quiet as usual, with only the occasional conversation and the sobbing of a young boy.

"Literature, education, and learning, I ...... My grandfather passed away, and before he died, I asked me to send his ashes back to Chu Jingguo, but I ...... But I don't know the way. ”

The boy who spoke was called Sun Zhi, who had just turned ten years old, and he was very strong, but he was a quiet child on weekdays, and he had no other hobbies except to sit and practice calligraphy. So most of his classmates called him "stupid", but he was not angry, and often greeted people with a smile.

The teacher called Wen Guo, reached out and touched the boy's head, and comforted softly: "Don't cry, don't cry, the master will come back soon, and the master will definitely find a way to help us in this matter." ”

The little boy nodded emphatically, and turned to leave.

Looking at the back of the little boy leaving, Wen Guo sighed deeply, "This God, what kind of heart is An." ”

When the little grandson was five years old, there was a sudden change in the family and there were no parents, and the grandparents fled to the Ximing Kingdom, and the grandfather pulled him up, and finally settled down for a while, but who knew but ......

"From now on, I hope you don't go alone. ”

On the way back to the classroom, I had to pass through the open space in the front yard, and a little girl in red clothes with two pigtails saw Xiao Sun Zhi and beckoned to him: "Silly melon, come and play!"

Xiao Sun Zhi turned his head and replied: "No." He walked to the classroom.

The little girl looked at the departing little boy, and for the first time felt that he was so lonely and sad.

A boy next to him shouted: "Guo Xiaoyi, let's continue to play, leave him alone." ”

So she left this feeling behind, and many years later, she deeply realized how lonely and hesitant Xiao Sun Zhi was.

Next to the boy's desk, there is a stone tablet with half a person high, the stone tablet is incomplete, it is a fragment of the tablet, and the place where the name of the book tablet on the right can only see the two simple characters of "stone gate".

The stele was carried back by his grandfather when he was still there, he loved to write since he was a child, so his grandfather who was a stonemason often led him to see some ancient steles, and also taught him to learn the technique of carving steles, grandpa told him that this is a famous stele, because it was broken, so no one wanted it, if he found the other half of the stele and added up to the old value, he leaned back and smiled at that time.

In the past, his grandfather helped him to extend the words from the tablet, and he only had to write them. But now no one helps him to rub the monument anymore, and he himself will, but his grandfather didn't have much money left, and he had to keep it for coiling, so he couldn't use it indiscriminately, he couldn't buy rubbing paper, and he couldn't waste so much ink.

So now he can only gently touch the words on the stele with his hands, and he can't hold back his tears when he touches them.

I suddenly wanted to say something off topic

A person is most afraid of "habit", and if you are used to the existence of something, you cannot get used to its sudden passing. Accustomed to a certain expectation, when it is not reached, the feeling of empty powerlessness will be particularly strong, and the most feared is to get used to this "powerlessness".

I'm always hopeful!

A wide range of new authors are changing their writing styles, becoming more popular and following the trend, and after a book becomes popular, other books with similar names and plots have sprung up on the ground.

There's nothing wrong with that, and following the path of someone else's success will save you a lot of detours.

But we can't blindly follow the trend, innovate and change.

"Perseverance" is also a very important thing, like Old Man Jin, Gu Long Drunken Hero, and many other things that everyone insists on in their works, or for chivalry, or for friendship, or for ......

I always insist on injecting an emotion into what I write, hoping to make the reader feel hope in the midst of suffering, something to run through in the dark, and interesting when bored.

Even if I only have one reader, I think that's what I'm writing about.

Finally, am I being hypocritical?

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