Hearing this, Su Dingfang in the house continued: "The same chants on objects, symbols are different, and the artistic conception is high and low, so don't fool it."

"Lime Song"

Wang Kang then spoke.

"Thousands of hammers and thousands of chisels out of the deep mountains, and burning them with fire is as easy as it is. You don't have to worry about being crushed to pieces, and you must leave the blue and white in the world."

This poem comes from the Ming Dynasty. Yu Qian, an official of the court, is a poem that expresses his loyalty to the country, his willingness to be loyal to the country, not afraid of sacrifice and his determination to uphold noble sentiments!

Limestone is just a very ordinary thing. Limestone is mined from the mountains through thousands of hammers and chisels. It regards the burning of raging fire as a very common thing.

Even if you are crushed to pieces, you are not afraid at all. Just keep your noble integrity in the world.

A small person is used to describe him!

Whether it is artistic conception or description, it is the most perfect!

After a long time, a low sigh came from the room.

"Come in!"

Wang Kang took another step forward, then pushed open the door, and an old man was sitting directly opposite the door.

His skin was already very loose and wrinkled, and his hands on the armrests of the chair were also very dry, just like the branches of the autumn.

Although his face was still stern, it was no longer as serious as he had seen before, and he felt an indescribable feeling...

It seems that it’s less than a year, I’ve grown so much.

Wang Kang couldn't help but tremble. He bent down and said in a deep voice: "Wang Kang, pay homage to grandpa!"

"Get up."

Su Dingfang looked at Wang Kang and said in a low voice: "The theory of good nature and evil nature, and the two schools of credit have been arguing endlessly, expressing their opinions..."

My grandfather spoke with this, and Wang Kang was not surprised.

He was a Hanlin scholar in the previous dynasty, and was a scholar. He was good at literature and theory. After he retired, he kept improving his nature and theory at home.

Good nature, evil nature.

These are two completely different views.

Literary people are fond of each other and have been arguing about it.

The representative figure of Su Ding's theory of evil nature has been studying this and writing books.

Wang Kang once organized a new school in Xinfeng and compiled the Three-character Classic for the promotion of elementary school.

When a man is born, his nature is good.

Don’t look at the difference in words, but it is the most concerned and most conspicuous word that literati have.

It is also because of this opposition that when Wang Kang got married, Su Dingfang was bewitched and went to Yangzhou to find Wang Kang to argue.

In the end, of course, it was refuted...

"I have been thinking about it all the time when I came back from Yangzhou, but later I finally figured it out. It turned out that I was attached to the face."

Su Dingfang said: "As you said, the theory of evil nature is based on the evil nature, emphasizing the necessity of educating morality, and the theory of good nature is based on the good nature, focusing on the consciousness of moral cultivation. Both of them complement each other and have opposite each other!"

"Just like civil and military officials, civil and military officials can maintain national stability, and military officials can determine the country, and none of them is indispensable!"

"Looking at what I have written again, I can't read it anymore, so I just burned it all in a fire!"

"Grandpa!"

Hearing this, Wang Kang was shocked. For an old scholar, studying literature and writing books is the biggest thing...

And my grandfather actually burned it all, which was equivalent to overturning his own research.

"It's nothing bad."

Su Dingfang waved his hand and said, "Recently, I am also thinking about my life. I was a Hanlin bachelor and a master of Confucianism, but I made a huge mistake."

"You wake me up this mistake."

"Grandpa, you don't have to..."

"Listen to me."

Su Dingfang raised his hand to stop Wang Kang and continued: "Confucianism, the way of human relations is the greatest truth, but I have always violated it. What kind of face do you have to claim to be a great Confucian scholar?"

"Grandpa, you are so serious!"

"Is the words serious?"

Su Dingfang looked at Wang Kang and said, "That's not what you said before."

“That was…”

Wang Kang was a little embarrassed. What he said before was really sharp.

"You're fine."

Su Dingfang said again: "I have always paid attention to what you do, presided over the provincial examination, and made surprising major events one after another, and now I am in danger of saving the country... I am proud of having a grandson like you!"

"Grandpa...you?"

Wang Kang was stunned. This sentence showed his recognition of himself.

This is really rare!

What was the previous contradiction?

It is because I am not recognized that my father is a businessman and I am a prodigal son that I have been unable to interact with each other for so many years.

It’s only been so many years since my mother’s tears…

"I'm old, the deadline is coming, and my life is coming soon..."

Wang Kang said busy: "You can live a long time."

"No, no one can escape birth, old age, sickness and death. Perhaps it is the time when I am about to die that I can understand these."

Su Dingfang said in a deep voice: "After the attack of Yan State, I was thinking about what to do if the city was broken. Although I had written my pen throughout my life and had never used a sword, at that time, I was ready to live and die with Qingzhou!"

This sentence moved Wang Kang quite.

An old man in his seventies has such ideas and such a spirit!

This is the real Confucian scholar!

They may be powerless, but they never lack the courage to lift their swords...

"Now that Yan army has retreated and returned to Stable, I have no worries anymore. The only regret is... I want to get your mother's forgiveness and the family affection is perfect!"

When Su Dingfang said these words, his body was trembling.

A corrupt scholar has been recognizing the truth that he has been dead for a lifetime, and now he lets go, what kind of courage should he need to make him do this?

Perhaps there is one of the biggest reasons.

Perhaps, he really had a foreshadowing that his deadline was coming...

Wang Kang's heart was filled with grief.

Looking at the grandfather in front of him, no matter how pedantic he was or what he had done, he could no longer have any grudges.

At this moment, he was just an old man, a lonely old man.

Because his family affection is not perfect.

Maybe he kept thinking about it, even a little bit self-blame.

Wang Kang's eyes were slightly red, and he said, "You don't need to get my mother's forgiveness, because... she has never blamed you!"

"Really?"

Su Dingfang's dry hands held the handrail tightly, showing his inner uneasiness.

"real."

Wang Kang said, "Mother has never blamed you."

"That's good."

He seemed to have a sigh of relief and said, "This time I resisted the Yan army, my father has been here for a long time, and we have communicated a lot. Your father is also a capable person, but you... your mother did not come..."

"Grandpa, this time I'm back to Beijing, why don't you go with me? My mother is in the capital, and Master Fang has told me many times before, and I want to sit with you!"

Wang Kang said, "Qingzhou City has just experienced war and is so depressed. You might as well change the environment. Having a mother with you is also very beneficial to your body. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!