The gentleman is elegant

The sun is shining.

He Chen stared at the sun that looked like the size of a jade plate, his lips were a little dry and his face turned a little white.

He was first beaten by Jiang Jingyan's bone whip, and then forcibly resisted Wang Sihe's flute, adding new marks before the old wound was healed.

Although the young gentleman in front of him is a little shy, he can declare his strength outside, so his strength should not be underestimated.

He Chen felt a little bitter in his mouth and a little bitter in his heart.

Not to mention that he has not healed his injury, even in his integrity, he may not be his opponent.

As the saying goes, birds of birds of a feather flock together.

Recently, Kong Dewei and Chai Xintong have been very close. In addition to the wonderful performances of the two, their strength will definitely be recognized by each other.

It is difficult for beggars and rich people to become friends. There may be special examples, but he believes that these two people must be in the same match and appreciate each other.

Chai Xintong can defeat Jiang Jingyan, who has the characters. Similarly, Kong Dewei has been a long-standing benevolent since he was a child, and his strength is not much worse. He is not sure whether Kong Dewei has refined the characters, but he is sure that he is not him.

opponent.

He Chen glanced at Kong Dewei and lowered his head.

Is it necessary to continue to do something that is almost impossible to accomplish? The result is important or the process is important? He fell into the question that private school gentlemen often asked during the Enlightenment era.

When he was a child, he was always the most active elementary school student who raised his hand to answer questions. Thinking of his answer, he began to deny his former self.

This problem is somewhat similar to the problem he encountered in mountain climbing later.

To climb a high mountain, should we go with the pleasure and return with all our energy; or to conquer it, stand to the highest point and see the small mountains?

When he was a child, his thinking about the process or result had changed.

He remembered that the question asked by the gentleman when the schoolchildren were enlightened. The gentleman also changed from a private school teacher in his childhood to a young man from Youzhou, and at the same time became his husband.

When the gentleman asked him this question, he thought for a while and said, "Climbing a mountain varies from person to person. Those who care about the world must reach the top; those who can satisfy their parents' shortcomings can also take advantage of the opportunity.

It's enough to have a satisfying scenery.

The young man narrowed his eyes, and the gaze shone on his face with the setting sun.

For the first time, he felt that the sunset was a little hot, and his face was a little hot.

"What about you, if you are, can you be satisfied with the world or a well-off family?"

At that sunset, he saw the young man's disappointed look for the first time.

The young man didn't say a word, shook his head and walked out of the school alone.

He is his little gentleman, the only little gentleman, but he is also someone else's gentleman, and he has been like this since he was a child.

Since then, he has had more time to be free, and he and his junior brothers have gradually returned to ordinary people.

If it weren't for the incident, I think he could not stand here now, but would rather be hanging his head at home and carefully studying the strategies of sages, hoping to be on the list in the spring or autumn test.

Before he came, his eldest husband was already critically ill, and he had taken responsibility for the eldest husband of Youzhou for a long time ago.

Youzhou is adjacent to the barbarians to the west, and their Confucius Temple is also very difficult to bear.

In a broken thatched hut, when the strong wind blows, He Chen will run around to carry the grass flying in the wind, then climb up the house with air leakage on all sides, and use a few large stones to press the roof of the thatched hut.

Before leaving, he put down the pen in his hand, gritted his teeth and cut a few pieces of wood on the mountain. He didn't care at all when he got a bubble on his hand. He hurriedly went to borrow some tools and changed the thatched hut into a wooden hut.

It’s just that his first time doing carpentry is really ugly.

However, no matter how ugly it is, it can shelter from the wind and rain; no matter how poor it is, it cannot change the great man and his first wish. Although there is a leak in the hut, his determination to protect the poor people in the world has never changed.

The eldest gentleman slept on the hospital bed, as if he was so angry that he was still stubborn.

"You must... go to Chang'an to see, Chang'an, the literati there can be respected. You have good poetry and essays and can drink for free in the best restaurant."

A weak smile appeared on the eldest Mr.

"I don't have that opportunity. When you go to Chang'an, you have to work hard to become the disciple of the young master. In the future, you will protect the poor people in the world and be happy. This is our agreement."

The eldest gentleman smiled, clenched his hand into a fist, knocked it at his chest, and then placed the fist on his chest.

He Chen nodded with tears in his eyes, and the eldest gentleman said slowly: "Remember, we have no way out, we can only move forward. No matter what the result is, we must fight and take a look. We must reach the top.

, there will be no fear of life and death."

He Chen suddenly remembered the two questions his husband asked him, thinking about it.

When he turned his head, the gentleman had closed his eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

He Chen, who was still crying just now, sobbed twice, but couldn't cry anymore. He wiped his tears and began to walk around the streets.

When he was a child, he had many senior brothers of the same year, and his husband also had some income. With him who only had one name, life was not difficult.

Later, my juniors learned some math skills, and how much meat or cabbage can be calculated, so they also dropped out of school.

For them, as long as they can easily calculate it, it will be enough to go back and help sell vegetables or meat.

There are also some seniors who have learned a sentence from some unknown place.

"It's better to be a centurion than to be a scholar." They seemed to have found their Yan Ruyu in the book, so they went to guard the border with high spirits, and their life and death were unknown. It was also a bit sad. People who read books read from the book

It's time to not read.

Only He Chen, who keeps learning, can't even fill his stomach.

He didn't even have the money to bury the great gentleman, let alone go to Chang'an.

He walked around the streets and found his classmates who were doing business, but it was difficult to speak.

He couldn't learn the mercy of those people, let alone the mercy. They bent over and laughed at other people's companions.

He Chen thought about it, straightened his back and passed by them.

Turning around the corner, he could only grit his teeth and return to the thatched hut.

strong

The sun is under the rain, tears are falling.

He used his unskilled iron elm to dig a hole, and then set up a wooden sign.

The wooden signs are very untidy, just like a sawed out by a child while playing, but the characters on them are very beautiful, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the best-looking characters in Youzhou.

While he was mourning his husband, an old man in white clothes appeared and gave him fifty taels of silver.

He refused to accept it, and the old man bought a picture of his.

He Chen calculated that if he took a carriage to Chang'an, fifty taels of silver would be enough. He could still wear gorgeous clothes, dress himself up, and eat meat every day.

But after thinking about it, he went to the market to buy a blue shirt, two pairs of cloth shoes and an ordinary four treasures of the study, put it in a package and set off on the road.

He sent the remaining money to the only scholars in Youzhou. They were so poor that they could hardly afford to eat, but they still insisted on studying, but the end result was getting poorer and poorer.

After all, a good laborer, who can withstand a book every day without working and eating, except for the wealthy families?

He Chen gave them the money, but he didn't ask them to persevere, and it was impossible for anyone to do it. He just hoped that the silver could be used on the blade.

He carried the package, brought a token, and pinned the ruler to head towards Chang'an.

He used paintings and selling words for a bite. Although he often went hungry all the way, he never regretted it and became more and more motivated.

Every step you take is one minute closer to Chang'an, and you can see the legendary "paradise" of Chinese literati.

When he arrived outside Chang'an City, he changed into cloth shoes, put on his blue shirt, went to the river to wash his face, and entered Chang'an with his head held high and his chest raised.

He had a hard journey and got here, and there was no reason to give up because his opponent was strong.

He Chen looked at the opponent in front of him at this time and understood why the husband asked him those two questions. He smiled slightly on his pale face and had an answer.

Since you climb a mountain, you must be the highest; since you have learned literature, you must write a beautiful article; since you can pick up your pen, you must tell this story to the world. If you live in the sea of ​​life, if you retreat after experiencing wind and waves, then his

Didn’t the book be read into the dog’s belly?

Even if there is a dragon in front of me, I will try to pull out the dragon's beard!

He Chen finally figured it out with his weak body facing the powerful enemy!

...

Seeing his smile on his face and coming to his senses, everyone let out a long sigh.

For a quarter of an hour, the two of them stood like wooden men.

He Chen took the lead in moving, and everyone's disappointment just now was wiped out. They knew that the battle was about to begin!

Unexpectedly, Kong Dewei smiled slightly and said, "Have you figured it out?"

He Chen nodded and said, "I figured it out."

"Then you decided?"

The weak He Chen smiled brightly, like the sun in the sky. He showed his white teeth, looked at Kong Dewei holding a pen in his hand, held the ruler and bowed, "Please!"

Condewi stood there and said seriously, "You won."

"What?" He Chen felt that the sun was too big and had hallucinations.

The Holy Emperor frowned, Fan Yuqi's face was full of doubt, and then he immediately showed joy, while the young master smiled.

"I said you, you won!" Kong Dewei's face turned a little red and his face was a little nervous, but he still had the courage to say this sentence, but the Chinese air seemed to be a little insufficient, but the voice was loud enough.

This time, everyone heard it clearly and confirmed that this was not an illusion.

He Chen was stunned, a little lost and excited.
To be continued...