[Comprehensive] Those years when I memorized the Analects of Confucius

Kong Yun's mood was a little delicate.

Reason told him that since the second brother didn't mention this matter, he naturally had his own reasons, but emotionally speaking, Kong Yun couldn't help being a little cautious: it was such an important matter, but he actually got it from someone else. Or even the last to know.

"Where are you going, Yunzi?"

He stood up suddenly, shook the "Huainanzi" in his hand, and explained casually: "There is something that I don't understand, I will ask my second brother." After thinking about it, he ordered: "Tuantuan, watch Mo Rong , don't let him mess around in my room."

The little milk cat who had been eagerly looking at Mo Rong meowed happily, and seemed very happy with this request.

Regardless of Mo Rong, who had a bitter face for a moment, Kong Yun pushed the door and walked out of the room. He asked a few servants, and then went straight to Kong Yan's study, knocked on the door, and Kong Yun, who got permission, easily went to the room. Pushed open the door of the study.

Out of the needs of cultivation and their natural love for books, everyone in the Kong family often has their own study room, and the underage Kong Yun is no exception.As for Kong Yan, who had grown up early and had already started learning to help with family affairs, his study would only be bigger and more complete in terms of facilities.

The decoration of the whole study is extremely simple, from the floor under the feet to the ceiling above are made of high-quality wood, in the center of the study is a plain wooden coffee table, surrounded by a few delicate wicker chairs.The windows are opened on the sunny side. On sunny days, the sunlight will creep in through the windows and fall on the neat and orderly books in the bookcase.

Like the woods in the morning sun.

But today's "forest" is not as quiet as it used to be.

In the center of the study, Kong Yan was sitting on a wicker chair near the coffee table, with his head lowered, brewing a cup of fragrant and refreshing tea, and the other wicker chairs welcomed two long-lost guests.

The one in the gray robe is a handsome young man with a gentle temperament and an indescribable bookishness, but he is not as lifeless as the old-fashioned scholar. When Kong Yun looked over, he nodded slightly, and his smile was as warm as an open fire. .

The one in white seemed to be younger than Kong Yun, and he seemed to be a lively and naughty young man, with a calm and unrestrained manner in his gestures and gestures.When Kong Yan was talking with the young man, the young man neither participated nor cared. He just sat aside with his chin propped up, drinking one glass after another slowly.

!

Kong Yun's heart skipped a beat, and before he could react mentally, he stood upright, bowed to the two people in the room, and saluted respectfully: "...Mr. Taibai, Mr. Shaoling .”

He is still calm and self-sustaining on the surface at the moment, but in reality, his heart has exploded long ago——

The human race has always had a limited lifespan, no more than those famous Taoist immortals, or even worse than the surviving monster race in "Shan Hai Jing".The so-called poets and poets are of course no exception.

The difference is that some people turn into loess and are buried in dust forever.However, some people died physically, but their poetic soul, sword spirit and noble righteousness penetrated into the pen and ink, turned into spirits, and survived in the world in the form of spirits.

The two in front of me are just like that.

It is not only me, but it is no longer me.

"Don't be restrained." As if noticing his restraint, Shaoling smiled indifferently: "It's just a casual chat. If the third son is interested, you might as well sit down and listen."

Kong Yun was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Kong Yan. Seeing the latter nodding his head invisibly, he took a deep breath, sat down on the other side in a proper manner, and opened the "Huainan" in his hand with ease. Child", neatly laid out on the table.

Kong Yun was no stranger to this situation.

Whether it is a poet or a poet, although the "Tao" of the two gentlemen is different from the "Tao" of Confucianism, some of the commonalities in Confucianism are enough for both sides to reach an ideological resonance.In this way, it is not uncommon to accept invitations occasionally, or to visit and discuss the Tao together.

However, compared to Mr. Shaoling, Mr. Taibai is obviously less interested in this, and most of the time he comes with Mr. Shaoling as a companion.

Logically speaking, according to the level of the two gentlemen, Kong Yun's father should be the one who entertained the two gentlemen. The second elder brother Kong Yan was the only one who entertained the two gentlemen.

"...The so-called inaction does not first do things; the so-called non-doing is because of what things do. Usually doing nothing and doing everything, this is the truth. Follow the natural principles, follow the natural way, people Then self-righteousness, why bother?"

The clear and fragrant tea fell into the exquisite porcelain cup along the spout, and the water vapor filled with the fragrance of the tea curled up, making the expression of the young man more and more blurred and unreal.

"Turning around with everything, not singing first, but responding to it..." Kong Yan closed her eyes, as if she was thinking about the meaning of the other party's words, but opened her eyes again after a while, and the color of her eyes became darker: "So little Mr. Ling, have you ever thought about it, if the Dao is not good, benevolence and righteousness are not practiced, and the wars will continue...but time waits for no one?"

……

Although I can roughly understand the issues discussed by the two, and can clearly distinguish that what Mr. Shaoling said is exactly the Taoist thought of "inaction" in "Huainanzi", but none of this affects Kong Yun's sincere feel--

Can't understand!

Accustomed to the simple mode of daily study, now the difficulty is suddenly raised. Even if reason tells him that he and the two people present are not in the same realm, he will inevitably feel a little frustrated in his heart.He sighed in his heart, regretting that he didn't bring a pen and paper to take notes.

Without a pen and paper, he simply put down the book and listened intently while thinking hard. Even if he can't understand many things now, he has an impression in his heart that will benefit him a lot in the future.

I don't know how long it took, but the topic of the two suddenly changed again, and they became relaxed and free-spirited.When Kong Yun came back to his senses, he didn't know where the topic had gone——

"... Flipping through Mr. Shaoling's collection of poems a few days ago, I happened to read 'drinking and singing, who is the hero?

Kong Yun: ...

Why does he feel that these words are not like the second brother's speaking style at all?Is there still such a way of bragging among literati in business these days?Or has he been out of step with the times after going to England for a year?

Kong Yun was a little puzzled in his heart, but he didn't want the young man sitting upright in the other end to suddenly have eyes brightened, and a smile spread from the corners of his lips to his eyes, "Does Ayan feel the same way?" His expression gradually shy, but with A little bit of indescribable pride: "This poem was written when I met Taibai for the first time."

Kong Yun: "..." Seems to have understood something.

"Not only this one, but I also wrote 'Bai Ye is invincible in poetry, and his thoughts are not grouped.', 'When the pen falls to shock the wind and rain, the poem becomes weeping ghosts and gods.' And, 'Farewell to death is swallowed, and farewell to life...'" Halfway through the conversation, it seemed that he was reminded of the state of mind when he wrote the pen, and the young man's expression also became gloomy.

"Shaoling—"

The suppressed emotions lasted for less than a second, and when the other person's call came to an end, Kong Yun blinked his eyes, and was not surprised to see the young man on the opposite side propping up the table with one hand, and sat up straight lazily .The few small and large wine jars in front of him were already empty, but his eyes gradually became sober.

Yes, youth.

Perhaps it was because of a mistake in the process of transforming the spirit, or some other unknown reason.In short, unlike the poet sage who always looks like a young man, the famous Sword Immortal certainly has an extraordinary demeanor, but once he gets drunk, he will miraculously change back to the size of a ten-year-old boy.

Like a side effect of being drunk.

However, now it seems that he should be sober, right?

It's hard to say whether he was comforted by the voice from his best friend, but Shaoling's expression softened: "Speaking of which, Taibai also wrote poems for me back then—"

The one who was presented with the poem was full of joy, but the one who gave the poem narrowed his eyes slightly, with a bit of confusion and bewilderment in his dark eyes: "...is there any?"

Eh?

Facing the expectant, confused or calm gazes of the three, the young man raised his chin and tilted his head slightly, as if he was thinking about it seriously. After a long while, he rubbed his forehead again, and slowly spit out a few words: "... wrote There are too many poems, I don’t remember them.”

But this is not the end.

"Why not..." He casually prolonged his tone, his voice still had a deep and hoarse voice that hadn't fully sobered up, although it was a question, but there was a natural statement in his tone: "Shaoling, read it to me ?”

Kong Yun: "..."

"Ah Yun, how are you doing with the homework I assigned last week?" Kong Yan suddenly spoke when Kong Yun stayed where he was at a loss, not knowing how to react.

Um?homework?

Didn't he finish last week's homework long ago?

When he realized that there seemed to be something wrong, Kong Yan who said goodbye on the grounds of "assessing his brother's knowledge" had already easily brought him out. The two brothers looked at each other in the corridor, and in the courtyard not far away, occasionally A koi jumped out of the lake and made a clattering sound.

After such a sudden episode, it took a while for Kong Yun to remember his original intention of looking for his second brother.He pursed his lips and said, "Second Brother..."

"Second son..."

His eyes shifted to the servant not far away, and Kong Yun subconsciously closed his mouth.Kong Yan obviously noticed it too—as if he had thought of something, his complexion darkened, he hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head, and said softly: "Ah Yun, go back to the study and read for a while, if there is anything you don't understand, I will I'll teach you later, okay?"

"it is good."

Watching Kong Yan's figure gradually disappear into the corner of the corridor, the whole corridor suddenly became cleaner.Kong Yun just stayed where he was, silently standing alone for a long time.

It wasn't until it was getting late that he lowered his head and walked slowly towards his room.