Ning Chen

Once his father died, he didn't even have a straw mat to wrap him in. "

"What a poor man, this Mo Beiyuan is an unfilial son."

The village where Mo Beichen was born was the most desolate slum in Xibian Border Town, but in this most desolate place, a well-known Mo Xiucai grew up. This Mo Beiyuan was gifted and intelligent since he was a child. The other people are incompatible with each other, and this small western village has only produced a strange person like him in a hundred years, but the outstanding strange person is also a strange person in the eyes of ordinary people.

"I heard that the champion of Jinke is the young master of the prime minister's mansion."

"It's him? Even a mediocre talent like him deserves to be the champion?"

"Do you think he is the number one scholar based on his real talents? If he didn't have a prime minister's father..."

"Shh, keep your voice down, aren't you afraid of being heard by the prime minister's mansion?"

Mo Beiyuan stared blankly at the paper list posted in front of him, shaking his head repeatedly, "No, it's impossible, it's impossible."

I saw him desperately passing through the crowd, pushing forward, and carefully confirming again and again, "How did this happen, how did this happen."

A candidate at the side said: "Brother Beiyuan, among the students, who doesn't know that you have an incomparable literary talent, but can you be the number one scholar in the gold department if you have literary talent? The most important thing is to have a father who is a high-ranking official."

Someone else echoed: "Yes, why don't we children from poor families not have a powerful father?"

It's not that Mo Beiyuan doesn't know the key to this, and it's not the first time for him, "...hahahaha, at fifteen, he entered the Qin Dynasty, and at thirty, he was homeless and a passer-by. Kong provokes Luoyang Chen..."

Mo Beiyuan laughed wildly and walked away, walking farther and farther in the eyes of everyone.

"Brother Beiyuan, brother Beiyuan?"

"Brother Beiyuan, he..."

"Oh, let him go."

By the time Mo Beiyuan had traveled all the way home, his old father had already starved to death at home. The Mo family, which was already impoverished, could not even afford a coffin. Mo Beiyuan finally borrowed it.

Mo Beiyuan knelt in front of the earthen mound, crying loudly, "Father, the child is late, the child is not filial..."

Seeing that he has been depressed for many years, and his old father died tragically because of him, as far as Mo Beichen is concerned, there is nothing in this world worthy of his commemoration, "Father, the child is useless, the child will come to accompany you."

"After ten years of hard work, things are in a hurry, and the Zhu Banner is chased into the battlefield. The four seas are difficult to meet, and the liver and gallbladder are easy to open up in one's life. Flying back to Yinggu, the spring is scattered, and the road to Zhuolong is bleak. Today, I am ashamed of knowing and fate, laughing and singing. Desolate..." Mo Beichen stumbled all the way to a deserted place, he thought that even if he died, he would die far away, so as not to be pointed at by others behind him.

In front of me, there is a desolate swamp land with no flowers or trees, and the grass leaves are drooping. In this large and small swamp, there is a black pool that is exceptionally crystal clear, like a water chestnut placed in the mud. Like black pearls, shining brightly.

Under the pool, a man in black was falling asleep with his eyes closed. The man was awakened by the sound of the poem, and opened his eyes impatiently, with a hint of anger in his eyes, "Which bookworm dares to come to me to read poems, it's so noisy! .”

Mo Beiyuan murmured, "It's gone, it's gone, it's better to go back."

Mo Beiyuan looked around, not knowing where he had gone, "...No one here should be able to find me."

Mo Beiyuan was about to jump into the black pool, but after a second thought, he said, "...if there is an owner in this black pool, wouldn't I be polluting other people's place?"

Mo Beiyuan carefully looked at the black pool in front of him, and looked around again, "There should be no owner for such a remote black pool."

Mo Beiyuan made a jumping posture, then stopped, "But, I can swim, in case I can't sink..."

Suddenly, a human head emerged from the black pool, that person was the man in black sleeping with his eyes closed at the bottom of the pool, "Scholar, are you dancing or not?"

Mo Beiyuan was so frightened by the man that he staggered and fell to the ground, "You, you, are you a human or a ghost?"

The man in black raised his eyebrows, imitating Mo Beiyuan's tone, "I, I, I am neither a human nor a ghost, I am the master of the black pool you mentioned.

Mo Beiyuan's heart was still beating wildly with fright, and he stammered, "Master, master?"

The man in black opened his eyes wide, nodded, and said, "Yes."

Mo Beiyuan looked at the man who came out from the bottom of the pool in surprise, with willow-leaf eyebrows, Ruifeng eyes, a tear mole under his eyes, a straight nose and red lips, wet temple hair loosely pasted on his cheeks, he clearly looked like a handsome young man .

Seeing that he was still soaking in the water in the cold weather, Mo Beiyuan hurriedly said, "You, get up first, the water is cold."

The man in black was taken aback for a moment, before he smiled and said, "...well, pull me up"

"..." The man smiled, and Mo Beiyuan felt his face flushed. When Mo Beiyuan carefully pulled the man ashore, he took off his outer clothes to him, "It's cold, you put them on first, and I'll pick some up." Here comes the firewood."

After Mo Beiyuan set up the fire, the man in black asked, "Scholar, did you just want to kill yourself?"

Mo Beiyuan pursed his lips, lowered his head, and said nothing, "..."

"If you don't speak, it will be your default." The man in black raised his eyebrows and continued to ask: "I see you are young, why don't you think about it?"

Mo Beiyuan gave a wry smile, extremely desolate, "I'm a useless person, and I don't make much contribution in this world."

The man in black seemed puzzled, and asked, "Do you have to make contributions to live?"

What does it mean to live, and why does it live? Mo Beiyuan has never thought about these carefully, "..."

Seeing that Mo Beiyuan was silent, the man in black said again: "Scholar, if you really died in vain today, wouldn't you have any regrets?"

Mo Beiyuan shook his head, and said, "I originally wanted to gain fame and benefit this land, but now, my family's wealth has been wiped out without achieving fame, and even my only relative died tragically because of me."

The man in black curled his lips, nodded and said, "Then you are really pitiful."

"..." Mo Beiyuan glanced at the man, and the man in black said again: "Scholar, if you want to jump into this black pool, just jump, anyway, I don't know how many people died in this black pool, When you get there, there will be many people with you, and you won't be lonely."

This man spoke so strangely, Mo Beiyuan frowned, and said: "...there are still people in this world like you who persuade death but not life."

The man in black tilted his head and asked in confusion, "What? You don't want to jump anymore?"

Mo Beiyuan seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and said in embarrassment: "I'm really useless, I don't even have the courage to seek death."

The man in black said disdainfully: "What's so difficult about dying? The difficult part is how to live. If you are not afraid of death, are you still afraid of living?"

Mo Beiyuan nodded in a daze like a daze, and said, "Yes, you are right."

The man in black smiled again and said, "Scholar, besides fame, what other wishes do you have?"

When the man smiled, Mo Beichen blushed again, and after a while he said leisurely, "If we can set up a school and let the children here know how to read and write, this life will be worthwhile."

The man in black clapped his hands and said decisively: "Okay, let's start a school."

Mo Beiyuan's eyes widened, and he said, "Huh? But, I don't have the money to run a school."

The man in black raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't have one, but I do."

Mo Beiyuan was taken aback for a moment, puzzled and said, "You mean, you want to help me?"

The man in black sneered and said, "Who said I'm going to help you?"

"..." Mo Beiyuan was ashamed for a while, it turned out that he made a mistake.

The two were silent for a while, and the man in black spoke first, "Scholar, what's your name?"

Mo Beiyuan said word by word: "My surname is Mo Beiyuan."

The man in black repeated: "Mo Beiyuan?"

Mo Beiyuan bowed respectfully to the man in black, and asked, "Dare to ask about your respect."

The man in black pursed his lips and said, "Su Cangmin."

Mo Beiyuan murmured: "Young Master Su.

At this moment, Yu Xiachengqi is almost dusk, and the autumn night is extremely cold. Mo Beiyuan was already dressed thinly, but he just gave his outer clothes to Su Cangmin. At this moment, sitting in the cold wind, shaking like a sieve The sieve is average.

Su Cangmin glanced at Mo Beiyuan, and threw the outer clothes on him, "Give it back to you, with your body, you'll still give me the outer clothes."

Mo Beiyuan's teeth were shivering, "I, I'm not cold."

Su Cangmin pouted, jokingly said: "You, you are not cold."

"..." Knowing that Su Cangmin was teasing him, Mo Beiyuan took a breath, and obediently put on his coat again.

Su Cangmin asked: "Scholar, if you build a school, where do you want to build it?"

Mo Beiyuan said: "If it's Mr. Su and you want to build a school, then it's better for you to decide the place."

Su Cangmin thought for a while, and said, "I think this place is pretty good."

here?This place is desolate and uninhabited, there is no vegetation, not even a bird or beast can be seen. How can a school for teaching and educating people be built here in such a cold and weird place? Mo Beiyuan frowned and said: "Mr. Su, Isn't it suitable here?"

Su Cangmin tilted his head and asked, "Then where do you think is suitable?"

Mo Beiyuan thought about it carefully, and said, "I think Changling Mountain is quite suitable."

Su Cangmin clapped his hands and said, "Then build it in Changling Mountain."

Mo Beiyuan opened his eyes wide and said, "Master Su, do you really want to build a school in Changling Mountain?"

Su Cangmin nodded and said, "Really."

At the foot of Changling Mountain is Mo Beiyuan's hometown. There has never been a decent school in this place where no one cares about it. If Su Cangmin can really