Knowing that Zilu was dead, Confucius's health never recovered.

Looking at the poor and sour appearance at home, his mood was not better. I am old, my son Kong Li died, leaving orphans and widows with no one to take care of, how will I live this life in the future

Although there are often students around him who come back to see him and take care of him, they all come today and leave tomorrow, and they only stay for a few months and finally leave. It's not a thing after all, and I don't feel safe at all.

Think about what you have done in your life, how can this be, how can I Kong Qiu be like this, how can the evening scene be so miserable and desolate

Every time Confucius thought of this very real problem, he couldn't help himself, and his tears would flow silently. In order not to be discovered, he had to pick up the bamboo slips and pretend to read a book.

But every time he picked up the bamboo slips, he remembered Yan Hui again. As a result, I felt even more sad.

You must know that most of these bamboo slips in front of him were copied by Yan Hui. If it weren't for Yan Hui, where would he get these books

In this day and age, books are high-end items that are difficult to buy and cannot be afforded by ordinary people. In addition, bamboo slips are easy to make, and where the content of the book comes from is the point.

Most of these books of Confucius were copied from other people's books. And there are many books in it, all of which were written by Yan Hui from memory.

Only when a book is copied can it be copied, and only then can a text be copied against it. And for some books, you don't have a template at all, so you can only write it yourself from memory.

Yan Hui followed Confucius for a long time and read a lot of books. So his memory bank is a super big book house, a super library. You say you want a book, and he'll copy it for you right away.

Moreover, many of the books collected by Confucius before were copied by Yan Hui.

Many of the books that Confucius collected in the past and the books he collected in his early days were copied by himself. Later, there were students, and there were obedient students, so they asked the students to copy it for him. Burning and applying ink are simple things, just find a student. To copy, you must find someone who is serious, obedient and very proficient.

Since Yan Hui appeared, this copying work has been handed over to him.

In the early days, Zeng Dian also copied books for Confucius. However, he once pointed out that this person was too good and was reluctant to do it. So after working for a while, people found a reason not to do it.

Yan Lu is naturally indispensable, and he has also copied a lot. It's just that his family has more than a dozen acres of land to cultivate, and he rarely has time.

It can be said that all the substitute teachers who taught Confucius privately basically copied books for him. Later, it was only Yan Hui who took care of it alone.

Yan Hui is honest and the most obedient. Moreover, people are also fine and intelligent, so Confucius likes them even more.

After Confucius traveled around the world, he traveled to many places, encountered many dangers, and almost did not save his life. So the half-car books that I took out when I went out and the books that I burned later were basically lost. Brought some back as well, mostly not the previous books.

Therefore, most of the books in Confucius's house are copied by Yan Hui.

Thinking of Yan Hui, Confucius was even more sad.

In the past, Confucius, his desk was in the living room, and the desk in front of him was the desk. But since the series of pains, he no longer reads in the living room. He moved the study to his room, reading a book is another thing, it is true that a person is secretly sad.

He only came out of the room when a guest came and wanted to speak to him.

Usually when there are no outsiders in the house, he is huddled in his room. It's called reading a book, and it's actually crying and crying sadly.

His room was the room where Confucius's mother lived before her death. And his own former room is now the room of Mr. and Mrs. Kong Li. Now the carp is gone, and only orphans and widows are left to live there.

"Where's the gentleman?"

On this day, a tall, emaciated young man appeared in the living room of Confucius's house.

Seeing that there was no shadow of Mr. Confucius in the living room, it seemed that he was at home, so he asked.

"Shhhh ”

There are too many students of Confucius, and the time span is too large. So many of my classmates don't know each other.

This tall, emaciated young man was none other than Zeng Shen. Zeng Shen is also the son of Zeng Dian, an early student of Confucius.

Zeng Shen is also known as Zeng Shen, who was later called Zeng Zi.

He and his father Zeng Dian were both students of Confucius. Just like Yan Lu's father and son, they were both students of Confucius. The parents are the early students, and the children are the later students. And they are all students that Confucius liked.

"Who is Zeng Shen?"

At this moment, the voice of Confucius's vicissitudes of life came from the room.

"Yes, sir, I'm Zeng Shen, I'm here to see you," Zeng Shen heard Confucius's voice and hurriedly agreed.

"Come in"

"Yes, sir, woo woo," Zeng responded.

From Confucius's voice, Zeng Shen could already hear the hoarseness in Mr. 's voice. Probably cried just now.

Saints are also human beings, only different from the manifestations of mortals. When encountering sad things, there are also feelings, rather than indifferent and indifferent expressions.

Zeng Shen was a smart man, so he naturally knew Confucius's mood during this time.

This kind of unfortunate thing can't be tolerated by anyone.

Zeng Shen pushed the door in, and saw Confucius sitting slumped under the bookshelf and was about to climb up, so he hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up. Then lie on the ground and kowtow to him.

"Get up, get up, get up, why are you here now, Mr. Wow, I've been looking forward to you coming, sit down quickly, sit down"

With the support of Confucius, Zeng Shen quickly got up and sat down on the side of the seat.

Confucius also sat down, and the two faced each other, one on one side of the case, and the other on the other side of the case.

Because the room is small, there is not much attention to detail and everything will be in place.

"Mr. Hui's words have a lot of family affairs, and I just finished dealing with it, so I hurried over. Alas, the warehouse at home is just about to buy a batch of goods, and I really can't leave. Before, I went to another foreign country."

Zeng Shen roughly explained the reason why he didn't come.

Confucius interrupted, "I know you all have difficulties, but I want to talk to you. Alas, when people are old, there are more words, and what is said is repetitive, it's not that I'm afraid that you don't understand what I mean, I have to repeat it, explain it clearly"

"Yes, sir, my father has also talked a lot since he got older. Alas, he just doesn't worry about sir, so he wants me to let go of everything and take care of sir, no, I always remember my father's words."

"Good," Confucius replied.

"Back then, I talked to your father the most, and he understood me best, but we all had our own lives and couldn't be together all the time. It's not that he left the school and went home to run the store."