There are many things in the world that cannot be understood simply by sitting at home. Even if you are wise and close to the demon, but you don't know the reality, it is an illusion after all, because the world is just a world in its imagination.

Time has given people a lot of things, making people grow old and growing, although they are one step closer to death, but they are also rare wealth. For example, the road that has been walked, the trees that have been seen, the rain that has been showered, and the passage of time will be engraved into a profound imprint.

Xun Yu, Guo Jia, Xi Zhicai, and Kong Ming, the road they have walked has not yet reached the end, but it is already the longest road they have walked at the moment. Many of the things they saw and heard on the road were really absorbed by them and became one of the components of knowledge in their minds. Only what you have experienced and can experience is what you really master, not the words of the sages recorded in the books.

Even if it makes sense, it's just a feeling, it's just a feeling, it's the sage's things, the sage's words, the sage's understanding. What is not one's own, what is the use of it? The four of them all belong to the kind of people who pursue hard work, not to mention, just like Guo Jia sometimes stinks and talks to himself, he is a resourceful person who has a problem, how can those sages have no faults and no mistakes? At most, it's less than him.

Regarding Guo Jia's words, Xun Yu and the three of them expressed a strong sense of agreement, especially on the sentence of one body's fault.

As Guo Jia said, no one is perfect, even a saint, it is impossible not to make a single mistake. Since there is no complete correctness, then to know some right and wrong, right and wrong, you have to experience it yourself.

No accumulation of steps, no thousands of miles; If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't become rivers and seas.

This small step at the moment is magnified into the whole life, and the road to be passed in the future is just a few short steps. But each step, little by little, accumulates enough for you to go to farther places, to see more distant landscapes, until you think of the end, or the end of life.

Sometimes, people are so strange, and the things described in words can't make you feel the slightest feeling. But when I saw it with my own eyes and experienced it myself, I had all kinds of emotions, and even things that I thought would not be shaken, were shaking and collapsing in an instant.

Xun Yu went through this kind of process, and in an instant, he reinvented himself. He believes that he can change, and man will win the day, that is, in the year of the great famine, as long as the upper and lower levels can face and solve it together, what can the anger of heaven not be over?

In this field in front of you, as long as you dig more ditches and lack water in summer, you can also collect water from several places. If it is really that there is no harvest, and the rich households of the government contribute grain and contribute funds together to help the people survive the year of drought and drought, then it is not a problem.

People's hearts, people's hearts, a prosperous era, the most important thing is people's hearts. As long as those officials in the DPRK and China, down to every ordinary person, have a heart to face together, then the prosperity will never decline. But when he thought of this, Xun Yu suddenly felt a little depressed, at least for now, he had not seen the slightest shadow of the prosperous era he was looking forward to.

The four of them talked with the old farmer for a long time, and even Kong Ming, who had really never touched farming at all, and even Kong Ming, who had never seen the field at all in reality, could say that he was ugly in farming. Seeing that it was getting late, they went back with him to the nearby village at the urging of the old farmer, and spent the night at his house.

Some people left Yingchuan, and some people returned to Yingchuan on this thin curtain of the sunset.

A tourist with the vicissitudes of life, standing in front of the county gate of Changshe County, Yingchuan County, looked at the word Changshe above the city gate and was stunned. The passers-by and the people who passed by him were also attracted by the motionless man standing at the gate of the city.

Perhaps confused, some people raised their heads and glanced at the words "Changshe" on the city gate, and found that it was no different from usual. They really don't know what this man is looking at, what is so good-looking, there are just two words of Changshe, except for the more mottled and mottled, there is nothing to look at, right?

Probably attracted by the vicissitudes of this man's breath and the bleak back, many people think that this man is a person with a great story. It is only those who have experienced many things that can have the impulse to have the idea of wanting to explore and to understand. It also includes what he's looking at right now, and what's going on in his head.

Who is he and where does he come from? Two questions were stirring in the hearts of the passers-by, but after looking at the sky, the idea of finally returning home took over, and the pace that had slowed down began to speed up again.

"Lao Liu, who is that person, could it be a fugitive?" One of the soldiers guarding the city gate clenched the spear in his hand and cast a wary gaze.

"You're stupid!" The other soldier, who was known as Lao Liu, also cast his gaze, sneered, and shook his head.

"Just look at the clothes he wears, besides, what fugitive would be so swaggering, and stand at the gate of the city with such a crowd?" Lao Liu smacked his lips, looked around again, and then added: "Although there are no people coming and going now, you should always look at his eye-catching situation, right?" If he was a fugitive, how could he dare to stay where he was if he didn't run away with his tail between his legs now? ”

After being reminded by Lao Liu, who was standing aside, the soldier looked at it again, only to realize that he was really making a big fuss. Although the man with the hat and the sword at his waist was a little old, white-washed and patched, it was very neat, and it was evident that he was very cared for and often washed.

The robe was obviously the style of a scholar, and then I thought of the long sword he wore at his waist, and the act of standing at the gate of the city in such a daze. It is not difficult for the soldier to think that this should be a scholar who went out to study, and after going out to study, he returned to his hometown, and it is not an exaggeration to have such abnormal behavior.

Looking again, the soldier turned his attention away. All he wanted now was to hurry up and get into the night, and the gates would be closed quickly, and when the others would come to take turn, he could go home and get a good night's sleep.

The man with the sword wore a hat on his head, and unlike the people who had a very good story to tell, it was an extremely young face, with three-dimensional facial features, and a trace of heroism that was different from that of other scholars. It's just that why are those resolute eyes, in the gaze cast at this moment, there is some trembling, and a little crystal light is flashing?

Xu Shu once thought that he had experienced a lot, walked the rivers and lakes for a long time, and the fights he experienced were enough to make others stunned. After those experiences, his heart gradually hardened, and in the face of many things, he would no longer have the mentality of the old girl.

It's really strange, it's extremely strange, he really doesn't know why there is such a sour feeling in his eyes now. Probably, it's because of the wind blowing in front of you now, and the sand mixed in the wind, right?

His throat moved, and he let out a meaningless murmur, Xu Shu felt that his body was very heavy now, and his hands and feet were as if they were not his own. Standing at the gate of the city, watching, it's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that his feet are heavy and difficult to lift.

Is he scared? Right? It's a scared emotion, right? It's cowardice, isn't it?

Afraid...

Xu Shu didn't believe that he would be afraid of anything before, even if it was to avenge his friends and be arrested by the government, he was tied up in the market to show the public in the future, he was never a little afraid. However, fear was probably born at that time.

At that moment, he had fear, fear. It's not because of being arrested by the government, not because of the eyes of those people, and not because of what kind of ending awaits him, but because of his old mother.

The old mother, who was still bowing her head in the dim light of the flickering oil lamp, sewed a new dress for herself by the faint light, stitch by stitch and thread. After she knew that she didn't want to study, she still sewed a scholar's robe for herself, just because she knew that she might go far, far, long away on this trip. Maybe you will meet a lot of people, maybe you will experience a lot of things, and you can't do without good clothes.

Yes, he has traveled a long way, for a long, long time, met a lot of people, experienced a lot of things, and the new clothes he wore when he went out had become old when he returned home. But Xu Shu still cherishes it very much, for the sake of this clothes, his hand holding the sword even picked up the needle.

On the top of the robe, those awkward, crooked patches are his craftsmanship at the beginning. Later, there were more and more patches, his craftsmanship became better and better, and it was impossible to stop it, and the robe became more and more old, but his love did not change at all, but became deeper and deeper.

He realized more and more that the old mother's maternal love precipitated on it, this robe, like her company, never left.

That day, he thought a lot, thought a lot, and even thought about his own death. What's more, it's the guilt of the old mother.

He didn't die, so he came back. Returning with his own sword, perhaps he will put down the sword in his hand and pick up the pen that his mother once wanted him to pick up. It's not because he's scared, afraid of continuing to walk with the sword, and death that will come one day. He was afraid, scared, and suddenly one day, the old mother died, and he didn't have much time with him.

It's because I want to be accompanied. It is because, since he was a child, his mother wanted him to go the most, but he never forcibly asked him to go to school.

She always said that the road ahead is very long, and there are some choices that she has to do and that she really likes. If you like it now, you can do it, and if you don't like it one day, then find something that you can like and continue to do it.

Xu Shu doesn't like that kind of life of a single person and a single sword, no matter how well he does, he can face several, dozens, dozens of enemies, and can save a group of people, but he can't save too much after all. What he wants now is a real 10,000-strong enemy, a 10,000-strong enemy who can truly change everything.

Of course, more important is companionship. Many things can be done many times, and it may never be too late to do them. But some people, gone, are lost forever, and even if they want to do something at that time, it will never be too late.

"Mother, mother, wait for me." A young child, walking on the road with crooked steps, a pair of small hands, as if waiting for a warm embrace.

"Wow." The little boy's feet suddenly stumbled, and the whole person suddenly fell, but because he was wearing a thick little padded jacket, he was not hurt much.

"Mother, mother," he cried, already crying.

The young woman with the basket in front of her heard the sound and quickly stopped, she had not been far from the little boy all along. But in the child's world, this short distance is already a long distance, especially in the difficult, small steps he is taking.

Walking up to her son, the young woman looked at her son's condition and found nothing wrong, and then she was relieved. It's just that when she saw the faintly flashing little eyes with hope, her heart suddenly softened.

"Yun'er is good, Yun'er stands up by herself, mother will take you home later." Comforting Wen Sheng, the young woman crouched down, stretched out her hands, and waited.

Looking at his mother, who was not moving, the little boy was a little stunned, the tip of his nose twitched, and the snot that was already about to hang down was sucked back by him. A pair of small hands, supported on the ground, supporting his body, he stood up with difficulty, his body shook back, and took another step forward, he suddenly lost his balance again and fell down.

"Yikes!" Screaming, the little boy suddenly entered the warm embrace, was picked up high, his eyes closed in fear, he felt the familiar body temperature, opened his eyes, and the frightened scream became pleasantly surprised. It's really a happy thing to be so tall that he can see far away, and he is still in his mother's warm embrace.

He looked behind him, and suddenly his eyes were drawn to a pair of eyes. "Mother, mother." The little boy screamed and twisted his body.

"What's wrong, Yun'er?" The young woman asked.

"Mother, there is an uncle in the back who seems to be crying, ashamed of his face." The little boy said innocently.

The young woman looked back and saw that under the hat, there were crystal tears on the face of the young Xu Shu, flowing with broken threads. He tilted his head as if to prevent tears from falling, but the tears were wantonly dripping wet stains on his face.

"He's probably thinking about it too... Mother, right? I don't know why, but it occurred to the young woman.

In her gaze, Xu Shu, who had not moved for a long time, took a step forward.

After this step, the previous burden and heavy feeling seemed to no longer exist in Xu Shu's body. Because of him, he wants to go home.

(End of chapter)