"How can this be" Jiang Yi was dumbfounded, "Could it be that this person has secretly changed your exam papers, so no one has checked him all the way to the test?"
"Find out who will check Tai Changqing's son" Zhao Bo said with a smile, although these things are sad, but for so many years, it is not as indignant as it was at that time, maybe it was time that smoothed out his anger, maybe it was the impermanence of the world that taught him to know the times as a handsome.
But no matter what, he lost to time, to time, to reality.
It was precisely because of this experience that he used alcohol to kill his sorrows after failing the list, and overheard the person who stole his exam papers and his friends talking about the truth of the matter, and he was angry and vowed never to take the exam again.
What can he do in the exam, he can't always suppress people with backgrounds, officialdom is impermanent, how to protect himself wisely is more important than being the master for the people, he is dead.
"After that, you" Jiang Yi wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.
No one feels comfortable listening to such a thing, but they can't even persuade them.
This society is like this, no matter how angry you are, no matter how angry you are, and then you sigh that the hero has no future, but it is like this, it will not change for you alone, if you can't adapt to it, then you will eventually be abandoned by it.
"After I didn't make the list, I started writing my articles."
Zhao Bo said, "I write those meaningful and unfinished works, but compared to your painting hands, I am not able to support myself."
My mother was so worried that I wouldn't be able to eat even a bite of food after she died.
But I was lamenting the injustice of fate, how could the dark rise of the court be easily affected, I wrote, wrote, wrote, wrote such a thick stack, that was my hard work, but the person who took away my answer sheet was worried that once I succeeded, I would expose that matter, and together with his father's suppression of me all the way, I wrote so much, just like waste paper" Jiang Yi's sigh was so heavy that he had to exert himself to spit out the breath that was blocked in his chest.
"Thirty-three years ago, my mother also died of illness, worse than you, in the winter, I was so poor that I couldn't even do her funeral, wrapped her body in the only mat in the house, and buried her" Speaking of this, Uncle Zhao snatched the bowl of wine in Jiang Yi's hand, raised his head, and drank it all, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, but he didn't know whether he was moved, or the wine was too strong It's just that from that moment on, he closed the pen.
There is no way out for literati without a backstage.
This is a bloody lesson he learned with the first half of his life that he can't look back on.
Yes, if he had known this, why did he take the test for fame back then, and why did he write articles.
If he had known about such a thing, even if he had picked up a burden and walked the streets to sell some groceries, he would have lived a much better life than in those years.
The bet was a so-called dream, and he lost it cleanly.
No matter how good you are.
"Uncle Zhao, when you tell me this, do you also want me to give up" Jiang Yi vaguely heard something.
"Why give up" Zhao Bo said, "Is it time for you to give up Jiangyi, you can't paint anymore, or there is no way to pick up your paintbrush again" It's not, it's not.
"Can't you eat?"
Not really.
"When you can really give up, are you willing, just seal the pen and burn all your hard work and hard work, are you willing?"
"No, I don't."
Jiang Yi said firmly, he was unwilling, very unwilling "Then do it better" Zhao Bo said, "If it's not time to really give up, if it's not time to change in order to survive, then do what you want to do, make it better, do it well, no one will say that it's bad and some people will question it, that is, you are not good enough, wait until one day, you are good enough, no matter what you do, they will believe in you" "Uncle Zhao" thought that Uncle Zhao wanted to persuade him to give up, but he didn't want to do it today, but Uncle Zhao was determined to continue to walk, he was shaken, before this, he himself thought about whether to give up, but now, he has confidence again, he wants to paint again.
"Jiangyi, life is so long, if you can't do better, even the people you like for what you like don't dare to try hard, even if you live to be a hundred years old, your health is mediocre and uneventful, what about this life, do you live happily When you think back to all the roads you have traveled in this life, only if you don't regret it, you can do what you want to do responsibly, do it better, even if I am not there in the future, when you go to see me, remember to tell me, how much you have no regrets."
"Uncle Zhao, you, you" Jiang Yi looked at the tears that slipped from the corners of Uncle Zhao's eyes, and his heart was suddenly full of emotion.
Why can't you try again before you have to give up?
Doing what you like is far more rewarding than trying to live but doing what you don't like.
Life in the world, said to be no more than 180 years, short is only fleeting, if to death, everyone's life is the same, play when you are young, then get married, do things, have children, raise a family, and then grow old, watching your children are exactly the same as imitating yourself to live.
Is that kind of life enjoyable?
He likes Jiang Yi very much.
There is a tenacity, which makes people feel distressed, but also admired.
The world is difficult, but he can still live his true nature and live as a gentleman, this is his charm.
When Jiang Yi left the wine shop, he had already carried Zhao Bo, who was drunk and sleeping on the table, into his room, covered Zhao Bo, and cleaned up the messy table in the wine shop before closing the door and leaving.
Along the way, I was worried Perhaps, because of the things he knew today, those things that he might never have thought of in his life if he hadn't been told by Uncle Zhao himself, he returned home, entered the courtyard, turned around and closed the door.
"Childe."
Jiang Yi was startled and hurried back to his senses.
Xiaoyu stood in front of him with an umbrella, still covering her face.
"Did you scare Childe?"
"No, it's not" Jiang Yi was a little embarrassed, "It's just that I was thinking about things just now and didn't notice the girl."
That's why I'm out of shape for a while, and I ask the girl not to mind."
"Why does Childe call me girl, my name is Xiaoyu, Childe can call me by name."
Xiaoyu's paper umbrella was just right, and Jiang Yi could only see the corners of her mouth moving, but he couldn't see anything else at all.
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"Girl's name, how dare Jiang call it directly."
Jiang Yi said, "Girl, it's not too early, rest early, then Jiang Mou, go back to rest first."
"Childe" Xiaoyu hurriedly stopped him.
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