If that sissy appears in front of him again, he will definitely beat him up, and then say "Hello", forget it, or don't say it, "I'm angry," Zheng Jing angrily threw the textbook on the desk, and the glasses female teacher who had a good relationship with Zheng Jing saw this, and quickly poured a glass of water for Zheng Jing, "Teacher Zheng, who is angry, is it that Wang Yong again," "It's not him, but it can't get out of him," Zheng Jing replied angrily, "If you want me to say, there's really nothing to be angry about, Do you still remember the Buddha sentence I told you before, the former Hanshan asked to pick up and said: the world slanders me, deceives me, insults me, laughs at me, despises me, despises me, hates me, deceives me, how to deal with it, picks up the clouds: just endure him, let him, by him, avoid him, endure him, respect him, ignore him, stay for a few more years and look at him, like Wang Yong, you let him jump, the grasshopper after the autumn can jump for a few days, and when the solar term is not over, there is still a week to pass the exam, and then it is when he cries, There's no need to be angry with him now," the glasses female teacher persuaded, Zheng Jing immediately laughed when she heard this, and seeing that there was no one else in the office, she secretly stretched out her hand and pinched the female teacher's face, "Or will you be considerate, are you free this weekend?"
"I hate it, what do you say," the female teacher's face turned crimson, lowered her head, and Zheng Jing laughed, but this scene happened to fall into the eyes of Ye Xuantong who had just walked into the office, but Ye Xuantong was not a little broken, and he didn't say anything, and no one knew about the matter of Zheng Jing and the two of them in the whole office, so he didn't bother to say itSeeing Ye Xuantong coming in, Zheng Jing and the two hurriedly separated, pretending that nothing had happened, Zheng Jing also took the initiative to talk to Ye Xuantong: "Teacher Ye, how is the object you were introduced to at home, if you want me to say, you might as well find one in our Tiantai, although Yanjing is big, but it is not easy to live, not to mention anything else, just the house price, we are not enough to buy a floor tile for a month as a little teacher, Tiantai is much better, as long as you are willing to work hard, There will definitely be a chance to sit in my position in the future," Ye Xuantong was silent, just smiled, if Zheng Jing knew Ye Xuantong's family background, he would definitely be ashamed of his words, just at this time, after Wang Yong sent Teacher Bai, he also walked into the office, and when he saw Ye Xuantong's appearance, Wang Yong couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "What, the girl is too ugly, she really can't talk about it," Ye Xuantong glanced at Wang Yong and said: "After looking at the photo, ugly is not ugly, but I don't like the arrogant look on my face, I chatted with her for less than two days, and I found that I couldn't talk at all, the whole thing was a pampered princess, who didn't look at people properly, and said that if it wasn't for her parents, she wouldn't even look at people like me, and I was so angry at the time, even if I didn't have any interest, my surname was Ye, is it really him," the gentle and elegant Ye Xuantong couldn't help but swear a swear word, which shows how unreliable the blind date is, Wang Yong understands and is afraid to pat Ye Xuantong on the shoulder, expressing sympathy, Ye Xuantong is the concubine of a big family in this situation, There is no way to compare with his sister-in-law, even if he does not agree to this marriage, I am afraid that the Ye family will force him to agree, and I am afraid that Wang Yong will be against the sky a long time ago, but it is a pity that Ye Xuantong's character is too similar to his name, Taoguang is obscure, and he is stunned that there is no resistance at all, and he ran away from home to become a teacher in Tiantai, which is already the biggest struggle in his life, "I just shared a song with the students, oneansurage, the courage of a person, I think it is quite suitable for you, I have time to listen to it," Wang Yong threw down this sentence and left, This week, his classes have all been completed, and if there is another class, it will be next Tuesday, and there are four days apart, and the task of urging students in these four days can only be handed over to Su Yan, which also includes a language quiz, which is also included in the results of the battle medal list, in addition, Wang Yong did not explain anything to Su Yan, and he did not confess, it was a kind of confession, on the bus to Qingwen, Wang Yong was holding his chin and looking at the scenery passing by the window, a grass and a tree, a car and a road, all of which evoked Wang Yong's memories, Qingwen Town is where the old house of the Wang family is located, This is an ancient town that existed since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, at that time it was the junction of Qi and Lu, because the land of this town was unusually fertile, so it became a place where the two countries repeatedly competed, the Eastern Zhou Dynasty Chronicles, Zuo Chuan, Spring and Autumn and other books have many references to the war between the two countries for this region, "since ancient times, Qilu must fight for Qingwentian", is a description of that period of history, in fact, Wang Yong really stayed in the old house for a short time, since he was born with his parents moved to the county seat, grandfather because of fame, Also more activities in the provincial capital, there was a yard specially approved by the relevant departments in Tiantai City for the grandfather, but unfortunately with the death of the grandfather, the yard was also taken back, otherwise Wang Yong would not have died begging for Bai Lai's Lai Shang Anran, "Qingwen's, twenty yuan, hurry up and get in the car, this point is this car, no matter how late it is, even this car is gone, you may not be willing to pull you when you call the taxi family for two hundred," Wang Yong got off the car when he got off the car in the county, and there was a short-distance passenger car running to the township to solicit business, which was nearly twice as expensive as usual, black, but there was no way, Because he is telling the truth, this point is indeed only this car, after missing it, you will either wait for tomorrow and then go, or take a taxi, but a few years ago because of the robbery and murder of the taxi driver, now few drivers dare to run to the countryside at night, even if there are two bold, the asking price is also high, find out twenty yuan, Wang Yong did not hesitate to get into the car directly, and finally waited for the car to start, but it was stop-and-go, but whenever he saw a person suspected of being a passenger on the road, the driver would stop and say hello, so delayed, Waiting to Qingwen is already nearly ten o'clock, Wang Yong got out of the car and looked at the somewhat unfamiliar small village, too long to come back, the road can't be remembered, when the grandfather buried Wang Yong to help the coffin, or the village people led the way, Wang Yong just cried and knelt, accompanied the grandfather to walk the last few miles, fortunately, Wang Yong went the right way, found the old house that has not been inhabited for a long time, the countryside at this point is basically asleep, only the lonely telephone pole at the mouth of the alley has a dim light flickering, so that Wang Yong can vaguely see the mottled old house gate, Hand on the door that is full of patina knocker, Wang Yong did not move, this gate is older than Wang Yong, time has left many traces on it, the couplet on both sides of the door is still written by the grandfather when he was alive, now there is no color, only a piece of gray and white, a few big characters on the couplet do not know whether it was blown away by the wind, or people tore it off, only the word "people" remained, showing the grandfather's vigorous pen power, Wang Yong took a deep breath, it seems that the wanderer who is timid in his hometown has not dared to go in for a long time, boom, The door was pushed out by Wang Yong for a while, especially loud in the quiet alley, and suddenly provoked the neighbor's voice and the dog barked slowly, as if showing off that it had found a bad person, squeak, and suddenly the door of the neighbor's house opened, and an old man walked out, the old man took a flashlight to Wang Yong, and muttered: "Who, that family has long been gone, and there is no valuable anything at home, the yard is full of weeds, except for snakes, insects, rats and ants, there is nothing else to go in, let's go, there is no oil and water," but Wang Yong was regarded as a thief, Wang Yong hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Grandpa Xia, it's me, Wang Yong," the old man was obviously stunned for a moment, and then came up and looked at it for a while, and then said with some surprise: "It's really the grandson of the Wang family, why did you come back at this time," "Well, there's something wrong," Wang Yong replied vaguely, and Grandpa Xia didn't ask much, just walked to his yard and found a key, and said while walking towards Wang Yong's old house: "Don't bring the key, it's okay, I have it, I have it, the yard has been clean, it's clean, it was a lie to the bad guy just now, hey, I've known your grandfather in my life such a scholar, now that he's gone, I can't help him take care of it, maybe he'll come back one day to see it," Wang Yong's grandfather lived in seclusion in Qingwen for two years, never revealed his identity to anyone, in the eyes of these villagers, Wang Yong's grandfather is a scholar who can write big characters, this alone makes the villagers admire, every Spring Festival someone will take eggs, pancakes to ask Wang Yong's grandfather to write a couplet, and then Xi Zizi posted home, but they don't know, Outside, Wang Hongjin's word is enough for them to harvest crops for several years, Grandpa Xia learned that Suosuo opened the door, pushed it open, and could clearly see the clean courtyard under the light of the flashlight, the old grape trellis at the door was full of small green grapes, blown by the wind, like jade beads sprinkled into the galaxy, "Grandson of the Wang family, there is rain tonight, or go to my house to deal with it for a night, your house has not been lived in for too long, it is too tide," Grandpa Xia said to Wang Yong, Wang Yong walked into the hall, there was indeed a musty smell in the air, but this is nothing to him, I slept in the quagmire when I was on the mission, and I still cared about such a little difficulty, "Thank you, Grandpa Xia, I'll just sleep at home, it's good," Wang Yong especially emphasized the family word, and Grandpa Xia didn't insist, "Wait until I get you two candles, no one in your family pays the electricity bill, and the power has been out for a long time," Grandpa Xia said, turned around and went out to get the candles, and after a while, along with the candles, there were a few hard-boiled eggs, but he was afraid that Wang Yong would be hungry, Wang Yong thanked Grandpa Xia, and put the eggs on the table of the eight immortals in the hall, I don't know what year the Eight Immortals table, the paint has already peeled, revealing the purple wood inside, the egg is knocked on it, making a dull sound, like the sigh of this old house, Wang Yong seems to see his military service in the past few years, grandpa sat alone in the house to watch the scene of the sky, grandpa often said "forty is not confused, fifty knows the destiny of heaven" that is the realm of the saint, regret that he has lived most of his life has not been able to live a "not confused", in the old house in the past few years, his old man should have not been confused, moved out of a small Maza, Wang Yong sat at the door of the hall like this, quietly looking at the night sky in the courtyard, there was really rain, a cloud like a hook in the sky was floating, pressed very low, and the moonlight that should have been there was not blocked, and a faint wind circle was faintly visible in the distance, as if the sky had been blown open with a wormhole, "The sky hooks the clouds, the rain is drenched underground, the Wang family boy, I'm gone, people can't stay up when they're old, they're very tired, you go to bed early," Grandpa Xia said, slowly disappearing at the gate, Wang Yong sent Grandpa Xia away, and covered the door with his hand, Standing under the green grape trellis, suddenly felt a little sad in his heart, did not go back to the old house I don't know, this time, Wang Yong suddenly remembered that he had no relatives in this world, his grandfather left, but his parents left earlier, Wang Yong only vaguely remembered the situation when his mother hugged himself to ask for red envelopes when he was a child, and when he was older, he was more sensible, but it was difficult to see his mother all the year round, Wang Yong's parents were engaged in field exploration work, and the particularity of the work made them have to run around for many years.
It is difficult for Wang Yong to enjoy the same fatherly and maternal love as other children, and the education work from childhood to adulthood is basically replaced by his grandfather, and it is precisely because of Wang Hongjin that Wang Yong's parents are willing to leave their children to go out to work, and when Wang Yong was eleven years old, Wang Yong's parents' unit suddenly came with a bad news, saying that Wang Yong's parents were in distress in the exploration work, and both fell off the cliff.
But the language is unknown, Wang Hongjin tried to find the relevant units for an explanation many times, but in vain, the only effective information finally obtained is that Wang Yong's parents were in charge of the project is a national-level confidential project, and no one has the right to check it, since then, the ancestral hall of the Wang family is offered every year, and there are two more tablets, "Providence is like a knife, life is like grass, God will cut off how many grass mustard lives with a knife," Wang Yong sighed leisurely, the knife of providence is coming, and who can dodge, but now it is Wang Yong's turn, Wang Yong can not withstand this head knife, but it is difficult to say, the dim candlelight jumped, Wang Yong picked up the candle, walked into the ancestral hall of the inner room, there are more than ten tablets in it, Wang Yong can not remember this is from the first generation of ancestors down, but no matter how it changes, the top Wang Shouren three words will not change, that is the root of the Wang family, that is also the pride of the Wang family, look at the side of the two knife paper and a handful of incense, Wang Yong walked over to pick it up, opened it and lit it by the candle, and then knelt heavily in front of the ancestral hall, solemnly as when he enlisted in the army and swore an oath," Wang Yong, the descendant of the Wang family, came to kneel down and worship the ancestors, "Dong Dong Dong, ten heads, there is no void, all of them are solid and solid on the blue brick ground, leaving a thin layer of brick foam, the two knives of paper burned extraordinarily vigorously, as soon as the wind blows in, it suddenly jumps up and down, and the jumping tongue of fire seems to be saying something to Wang Yong, looking at the ancestral tablets of the past dynasties through the clear firelight, Wang Yong seems to see a heroic spirit smiling at him behind the firelight, and the top Wang Yangming tablet, there seems to be a great Confucian who stands with his hands in his hands.
There is a sword hanging from his waist, high crown and green clothes, his face is as cold as a cold, as if he drew the sword, there are millions of iron horses rushing in, from ancient times to the present, qualified to be called holy, and not only limited to "Wenzhi", just such a person, he is really a scholar who has achieved Wenzhi martial arts, inner and outer kings, uproar, the ancestral hall suddenly sounded a sound of turning pages, Wang Yong woke up from the fog, looked sideways, but it was a thin ancient book, Wang Yong took a strange look, but it was a biography that I don't know who copied, This is Wang Yangming's masterpiece, this book records his quotations and essays on the study of letters, the origin of the word biography comes from the Analects in the transmission of not accustomed to a word, the first thing to study the previous generations of mental researchers, is this biography, Wang Yong opened it casually, the title page wrote a sentence, "The end of the Ming Dynasty, Wenchen with military victory, not as good as the benevolent also, when the danger is in doubt, the gods are more and more certain, wisdom is exhausted, although by the high talent, it also has to be in the middle," this is the Ming history Wang Shouren's biography of Wang Yangming's evaluation, highly praised Wang Yangming's literary and martial achievements, and even gave the way of Wenchen to use soldiers, no one before or after the evaluation, but, this copy of the booklet seems to be different, under this paragraph, there are three words, I don't agree, the words are like swords, piercing the back of the paper, who, who is not convinced, since they are not convinced, why do they leave such a booklet in the Wang ancestral hall, and then turn over, but it is the original text of the whole article copied, still sharp strokes, like a forest of swords, guns, swords, halberds, if you look at it for a long time, your eyes will be hurt by this sharp thorn, and the words are written to such an extent, The person who copied this booklet is also a generation, but how could he disagree with Wang Yangming, what is the story in between, Wang Yong is puzzled, a booklet is turned over, and when it comes to the last page, Wang Yong's eyes suddenly jumped, and he was shocked by a few words on the last page and sat down on the ground, "Look up at the sky, there is no one like me," domineering, arrogant, rigid and wild, no one in his eyes All kinds of words can not describe Wang Yong's feelings, Wang Yong only felt that these ten words were even more fierce than the awe-inspiring sword intent that burst out of the entire booklet, almost to the point where people were frightened when they saw the words, "How can there be such a person, who is he," Wang Yong picked up the pamphlet that fell on the ground, his heart fluttered and beat non-stop, that kind of domineering momentum was too powerful, whether it was the meaning of the poem or the handwriting, it was not bound by the paper, conveying the meaning of oppression, even Wang Yong, a person who was accustomed to blood, could hardly resist the awe-inspiring killing intent, Before Wang Yong said that the will of heaven is like a knife, but now he really feels the will of heaven like a knife, the owner of this booklet is the will of heaven, the jingle bell suddenly rang at this time, but it was Wang Yong's mobile phone, Wang Yong wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, touched the mobile phone, a gust of wind blew, Wang Yong could even feel the clammy feeling on his back, that was the consequence of sweating through the single clothes, the same as getting rid of the hot potato, Wang Yong put the booklet back on the altar, and then fled away from the ancestral hall, the phone was Yin Xia, Wang Yong was puzzled to connect the phone, I don't know what Yin Xia is looking for him, "Mr.
Wang, haven't you slept, I'm sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night, I really don't know how to say it" Yin Xia seemed to be quite annoyed in his words, "What's wrong," Wang Yong asked with some curiosity, "That's the case, the company wants me to write a few more songs, and take the opportunity to release a record to try the market, but I wrote a song today, and I can't find the right words to fill in, that feeling, Mr.
Wang, do you understand, it's very painful, I'm afraid of delaying the company's production plan, so I thought of you, I want you to help me write a poem," "But I don't know much about music," "It's okay, just like you said last time, poetry is music, I'll put it on you to listen, you fill it in according to the song," Yin Xia said, "That's okay," Wang Yong reluctantly agreed, and then there was a burst of music in the phone receiver, even after the rough treatment of the radio waves, the rhythm at the beginning still made Wang Yong stunned, and the beginning was a big pipa clanging sound, like a line of heaven and earth sound that suddenly rose to the sky from the bottom of the lake, Slowly, slowly, suddenly accelerated, the timbre also began to change, pipa, drums and other musical instruments simulated the battlefield war drums, followed by the sound of the horn of the slaughter, Wang Yong seemed to see the soldiers in the queue are rushing to the enemy like a tide, the war horse with a low elephant trunk is making preparations before sprinting, the snow is as bright as frost swords and guns, the sky-high killing intent rises from the camp of the two armies, piercing the dome, Zheng, and another pipa, the scene is magnificent, and the use of the pipa string twisting technique depicts the tragic battle scene in an instant, The sound of people turning over on their backs, the sound of swords and guns, the sound of blood spraying, and the shouts of soldiers, all conveyed between the notes, thrilling, breathtaking, the impassioned song lasted for a long time, and finally gradually faded away, a whimpering flute sound from the moonlight tide brought people back to reality, as if a blood-stained general was looking at the field, there was both tragic and firm in his eyes, the spear was raised, the flag hunting, a man and a horse disappeared in the autumn wind, and at the end of the song, Wang Yong still lingered in his mind with an ancient word:" But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death," "Teacher Wang, Teacher Wang," on the other end of the phone, Yin Xia's worried voice came, she thought that Wang Yong felt bad and stopped speaking, "Ah, I'm here," Wang Yong hurriedly replied, "Yin Xia, this song is very good, I took it, I promise to give you a perfect lyrics," "Great, thank you Teacher Wang, I'm going to record a song, goodbye," someone on the other end urged Yin Xia, Yin Xia hurriedly hung up the phone, and Wang Yong held the phone, It seems that he is still immersed in the magnificent and fierce song, and he can't extricate himself for a long time, click, a flash of lightning suddenly crosses the night sky, and the purple electric fire winds and circles in the air, exploding on the roof, boom, the raindrops of beans come in an instant, the smashed green tiles jingle, and the wind and rain hit without warning, just like the murderous machine that invades like fire in the song, Wang Yong looked out of the window, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and jumped out of the window, he seemed to understand the killing intent in the booklet, also seemed to hear the Zheng Zheng knife soldiers in Yin Xia's song, pop, snap, snap, Wang Yong was like a drunk drunk, ignoring the majestic rain, casually punching and kicking in the rain, the raindrops splashed on him, shattered into a petal, wet his clothes, and Wang Yong's moves in his hands were not affected, such as a knife and gun, sharply piercing the heavy rain curtain, pointing straight to the sky, and a song followed, "Kankan Vartan, Ningzhi River Dry, Wang Yuxingshi, repair my Ge boat This is a ballad in the Book of Poetry, it uses a few words to let us know that the will of heaven is like a knife."
Life is sloppy, if you don't want to destroy your eyebrows, you have to bend over and the wind is like a knife, life is grass, the wind blows the grass and the grass is low, who sneered at me once dreamed of the ends of the world, I also sold the sword for a knife, but there are always people who have been singing, the song that has been circulated for thousands of years is for whom to cut down the sandal, for whom to repair the ship, how can it be said that there is no clothes, and the son wears a knife in his mouth, cuts the ballad for thousands of years, a knife erases the will of heaven like a knife, human life is like grass, it is grass mustard, it is grass mustard, and why is it afraid of the wildfire."