The front yard is not big, but even such a small space still gives people a somewhat empty feeling. I didn't see anyone along the way, and I didn't even see any decorations when I passed through the front of the hall.
The only things along the way are the flowers and plants planted on both sides of the road, and a table in the hall.
These flowers and plants are well-raised. Kong Rong passed by the flower garden, and even though it was winter, one or two flowers were still blooming.
In the season when most of the flowers are dying, it is always more exciting for one or two flowers to still be in full bloom.
As Kong Rong was walking, he casually reached out his hand to touch it, but was stopped by a voice.
"Master likes these flowers and plants very much, don't touch them."
The person who spoke was the little girl who was leading the way in front of him. She was not very old and had a sword on her waist. It was very likely that she would see someone's girl wearing a sword.
She was also wearing a long gown, and she didn't look like a daughter's family at all, but she was quite elegant.
"Hehe." Kong Rong withdrew his hand, looked at the flower and then at the girl, and said warmly.
"I was rude, don't blame the little girl."
Talking and looking at the mansion, the decoration is simple, not even a servant, but there is a pleasant feeling.
Is it really a place where strange people live
He put his hand on the book in his arms and patted it solemnly.
Although there were many twists and turns in the process, he must thank this gentleman well today.
For a while, I felt a little more expectation, what would such a strange person look like
Kong Rong, led by the little girl, walked through the front yard and finally stopped in front of a courtyard gate.
The little girl stopped and looked back at Kong Rong, as if she had something to say.
Kong Rong asked suspiciously, "Little girl, what's wrong?"
"My master always wears a bamboo hat." The little girl said standing in front of the door.
"After you go in, sir, can you not mention her appearance?"
Although the little girl's words were a little less polite, she could hear that there was no malice.
Kong Rong was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a look of understanding.
Probably there is something unspeakable, but.
It's just a skin, and he doesn't care much about it. With a beautiful mind, so what if the appearance is not good
"Thank you for reminding me, little girl, I remember it, and I won't mention it."
The little girl standing in front of the courtyard stepped aside and let Kong Rong walk in.
The first thing you see after entering the hospital is a tree that is not considered tall in the center.
Under the tree, a gentleman wearing a bamboo hat is playing with a piece of wood. There are still many piles of wood around him, and it is impossible to see what the purpose of those wood is.
He was a little thin and thin, and he couldn't see clearly with his head down, but Kong Rong recognized at a glance that this was the person he saw in front of the school.
Seeing someone coming in, Gu Nan put down the wooden block in his hand and stood up from the table.
She took a look at the person who followed them all the way just now, he looked like a scribe, but she couldn't remember if she knew him.
"I wonder if this gentleman is looking for me?"
Not knowing what the other party was doing here, Gu Nan asked first.
If she just found the wrong door, she can also point out the way. She still knows a little about the neighbors nearby.
But since he followed all the way, it shouldn't be the wrong door.
The scribe standing opposite saw her and stopped.
Before Gu Nan could react, the scribe stretched out his hand, patted his sleeve, and put it around his body.
With a solemn expression, he lowered his head and bowed until his waist: "Kong Rong, Kong Wenju, I am here today to thank Mr. Guo for donating the book."
It is often said that scholars are angry and would rather bend than bend.
But sometimes, it is not discouraged to bend down.
Only then did Gu Nan know who this middle-aged Wen Sheng was. Kong Rong was actually younger than she had imagined, and she thought he would look like an old pedant.
"It turned out to be Mr. Kong." Although Gu Nan didn't know how he found him, he probably understood the situation.
"Qi'er, go and boil a pot of tea."
"Mr. Kong, there's no need to be like this, just sit down." He said and stretched out his hand towards the table.
"Courtesy must not be missed." Kong Rong straightened up and smiled rather heavily.
"The legacy of the ancestors should never be lost. Now that it is bestowed by the husband and can be completed, Kong Rong will not regret it for the rest of his life."
He understands that he is not talented enough, and it will be difficult to write any books that can teach future generations in his life.
Being able to complete the six classics is really enough for him to be lucky for a lifetime.
"Me too, it's just a gift from others." Gu Nan paused while speaking, and the music book reminded her of some past events.
But for her, the past should be the last thing to recall, because she already has too many past events, and if she has to recall them all, she doesn't know how long it will take.
In the book box alone, each book has some past events entrusted to it. All she could do was not think about it.
There was no couch in front of the table, Gu Nan himself sat on the floor.
"It's a bit crude, sir, don't joke."
"Here is the master, here is the book, why is it so simple?" Kong Rong sat down with a smile.
"Mr. Kong is very funny."
Gu Nan smiled. This is an interesting statement. If she remembers correctly, the next person who makes such a statement will write a humble room inscription, and it will be hundreds of years later.
Kong Rong looked at the person in front of him, and remembered the lecture he heard outside the side courtyard of Cao's residence.
Although the other party was wearing a bamboo hat, he had a feeling of meeting a confidant and hating seeing it late.
It feels like there are so many things I want to say, the pain of being unsuccessful for many years, I want to say so much that I don’t know how to say it when it comes to my mouth.
In the end, he just looked at Gu Nan with burning eyes.
Gu Nan was watched for a long time, but he didn't see Kong Rong talking, so he moved his shoulders unnaturally: "Mr. Kong, if you have something to say, just say it."
With a wry smile in my heart, what are you doing staring at me like that
"Yes, I made you laugh." Kong Rong put his hands on the table and took a deep breath.
"Today, when I went to the Cao Mansion to discuss matters, I passed by the side courtyard. Please don't blame me, sir. At that time, I just listened to some lectures."
It turns out that this is the case, Gu Nan has finally sorted out the whole story.
"In class, I once heard my husband say that he wants to build a school where people from all over the world can study. Kong Rong wanted to ask him. Are these words just a joke?"
After speaking, he looked at Gu Nan.
If Gu Nan said it was just a joke, he would not know how to deal with himself. In this world, it is very painful to have a big dream in mind.
It requires boldness and determination, but it is almost impossible to achieve.
He also knows that this kind of thing may be just a lifelong expectation, but he still can't help but want to imagine what the world will be like at that time.
No more poverty and loneliness, no more nowhere to devote yourself to, no more collapse of ritual and music.
Take the gentleman as the teaching of virtue, do not pick up lost things on the road, and do not close the door at night. Taking doctorate as the teaching of knowledge, teaching widely, teaching without discrimination.
At that time, the world studied and studied, and everyone performed their duties, pushing to a world of prosperity. What the world will look like, it will be the most magnificent chapter in history.
It is the imagination of such a world that makes him do his best.
He looked at Gu Nan vaguely until he saw Gu Nan shook his head slightly: "How could it be a joke?"
Kong Rong's hand was slowly clenched. At this moment, he wanted to look up to the sky and smile, but he just showed a sad smile.
He himself can't explain how complicated his mood is at this moment, he finally has a confidant, but he understands the feeling of hopelessness in this life.
"Kong Rong also wished for this."
There was a sense of powerlessness in his voice.
"I heard the bet between my husband and my students. How many books do people in the world read? I have calculated that I can copy one book in six days, five books in one month, and one year. Sixty copies, 100 years is 6,000 copies. Enough for the people of a town, but far from enough for the people of the world."
Kong Rong lowered his head and looked at the table: "Mr. must lose the bet."
In fact, he really didn't want the number of people in front of him. He hoped that God would help to conjure up those thousands of books, but he also knew that this was impossible.
"How does Mr. Kong know that I am going to lose?"
Gu Nan said suddenly, Kong Rong was stunned by these words.
The corner of his mouth under the bamboo hat hooked, and he picked up a few wooden blocks from his side.
"Let's see, sir."
The wooden block was placed on the table, and Kong Rong could see the shape of the wooden block clearly. Each piece is a small square with a word engraved on it.
Gu Nan arranged the wood in a row, and the individual words formed a sentence.
There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which shelters the poor and the poor all over the world. Unmoved by wind and rain, it is as safe as a mountain.
Woohoo, when I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, it will be enough for my hut to be broken and frozen to death.
"Mr. Kong said, if you use this method to print books, can you get those tens of millions of books?"
The leaf shadows under the trees are shaking, and the light is dappled.
"This..." The middle-aged scribe stared blankly at the block, unable to speak, with his hands on the block, his eyes gradually clouded.
The words composed of wooden blocks seemed to have said all he wanted to say.
His eyes were blurred, as if he saw a mountain of books higher than the sky, a mountain that could realize his lifelong ambition, piercing through the clouds and standing high in the sky.