The snow stopped after midnight, and when the sun fell in the morning, the thin snow on the streets had already begun to melt. The closed sign in the tavern was also taken down.
Gu Nan wiped the bar counter, not wearing the waiter's clothes, which was rare, but an ordinary turtleneck sweater with a down jacket.
She doesn't actually think it's cold in winter, but if she goes out wearing only a shirt in this weather, it will inevitably be a bit eye-catching.
She was going to leave after wiping the bar and wine glasses. As for luggage, she only had a long box with her.
"Lingling." The door of the tavern was pushed open, and Gu Nan looked over. It was indeed rare for guests to come at this time.
A person walked in with a tired body. Gu Nan knew this person. He was the middle-aged policeman who had been drinking here a while ago.
The middle-aged man took off his coat, went to the bar and saw Gu Nan's appearance, he was stunned for a moment, then looked back outside the door and asked.
"Is it open now?"
After all, Gu Nan is dressed to go out.
"What do you want?" Gu Nan didn't say that she was about to leave, but greeted her as usual.
The business here is not good, if she drives out the door-to-door business again, the old woman who is the owner of the tavern will probably be so angry that she will be dismissed.
"Huh." Knowing that it was still open, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, pulled the tie around his neck, hung his clothes on the back of the chair in front of the bar, and sat down.
"Same old style, beer with ice."
Drinking ice in this weather is indeed a bit unbearable, and he is not a young man anymore, but he really needs to refresh himself now.
Last night was New Year's Eve, and I was supposed to go home to spend time with my wife and children, but it happened that a case was closing in, so I had to work outside all night, and the matter was not settled until early morning.
It's not easy for him to go home now, and he doesn't go back for the New Year's Eve. If he goes back now, he will be killed by the family, so it's better to go outside first and then go back.
"Your wine." Gu Nan poured the wine and pushed it in front of the middle-aged man.
"Thank you." The middle-aged man thanked and took a sip. The cold drink was a little hard to swallow, but it also made him feel better. Looking at Gu Nan at the bar, he asked casually.
"Aren't you going back after Chinese New Year?"
Gu Nan glanced at him without explaining anything, just said.
"Aren't you the same."
"Hey." The middle-aged man sighed and nodded while holding the wine glass: "Yes, the same."
Life is hard work.
After taking another two sips of mulled wine, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket, fiddled with it a few times, and a girl appeared on the screen.
It was a video of a girl playing a piano, not a piano but a guqin. The rhythm of the piano sound is urgent, passionate, with a sense of arrogance.
It is rare to see this kind of spear-fighting atmosphere in Guqin music, so this piece can always be recognized by people.
"Guangling San?" Gu Nan, who was standing at the bar, asked as if he was attracted by the sound of the piano.
"Yes." The middle-aged man smiled and pointed to the girl in the video, just like every father showing off his child's achievements, said quite proudly.
"My daughter is a music student."
But as he said that, there was some apology in his eyes. He originally agreed to celebrate the New Year together this year, but he didn't go back.
This Guangling San was his daughter's favorite song, and he suddenly remembered what his daughter had told him.
It happened that there was nothing to talk about, so I turned around and asked Gu Nan.
"Do you know who the author of Guangling San is?"
Gu Nan wiped the bar, hesitated for a moment: "Ji Kang?"
She remembered that the person seemed to be called by this name, and she had heard it mentioned several times.
The middle-aged man smiled and waved his fingers, as if he said very understandingly.
"It's not Ji Kang. The Guangling song has been circulated for a long time, and it is impossible to verify who the author is. However, there are rumors that Ji Kang skipped class from the school one day and went out to play. He met an ancient man, and it was the ancient man who taught him. This song."
In fact, he didn't even know who Ji Kang was. His daughter told him these things.
The middle-aged man leaned back on the chair, shaking the glass in his hand, the ice cubes sank and floated in the pale yellow beer.
"Finally, Ji Kang did not forget to play the Guangling San one last time before he died, and the song was never heard."
All these he copied his daughter's words, he was talking about Ji Kang, but actually he was thinking about his daughter in his heart.
Gu Nan had finished wiping the counter, and when he heard the middle-aged man talking to himself, he laughed to himself.
This song is played really well.
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The early years of the Great Wei Dynasty.
"sand."
The fallen leaves on the ground were trampled down, making a soft sound, and a young man walked in the mountains.
This young man was wearing a plain robe, judging from the style of the robe, he should be a student of Chinese studies. Perhaps it should be said that he is worthy of being a student of Chinese studies, with a graceful demeanor, and wearing this plain robe really has an otherworldly feeling.
He has a handsome face and a simple bun tied on his head. With a slight smile on his face, he was very comfortable walking among the mountains and watching the gurgling stream.
His name is Ji Kang, he was just a young man, and he was admitted to the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies that many scholars dream of. It can be said that he is in his prime.
But after arriving at Chinese studies, he never went to class, and spent most of his time in the countryside or in the library of the school.
The friend was puzzled and asked him why. He always said that he didn't intend to study, he just didn't intend to become an official.
The name of Guoxue is Baijia, which means to summarize and inherit the theories of hundreds of schools. Therefore, there are hundreds of stone statues of famous scholars in various places in Guoxue.
Confucianism, Mohism, Legalism, and Taoism all have Confucius, who travels far away with his hands behind his back, and Laozi who rides a green bull out of the mountain. However, Ji Kang always pays attention to one, and the one in front of the school gate is not considered the tall one.
The statue was well carved, she stood in front of the mountain gate with a cane, the bamboo hat on top of her head was raised slightly, her eyes were far away, as if she was looking at a long road in the distance. There are countless books in the book box behind her, some of which weigh heavily on her shoulders.
She is like a living person, with long hair hanging behind her back, and even the hem of her stone-carved clothes seems to be automatic without wind.
In his view, the real life and study path that people yearn for should be to walk through thousands of mountains and rivers and memorize thousands of books, just like this person in front of the mountain gate.
So he would often stop in front of the stone statue, and sometimes talk to himself to the stone statue.
Ji Kang is always indifferent and desireless, so he gives people a feeling of being out of the world. About him, there is a joke among his friends.
Once he made tea with others to enjoy the scenery in the mountains and forests, and when he was satisfied, he forgot to go home.
Until the sunset on the west mountain, a woodcutter passed by. When the woodcutter saw him, he was so shocked that he thought he had seen a fairy.
After this interesting story was passed on by the people who played with him, he got a nickname, Ji Xian.
Of course, this is just a joke.
"Tick tock."
Ji Kang, who was walking on the mountain road, raised his head, the sky was gray and it started to rain lightly.
He sighed helplessly: "God is not beautiful."
And then, he smiled again, looking for a place to hide from the rain, it was just right to enjoy the rain scene.
Thinking, the people on the mountain road continued to walk towards the mountain.
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