Year after year, year after year.
In a flash, it was another ten years.
Su Dao left his old age three years ago. When he left, it was in the winter of that year. He was struggling and wanted to live through that winter and live a few more months. Catkins of the year.
It’s just that his thoughts can clearly understand the world, but his body can’t change the alternation of life and death. The winter was thick that year, and snow was dancing all over the city, and the rivers of Sioux City became thin. After the ice, he looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, like eternity.
Pushing the wooden chair he was on, Wang Lin walked on the streets of Su City. Wang Lin, who was already close to Lent, was full of stability and vicissitudes. Wearing a white gown, he walked silently pushing Su Dao.
The winter of this year was extremely cold, and the falling snowflakes were blown by the cold wind and fell on the two of them. In the early morning, the bells of the Sushan Temple in the distance rose slowly, and under the sound of that dong dong, people's souls can be washed a lot.
"Lin'er, I'm leaving as a teacher... As a teacher, I have no heirs in my life. Your three brothers have inherited a lot of my principles, but you are the only one who has a similar mindset to me...
I know that in the theory of causality, you have already understood something. Although it is still hazy, you will understand it after all. What you want to pursue is not just cause and effect.
This mansion has given you off for the teacher. "Su Dao's voice was weak, mixed in the wind, and fell into Wang Lin's ears. Wang Lin was silent, with sadness in his eyes.
Su Dao has been with him for seventeen years. In these seventeen years, Wang Lin has grown from that 18-year-old to middle-aged. With Su Dao, Wang Lin has learned a lot, learned a lot, and understands. A lot.
The snow was heavy, and under the sound of the bell, it covered the gaze ahead, covering the world, the city of Su, and the streets where Wang Lin and Wang Lin were located.
The pushing sound of the crunching wooden chair seems faint and imperceptible, only the imprint of the two rows of wheels on the ground, like a life, looking back, it is a long time, you can see the starting point, but when you are not closed, you can’t see it. To the end.
Snow fell, covering the two lines of imprints on the ground, and gradually merged together, and even the starting point was invisible.
"Send me... to Su Shan outside the city..." Su Dao's old voice was weaker, but his eyes were bright, looking at the sky and the earth, as if seeing the end of himself.
Wang Lin nodded silently, pushed the wooden chair, and walked forward slowly under the crunch, towards the end of Su Dao.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, facing the wind, letting the snowflake fall on the face and on the hair, let it melt and become cold and pass into the heart. Pushing the wooden chair, Wang Lin walked out of this ancient street and out of Suzhou City. From a distance, he saw the hill outside Suzhou City.
The mountain is not high, but there is a god.
This god can't see it, but close his eyes, but he can see the grass and trees of the mountain in his mind, and he can feel the breath of the mountain in the cold wind. This is enough.
After reaching the summit along the bluestone-paved mountain road, Su Daozheng slowly closed his eyes. He was vaguely and somewhat unsupported, but his slightly closed eyes showed the same as they were seventeen years ago. The bright mans.
Eyes are the window of the heart, his Su Dao's body will decay, but his thoughts, the trajectory of his life, but because they have already appeared, they will never dissipate.
"Carry me, go... there." Su Dao's voice became weaker and weaker, Wang Lin walked to him, put Su Dao behind him, followed the direction he was pointing, and walked out of the bluestone mountain road, under a piece of white snow. Walking step by step toward a place where no one seems to go in the mountains.
At that end, there is a lone grave, the grave exists there in the snow, as if waiting for something, it seems that it has been waiting for decades until today.
In front of this tomb, Su Dao sat there, looking at the tombstone, his eyes were not tears, but soft.
"I'm here... You said you wanted to keep looking at me, so I buried you here so that you can keep looking at me at the foot of the mountain." Su Dao muttered, touching the tombstone, his old face lightly Attached to the stele, forgetting the cold on it.
In other words, the coldness of the stele turned into warmth in his heart.
Slowly, he closed his eyes, with a soft smile on his face, and lost his breath...
Su Dao, return to the ruins.
Wang Lin stood there for a long time. He turned around and looked down the mountain behind him. From this position, he could see the city of Su, and the mansion of Su Dao in the city of Su.
A deep melancholy permeated Wang Lin's heart. He was perplexed. He was always thinking about what kind of existence this world was like.
It was my past life, my own reincarnation, or a dream. It's just that no matter which kind, it is impossible to explain all the phenomena clearly. It is like the eternal circle between the truth and the false, which makes people unable to distinguish the beginning and the end.
Half a month later in the seventeenth year, there was another grave beside the lonely grave on Mount Su. They were no longer alone.
In the third year after Su Dao's death, Wang Lin was thirty-nine years old.
His parents were also picked up by him from the mountain village many years ago, but they were used to life in the mountain village and were very uncomfortable with Sucheng. After living for a few months, they returned to their hometown and spent time in that mountain village. Living an ordinary life.
In the winter when Wang Lin was thirty-nine years old, Wang Lin stood in the yard, watching the falling snowflakes, and received the edict from Emperor Zhao.
This is the fifth imperial edict three years after Su Dao's death.
The contents of the Five Dao imperial edicts are roughly similar, but the words are more and more gorgeous. They all said that Wang Lin should go to Kyoto to become an emperor.
In twenty years, Wang Lin's name has risen among the scholars of Zhao Guo. Although he has never left Suzhou in these two decades, the scholars of the imperial examination will visit each year to hear and teach.
All of this is related to Su Dao, but the same is also closely related to Wang Lin himself. During these two decades, some high-ranking officials, some scholars and scholars have been visited by Wang Lin. Words are convincing.
Everyone knows that Wang Lin is the inheritance of the great Confucianism of Su Dao, especially after Su Dao's death, this is even more popular.
However, everything is not absolute. There are still quite a few people who do not recognize the existence of Wang Lin. They believe that Wang Lin is not worthy of being called a great scholar, and the Emperor Zhao is the main one.
Such voices were only scattered before Su Dao's death, but in the three years after Su Dao's death, they have been more and more high. In the last three years when Wang Lin was silent, it became a voice of doubt.
Wang Lin didn't pay attention to this kind of thing. He lived a peaceful life, accompanied by Dafu.
Wang Lin's silence made those who questioned even more presumptuous. They admitted that Wang Lin was a student of Su Dao, but they believed that Wang Lin was a man of reputation and not worthy of being called a Confucian. Under the impetus of a caring person, this matter slowly turned into a violent one, and even such a voice appeared in the entire Zhao country.
Wang Lin still ignored this. He watched the sunrise and sunset, watched the turn of spring and autumn, felt the world, understood the cause and effect, looked for signs of life and death, true and false, and pursued the beginning and end of everything.
Although he himself is at a loss, he continues to experience life. He didn't want to pay attention to the complicated things, and he didn't want to prove anything. These have no meaning to him, such as children playing and verbal disputes.
However, the more silent he was, the higher his voice, and the more deadly. It was Su Dao's other three disciples. Except for Su San, he was already very old and ill, but the other two all stood up. , Questioned Wang Lin.
As a result, the scholars of the State of Zhao were in chaos, even spreading to ordinary people, and the disturbing voices swept across the State of Zhao like a storm.
Some people even found out the examination papers of Wang Linke's examination of talents 20 years ago. During the criticism, Wang Lin was arrogantly accused of being just a talented scholar.
Under such chaotic voices, the sixth, seventh, eighth and ninth times of the imperial decree of the Kingdom of Zhao Kingdom came like snowflakes, and directed towards Wang Lin.
Even more excessively, it has affected Wang Lin's parents. His parents are already old, and they could have a peaceful old age and be admired, but now, under this constant voice, even the walkers in the mountain village don't know why. Knowing this, when it spread, the pointers in the mountain village made Wang Lin's parents feel angry.
The old man was already old, and Wang Lin's father fell ill in this anger.
In the winter of this year, Wang Lin stood in the yard, holding a letter from his family. His mother asked someone to write the letter, and he asked his uncle to send it to him.
In the home letter, Wang Lin was told that his father was okay.
Looking at the family letter over and over again, Wang Lin slowly felt a trace of anger in his calm eyes.
"Some, passed." Wang Lin folded the family letter, put it in his arms, and slowly said as he watched the falling snow.
He didn't intend to prove anything, even if Zhao Guo's voice is louder, it won't make him fluctuate at all. The word Confucianism is a false name, he doesn't care.
He is like an old man, just wanting to slowly understand the world.
But everything has a degree. Wang Lin's bottom line is his parents. The anger of the parents, the pain of the parents, and the sadness of the parents are his Wang Lin's anger, his Wang Lin's pain, and his Wang Lin's sorrow.
"Dafu, the arrangement is going on. I will give lectures for ten years. Within ten years from today, people from all over the world will come to Sioux City to discuss with me. Anyone who asks himself to transcend me will take this mansion away from me. "Wang Lin flicked his sleeve, turned and left.
Behind him, Dafu, who is already old, is still as excited as it was 20 years ago. He has also been angry over the past three years. Those who respected him in the past not only gradually alienated him, but also spoke coldly. Appear.
Hearing Wang Lin's words today, he was proud of his expectation and quickly went down to arrange the matter.
"Hmm, it's still my son's pride, ten years of lectures, hehe, I want to see the expressions of those who have been clamoring and clamoring before, after repeated failures."