The world is a teacher

Chapter 20

The desert is majestic, and Dian Dianjun rides on it, but it is as small as small black dots, forming a natural frame of border painting, no one drafts, under the setting sun, there are thousands of crows, and there is a lonely smoke, which is extremely desolate.

The strong wind blows, and the outline of a person is vaguely revealed in the sand nest in the distance. Li Hao gave the order to the army to rest without changing his expression, and the whole team carried out the order silently, efficiently and orderly. One was sharpened by blood.

It has been more than a year since he left Xijing, and Li Hao buried the only remaining skull of Wu Mingren.

Is the nameless bone in the Wuding Desert also the dreamer of a girl in spring?

Li Hao was in a trance for a moment, thinking of Fang Na's warm jade-like face under the leisurely candlelight.

"I have everything."

Fang Ne's tone was so warm and firm, supporting a clear blue sky in his misty heart.

Father has passed away.

There must be a royal family in the northwest frontier to frighten, Li Hao resolutely came, and in the days of licking blood on the tip of the knife, he turned into a dark and fierce wolf.

I don't know if it's God's favor, but every time he takes a nap, his dreams are full of various ways of fighting and difficulties, coupled with the reality of the whetstone-like trials, he almost quickly became a qualified officer.

Snatch all surviving resources as much as possible.

As much as possible, survive.

It's been a year, Li Hao twirled his fingers ignorantly, and looked into the distance leisurely, as if it was the sky soaked in blue.

In the far distance of the line of sight, the dry grass grassland and the sunset all over the sky merge into one, and the setting sun weeps blood, which is tragic for no reason.

How beautiful the grassland is in the distance.

If the blood red stained on the fresh grass is not so shocking.

Li Hao's eyes widened, it seems that the goat...

Sir, sir... what are you doing now?

……

The death of Wen Zhonggong this time, I am afraid that there will be another big change over there.

"Wen Zhonggong, a model of a generation, a veteran of three dynasties, it turns out that he is also old."

Wei Shangqing suddenly felt as uncomfortable as waking up from a big dream: "Wen Zhonggong's official memorial is very well written. His life is worth it."

No, look at what people in the world are saying.

"I heard about it at the time when I was born, and I heard about it in later generations when I died. It is enough to be able to do this, but why is it sad?"

When Wen Zhonggong was alive, it was handed down to the present, and after his death, (writings) were handed down to later generations.It is enough to have such achievements, what else is there for us to be sad about!

"The students just think that geniuses like Mr. Ouyang Wenzhong have all gone. What are unknown villains like us in the long river of time?"

Wei Shangqing's whole body was filled with the atmosphere of a little prince who I am very sad, come and comfort me.

Fang Ne, who is a confidant and a psychological counselor: ...

Fang Na patted him on the shoulder, but said nothing.

After a long time, Fang Na said: "The autumn exam is coming, why don't you leave?"

"I'm leaving too, what should the teacher do?" Wei Shangqing replied naturally, calmly and teasingly.

Fang Ne: ...

This slight touch must be an illusion.

"Just be yourself. We can't think so much about celebrities and future generations."

Fang Na spoke freely, and was reading official documents again. The children in the arithmetic class all went to the scientific examination this year. Zhou Zhi was busy with counting. Wen Xu left, and the agricultural office was assigned to Fang Na again.

He has been so busy recently that he almost forgot what his name is, which is also a joke.

Speaking of which, when I resigned and didn't go home, I also wanted to do something easy, mainly to learn something else, but...

This workload is exhausting!

Why is he doing this here?

Sometimes when Fang Ne was replying to official documents at night, he inevitably looked up sleepily and confusedly, asking himself in his heart.

But no answer.

He thought, probably because he also had a dream when he was young.

A big dream of self-cultivation, governing the country, and peace of the world.

It's just that after being tempered by reality, he gradually forgot about this dream.

As if it never existed.

Faith is a strange thing, you can live and die for him.

Even if you usually say, no, no, I never had that kind of thought, and the teaching is natural.

However, in the dead of night, what climbed into my heart was still a teenager's dream.

persistent dream.

You thought you had forgotten, but one day when you suddenly realized it, you suddenly discovered that those thoughts had already penetrated deep into your bones.