In the Han Dynasty, countless families were climbing up the mountain peak of the gentry. Some were able to climb the mountain, but some did not even know where the mountain was.
Although the journey to climb the mountain is difficult, the scenery at every step will make people intoxicated, and even every step forward will make people moved and fascinated.
It may be easy to walk at the beginning, but it is not easy to find the right direction. Those who walk very fast at the beginning may not be able to climb higher, especially in the later stages, the road becomes steeper, and many families are slightly
Inadvertently, he fell from the peak and lost the right to enjoy the scenery on the dangerous peak.
In a private room above a three-story restaurant in the west of Anyi City, there was a scribe in white swiping ink.
It would be a bit weird to write instead of eating and drinking in a restaurant, but this scribe did it very naturally, as if he were at home, drinking as much as he wanted and squandering as much as he wanted.
A cool breeze blew through the window, blowing the clothes of the scribe in white.
White clothes are better than snow.
The outer coat is white, the middle coat is also white, and even the braided clogs on the feet are actually woven with white cloth strips. It seems that they are not stained by any smoke and dust in the world, just like snowflakes falling from the sky in winter, carrying with them
A little crystal clear, a little refined.
There were two sounds of footsteps, one light and one heavy, outside the door. The scribe in white seemed to be unknown, but was concentrating on finishing the last few strokes.
After the gentle footsteps opened the door, they left gently, just like a rabbit leaving traces of traces in the snow in winter.
But the heavy one stayed inside the door, but stopped moving forward, like a ferocious beast hiding behind the bushes.
The scribe in white made the last stroke, slowly stopped, and put the wolf hair back on the mountain of pens. He did not look back, but said lightly: "The distinguished guest is coming to the door, but you will be welcomed from afar."
"I am a vulgar person. How dare you work hard to defend the Lord." The person who stayed in the house had a bronze complexion, three short strands of beard, a tall build, and thick hands and feet. He was obviously a martial arts practitioner, but he had put on a new suit.
wearing a robe and a turban, like a ferocious mountain leopard, but with its fangs and claws put away.
"How can there be such vulgarity in the Fourth Master's Hall? You are too modest, brother." The scribe in white turned around, and it was Wei Jing, "Besides, I have not yet ascended to the position of head of the family, and I dare not be called 'Duke Wei'."
"What's the difference?" The strong man pretended not to hear the first half of Wei Jian's sentence and just continued the topic of "Mr. Wei".
Wei Jian smiled and did not continue the topic. Instead, he lightly knocked on the desk where he was writing and said, "I got a few words by chance. Please come and appreciate them."
"I have only learned some rudimentary writing, how can I dare to appreciate the masterpieces of Duke Wei." The strong man refused.
Wei Jian invited him again and said, "It's okay to watch." Then he didn't wait for the strong man to reply. Instead, he walked aside to the wine table by the window and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.
The strong man hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked towards the copywriting, and saw four big characters "Pili Chunqiu" written on the snow-white silk paper!
The strong man was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils suddenly shrank. He clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves, and his hand bones made a slight clicking sound, just like a leopard tensed up when it saw its prey and was about to pounce but didn't.
All the muscles in the body.
Wei Jian seemed not to notice anything at all. He poured a glass of wine to himself, then raised the glass and drank it in one gulp. He said leisurely: "The beautiful scenery in the world can only be obtained with high prescriptions. Brother, I think so."
no?"
The strong man slowly relaxed his muscles, walked to the side of the wine table, sat down facing Wei Qian, took the wine bottle, poured himself a glass, held it in his hand, remained silent for a while, and said: "
Although high places are good, there are many dangers and obstacles. If you are not careful, you will be shattered to pieces."
"If you can't climb up, how are you different from an ant?" Wei Ju pointed at the pedestrians walking on the street outside the window and said, "The sun rises and sets, and it rests, day after day, year after year,
I don’t know the weather, I don’t know the location, I live a mediocre life, and I’m unknown, but the benefits are there, so what?”
The strong man raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, then put the glass down and remained silent.
Wei Jian raised the jug, poured a glass of wine for the strong man, and said, "Everyone in the world says that one drink can solve a thousand sorrows. Who knows that if sorrow can be solved, it will not be a sorrow at all."
"Wei Gongquan is in charge of the east of the river, and his hands and eyes can reach the sky, so what's the worry? It's like this, deep in the quagmire, waiting for death, which is the word "worry"." The strong man looked at the wine in the cup, the wine was green, and he said:
It is crystal clear and is a rare good wine. It is also very popular in Sili and Hongnong areas. It is made from glutinous rice mixed with medicinal materials and fresh fruits. It is a jasper wine.
"Haha, who doesn't have worries? Even sages have worries, not to mention ordinary people like us?" Wei Jian laughed loudly and did not persuade him to drink. Instead, he took the wine bottle and poured himself another glass.
"Appreciate further details."
Wei smiled covetously, picked up the wine glass, stood up, walked to the window, and said: "I am worried about the long sky... I am also worried about the surging river..."
The strong man was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he laughed and said, "Don't joke, Mr. Wei." What kind of sorrow is this? Worry about the sky and worry about the river. These two things have been around since ancient times, okay? What is there to be sad about?
Wei Jian, however, suppressed his smile, turned around and said seriously: "I have never joked in my life."
Seeing Wei Jian's serious expression, the strong man also frowned, thought for a while and said, "Mr. Wei, please speak."
"I am worried that the sky is so long and so high that it is like a canopy that cannot be reached; I am worried that the river is turbulent and the sand is rushing but cannot be lowered." After Wei finished speaking, he drank the wine in his hand.
This time, although Wei Qian was still talking about the sky and the river, the strong man did not laugh again, because he knew that the sky was not actually talking about the sky, and the river was not actually talking about the river.
"Wei Gong is so worried... I have little power and can't do anything to help..."
"What if I let you go upstairs again?"
"Climb to the next floor?" The strong man also drank a glass of wine, and then said, "There is a roof inside the building, how to climb it?"
Wei Jian smiled and said nothing.
Although Wei Jian didn't say anything, the strong man could feel the leisurely contentment under control hidden behind Wei Jian's smile.
"If we really have to climb the tower, I will definitely come to help Duke Wei." The strong man was also unambiguous and promised immediately.
"That's so good!" Wei Jian said with a smile.
The conversation had been finished and the mutual commitment had been reached, so there was no need to say anything else. The strong man said goodbye to Wei Jian and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, when he passed by the piece of paper with the words "Pi Li Chun Qiu" written on it, the strong man stopped, paused, and said in a deep voice: "This word is very good... but it is written on silk cloth.
Not suitable for exposure to the sun.”
Wei Jian nodded and said slowly: "Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know."
The strong man clasped his fists, opened the door, and left.
Wei Jian stood in front of the window, with no intention of sending the strong man off. When he heard the heavy footsteps gradually disappearing, he suddenly smiled, opened his hands, holding the world in his arms, and let the wind outside the window blow his sleeves up, oh
Chant: "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying..."
The wind is getting stronger and stronger, gradually blowing the clouds in the sky. The clouds are billowing, like a rushing river, but they are blocked by the city of Anyi. They are becoming more and more numerous and getting darker.
It's a storm that's about to come...
Cao Cao, Cao Pi, Cao Ren, Cao Zhen, Cao Shuang...ahem...
