Fei Qian wanted to persuade Cai Yong again, but Cai Yong stopped him.
Cai Yong said: "You have not received the grain of the Han Dynasty, but I have enjoyed the salary of the Han Dynasty. As a minister and loyal to the emperor, there is no need to persuade me." - Cai Yong meant that Fei Qian did not receive the national salary, but he took the national salary.
Money and food, so as a minister, you must be loyal to the monarch...
Indeed, as a reserve officer in the Han Dynasty, there was no salary. Fei Qian has not received any salary since he has never been awarded a real position.
Old man Cai Yongcai's thoughts are very simple. He uses money to help others to avoid disasters. Since he is a state official and has received a salary from the Han Dynasty, he cannot only consider his own safety. He needs to take responsibility when it is time to do so. Otherwise, it will be against the law.
A belief that has always been followed in my heart.
Cai Yong may not know that there are risks in staying, but there are some things that must be done, otherwise even if he survives for a while, he will be uneasy for a lifetime, just like the examples of Su Wu and Li Ling he just cited.
Su Wu was also a servant during the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. Su Wu insisted on his beliefs, but Li Ling gave up in a difficult situation. It cannot be said that either of these two people is definitely right or wrong, but it can only be judged from the meaning expressed in Li Ling's poem at the end.
Look, in fact, although Li Ling survived after surrendering, it was also very painful.
Cai Yong was unwilling to wrong his heart, even if it meant taking risks.
Fei Qian wanted to open his mouth several times, but he didn't know where to start. How could such an upright old man go against the belief he had pursued all his life?
Cai Yong looked at Fei Qian, smiled kindly, picked up two letters from the desk, and handed them to Fei Qian.
"Is this it?" Fei Qian was a little confused, why did you give me these two letters?
"You still have a long life, so you don't need to stay here with me. In my early years, I had an old relationship with Pang Shangchang and Liu Jingsheng. If you come to Jingxiang, you can submit this letter." Cai Yong seemed to have done an insignificant thing,
He said lightly, "Luoyang in the north and Lumen in Jingxiang in the south. You might as well go to Lumen to consult with the virtuous elders and promote each other with talented people of the same age. You need to know the way of learning. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Although it is
The teacher can’t supervise and supervise all the time, but you can’t slack off either, you know?”
Fei Qian left the table and bowed, making a solemn promise.
This is not just a simple letter or two, but also a talisman. As long as it is taken out, even Jingzhou bosses Liu Biao and Liu Jingsheng will pay some attention to Cai Yong for the sake of his face. Cai Yong and Cai old man use his reputation to serve Fei
Diving to pave the way!
Unexpectedly, Cai Yong not only considered Fei Qian's safety, but also considered how to continue to advance academically after leaving Luoyang. As a teacher, Fei Qian was really moved by how far he could go.
In future generations, let alone teachers who are not related by blood, sometimes even relatives who are related by blood may not necessarily help when something happens...
Cai Yong said again: "You go, you can leave in the near future. As a teacher, I don't need to worry about you, so I won't see you off." After that, he called the housekeeper and asked the housekeeper to take Fei Qian to say goodbye to Cai Yan.
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Seeing that Cai Yong was indeed resolute, Fei Qian did not give himself a chance to say anything more. He could only sigh in his heart, kowtow deeply to Cai Yong, and pay homage.
Not to mention anything else, Cai Yong was able to consider his disciple Fei Qian even when his future was at risk, and even made the best arrangements for his next move. This kindness is worthy of respect, so Fei Qian
This gift was done sincerely.
Cai Yong did not evade. He sat there and accepted Fei Qian's gift. He nodded, smiled slightly, and asked Fei Qian to follow the housekeeper to say goodbye to Cai Yan.
When he was about to reach the study, Fei Qian saw Cai Yan from a distance as if he was about to play the piano, so he stopped and listened quietly instead of going forward.
Cai Yan wore a green skirt and a goose-yellow jacket. She didn't have any makeup, but she looked natural. The afternoon sun shone slantly from the window, as if the slightest light was lingering around Cai Yan. Cai Yan
A few strands of the long black hair were blown up by the breeze, fluttering in the sunshine like jumping elves, dancing briskly.
Cai Yan's slender hands, as white as suet, gently plucked the strings, and the beating notes danced on her fingertips like flying butterflies...
Fei Qian closed his eyes and listened wholeheartedly.
The flying and jumping music of the piano is like birds singing to the sun in the early morning in the mountains and forests. A red sun is rising slowly on the horizon, and the warm sunshine gradually blows away the dense fog in the forest...
A vivid picture seemed to unfold in front of Fei Qian's eyes - this was a small mountain village with several families scattered in an orderly manner. As the sun rose, every family began their day's life...
Many notes were added, as if accompanied by the curling smoke, human voices gradually sounded, the sound of laughter, the play of children, the braying of cattle and sheep...
Suddenly there was a jumping and cheerful voice, like a lively little girl, walking out of the small courtyard and picking colorful wild flowers on the side of the road...
The little girl held a handful of picked wild flowers and skipped through the woods. Birds were singing on the branches in the forest, and colorful butterflies were flying around. The little girl did not stop all the way, and climbed up a small tree with the flowers.
On the hillside, a gust of mountain wind suddenly came from nowhere and blew beside me, almost blowing away the flowers in the little girl's hand...
The little girl carefully protected the flowers and came to a house on the hillside. She knocked on the door and called, but after waiting for a long time, no one responded...
The little girl panicked, bypassed the house, and came to the back of the mountain. A path under the mountain wound away into the distance. The little girl looked around and saw a figure walking farther and farther away at the end of the mountain road...
The little girl shouted loudly, holding up the wild flowers in her hands and shaking them vigorously, hoping to make the distant figure hear her voice and attract his attention...
But the figure moved further and further away, becoming smaller and smaller...
The sound of the piano gradually became fainter, as if the little girl was tired and shouted hoarse, but did not get any response. The petals of the wild flowers in her hands fell into pieces, floating down like snowflakes from the top of the hillside...
The sound of the piano gradually became scattered, and the individual notes that Cai Yan picked up on the piano with catkins were like the blown petals, picked up by the wind, floating in the air, not knowing where they would go...
When the song ended, Fei Qian opened his eyes, only to see Cai Yan looking over at this moment, their eyes intertwined...
Just like the friends we played with when we were children, they were innocent, sincere, and childhood sweethearts, but they had no choice but to break up soon after they met...
Fei Qian was silent for a long time, but was speechless. He just straightened his clothes slowly, solemnly raised his hands to Cai Yan, and bowed deeply.
Cai Yan also left the table and bowed to Fei Qian Yingying.
The two of them didn't say a word, but they seemed to have turned thousands of words into this bow and bow...
