"This..." When he saw it was gold, Wang Wei instinctively wanted to refuse.
Bi Luan laughed sadly:
"I put a lot of thought into typing this. Can't you take a good look at it before rejecting it?"
The deep sadness revealed by Bi Luan made Wang Wei a little overwhelmed, and he took the golden bamboo slips in a sullen voice. It is undeniable that this golden bamboo slips are extremely exquisitely made, but Wang Wei has no time to pay attention to them now. He now
The only thing that came to mind was to find some excuse so that I could refuse the gift without hurting Bi Luan.
Wang Wei unfolded the golden bamboo slips while thinking, and when he saw the words engraved on the golden bamboo slips, he was stunned!
I saw two lines of clear characters engraved on the front of the golden bamboo slip:
If there is a will, things will come true. If the cauldron sinks the boat, the hundred and two Qin passes will eventually belong to Chu;
If you work hard, God will not let you down. If you work hard and endure hardships, three thousand Yue Jia can swallow Wu!
The words Mingzhu thought of were indeed straightforward, but sometimes, straightforwardness has more unexpected effects! Just like now, after Wang Wei saw these two sentences, he felt as if a big hand was tearing him apart with a sudden movement.
It opened up the layers of black curtains that blocked his eyes, making his eyes and chest widen!
Wang Wei continued to look down, and next was a Yuan song. Of course, Wang Wei didn't know what a Yuan song was yet, so he just thought it was a small order with relatively simple vocabulary:
Go to the east of the Yangtze River, go to the west of Chang'an, and travel to the ends of the earth for fame. I hate boats and carriages, and I like music and books. In the morning, the shadows of stars on the temples are reflected in the melon fields. When the heart is full, fame will be enough. High places are bitter; low places are bitter.
Turning the page, there is another song:
There is a sound of Wuye, a sound of autumn, a little bit of banana, a little bit of sadness. After the third watch, I return to my dream. After the lanterns are turned down, the flowers and chess pieces are not collected, and I sigh that Xinfeng is left alone. Ten years of things have happened on my pillow, and the worries of the two elders in Jiangnan are all in my heart.
Song after song, each one is written about the hardships of pursuing fame and fortune, but each one is filled with the helplessness of having to fight for and take possession of.
Wang Wei didn't hold the golden bamboo slip tightly until he finished reading the last word, and fell heavily on the chair.
His abnormal behavior frightened Bi Luan. Wang Wei became famous at a young age and was charming and always the most elegant person. Bi Luan had never seen him so rude before. She really didn't know that the pearls were engraved on the golden bamboo slips.
Although she looked at some things, to be honest, she didn't understand them very well.
"Sir, you..."
"Bi Luan, I'm fine, just let me be alone."
Wang Wei waved his hand feebly, then held his forehead with his palm and leaned on the table. The candlelight dancing on the table made Wang Wei's shadow sometimes shorter and sometimes longer, changing constantly. Bi Luan didn't dare
If he made any more noise, he could only quietly stand aside, watching Wang Wei anxiously, and the room suddenly fell into silence.
After a long time, Wang Wei straightened up and called out softly:
"Bi Luan."
"Hey." Bi Luan quickly walked to his side.
"Who wrote the above?"
Bi Luan was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was talking about the words on the golden bamboo slips:
"It was engraved by a person who specializes in making jewelry. I don't know who wrote it."
"Who is that person who makes jewelry? Can I meet him?" Wang Wei thought of 'him' as a man.
"She doesn't see outsiders."
"Then how does he give people jewelry?"
"Whenever she talks to people, she always does so behind a bead curtain and never comes out..."
"You mean, he is willing to talk to people?" Wang Wei interrupted Bi Luan and asked eagerly.
"Of course she talks to people, she..."
"As long as he talks to people," Wang Wei's voice actually revealed a sense of relief, "I was afraid that he wouldn't talk to people. He just needs to talk to people. I don't have to see him. I
I just want to hear him talk, okay?"
"Of course," Bi Luan didn't know why Wang Wei would make such a strange request, but since he wanted to see Mingzhu, at least he wouldn't leave tomorrow, right?
"Whenever you want to see her, I will take you there."
"Now!" Wang Wei blurted out.
"Ah! Now? Is it too late?" Biluan's face suddenly turned red, because she realized that now is the busiest time in Pingkangli, so being in it, she really can't feel what time it is now.
What time.
In fact, this was because Bi Luan was overly worried, and Wang Wei just wanted to see Mingzhu right away. Now hearing what Bi Luan said, Wang Wei also felt that it was a little late, so he said with some annoyance:
"Then, can you do it early tomorrow morning?"
"No problem." Bi Luan agreed quickly, and then asked carefully, "Are you still leaving tomorrow?"
"I," Wang Wei hesitated, "let me meet him first."
"good."
"Also," Wang Wei held up the golden bamboo slip, "can you lend me this tonight? I want to read it carefully."
"Of course, this is for you!" Bi Luan became happy when he heard that Wang Wei might stay and take away the golden bamboo slips.
Wang Wei bid farewell to Biluan and walked towards his residence alone. As soon as he walked out of Pingkangli, he felt as if he had fallen out of the noisy world of mortals. Behind him were the bright lights and the singing and singing of birds, but in front of him was the boundless scenery.
The darkness and silence. He is now leaving the world of mortals step by step, heading towards darkness and coldness.
In fact, Wang Wei no longer needs to look at the Golden Bamboo Slips, because the words above have been deeply engraved in his mind. Every word and every sentence seems to remind him, warn him, and ask him repeatedly.
He asked the same question - have you really decided to give up everything and live an ordinary life?
The Chang'an and officialdom he was leaving behind, just like Ping Kangli behind them, were not suitable for him, but they could bring him fame, wealth, and all the honors in the world. And the life he wanted to choose was
Like the dark night in front of him, it was dull and cold.
Has he really decided? Where should he go? The high places are painful, the low places are painful! Now he feels that he has had enough of the torture of officialdom and the suffering of Chang'an, but he is really willing to bear it
Are you lonely? Will he feel more miserable than now when he really starts that lonely life?
Wang Wei's heart was ups and downs. He was eager to see the person who made the golden bamboo slips. He wanted to see what kind of person he was and why he could understand his own heart so thoroughly! He could
He pointed out so pointedly that deep down in his heart there is still a attachment to fame!
He had to see that person, and he had to ask him what the right thing to do was!
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