For a Prosperous World

The front yard is not large, but even this modest space still feels a bit empty. I didn't see anyone along the way, and I didn't even see any furnishings when I walked through the hall.

The only thing along the way was the flowers and plants planted on both sides of the road, as well as a table case on the hall.

These flowers and plants are growing well. Although Kong Rong passed the flowerbed in winter, there are still two or two flowers blooming.

In the season when most flowers fail, it is always easier to make one or two flowers still bloom.

Kong Rong walked away, reaching out to touch him, but was stopped by a voice.

"The master loves these flowers and plants. Don't break them."

The speaker was the little girl who led the way in front of him. He was young and had a sword on his waist.

He was also wearing a long shirt, which was not like a daughter's house at all, but he had no beauty.

"Hehe." Kong Rong retracted his hand, looked at the flowers and looked at the girl, Wen Wen said.

"I'm so rude, little girl can't blame."

Said looking at the house, the decoration is simple, not even a subordinate, but there is a feeling that makes people happy.

Is it really the place where the stranger lives?

Putting his hand on the book in his arms, he patted it solemnly.

Although there are many twists and turns, he must thank the gentleman today.

There was a little more expectation in my heart for a while, what would such a stranger look like?

Under the leadership of the little girl, Kong Rong passed through the front yard and finally stopped in front of a courtyard gate.

The little girl stopped and looked back at Kong Rong, as if she had something to say.

Kong Rong asked in wonder: "Little girl, what's wrong?"

"My master always brings a bucket of war," said the little girl, standing in front of the door.

"Can you not mention what she looks like when he enters?"

Although the little girl's words were less courteous, she could hear no malice.

Kong Rong first froze, then revealed a look of understanding.

There is probably something inexplicable, though.

He just didn't care much about the skin. Splendid mind, what if you look down?

"Thank you for reminding me, I remember, I will never mention it."

The little girl standing in front of the courtyard let her go and let Kong Rong enter.

The first thing I saw after entering the hospital was a tall tree in the center.

Under the tree is a gentleman wearing a bucket, playing with a piece of wood, and there are still many piles around him. I can't see what the wood is doing.

The figure was a little thin, and his head was low to see clearly, but Kong Rong recognized at a glance that this was the man he saw in front of the school.

Seeing someone coming in, Gu Nan put down the wooden block in his hand and stood up from the table.

I glanced at the man who had followed them all the way just now, and it looked like a scribe, but she couldn't remember whether she knew the person.

"I don't know this gentleman, are you looking for me?"

I don't know what the other party is doing here, Gu Nan still asked first.

If she just finds the wrong door, she can also point the way. She knows her neighbors.

But since he followed all the way, it should not be the wrong door.

I saw the scribe standing opposite saw her and stopped.

Before Gu Nan responded, the scribe reached out his hand and patted his sleeve, ringing in front of him.

With a solemn look, he bowed his head and bowed to his waist: "Kong Rong, Kong Wenju, today is the gift of Mr. Xie Guo's gift."

It is often said that the book business atmosphere is better than to bend.

But sometimes, I do n’t lose heart when I bend down.

Gu Nan then knew who this middle-aged wensheng was. Kong Rong said that she was younger than she thought, and thought it would be an old school look.

"It was Mr. Kong." Although Gu Nan did not know how he found himself, he probably understood the situation.

"Qier, come and make tea in a pot."

"Mr. Kong, it doesn't have to be that way, just sit down," he said, reaching out to the table.

"The gift is not lost." Kong Rong straightened up and smiled slightly.

"The ancestor's feedback should not be lost. Now given by his husband, he can be complemented, and Kong Rong will not regret it for life."

He understands that his talents are not enough, and it is difficult for him to write a book that can teach future generations.

Being able to do all six sutras is really enough for him to be grateful for a lifetime.

"Me too, it's just a gift from others." Gu Nan paused as she spoke, and the Book of Music reminded her of some past events.

But for her, the past should be the last thing to remember, because she already has too many past events, if you have to remember it again, I don't know how long it will take.

Just in the bookcase, every book has some past entrustment. What she can do is just not think about it.

There is no couch at the table, Gu Nan himself sits on the floor.

"It's a little crude, sir, no joke."

"Here is the sir, and the text is here. Where's the rudeness?" Kong Rong sat down with a smile.

"Mr. Kong speaks funny."

Gu Nan smiled a little. This is an interesting statement. If she remembers it correctly, the next person who puts forward such a statement wrote a shame, it will take hundreds of years.

Kong Rong looked at the person in front of him, and thought of the class he heard outside the courtyard on Cao's house.

Although the other party brought a fight, but he had a feeling of meeting each other and hating late.

It feels like there are many things I want to say, years of unsatisfactory suffering, as much as I want, too much to say, so much so that I do n’t know how to say it.

In the end, he just looked at Gu Nan with a burning gaze.

After being watched for a long time, Gu Nan didn't see Kong Rong talking, and moved his shoulders unnaturally: "Mr. Kong, he has something to say and speak straight."

With a bitter smile in my heart, what is it that stares at me like this?

"Yes, make Mr. laugh." Kong Rong placed his hand on the table and took a deep breath.

"When I went to Caofu to discuss affairs today, I passed by the side courtyard and asked Mr. Wu not to blame. At that time, Mr. was talking about the class and I listened to some."

It turns out that Gu Nan can sort out the whole story.

"In class, Mr. Zeng heard that he wanted to build a school where people could read. Kong Rong wanted to ask Mr. Is this just a joke?"

After that, he looked at Gu Nan.

If Gu Nan said it was just a joke, he wouldn't know how to get along. In this world, it is very painful to have an aspiration.

It requires courage and determination, but it is almost impossible to achieve.

He also knew that this kind of thing might just be a lifelong expectation, but he couldn't help but want to imagine what the world would be like at that time.

No more loneliness, no more devotion, no more courtesy and fun.

The gentleman is a moral teaching, the road is not exhaustive, and the house is not closed at night. Teaching with a doctoral degree, teaching extensively, no teaching.

At that time, the world researched, and each person held his own duties, pushing it to a world of prosperity. What the world will look like will be the most magnificent chapter in youth history.

It was the imagination of the world that made him do his best.

He looked at Gu Nan faintly until he saw Gu Nan shook his head slightly: "How could it be a joke?"

Kong Rong's hand clenched slowly. At this time, he wanted to laugh long and smile, but only showed a stunned smile.

He himself couldn't tell how complicated his mood was at this time, but he knew it, but he also understood that the hopelessness of this life ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Kong Rong also wished this. "

There was a feeling of weakness in his voice.

"I listened to the gambling agreement between my husband and the students. How many books do people think should be read by the world? I have calculated that I can copy one book around the clock, six days a month, I can copy five books in January, and one year is Sixty books, six thousand books in a hundred years. It is enough for people in a village, but not enough for the people of the world. "

Kong Rong lowered his head and looked at the table: "Mr. Gambling is about to lose."

In fact, he never wanted the number in front of him. He hoped that the gods would help each other and make millions of books, but he also knew that this was impossible.

"How does Mr. Kong know that I am going to lose?"

Gu Nan said suddenly, this made Kong Rong hold back.

The corner of Dou's mouth ticked, and he picked up a few wooden blocks from his side.

"Sir, look."

The wooden block was placed on the table, and Kong Rong saw the wooden block clearly. Each piece is a small square with a word engraved on it.

Gu Nan lined up the wood, and the single words formed a sentence.

There are millions of rooms in Andeguang Building, and all the people in the shelter are happy. The wind and rain did not move like a mountain.

Woohoo, when I saw this house suddenly, Wulu alone broke and froze to death.

"Mr. Kong said, can you get the tens of millions of books by using this method?"

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The shadow of the leaves under the tree was dangling and the light was mottled.

"This ..." The middle-aged scribe was staring blankly at the wooden block, speechless, putting his hands on the wooden block, his eyes gradually becoming cloudy.

The words made of wooden blocks seemed to say everything he wanted to say.

His eyes were blurred, as if he had seen a mountain of books higher than the sky, a mountain that could fulfill his life's aspirations, pierced through the clouds and stood high in the sky.

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