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Although Ye Dongfeng borrowed Qiao Jing's hammer, with his work efficiency of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, almost a week has passed, and the fence outside his house that was blown down by the wind is still not repaired.

This is a good thing for Qiao Jing.

He doesn't have to listen to the knocking sound coming from the next door every day, even if there is, it will end in no more than 10 minutes, which is completely within the tolerable range.As an elderly person, Xiao Er needs quietness even more. Recently, he has also enthusiastically participated in the process of rebuilding the school in Yuncha Village, and his relationship with the villagers is getting closer day by day.Qiao Jing also heard that an old man who went up to the mountain to pick tea curiously asked the members of Xiao Wei's family how the annual harvest of grain was, and whether it was enough to eat.

To such questions, Xiao Er's response is also very demeanor of a generation of great Confucians.

When chatting with tea farmers, he only talked about weather, land and harvest, and said modestly that his family was a small business. Tea farmers didn’t understand this aspect, so they didn’t ask too deeply; At that time, I mainly talked about Daliang's policies towards businessmen. With Xiao Wei's knowledge, he was often able to speak convincingly, and he forgot the purpose of inquiring in the first place, and was distracted from the topic without knowing it.

However, making Xiao Er so patient to talk to them also proves that the folks are indeed simple-minded, otherwise, with this temper, I am afraid that he would not even look at them more.

The Fengshui of Yuncha Village is really good, Qiao Jing thought.

But things always have advantages and disadvantages. Although the village is much safer than the city, it also cuts off news in disguise.The news between him and Jing Xinglan has been completely cut off now. Qiao Jing once asked the dark guard who was with him, but the dark guard didn't know the situation in the city, so he just asked Qiao Jing to wait patiently and don't worry.

Probably seeing that Qiao Jing had something on his mind, Xiao Wei persuaded him in turn: "Little friend Yan, you have to believe in the strength of His Majesty and the prince. I think you should be able to reunite with the prince in a short time."

Qiao Jing nodded silently, but couldn't help thinking, why does this sound so strange?

But as the days of disconnection increased day by day, his mood became uncontrollably anxious.

After realizing that he was so restless that he could barely write anything or read the book, Qiao Jing decided that he would not think about other themes for the next book, and just write about things he had personally experienced in the past to relax his mind. .

He decided to name the book "Old Stories of Jingluo".

The girders of this world were fortunate enough to avoid the most painful century of war. The steam locomotive rails ran from south to north, running through east and west. The prosperity of the economy and the development of science and technology promoted the spread of culture. In the Holy Land, the fear of tomorrow and the cowardly inferiority of being a yellow race have disappeared from people's faces. Instead, they are proud of their own culture from the bottom of their hearts——

That's fine.

But Qiao Jing still wants to tell them that no country can be strong forever, and that in this world, if you fall behind, you will be beaten.

People who have fallen into the money trap may no longer believe in the so-called idealism of throwing their heads and blood.Born in sorrow and died in peace, Qiao Jing has seen that the collapse of this prosperous dynasty must start from its own foundation, but the change of dynasties over the years is only a short chapter in human history, so Qiao Jing writes Most of the time, it focuses more on the characters themselves. How much the reader can understand the thoughts he wants to express from the lines depends on the fate of the individual.

After writing the title, Qiao Jing sat behind the desk and stared at the blank paper for a long time.

In the end, I took up the pen and wrote the first sentence of the book:

"I would like to use this book to commemorate the shining golden years that Mr. Jing and I spent together in another time and space...."

Although it is a memoir, Qiao Jing must first write down the background of that era, advancing the perspective step by step, from that country, to that city, and then to the people in that school.He thought he needed to think about the starting point, but the gray pictures that had been buried in the depths of his memory flashed before his eyes frame by frame the moment he wrote.

008, who was dozing on the window sill, was awakened by a reckless cabbage butterfly. It opened its mouth wide, stretched out its paw and waved it away, and yawned lazily. Just as he turned his head to see how much Qiao Jing had written, he was caught He was taken aback by his appearance, and his original sleepiness was instantly lost.

"Host, what's wrong with you?" It asked cautiously.

The black-haired young man sat quietly behind the desk, holding the pen tightly in his hand, his knuckles were slightly white, and the tip of the pen was trembling slightly.The expression on his face was very calm, his dark eyes were staring straight at one direction, as if he was in a daze.

A drop of tears dripped silently on the table, leaving only a shallow tear stain on the cheek.

"……nothing."

After a long time, Qiao Jing lowered his eyes and said softly.

Difficulty, grief, powerlessness, grief... Until then, Qiao Jing realized that all the intense emotions left to him from that era were only deeply buried in his heart, but they never really dissipated.

Even modern high school history textbooks without any emotional color are enough to make people feel depressed after reading them. Qiao Jing, who has personally experienced that period of history, understands how humiliating people in that era felt. deep.He took a deep breath, trying to separate himself from that emotion, and stood at a proper angle to write about the absurd reality he had witnessed.

Ethics collapsed, rules and regulations were subverted. At that time, he was sitting in the classroom, listening to the professor scolding the government for incompetence, and more than anyone else, he hoped that the upper class would truly awaken; In the dry and cracked yellow land, there are countless people who cannibalize people along the way; how many young righteous men have no way to save the country and died without a whole body, earning a lot of money by opening brothels and selling opium; On the road, chatting and laughing with the foreigners who are trying to carve up the country...

But there is always a place, which is the pure land in Qiao Jing's heart.

After so many years, Qiao Jing has forgotten what it was like when he first went to college, but he certainly didn't have the novelty, anxiety and excitement of walking on the campus of Jingluo University for the first time.This is the birthplace of a brand-new country and the germination place of hope, where students learn, communicate, fall in love, and find their future life aspirations. It is more like a "university" than any modern university.

They speak freely in class, and there are sparks of various ideas colliding every day. Some people stand up and argue with professors who have different opinions, and even run to the podium to give lectures by themselves. Even after being beaten to the point of bleeding, he was still obsessed with making a sound.

These things happened frequently in Jingluo University at that time. Although Qiao Jing did not participate, as a bystander, he clearly remembered the heavy price paid for every generous statement in this vigorously advancing era.

"At that time, I was too young and too reckless," he wrote, "but compared with my classmates, I was much luckier. Mr. Jing and I were classmates for less than three years. The impressions are very general, but the world is wonderful, going around, and finally became a lifelong partner. In addition to him, there are three other members in our small family. Although I can't witness their two children growing up, but I can be sure that their future will be the same as that of that country, with flowers blooming and bright."

008 observed Qiao Jing carefully for a long time, and found that there was nothing wrong with him. It was only because he was too emotionally involved in writing that he showed the expression just now. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his tense body gradually relaxed.

Scared to death, it thought with lingering fear.

In case Qiao Jing was made to cry because of his own reasons, 008 dares to bet with a year old dried fish that Jing Xinglan will definitely pluck it and cook it up. Three dishes and one soup will definitely not be able to escape of.

But when it read the thousands of words that Qiao Jing passionately wrote...

008 sighed, "This book of yours is simply a complete collection of love stories. Jing Xinglan must be going crazy with joy when he reads it."

To say that Qiao Jing is worthy of using a pen, it is many times better than Jing Xinglan's "I miss you so much" in the letter, which is so uneducated and sour.

Even if he wrote about his own memories, he still focused on his school life and the professors and classmates he got along with. He only occasionally mentioned the matter of Jing Xinglan. But 008 can feel the lingering affection from every sentence on the paper, just like rice wine brewed from mountain spring water, the mouthfeel is lingering and clear, although it is not strong, it has a long aftertaste.

Is this the romance of literati?

Loved it.

008 Ben just made a casual joke, but Qiao Jing really took it seriously. He finally recovered from the "top" immersive writing state, and read the paragraph he just wrote from the beginning again. Seeing that his face was red and his ears were red, he finally squeezed his lips hard and crumpled up the manuscript paper, and threw it into the trash can.

"What are you throwing away?" 008 fussed, "It's obviously well written, but it's just a little gross... Whoops!"

The little black cat snickered halfway, and Qiao Jing picked it up by the back of its neck in anger, and threw it outside into the sunny yard.

008 deftly turned over in mid-air, with the four pads facing down, and lightly landed on the ground.It turned its head to look at Qiao Jing who closed the window immediately after throwing itself out, snorted, and cocked its tail arrogantly.

Anyway, after reading it just now, it has already scanned the first edition, even if Qiao Jing burns the manuscript to ashes, it will be useless.

Unexpectedly, it also has an electronic backup!