The daily life of the Analects and Tao Te Ching

April 7

sunny

Logically speaking, Kong Lun and I should be very familiar. We are old friends who have known each other for many years and have lived together for such a long time.

But for some reason, being in the same room with him today makes me feel a little restless.

How do the two of us get along?

Recalling it carefully, this guy runs out almost every day, and rarely stays at home with me like today.

He said it was because I sprained my foot and he wanted to take care of me at home.

But it's been a long time, and apart from saying a few words to me occasionally, he has been nestled on the sofa in a daze.

What kind of care is this!

Shouldn't caring be serving tea and pouring water, asking for warmth?

"Kong Lun." I called him.

"Ok?"

"Pour me a glass of water." I said.

Since he said he would take care of me, it shouldn't be a problem to ask him to help pour a glass of water, right?

But is my tone a bit too blunt?It seems that there is a feeling of instructing people...

"Please, please pour me a glass of water." I adjusted my tone and repeated my appeal.

"it is good."

Kong Lun got up and poured me a glass of water. I noticed that he was using the couple's cup I bought a few days ago. I felt sweet in my heart, and the corners of my mouth raised unconsciously.

"It's so strange..." I heard Kong Lun murmur in a low voice.

After he handed me the water glass, he didn't leave, but stood there watching me drink the water.

I tried my best to be calm, but when I raised my eyes to meet his gaze, I accidentally choked myself and started coughing violently.

"Why are you staring at me? Have you ever seen someone drinking water?" I asked angrily.

Kong Lun shook his head with a confused expression.

"You've been a little different lately," he said.

There was a sudden "thump" in my heart, and I immediately began to recall in my mind what strange things I had done recently.

Could it be that I sneaked into his room that day and was discovered?

Or did he realize that I've been secretly filming him lately?

I swallowed and asked him where I've been different lately.

"I can't tell you exactly what's different, but you used to look like you lacked interest, and you couldn't cheer up no matter what you did." He said, "Sometimes I even think, even if it's the Tao Te Ching "Will be lost someday, you probably don't even care about it."

How could you not care?

For Shu Ling, being lost is equivalent to losing one's soul!

Why does he think so?

I took a good look at myself, it seems that for a long time before, I was indeed in a state of confusion, and even let the world misinterpret it.

Do I really not care?actually not.

Most of the books of our time had their own ambitions, thinking about developing more disciples, and then letting the rulers adopt our views.

I have succeeded, and the country has been revived by the policy of recuperation.

But later generations did not think highly of me. In their view, books like the Tao Te Ching are more suitable to be placed on the top of a tower, rather than used to assist in governing the country.

I tried to prove to them the practicality of the Tao Te Ching, but they gave me the name of "passive avoidance of the world".

Until this time, I finally realized that the ambitions of the rulers are not what they used to be. They are not only satisfied with governing their own country well, but want to continuously expand their territory and annex other countries.

In this way, I was forced to end my political career and became a legendary "spiritual belief", allowing everyone to find a little comfort when they are frustrated.

In a way, there's only so much I can do...

Later, with the rise of popular literature, people gradually associated me with those gods and ghosts.

For a book spirit born to rule the world, this is an insult, but I don't care anymore, and even start to enjoy this kind of idle life.

I have always wondered, "The Analects of Confucius" has been given a high evaluation by the world, and it has always stood at a height that we can't reach, but the guy in Kong Lun always sighs, looking like he has been chased away The appearance of the shelves.

hypocritical.

For a long time, I have commented on Confucius in this way.

In my opinion, he doesn't care whether his ideas can really govern the country well, he is just trying to cater to the ruler's ideas.

The ruler hopes to attract talents, so he avoids mentioning his "middle way" and instead encourages everyone to be obsessed with official careers, even fighting openly and secretly.

Although we were Shulings at the same time, due to our different ideology, the two of us did not have many intersections.

Until one day, a Confucian scholar reached out to the "Tao Te Ching" and explained the contents beyond recognition.

I still remember the first time I had a face-to-face conversation with Kong Lun.

At that time, he was already a big boss in the book spirit world, an existence that everyone looked up to, but he was as shy as a little girl in front of me.

"H-Hello, I'm Ling Konglun, the book of "The Analects of Confucius." He said.

I still can't figure out why he was so shy back then, every time I ask him, this guy just smiles and doesn't say a word.

Since then, he has come to see me whenever he has time.

Because of this, Nanhua asked me whether the Taoist system had been Confucianized.

I denied it back then, but if he asked me the same question now, maybe I wouldn't be able to answer it so simply.

"What are you thinking?" Kong Lun stretched out his hand and shook it in front of my eyes.

"I was wondering how we became good friends," I said.

In fact, it is only in recent years that the two of us have really become close friends.

That period of time was undoubtedly a dark time for the book spirit world, and books were lost almost every day.

Some book spirits were even talking to you the day before, and disappeared the next day, leaving no scum left.

Fortunately, "Tao Te Ching" is based on Taoism, although it has been affected to some extent, but I don't have any worries about my life.

I thought that Kong Lun's situation was similar to mine, but because the Confucian Temple was destroyed and ancient books were burned, when he came to see me, his body turned out to be translucent.

"It's great that you're okay."

Obviously he was about to die, but he showed a relieved smile.

I asked him what was going on, and he said he was probably dying.

"The Analects of Confucius has existed for a long time, even if it really didn't survive this time, I don't feel any regrets." He said.

He is the book spirit of "The Analects of Confucius"! How could "The Analects" be lost so easily?

At that time, my mind went blank, and I could only repeat "it will be fine" over and over again.

If the Tao Te Ching survives, surely the Analects can as well.

With so many scholars in the world, it is impossible for all those who have read "The Analects" to die, right?

"Do you want to make a promise? If we can survive this time, let's go and see what the new world looks like." He said.

"Okay." In order not to let him give up hope, I agreed without thinking.

In this way, after the disaster passed, the two of us came to the 21st century together as agreed.

Before coming here, I was always worried about whether Kong Lun would feel unwell. After all, he almost died during the change of dynasty this time.

However, it turns out that I was completely overwhelmed.

After this guy arrived here, not only did he not show any signs of shrinking, but he tried to integrate into the society here with an unprecedentedly positive attitude.

According to him, if the times do not recognize us, then we must work harder for it.

"If you don't work hard, you will be a little bit unwilling to face death again one day." He said, "If possible, I would like to go to the further future with you to see what the new world looks like .”

Maybe this is the difference between Confucianism and Taoism.

Faced with the same situation, I chose to take a detour, but Kong Lun chose to face the difficulties.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why he can be favored by the ruler?

"You laughed again." Kong Lun said, "Recently you've always been like this, staring blankly by yourself, and then there will be various cute expressions on your face."

cute?

To be honest, I never imagined that one day I would be described with such a word.

"Yes, you are cute. Although it may not be appropriate to say that, you seem to have become cute recently." Kong Lun touched his chin and said, "Maybe you didn't realize it yourself. Sometimes you meet my eyes. If you go up, you will subconsciously stagger, and there is a feeling of guilt."

"No!" I retorted.

In fact, I knew what was going on in my heart, but wouldn't it make me look like a pervert if I just admitted the secret filming?

"Well, it's also possible that I was wrong." Kong Lun spread his hands and said.

I feel like he still has something to say.

Sure enough, after a while, he said again: "Well... I may have to go back tomorrow."

go back?Where are you going?

I was a little dazed and didn't react right away.

"Go back to the book spirit world, let me go back to the meeting over there." He smiled wryly, with a helpless expression on his face.

"The Analects of Confucius" is really extraordinary, even if you are on vacation, you can't live in peace.

I asked if I should go back with him, he glanced at my feet, shook his head, and said, "You should stay at home and recuperate well."

QUQ Am I rejected?

April 7

cloudy weather

Kong Lun left early in the morning.

Although he usually runs outside, but for some reason, thinking that he has returned to the world of book spirits, I always feel that the house is very deserted.

What do I usually do when I am alone at home?

I thought about it, and it was nothing more than watching TV, or simply sitting there in a daze.

However, when I did these things according to my usual habits, I couldn't calm down and kept thinking "what is Confucius doing at this time?" who"……

Why is my mind full of that guy? !

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself to think about something else.

However, the strange thing is that no matter what I was thinking at the beginning, when I realized it, that thing would always be inexplicably connected with Confucius Theory.

Does that guy usually have such a strong sense of presence?

I took out my phone and could hardly restrain my hand from wanting to send him a message.

But he just left!

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to contact him so soon?

I threw the phone aside and stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling.

white... snow...

I suddenly thought of an interesting thing.

At that time, Kong Lun and I had just met for a short time. Once we accidentally chatted about the snow scene. He said that the most beautiful scene he had ever seen was "a man in a lonely boat and a hat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow".

"That scene has an incredible beauty, like an ink painting."

He said that, and he actually drew that scene for me.

"How?" he asked.

I told him that the painting is good, but the artistic conception is not enough.

I have seen an unbelievably beautiful scene.

It had just snowed heavily at that time, and everywhere was covered in white snow, and for some reason, a flock of white birds gathered on the white snow.Those birds have big round eyes and are very cute. They look like elves in the snow.

Kong Lun handed me the pen and asked me to try to draw that scene.

I drew the scenes in my memory very carefully, but after seeing it, Kong Lun had an uncontrollable smile on his face.

The reason is very simple, the snow is white, and those white birds standing in the snow look like some round snow balls, completely unable to feel the poetic flavor I described.

I insist that it's just because I'm not good at drawing, and I don't have the feeling I want to draw.

But think about it carefully, sometimes some things can only be felt by oneself, and it is difficult to accurately convey them to others with words, words, paintings and the like.

For example, the artistic conception of "White Birds in the Snow", or the inexplicable feeling in my heart for Confucius.

"Confucius theory..."

I muttered his name once, and suddenly there was a throbbing in my heart.

That guy always said that I have changed recently, maybe this throbbing is the reason for the change?

I sighed faintly, and inadvertently glanced at the couple's cups on the table.

By coincidence or by design, the two cups were arranged exactly as I saw them in the supermarket.

From the front, the two cats on the cup appear to be kissing.

kiss……

I suddenly felt my cheeks burn, and hurriedly picked up the phone to try to hide my embarrassment.

At this moment, I suddenly saw a pop-up window on Weibo.

Clicking on it, it turned out that those netizens collectively begged me to start a live broadcast.

What is a live broadcast?

I looked it up online, and it was probably just to find a group of people to chat with me to pass the time.

Are those guys so boring?

But having said that, I am really free now...how about satisfying them?

With this in mind, I followed the online tutorial and opened the Weibo live broadcast.

"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Fuck?! So the blogger is a fan?"

"6666666666666"

"Responsive.jpg"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Selling peanuts, melon seeds and mineral water in the front row"

"Where's the blogger? I want to see the blogger!"

"Hey, hello? Did I not turn on the voice? Or did the blogger not speak?"

"Can't hear the sound +1"

"The blogger said something~"

"Is the blogger looking for a voice changer [funny]"

Are these talking guys real people?

Looking at the rows of text floating on the screen, my mood is a little delicate.

"So what is the content of the live broadcast? Is the blogger going to show us around his home?"

"Visual guess that the blogger is a girl, the house is too clean"

"Get out the fake fans! The blogger is a master of explosive machines! He is a real man with strong bones!"

"Actually, my sister's house is not necessarily so clean..."

I watched them talk from the pattern of my wallpaper to the brand of the TV, but they couldn't get a word in at all.

Are these guys really chatting with me?

"Um... can you hear me?" I asked.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"awsl"

"Voice changer! It must be a voice changer! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh , this little brother with such beautiful voice, how could be sand sculpture blogger?"

"Ah~ I'm in love"

"Can the blogger say one more thing?"

"Blogger, can you show us your face?"

"?????????"

"What am I missing?"

"The anchor just spoke"

I couldn't help laughing out loud when I saw those bullet screens.

These guys are so much fun.

"The sound of laughter is so su!"

"According to experience, the anchor must be a fat man! Generally, those with such a nice voice are fat!"

"I actually came in with the mentality of learning, and then... why do I feel like I have to bend?"

What does bend... mean?

Bending over laughing?He probably also thought these barrages were funny.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"I have confirmed the tone, our fairy sand sculpture has not been dropped"

"Curved is GAY"

"No, no, no, don't listen to his nonsense. Wan means being sophisticated and smooth."

"Listening to Jun's words, I instantly comprehended the philosophy of being a human being"

"Serious nonsense.jpg"

"Philosophy"

Seeing that the content of the barrage was out of my cognitive category, I tried to bring the topic back to my familiar field.

"Do you usually read the Tao Te Ching?"

"dont see"

"Next Question"

"have not seen"

"Hahahahahahaha, I know this trick"

"Hello Tao Te Ching, goodbye Tao Te Ching"

"Please return to the human form and talk to us right away"

"Is this the book spirit?"

"Don't be afraid, anchor! The Three Character Classic is here to escort you."

"The Three Character Classic doesn't have a book spirit yet." I couldn't help but reply.

"Hahahahahahahahaha, slap in the face on the spot."

“So much fun”

"fun and interesting"

"Eat melon.jpg"

"Anchor: I have a setting in my heart"

"A Dream of Red Mansions Comes to Escort"

"The Bible Comes to Escort"

"Harry Potter Comes to Escort"

"Hahahahahahaha Harry Potter? You're laughing!"

""The Analects of Confucius" came to escort"

"The Analects"?Is it Confucianism?

I clicked on the barrage with trepidation, but it was an account I didn't know.

For some reason, my heart suddenly felt lost for no reason.

"Is the anchor still there?"

"Offline again..."

"Don't show your face, bad reviews."

"So what's the purpose of this live broadcast?"

"Nothing, just want to find someone to chat with me." I said.

It may be that the disappointment in my tone was too obvious, and the style of the comments in the barrage changed suddenly, all of which were words of comfort.

They asked me if I was broken in love, which made me feel even more melancholy.

Breaking up in love at least proves that you have been in love, and I haven't even started yet...

"Since there is no beginning, everything is possible!"

"Fighting!!!!!!!!!"

"Come on, anchor!!!"

"Go!!!!"

"I suddenly have a problem. The anchor's voice is so nice, yet he failed to pick up girls. How ugly he is..."

ugly?

I subconsciously reached out and touched my face.

I really didn't pay much attention to my appearance before, but many people praised Kong Lun for being handsome.

Kong Lun's appearance belongs to the sunny and healthy type, while I am just the opposite, looking very gloomy.

From their aesthetic point of view, I probably do belong to the category of ugly.

Thinking of this, I sighed heavily.

"It's okay!!!! Look ugly, live long, look handsome, age fast!!!!!!"

"It's okay to be ugly, the anchor is so fun, the other party will definitely be tempted!"

"Good-looking skins are the same, and interesting souls are one in a thousand."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"Hey... I traded my appearance for an interesting soul and voice, and my invincible good luck... Seems like it's not a loss?!"

"Anchor!!!!!!! You are so rich!!!! Smash her with money!!!!!!!"

"He's a man." I corrected.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!"

"So you are crooked!!!!!!!!!!"

"Shocking big secret!!!!!!!!! Explosive news!!!!!!!!!!"

"You are obviously curvy, but you told us that you don't know what crooked is..."

"My brain makes up a poignant love story."

"It's a bit difficult... I think GAY is more concerned about face?"

"It still depends on the figure...how about the host go to lose some weight first?"

Although most of their suggestions seem unreliable, I am still a little moved when I see everyone's enthusiastic contributions.

Kong Lun is right, this is indeed a good era.

I have never met these people, and I can't even say that we met by chance, but they are willing to help me like this...

I want to save these bullet screens, but I don't know where to point them.

"Anchor, do you see a small circle in the upper right corner? Click it to save the barrage"

I didn't expect that the person in the barrage would lie to me. Hearing what he said, I clicked the small circle in the upper right corner without thinking.

The result can be imagined, not only failed to save the barrage, I also accidentally changed the rear camera to the front camera.

Now everyone knows what I look like...

"Well... do you think there is any hope for me to grow up like this?" I pursed my lips and asked pretending to be relaxed.

"Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Bah! There's no need to save this at all!"

"awsl! What kind of beauty is this!"

"Anchor, do you have any misunderstanding about 'ugly'?!"

"Look at me in the mirror and cry out loud"

"As expected, all the good-looking ones go to the base"

"Darling, I suggest you check your eyes here"

Are they trying to comfort me?

I looked at myself in the lens, my face was pale, my eyes were lifeless, and I felt very depressed looking at it.

The only thing that can be obtained is that the facial features are relatively delicate.

In this way, they also think it is a "prosperous beauty"?

"No, no, no, no, mourning is cute now! Super cute!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow , envy qaq"

"Can you confess to failure like this? It's unreasonable!"

"This color...doesn't match Weibo's painting style, QUQ"

"The contrast is cute!"

"I unilaterally declare that this anchor has been contracted by me."

"Contract +10000000"

The author has something to say: I am very sorry! ! !I will definitely make up what I owe tomorrow! ! !

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