The daily life of the Analects and Tao Te Ching

April 8

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"The questions those people asked were not at all what I imagined."

To this day, Kong Lun is still brooding over the content of the live broadcast.

"Look, I told you a long time ago...the questions they ask are not easy to answer." I patted his head and smiled lightly.

If they were asking about the big truth, maybe we could talk about it for a long time, but what they asked was such trivial matters.

First meeting... first conversation... first heartbeat...

If they don't ask, I'm afraid these things will always be buried in the depths of our memory and never come out.

Compared with humans, the lifespan of book spirits is really too long.

I originally thought that with the passage of time, Kong Lun would forget some bad memories, but I didn't expect him to remember them all clearly.

"This kind of thing is hard to forget even if you want to." He lay on my lap and stretched his waist. "After all, the '24 History' is still there. Even if we don't mention it, they will help me remember it."

After a pause, he continued: "But if they didn't mention it, I wouldn't have realized that I had suffered so many disasters."

"Huh?" I motioned for him to continue.

"First, they burned books to bury Confucian scholars, then they became tools of the rulers, and then that happened again," he said.

He should be relatively lucky, right?After all, "abandoning all schools of thought and respecting Confucianism alone" is not just casual talk.

Due to the large number of Confucian scholars, except for a few dynasties, most rulers respected Confucianism and Confucianism.

What about becoming a tool of rulers?Most books don't even have a chance to be used as tools.

To give the most obvious example, when a hundred schools of thought contended, each school and faction had its own masterpieces, but how many were actually handed down?

Some schools have not even survived their names...

Think about it carefully, isn't the reason why we established Taoism at the beginning because we couldn't compete with Confucius and others, and couldn't find a place to stay in the court?

"You are also very powerful. At the beginning, there were many book spirits who wanted to establish a sect and establish a religion. In the end, only Taoism really persisted." He said with emotion.

"Always working hard, individuals will feel tired, so they need a reason to stop and rest." I laughed, "This is called doing what you like."

When Confucius heard this, he nodded thoughtfully: "They want to pursue longevity, so you made up stories about asking immortals..."

"This has nothing to do with me at all!" I raised my hands to prove my innocence, "I still don't understand what's going on."

"But you appear frequently in the story, almost like a god would memorize the Tao Te Ching." He said.

How many boring scripts does this guy usually read?

Thinking of the shameful descriptions in those fairy tales, I inexplicably felt my cheeks burn.

What a shame!

"Maybe it's because I'm famous." I muttered, "Using my name to bluff around."

If it weren't for those guys, I probably wouldn't have been called "ghosts and snakes" and "feudal ignorance".

"What a pitiful book spirit." Kong Lun laughed, "I remember you complained about it before. Someone tried to find a way to live forever and become a soldier from the "Tao Te Ching"?"

"Yeah, I didn't even know I had that ability." I said helplessly.

The job of the book spirit is to know the appeals in the hearts of readers, and then let them understand through words, and then solve the appeals.

However, many people who read "Tao Te Ching" held some strange ideas, which made me unable to work at all.

Obviously the whole book talks about letting nature take its course, but they still want to find a way to "go against the sky" from it. If they can't find it, they say that the book is unfathomable and cannot be understood.

They never gave me a chance to speak!

Kong Lun couldn't stop giggling after hearing my complaint.

"So you have the same distress." He said, "But your situation is a little better than mine. After all, most people who read "Tao Te Ching" do it voluntarily."

"Have you ever met someone who is reluctant?" I asked curiously.

Kong Lun nodded and sighed: "Although those people are reading the book on the surface, in fact they didn't read it at all. They were thinking about other things, which made me extremely embarrassed."

"No way, who made you a book for the imperial examination?" I gloated.

It’s okay not to talk about these things, but when we talk about these things in the past, we suddenly have an illusion that we seem to be really old.

Although Shuling will not experience life, old age, sickness and death like ordinary people, the past years are indeed engraved in our memory.

"Think about it carefully, who watched the live broadcast yesterday, maybe only one percent of our age?" I murmured.

I had some exchanges with those people before, and most of them were around 20 years old.

"However, they are worried about our affairs." Perhaps thinking of those bullet screens yesterday, his expression suddenly became very gentle, "Actually, I didn't have much affection for this era at first, but I met some After people, I feel that this era is not as bad as imagined."

"Repaying grievances with virtue?"

"Small grievances are not enough to repay, but big grievances can be punished by all the world wants to punish. To obey the same in the world is virtue."

This guy has become more and more familiar with the contents of the "Tao Te Ching" recently, which makes me always feel a slight sense of shame.

"The weather is nice today." Kong Lun murmured, looking out the window.

The sun was shining brightly outside, in stark contrast to yesterday's stormy weather.

"Yes." I agreed.

"Do you remember what you promised me yesterday?" he asked.

Before I could answer, he sat up suddenly, imitating my tone and said, "Tomorrow is the time to go out."

Yesterday's tomorrow is today... This is probably the legendary "you can escape the first day of junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth day".

I sighed and asked him where he wanted to go, but he couldn't tell why for a long while.

"You don't know where to go, okay?" I looked at his distressed look and found it a little funny.

If you just look at the appearance, how can you not think that he is more than 2000 years old?

"There are too many places I want to go, but not enough time." He said in a muffled voice.

"That's something that can't be helped. If you go back too late, there will definitely be trouble." I said.

In the past, there was a precedent for the book spirit not returning on time. At the beginning, everyone didn't pay much attention to it. However, after a few days, the book suddenly became a heavenly book that no one could understand. It was almost lost because it was too difficult to read. .

"If you lose your life because of this kind of thing, it's not worth it." I laughed.

Kong Lun didn't speak, and squatted on the sofa with his legs crossed, his expression a little lonely.

"After we go back...can we still live together like this?" He asked in a low voice.

In theory, it should be possible, after all, "The Book of Songs" and "Chu Ci" are now living together.

But in this way, wouldn't the entire book spirit world know about the relationship between the two of us?

"The Analects of Confucius" and "Tao Te Ching" are together, other book spirits will definitely be surprised.

"It's good that you don't get bored," I said.

Confucian book spirits always have a lot to say when they get together, but we are different. Even if we stay in the same room, we are all busy with our own things, and we rarely talk.

"Is that so?" He had a surprised expression on his face, as if he couldn't imagine such a scene at all, "The last time I went to see Nan Hua, I thought he was quite talkative."

"He does talk a lot, especially when he's half asleep," I said.

To be honest, when I see those witches and other characters on TV, I always have a sense of déjà vu when I see Nan Hua.That guy always said some specious things with his eyes slightly closed like this, and sometimes he liked to tell some weird stories.

I even found out that Nanhua once accepted apprentices here, and specially taught them how to pretend to be gods and ghosts. If not, why do most of these psychics look like him?

"I think the stories he tells are quite interesting, not as repulsive as others." He said.

It should not be impossible to reject people thousands of miles away. I feel that everyone is still very friendly, and at most they just ignore him.

"Why are they ignoring me?" Kong Lun didn't seem to understand.

"Because I don't know what to say." I thought for a while and said, "Except for Nanhua, everyone else seems to be more concise."

"What about you?" he asked.

"I only have five thousand words for the whole article, what do you think?" I said.

After a pause, I said again: "But if the person I'm chatting with is you, I can talk about [-] words in one breath."

Kong Lun pursed his lips, his eyes filled with smiles: "What do you want to say with [-] characters? Could it be that you tell me a story like Nan Hua?"

I am definitely not as good as "24 History" in telling stories, but if he wants to hear it, I can tell it.

"Want to hear a story?" I asked.

He thought for a while and shook his head slightly.

"I want to go out for a walk." He said, "I won't see such a bright sunshine when I go back."

There is no time in the book spirit world, and naturally there is no change in climate.

"Let's go." I said, "Go out and bask in the sun."

The cat in the corridor came back earlier than usual today, and it seemed that it couldn't stand the sun-exposed weather.

As soon as it saw us, it immediately came over and rubbed against my trousers, with an intimate gesture.

"It likes you very much." Kong Lun knelt down and patted the cat's head.

The cat also cooperated, squinting its eyes with an expression of enjoyment, and made a "purring" sound from its throat.

"Did you know? When I blow your hair for you, you have the same expression." He chuckled.

Although I said no on my lips, I actually agreed with this statement in my heart.

The cat's expression looked very happy, and I felt very happy at that time.

"If we go back, what will it do with it?" He said softly.

"It was originally a wild cat. If it can't find food here, it will naturally go to other places." I said.

For some reason, I suddenly felt a sore nose, and my heart was filled with an emotion called "reluctance".

If one day, it finds that no one will prepare food for it, it will probably think that it has been abandoned again, right?

Maybe feeling my sadness, the cat raised its head and "meowed" at me, as if to say "Even if you go back, I can take care of myself".

The sun is shining outside, but my heart is full of clouds.

He probably saw that I was in a bad mood, and said with a smile, "I think it will miss you in the future."

after?

The lifespan of a cat is usually only a dozen years, which is just a flick of a finger for Shu Ling.

Maybe when I come back next time, the place will have completely changed.

Even if there are still cats, it won't be the one I'm raising now.

I'm not a person who likes to drill into a dead end, but when I think about what will happen in the future, I always feel dull in my heart.

I didn't even think about saying goodbye to those friends I met online.

It would be impolite to leave without saying goodbye.

But if I say goodbye, how can I tell them?

"Just say you're moving, and there's no internet there." Kong Lun suggested, "Or just tell them the truth and tell them you're going to another world."

"What are you going to tell the neighbors?" I tried to get some reference from him.

"Moving." He said, "Because of work, I have to move to another city."

This is really a good reason to make no mistakes...

The two of us walked aimlessly along the path.

The sun like a fireball hangs high in the sky, scorching the earth, and the heat waves on the ground burn people's skin.

It may be because the weather is too hot, there are no people everywhere, and even the swings that children compete for on weekdays are empty.

Having said that, although the swing has existed for a long time, I have never played it. Seeing that it is empty today, I am inexplicably eager to try it.

"Sit on it, I'll push you from behind." Kong Lun said with a smile, "It's hard to get out once, and I can't let you go back with regrets."

"In that case, I still have to thank you." I said.

He didn't speak, but pushed behind me.

Obviously he didn't use much strength, but the swing was successfully swayed, and I had the illusion that I was flying in a trance.

There is also a swing next to it, and Kong Lun sits on it and swings by himself, and the swing gets higher and higher.

"How do you do it?" I asked.

"Guess what?"

He didn't tell me directly, but I quickly figured out how to swing as high as he did.

"The Book of Songs used to set up a swing in the yard, but then he took it down again."

Swinging around, he suddenly chatted about the past.

"Why?" I was a little puzzled.

"When he set it up, many people said he was not doing his job properly, but after setting it up, everyone lined up to play, even "University", "The Doctrine of the Mean" and "Mencius" they were no exception." He said.

Three of the "Four Books" were mentioned by him, and the other one was himself.

If I'm not mistaken, he should have been involved at that time.

"When did it happen? I didn't hear the wind at all." I said.

"We can't do it ourselves, so how dare you let you hear the wind again?" He laughed, "Because there were too many people playing, everyone couldn't settle down and work hard, so we demolished it .”

"The Book of Songs must be very sad, right? After all, it must have taken a lot of effort to put it together." I said.

I've dealt with that guy before, and he's crying and laughing a lot, and he's very emotional.

To be honest, I was a little scared to deal with him, I always felt that I couldn't keep up with his rhythm.

"It's not that I didn't return it to him, but just moved it. At that time, they lived together in "Chu Ci" and "Nineteen Ancient Poems". We thought about those guys every day, so we put the swing there. Appropriate... Now that I think about it, "Book of Songs" and "Chu Songs" come together, maybe we have a part in it." He said.

I don't know what mood he was in when he said this, but his expression clearly said, "My good cabbage is just like that, let a pig get it."

This made me think: If other book spirits knew about the two of us, what expressions would they make?

The author has something to say: I am not feeling well today and the OTZ update is a little less...

QAQ sorry...