If you work hard and change the fate of your family and yourself, it depends on what you are going to do now.

Zhang Yue looked for books from the desk with confidence. These were all books that his second brother had read over the years. He chose a book of Mencius and planned to read it seriously, but cruelly found that despite his perfect Chinese proficiency in the third year of high school, he could not read it.

Can't understand classical Chinese.

Sad!

But it’s okay!

Where there's a will, there's a way!

A forced and unyielding smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Yue's mouth: "It's okay if you don't understand, just memorize it first and then talk about it."

The sound of reading aloud could be heard upstairs.

Mencius met King Hui of Liang. The king said, "Sou, you have come from a thousand miles away, will you be able to benefit our country?"

Mencius said to him: "Why does the king need to talk about profit? There is only benevolence and righteousness."

Zhang Yue sighed while reading. Although he didn't understand what it meant, it was indeed a sage's words. Every word he read was very powerful, and he felt particularly powerful after reading it. It was really worth memorizing it and pondering it.

So Zhang Yue read more and more attentively... Half a quarter of an hour later, he was lying on the table and fast asleep.

Over the past few days, Zhang Yue always dreamed of a five-color sparkling magic pen spinning around on his head.

Suddenly, he drew a stroke in front of him, as if an ink painting was split in front of him, with ripples rising in circles.

A scene appeared in front of him, but he saw an old man in simple clothes holding this pen and saying to a young official: "I have a five-color pen in my arms. I will lend it to you now. I will come back to get it back next year."

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"Student Jiang Yan is very grateful to the god for teaching me to write. I don't know the god's surname?"

The old man smiled and said: "I am Zhang Jingyang!"

Is this an allusion to Jiang Yan? Zhang Yue, who was standing by, couldn't help being surprised when he saw this.

At this time, a five-color pen flew out of the old man's arms and into the hands of the young official.

The old man stroked his beard and said: "Articles can teach people to be good, but they can also lead people to do evil. Articles are moral, so you should choose those who are good and follow them!"

"Students note."

After saying this, the official held the pen and pointed at a few places, but he saw that there was no paper in the air, and several flowers bloomed on the ground.

The official slashed into the void with his pen, and the whole person disappeared.

The old man was the only one left in front of him.

The old man pondered for a while and seemed to be talking to himself: "There are only you and me here, what do you want?"

Zhang Yue knew that he was in a dream, and he didn't know who the old man was talking to.

But he saw the old man looking at him.

Zhang Yue was startled, as if he was watching TV when the person inside suddenly looked at him. It was really shocking.

The old man smiled slightly and said: "My pen has been given to Jiang Yan, what do you want again?"

"Me." Zhang Yue found himself speechless.

The old man looked up at the sky and saw the stars in the sky hanging upside down and the stars all over the sky.

The night wind blew the corner of the old man's clothes: "Since you and I live here together, let me give this to you! You must keep this sentence in your heart, 'Everything in the world is like a young man's heart, and it is clear and deep in dreams.'"

After speaking, the old man stretched out his hand and nodded to himself.

At this moment, Zhang Yue's feet suddenly became empty and he fell from a height of ten thousand feet.

When Zhang Yue woke up with a start, he saw stars dotted outside the window and fishing fires everywhere on the stream.

Zhang Yue stared at the books on the desk with his eyes wide open, and discovered a terrifying thing. Wasn't I reading? Why did I fall asleep again?

Could it be that reading a book is really good for...sleeping?

What kind of books are you still reading? Learn as early as possible and then turn around!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yue suddenly stood up in despair, and was suddenly stunned as to why what happened just now was so real.

Zhang Yue thought it was very ridiculous, but when he closed his eyes and wiped his sweat with his hand, he was shocked to realize that what he saw the old man going through in his dream was still vivid in his mind, and he remembered it very clearly.

Zhang Yue was shocked to realize that most people would forget most of the things in their dreams after waking up. How could it be like this? It was as if a video was recorded and stored in a hard drive, and this hard drive was his brain.

Could it be that everything I experienced just now was not a dream?
Chapter completed!