Year by year, year by year.

In a flash, another ten years have passed.

Su Dao left three years ago. When he left, it was in the winter of that year. He struggled to spend that winter, wanted to live a few more months, and go and see the catkins of the next year.

However, his thoughts could understand the world, but his body could not change the alternation of life and death. In that winter, when snowflakes were flying all over the city, and the entire river of Sucheng had thin ice, he looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, as if eternal.

Wang Lin pushed the wooden chair where he was and walked on the streets of Sucheng. Wang Lin, who was nearly 40 years old, was full of stability and vicissitudes. He was wearing a white long gown and silently pushed Su Dao.

This winter was particularly cold. The falling snowflakes were blown by the cold wind and fell on the two of them. In the early morning, the bells of Sushan Temple in the distance rose slowly, and under the dong dong sound, they could cleanse people's hearts.

"Lin'er, my teacher is leaving... I have no descendants in my life. Your three senior brothers have passed on many principles, but you are the only one who is similar to my thoughts...

I know that you have already realized the theory of cause and effect. Although it is still vague, you will still understand it in the end. What you want to pursue is not just cause and effect.

This mansion is my teacher to give you my teacher.” Su Dao's voice was weak, mixed with the wind, and fell into Wang Lin's ears. Wang Lin was silent, with sadness in his eyes.

Su Dao accompanied him for seventeen years. In these seventeen years, Wang Lin grew up from that ten-year-old boy to middle age. After following Su Dao, Wang Lin learned a lot, learned a lot, and understood a lot.

The snow was very heavy, and under the bell, it covered the eyes ahead, covering the world, Sucheng, and the streets where Wang Lin and the others were.

The sound of the crunching wooden chair pushing seemed faint and undetectable. Only the marks of the two rows of wheels on the ground were like life. Looking back, you can see the long and long time, but you can't see the end.

The snowflakes fell, covering the two lines of marks on the ground, gradually blending together, and even the *** could not be seen.

"Send me... to Sushan outside the city..." Su Daocang's old voice was even weaker, but his eyes were bright, looking at the world, as if he saw the end of himself.

Wang Lin nodded silently, pushed the wooden chair, and slowly walked forward with the creaking sound, towards the end of Su Dao.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Facing the wind, he let the snowflakes fall on his face and hair, and let it melt and become cold and spread into his heart. Wang Lin pushed the wooden chair and walked out of this ancient street and out of Sucheng. From a distance, he saw the hill outside Sucheng.

The mountain is not high, but there is a god.

This god can't see it, but if he closes his eyes, he can see every grass and tree in the mountain in his mind, and he can feel the mountain's breathing in the cold wind. This is enough.

After reaching the peak along the bluestone mountain road, Su Dao was slowly closing his eyes. He could not hold on any longer, but his slightly closed eyes showed a bright light as if it was seventeen years ago.

The eyes are the window of the heart, and Su Dao's body will decay, but his thoughts and the trajectory of his life will never dissipate because they have appeared.

"Bring me on my back, go... there." Su Dao's voice became weaker. Wang Lin walked to him, carried Su Dao behind him, and walked out of the bluestone mountain road in the direction he pointed out. Under the snow, he walked step by step towards a place where no one could go in the mountains.

At that end, there is a lonely grave, which exists in the snow, as if waiting for something, and seems to have been waiting for decades until today.

In front of this grave, Su Dao sat there, looking at the tombstone, his eyes without tears, but soft.

"I'm here... You said you want to keep looking at me, so I'll bury you here so that you can keep looking at me at the foot of the mountain and at home." Su Dao murmured, touching the tombstone, his old face gently pasted the stone, forgetting the coldness on it.

In other words, the coldness of the monument turned into warmth in his heart.

Slowly, he closed his eyes, a soft smile on his face, and lost his breath...

Su Dao, Guixu.

Wang Lin stood there for a long time. He turned around and looked at the foot of the mountain behind him. At this location, he could see Su City and Su Dao's mansion in Su City.

A strong feeling of melancholy permeated Wang Lin's heart. He was confused. He was always thinking about what kind of existence it was in this world.

It is your own past life, your own reincarnation, or a dream. But no matter which one is, you cannot explain all phenomena clearly. As if it is true and false, the circle that lasts forever forever will make people unable to find the end and the end, and can't tell the difference between it.

Half a month later in the seventeenth year, there was another tomb next to the lonely tomb on Sushan, and they were no longer lonely.

In the third year after Su Dao's death, Wang Lin was 39 years old.

His parents were also taken from the mountain village many years ago, but their parents were used to life in the mountain village and were very uncomfortable with Sucheng. After living for a few months, they returned to their hometown and lived an ordinary life in that mountain village.

In the winter of the year when Wang Lin was 39 years old, Wang Lin stood in the yard, looked at the snowflakes floating in, and received the imperial edict from the Emperor of Zhao.

This is the fifth imperial edict in the past three years after Su Dao's death.

The contents of the five imperial edicts are roughly similar, but the words are more gorgeous every time. They all say that Wang Lin wants to go to Kyoto and become the imperial tutor.

In twenty years, Wang Lin's name rose among the scholars of Zhao State. Although he had never left Sucheng in these twenty years, the imperial examination personnel would visit and listen to the teachings every year.

All of this is related to Su Dao, but it is also closely related to Wang Lin himself. During these twenty years, some high-ranking officials and scholars, after their visits, were all impressed by Wang Lin's words.

As everyone knows, Wang Lin inherited the great Confucian Confucian tradition of Su Dao, especially after Su Dao's death, this was deeply rooted in people's hearts.

However, everything is not absolute, and there are still a considerable number of people who do not recognize Wang Lin's existence. They believe that Wang Lin is not worthy of being called a great scholar, and the emperor of Zhao was the main one.

Such voices were scattered before Su Dao's death, but in the three years after Su Dao's death, it became more and more and more. In the three years when Wang Lin was silent, it became a voice of doubt.

Wang Lin ignored this kind of thing. He lived a peaceful life and was accompanied by great blessings.

Wang Lin's silence made those who questioned it even more presumptuous. They admitted that Wang Lin was a disciple of Su Dao, but they believed that Wang Lin was a person who was seeking fame and was not worthy of being a Confucian. Under the promotion of those who were interested, the matter gradually changed violently, and even such a voice appeared in the entire Zhao State.

Wang Lin still ignored this. He watched the sunrise and sunset, the alternation of spring and autumn, felt the heaven and earth, realized the cause and effect, looked for signs of life and death, truth and falsehood, and pursued the *** and end of everything.

Although he was also confused, he kept experiencing life. He didn't want to pay attention to those complicated things, and he was even more reluctant to prove anything. These had no meaning to him, such as children playing and spreading the tongue.

However, the more silent he was, the higher the voices he called, and the more deadly it was among the other three disciples of Su Dao, except for Su San, who was already terminally ill, but the other two stood up and questioned Wang Lin.

As a result, the scholars of Zhao State were in chaos, and even affected ordinary people. The disturbing sounds swept across Zhao State like a storm.

Some people even found the test papers when Wang Lin was a scholar in the science exam twenty years ago, and in a big criticism, he was arrogantly accusing him of being just a scholar.

Under such chaotic calls, the imperial edict from Kyoto of Zhao State came for the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth, pointing directly to Wang Lin.

Even more excessively, it affected Wang Lin's parents. His parents were already old and could have been peaceful in their old age and were respected. However, now, with the constant shouts, even the husband in the mountain village knew about this. As the spread spread, the fingers and fingers in the mountain village made Wang Lin's parents feel angry.

The old man was already old, and Wang Lin's father fell ill in anger.

In the winter of this year, Wang Lin stood in the yard, holding a letter from his family. The letter was written by his mother and asked his fourth uncle to send someone to deliver it.

In the family letter, Wang Lin told his father that he was not in trouble.

Looking at the letters from home over and over again, a trace of anger slowly appeared in Wang Lin's calm eyes.

"Some, it's over." Wang Lin folded the letters of his family, put them in his arms, looked at the falling snowflakes, and spoke slowly.

He had no intention of proving anything. Even if the country's call was high, it would not cause any fluctuations. The word "Confucian" is a false name, so he didn't care.

He was like an old man, just wanted to slowly understand the world.

But there is a degree in everything. Wang Lin’s bottom line is his parents. The anger of parents, the pain of parents, and the sorrow of parents is his anger of Wang Lin, his pain of Wang Lin, and his sorrow of Wang Lin.

"Dafu, let me continue to arrange it. I will give lectures for ten years. From today on, I will welcome people from all over the world to Sucheng to discuss studies with me. Anyone who asks himself that he is beyond me will take this mansion away from me." Wang Lin shook his sleeves and turned around and left.

Behind him, Dafu, who was already old, still looked excited just like twenty years ago. He was also very angry over the past three years. Those who respected him in the past not only gradually alienated him, but also made cold words appear.

When he heard Wang Lin's words today, he was proudly looking forward and hurriedly went down to arrange the matter.
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