(twenty five)
Sun Ge imagined the scene of being held in his arms, and suddenly shivered, and a dense layer of goosebumps appeared on his arms.
The picture is so creepy, weird, and scary.
Step by step, every step is taken very steadily.
Steps are also every step on Xin Qiji's life.
Solid and comforting.
Hearing Xin Qiji's breathing getting heavier and noticing that every step became slower and heavier, Sunge patted Xin Qiji's shoulder and said, "Stop."
"Young man, I can't do it. I have to practice again."
Xin Qiji's eyes widened and he wiped the fine sweat on his forehead. Ruyu's face turned red and looked quite embarrassed.
"What, do you think I want to praise you, grandpa?"
Sun Ge smacked his lips, these words sounded so much like curses.
It's not her problem, it's the words.
Xin Qiji stood in the shade. The ancient trees beside the mountain road cast green shade, and the branches and leaves were shaded. The breeze blew on his face, bringing a cool feeling.
"Grandpa is right."
"You still have to practice."
Sun Ge raised his eyebrows, his grandson is well-behaved again?
"Grandpa, if my grandson has something he doesn't know, should I ask?"
Sunge sat on the steps without any image, casually pulled a leaf from the roadside and put it between her lips. She glanced at Xin Qiji in surprise. How could she, the grandson of one of the representatives of the Bold Sect, be hesitant?
"When you licked the iron rod before, you didn't ask me if you wanted to lick it."
The serious atmosphere was extinguished with the flick of a finger.
Xin Qiji:...
Whose grandfather recorded black history so clearly!
Just remember it clearly and draw a picture to remember it!
Xin Qiji snorted proudly, but after all, he still didn't have the guts to be disrespectful to his grandfather.
"Are you a wise man?"
Sun Ge was confused, his facial features were all squeezed together.
Wise man?
What wise man?
"Is it the wisdom that the wise reveal before they are enlightened, and that the fool secretly achieves success?"
"Or is it the wisdom that a wise man never falls in love and a fool is willing to fall in love?"
If she calculated it this way, she could barely put some gold on her face and admit that she was a wise man.
"The Master once said that if a family is wise, it will surely prosper."
"This is destiny."
Xin Qiji took off the fan from his waist and fanned Sunge skillfully.
Sun Ge shook his head without thinking, "I'm not."
"Our nation has never lacked smart people or people with lofty ideals."
"Thousands of years of civilization have spread across the vast stars, and the bloodline inheritance has been continuous. Unyielding and unwillingness to admit defeat are the spiritual inheritance engraved in the bones. The feelings of family and country that sacrifice one's life for righteousness are even more deep in the blood."
"You may be temporarily defeated, but you will never surrender."
"Now, in your opinion, it is your grandfather who is trying to turn the tide and try to resist the Jin Dynasty. But even if there is no grandfather, there will be people who will continue to throw their lives and blood to resist foreign enemies, and they will succeed sooner or later."
"It's just sooner or later."
"This is never because of the so-called wise man who knows everything about the world and knows everything he can."
"Essentially, it is the spiritual inheritance and national spirit that is engraved in our bones and fused in our blood."
"Not only was my grandfather not, but neither was the rest of them."
"Abandoning illness alone is not enough to change the world."
If Xin Qiji realized something, his fanning movements slowed down.
Sunge didn't urge him and let the breeze from the mountains blow by.
She was happy to answer Xin Qiji's questions.
She is also willing to tell her what she knows and thinks.
They are relatives, teachers and students.
After a long time, Xin Qiji came back to his senses and said, "Thank you, grandpa, for your guidance."
Sunge chuckled, "It should be."
If you raise a child by yourself and don’t give guidance, is it possible that you still have to give guidance?
Sunge put his hand on Xin Qiji and went straight down the mountain.
On the carriage, the Sun singer rested his elbows on the carriage, and the curtains swayed.
Xin Qiji rides a horse, full of youthful spirit, wearing bright clothes and angry horses.
The difference between old age and youth is white hair and black hair.
The same thing is the pride in the chest.
Just like what Xin Qiji once wrote, who can ask whether Lian Po can still make a living even if he is old?
Sun Ge lifted up the curtains and suddenly said, "What do you think about what your mother said about the maid in the same house?"
The fifteen-year-old boy was still immature in her heart.
But I can't stand it, others don't think so.
Xin Qiji in history was also a chic and romantic man with many wives and concubines.
After being sober, in order to please his wife, he wrote down his journey through the ages. Knowledge. Gentle in the east and white clouds in the west. Get up and look up at the green window. Questions all over. Liu Lingyuan has a good wife.
You can also write a farewell to the woman with fireworks. I heard that at the east end of the beautiful road, passers-by have seen the moon under the curtain. The spring river of old hatred flows continuously, and the new hatred clouds rise thousands of times.
She doesn't criticize this.
She has read books and experienced different time and space personally. She knows that the evaluation of historical figures cannot be measured and required by current standards, nor can it be divorced from the social reality at that time.
Such is the world.
Having a wife and concubines is not a stain.
Xin Qiji, who was on horseback, froze. "Grandpa, my grandson is still young, so don't be anxious."
"Yeah, still young."
Sunge sighed.
"Qiji, my grandfather has no objection to your red sleeves adding fragrance."
"But now, after all, it's a bit premature."
Xin Qiji's ears were red as if they were about to bleed, and he hurriedly said, "My grandfather said that, but my grandson didn't mean it."
"only……"
Sun Ge waved his hand, "Where is your mother? Grandpa will ask your father to solve it."
Because she constantly urged Xin Wenyu and the doctor checked his pulse on time, Xin Wenyu did not die young.
His wife, Mrs. Sun, naturally did not feel depressed and passed away.
Xin Qiji here has a happy family.
My grandfather was wise and wise, and my parents were loving.
Well, she was definitely not praising herself.
"Thank you, grandpa."
Xin Qiji flicked the reins, and the horse became much faster.
Returning to his mansion, Xin Qiji took a short rest before setting off for Yanjing.
Xin Wenyu was very worried, and Mrs. Sun even burst into tears.
Sunge is actually the calmest person.
"Why are you panicking?"
On the surface, she is still a conscientious and diligent official of Jinting, and she receives a salary.
Xin Qiji is her grandson who became famous at a young age and has a bright future.
This is like a duck to water.
Even if the world is not peaceful, she still hopes that Xin Qiji can go out for a walk.
Not just Yanjing, but also all over the country.
Only by seeing with your own eyes and listening with your own ears can you most truly perceive the black and white good and evil in this world, know the struggles and sufferings of ordinary people, and understand the darkness and injustice in this world.
If she can succeed, Xin Qiji's shoulders will be more than just leading troops to fight, drinking, and writing lyrics.
Her grandson cannot and should not grow up in a square city.
Sun secretly wiped away the tears on her face and said, "Father, if the news leaks, wouldn't Qiji be in danger?"
Xin Wenyu tugged on Sun's sleeve without leaving a trace, giving a secret reminder.
But Sun's motherly heart prevailed.
"This is Qiji's choice."
"I, the son of the Xin family, can die in the wind, but I cannot live in a pile of powder."
"Qiji is green pine, green cypress, and green bamboo."
"I will take root in the soil and be fearless of wind and rain."
Eight hundred thousand words! ! !
