In the early summer of the sixth year of Xiping, the weather was warm and warm. After a slight drizzle, the entire Mang Mountain was surrounded by a layer of vague mist, and the rising sun shot out a brilliant platinum light, unintentionally rendering a hazy color train on it. Along the ridge of Mang Mountain, it continues to extend to the horizon. In addition, the mist breeze blows gently on the mountain road, and the green forest forms waves. No matter whether you look at it from a distance or up close, it makes the young people who are about to climb the mountain feel relaxed and happy.
Most of these teenagers were dressed as Confucian scholars, wearing various long robes and brocade robes, turbans and turbans on their heads, and a pair of wooden clogs that had just been replaced with straw ropes on their feet. Everyone was in high spirits. In addition, he was followed by about six blue-headed servants and two pack horses. The packs on the backs of the pack horses were filled to the brim. If you took a step or two, you could hear the sound of drinks sloshing among them.
The oldest Yuan Benchu stood at the front. His face was already outstandingly handsome, but against the gorgeous brocade, he looked even more radiant at this moment, like Kunshan white jade. The several young men following him were all similarly dressed, but slightly younger. Among them, the older Cao Cao and Xu You had already served as Lang Guan in the mansion of Taiwei Yuan Wei, and the other young men were Confucian Yuan Shu, Zhang Miao, and Bao. Xin and others had not yet had time to wear Yuanfu, so they put their hair on their heads and tied it in a bun.
They were obviously going to have fun on Mang Mountain. When they passed the checkpoint at the foot of Mang Mountain, the soldiers guarding the road saw that they were unusual at a glance. After a cursory look at the road sign, they let them set foot on the mountain road. When they were far away, the leading officials couldn't help but discuss: Last year, His Majesty expanded the scope of the party's imprisonment, and many people from clans and counties were locked up in their homes. However, these teenagers can still play freely around Mang Mountain. It must be another ten years. In twenty years, they will all be important figures in the government.
The young people don't care what these white bodies say. They are in their prime at this time and they only care about their own thoughts. The climb to Mang Mountain this time was just a whim of Cao Cao, who proposed to Yuan Shao that he wanted to visit the tombs of the ancient sages and enjoy the wonderful scenery of Mang Mountain.
But the boy was a boy after all. After walking for a while on the mountain path full of graves, they soon got tired of it. After all, no matter how many ancient tombs there are, they can't see the difference in their eyes, and they won't feel any emotion: It's just a handful of loess, but they can't admire the greatness of the sages from it, so what can they admire? ! After thinking of this, the teenagers began to run on the mountain road. They took steps like a carnival and kept passing the names around them that had changed history: Yi Yin, Boyi, Shu Qi, Zhang Yi, Su Qin, Lu Buwei... these have already been The mound surrounded by green grass silently watched the footsteps of the teenagers, watching them run all the way up the ridge of Mang Mountain.
That afternoon, Cao Cao had already reached the front. Although he is short in stature, he seems to have infinite strength in his body, allowing him to flexibly shuttle under various branches. When everyone was left behind, he felt an unconcealable joy and wanted to keep running, as if he had turned into the wind and all the trees were swaying to his own rhythm. Until he was exhausted and panting and stopped, he looked back at the way he came and found that the bushes had obscured it. This made Cao Cao a little proud. Then he looked around and found that he had almost climbed to the top of Mang Mountain. There was a big rock dozens of steps away. There were no trees around to block his sight. It could be used as a platform to overlook the north and south.
Cao Cao climbed up with great effort. After standing up straight, his sweat became cool due to the breeze. He looked to the north and saw the turbid Yellow River rushing from the west, constantly lapping at both banks, and then stirring up one after another. Many small boats are ferrying among the snow-white waves. No matter how experienced the fisherman is at the helm, the boats will inevitably sway due to the rapids. But no matter how the movement in the river changes, the willow trees on both sides of the river are completely indifferent and only respond slightly to the breeze. Groups of wild geese fly overhead, which is a common sight and does not circle around for a moment. For some reason, this combination of movement and stillness made Cao Cao feel relaxed and happy. He looked down at it for a long time, and suddenly said to himself: "When Duke Zhou spits out food, the world returns to its heart!"
Unexpectedly, at this time, a voice came from beside him and said, "Duke Zhou is not buried here. You should mourn Yi Yin." The words were so abrupt that Cao Cao almost thought it was a mountain monster jumping out. But Xun Sheng looked around and saw that the person speaking turned out to be a young man. It turned out that he was sitting on the other side of the big rock. Cao Cao didn't notice it when he climbed up. Seeing that the young man was about the same age as Yuan Shu, Cao Cao wanted to put on airs and scold him, but when he met the young man's gentle eyes with a smile, he somehow opened his mouth, as if there was some amazing power in it.
Cao Cao had no choice but to say: "The characters in Mang Mountain are all boring, so I only pay tribute to Duke Zhou."
But the young man refused to give up and said: "Duke Zhou is the younger brother of King Wu, so he can feed the world. Are you a member of the Han family?"
This question made Cao Cao angry, and he retorted: "It is true that I am not a member of the Han family, but can't I help the country? I never look at my family background. Speaking of which, my ambition is greater than that of Duke Zhou." !”
"Oh? Unexpectedly, I met a strange man today? What are your ambitions?"
Hearing the young man touting himself as a wonderful man, Cao Cao felt a little excited, but when it came to his specific ambition, he hesitated: "I, I plan to be a general of the Han Dynasty in the Western Conquest, just like Duan Taiwei, who fought for the peace of the country. Hu fights the barbarians. First defeat the Western Qiang, then attack the Three Koreans, massacre Jiaozhi, and make a great contribution to Xianbei! Leave a good name in the history of history, protect all people and bring peace!" At first, Cao Cao was a little timid, but as he spoke, Cao Cao became excited again, and he The sound became louder and louder, until finally it sounded like the cry of wild geese.
However, the young man's reaction was beyond Cao Cao's expectations. He did not look down upon him or agree with him, but looked at himself and said in an extremely calm chanting tone: "Fighting for the country and asking for orders for the people are all... It’s a good ambition, but it’s just too difficult to achieve.”
These words made Cao Cao feel like a confidant. He jumped off the boulder, patted the young man on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are younger than me, why do you speak so maturely? When you are young, you should be high-spirited! If you don't dream at this time, , what else will there be to miss when I get old!"
The young man didn't reply. He turned around and looked back to the south of Mang Mountain. Cao Cao looked over and saw Luoyang City under the sun. At this time, the sun is shining slantly on this thousand-year-old city, and you can see that it is surrounded by mountains and has several wide official roads running through it, leading to countless streets. Each of them divides the Luoyang Basin into a grid, and many Houses like black dots are dotted here and there. The wheat in early summer has already grown, and you can see the lush green waves of wheat, while the pure white smoke is rising from the houses, and many farmers who are as hard-working as ants are still working in the fields. Everything is calm and beautiful. .
This kind of peace that seemed to last forever infected Cao Cao, causing him to have an idea: Have there really been so many great generals and battles in this world? Shouldn't life in this world be like what it is now, what it was like tens of thousands of years ago, and what it is like tens of thousands of years from now? But then he thought that it was precisely because of those characters that such a great and ordinary scene existed.
At this time, Cao Cao turned his attention to the young man beside him and found that his eyelids were slightly drooped, and there was a hint of sadness in his pupils. He was a little curious and asked directly: "What are you thinking about?"
The young man glanced at him and said, "I didn't think about anything, I just like it here, so I often come here to look at it from a distance."
Cao Cao changed his question and asked again: "Then what is your ambition?"
The young man was stunned. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, obviously thinking about whether to answer this question. But seeing Cao Cao's sincere eyes, he still replied: "My ambition is to hope that after passing this life, I can have a clear conscience!"
This sentence greatly disappointed Cao Cao. He shook his head and said: "What kind of ambition is this? Do you want to be a hermit?" He continued to look at the lush Xiong'er Mountain and Liuyun in the south, pointed to the sky and said: "The heaven and earth are so diverse, like thousands of armies. After a while, you see, can it be that there is no barrier in the chest and no heroic aspirations?"
But the young man said: "You don't understand. Being a hero is simpler than this. Xiang Yu destroyed the cauldron and destroyed the Qin Dynasty. After Gai was defeated, he had no face to face his elders in Jiangdong; Shizong expanded the land and conquered the sea. He lost his son in old age and later became a shaman. He was poisoned and heartbroken; not to mention Xiaobai starved to death at the high wall, Zulong collapsed in the sand dunes, Bai Qi was ordered to commit suicide, and Wu Qi was attacked by hundreds of arrows. Throughout the ages, how many heroes? It is difficult for them to have a satisfactory ending. That's why I It is my ambition to live my whole life with a clear conscience."
Cao Cao was originally high-spirited, but after hearing the young man scolding these people, he quickly became discouraged. He found that someone had painted a picture that he had not thought about in the past, which was how many thorns there were on this road, perhaps more than He thought he was much crueler. But he quickly realized that the boy in front of him was younger than himself, so why did he sound so old-fashioned? So he asked with a smile: "You still haven't said, UU read the bookwwwｗｅWhat exactly do you want to do?"
Seeing him smile, the young man laughed too. He said, "I don't know either, so I'm speaking in a loose tone. I just hope that when I get older, I will still be who I am now and won't change."
Cao Cao understood a little now. In fact, the young man was saying to stick to his ideals and never give up, so he patted the young man on the back and said, "Then I am the same person as you!"
At this time, Yuan Shao's voice came faintly from the distance. He must have lost track of Cao Cao and was anxiously calling for his companions! Cao Cao knew that he was going back to the team. He responded in the direction he came from and looked at the young man with an apologetic look. To stop this conversation that started and ended inexplicably, he said: "My surname is Cao Cao, and my surname is Meng." De, you are the son of Dahonglu Cao Song, what is your name?"
The young man looked at him with wide eyes, and after a long time he replied: "My surname is Chen Mingchong, and my courtesy name is Tingjian. My family ancestor is Chen Shi, the chief of Taiqiu."
Cao Cao said "Oh" and climbed back quickly. As he walked, he waved to Chen Chong and said, "Chen Tingjian! I remember you!"
The young Cao Cao made a big move. He jumped to the other side of the stone, and his legs opened a clear grass mark. The surrounding bushes swayed, as if pearls were shaken off. And his voice was even louder, echoing constantly on the top of Mang Mountain, just like the young man's spirit, seeming to pierce the thick and endless sky. Chen Chong watched him until his figure was obscured by the trees, then slowly turned back to look at the sunset over Luoyang. The vast colorful clouds reflected on the once pure clouds seemed to be the sky's response to the boy's call.
This scene made the sixteen-year-old Chen Chong smile, but he soon fell into a daze again and couldn't help but think: Who will be here with me tomorrow?
(Complete book)
