It's time.
As if knowing that today is the day of farewell, the usually scorching sun has become gentle, hidden in the clouds, and lost its direction.
The reflections of the poplar trees and the school are intertwined, mixing restless enthusiasm and gentle coolness.
The small courtyard of the school was filled with fellow villagers, rubbing shoulders and backs, but everyone was extremely quiet.
In front of the adults are children sitting cross-legged. Even the most naughty children are now paying attention and listening carefully.
For a moment, the entire Tongjia Village seemed to be filled only with the sound of the wind blowing the leaves and the gentle voice of Yi Ning.
"Spring is coming to an end, and before I know it, I have been with you for more than two years."
"The past two years have been very slow. It has been so slow that Diao Chenger has not yet established a good relationship with Ting Wu."
After saying this, everyone looked at a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old with a strong build.
Hearing his husband talking about himself, the young man scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, causing the villagers to make fun of him.
In the school, this child was the most enthusiastic about breeding Ting Wu, which also led to him having the most contact with Ting Wu.
"Moo~" Ting Wu walked out from the shade of the steps and rubbed his head against the boy.
The boy touched the buffalo's head, laughed and shed tears, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I will miss you."
"Moo~"
Yi Ning's eyes were gentle and she continued: "The past two years have been very fast, so fast that we have to say goodbye in the blink of an eye."
The laughter of the villagers stopped suddenly, and silence returned to the scene.
"Thank you very much for your help in the past two years. In fact, I know that even if I am not a teacher, you will still give me a bowl of food, just like you give me money to raise a child."
Yi Ning took Tongqian and bowed to the villagers together.
The villagers pursed their lips and said nothing.
Tong Wu stepped forward and touched Tong Qian's head: "Your father, your grandfather has been growing up in Tongjia Village all his life. Tong Qian, you will always be from our Tongjia Village. If you go away with your husband on this trip, don't lose our Tongjia Village." Face!"
Tong Wu spoke harshly, but his hands couldn't help but tremble. Tong Qian felt the rough palms and didn't say that he would grow taller if he touched his head. He just bit his lips and clenched his fists.
"Today is my last class at Sanliang Book School."
Yi Ning looked at the sitting dolls and said, "I will not teach new knowledge in this lesson. Sir, I want to recite the Three Character Sutra with you, okay?"
"Okay!" the children said in unison, their voices loud and firm.
Yi Ning started: "When humans are born, their nature is good. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart."
"If you don't teach, your nature will change. The only way to teach is to be specialized." The children shouted.
Then came the parents behind them: "Xi Meng's mother chose a neighbor. If your son doesn't learn, he will lose his chance."
It's funny to say that adults care too much about their children's studies and often recite things more fluently than the children.
Under the poplar tree, Wang Yangming no longer talked about whether the meaning of the scripture was right or wrong. He raised the corners of his lips and joined in reading: "Dou Yanshan, there is a righteous way. Teach the five sons and they will all be famous!"
Confucian immortals chanted poems, and the heaven and earth became clear and bright.
Jiang Yi, the immortal master sitting in the sky, was looking at the sky. Wang Yangming shook his head gently. Jiang Yi held the junior ceremony and slowly retreated.
The reading continued, Yi Ning held Tong Qian in hand and stood up straight.
The first lesson taught in this calligraphy school is the Three-Character Classic, and now it is perfect to end it with the Three-Character Classic.
I don’t ask you to care about your family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs.
I only wish that the sound of wind and rain and the sound of reading could be heard in my ears.
...
Seeing you off thousands of miles away, we must say goodbye in the end.
Yi Ning stepped on the pale Gobi desert, turned around and said to the hanging villagers behind him: "Go back, it's not a life and death separation, I will come back when I have free time."
"Then let's make an agreement, Mr. Yi, don't lie to anyone!" Tong Wu shouted.
The villagers also echoed: "We pickle one leg of lamb every year for our husband, just waiting for him to come back."
“The cabin will also be cleaned regularly to prevent my husband from losing his place when he comes back!”
Their words to each other made it seem as if Yi Ning would return to Tongjia Village in the next second.
Among them, the head of Zhangjia Village was in the most complicated mood. He murmured: "It's okay to leave. My girl is already sixteen and not married yet. She talks about Mr. Yi every day. It's okay to stop thinking about him completely now." "
Tong Qian tugged at the corner of Yi Ning's clothes. Her eyes were still gray, but she looked back three times as if she could see Tongjia Village.
"Don't want to leave?" Yi Ning asked.
"Just take a look." Tong Qian immediately shook his head. After saying that, she bared her teeth and smiled: "Hehe, it's just leaving home. It's such a big deal, but Tong Qian is reluctant to leave."
"So brave?"
"certainly!"
"Your master is extremely weak. When you grow up, you must protect your master."
"Whoever dares to offend Master, I will let Qian Qian chop him down!" Tong Qian took out the withered yellow wicker from his waist and slashed twice at the air.
Money, the new name of this wicker.
Tong Qian already knew that there were silver and gold on the copper coins. It happened that the wicker was yellow at this time, so "money" got its name.
The wicker "money" arched the willow leaves and bent over with laughter, as if hearing a big joke.
Protect? Does your master need protection? Ha ha ha ha!
"Huh?" Yi Ning glanced down at it.
The leaves of money unfolded instantly, and the willow tip kept rubbing against Yi Ning, trying to please him.
Behind them, old village chief Tong Wu and the others were still shouting, but their style of painting was a bit wrong.
"Mr. Yi, the teacher you mentioned will be here in two months, so you have to honor it!"
"Ting Wu, are you really not planning to give birth to a litter before leaving?"
"Moo?!"
"Tingwu, don't run away!"
"Moo!!!"
...
Leave it at that.
Yi Ning walked from dusk into night, and the stars had already filled the navy blue sky.
Wang Yangming fell from the sky and appeared in front of Yi Ning.
"Trouble." Yi Ning said.
"It's a small matter. The imperial court will transfer two responsible teaching gentlemen from nearby cities to the village in the near future. As for the gentlemen's fees, I have already paid for them a hundred years from now."
After Wang Yangming finished speaking, he threw a ring over and said, "Time is too busy. We can only find medium-sized rings in the domestic market."
Yi Ning took it, penetrated the ring with his consciousness, and a space of a hundred square meters appeared in his perception.
"That's enough." Yi Ning put the ring on, and then he looked at the thing in the ring, a little confused, "What is this?"
A crystal clear, snow-white soft insect appeared in Yi Ning's palm.
After the soft worm appeared, it rolled around and the aroma of wine emanated from it.
"This is a wine bug. Putting it into wine can enhance the quality of liquor. Even if it is turbid wine, after soaking it for one night, it will taste like fairy wine." Wang Yangming said in a proud tone.
"Good stuff!" Yi Ning raised his eyebrows, put the bug back into the ring, and then handed it over to Wang Yangming, "I won't say thank you. See you again."
"Goodbye! I will hide everything about Brother Yi." Wang Yangming returned the greeting, and then his figure drifted into the Gobi Desert.
Yi Ning looked at the place where the other party disappeared and murmured.
"Wang Yangming, are you the same person as the saint in the history of the earth? Or is it just a coincidence?"
"The history of the heaven and earth here and the history of the earth are like forked branches. What is going on?"
"What's under the path of reincarnation?"
"Is the Three Saints in the Ascension Realm or the Lost Two Realms?"
There are too many mysteries in this world, and Yi Ning must discover them one by one, so that he can safely establish the path of an eternal medical family!
"Master, what are you talking about?" Tong Qian asked.
Yi Ning picked her up, put her on Ting Wu's back, and moved forward slowly: "I will tell you when Tong Qian grows up."
"Master, where are we going?"
"Capital."
"Where is the capital?"
"Ahead."
"Where is the front?"
"As long as you don't stop, wherever you go, you will always move forward."
The wind blows, and a Populus euphratica flower keeps spinning around Yi Ning. Whatever happened today, we will see each other again in the past.
