Chapter 27 Ten Years of a Dream

Zi said: "Three hundred poems, in a word, he said: 'Thinking is innocent!'"

This is the second in politics.

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Zi said, "Go back, his heart is not against benevolence in March, and the rest is just used."

This is the sixth of Yongye.

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The warm sun shone on his body. Sun Shao looked at the long figure and read the Analects with a soft voice. He was in a trance in a trance. He seemed to understand and seemed to be very strange. The scene in front of him clearly seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he had no impression at all. He looked up and looked at it. It was a beautiful and suffocating face. A pair of big dark eyes looked at him gently, with a light smile at the corners of her mouth. Although there was a faint and unrevocable sadness between her eyebrows, she was happy and happy at this moment. Sun Shaoding looked at this face as if he had known each other before, but he couldn't remember who this beauty was as elegant as a lotus flower. He just felt that a natural family affection rippled between them.

Is it a mother?

"A Man is so good. I read the best today." When the beauty saw Sun Shao looking at him, her eyes smiled like a crescent moon. She squatted down, held Sun Shao in her arms, and gently pecked him on the cheek. Sun Shao smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the beauty's face, but as soon as he saw his hand, he was stunned. His hand was small and chubby, clearly a child's hand.

Did you travel through time again? Sun Shao shouted and waved her hands vigorously. The beauty looked at him in surprise and was at a loss. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by. The beauty was blown up and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving only her anxious voice coming from afar.

"Mother--" Sun Shao subconsciously shouted.

"Young master! Young master!"

Sun Shao opened his eyes and saw Qiao Yue's panicked face: "Young master, are you having a nightmare again?"

Sun Shao took a long breath and looked around with palpitations. The soap bags on the bookcase were quietly piled up there, and a roll of bamboo slips spread out in front of him, with a sentence he had just read in his dream:

Zi said: "Three hundred poems, in a word. Say: I think it's innocent."

"Xiao Yueer, what time is it?" Sun Shao wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and asked feebly.

Qiao Yue gently patted Sun Shao's back, glanced at the bronze leaking pot in the corner of the room, and said with concern, "Young master, just a moment, you can sleep a little longer."

"Oh. Go to bed. I'm fine. Just sit down for a while. Sun Shao calmed down, waved his hand and let Qiao Yue go out. Seeing that he was fine, Qiao Yue answered, covered her mouth, yawned, and retreated.

Sun Shao sat in front of the desk and casually turned over the bamboo slips on the desk. It seemed that he had worked too hard yesterday and fell asleep lying on the desk. He also had a strange dream. He was so scared that he thought he had traveled through time again. However, the beauty's face looks very familiar. It should be a familiar person in the past, but she doesn't seem to have seen much recently. Sun Shao thought for a moment and remembered that the man called him A Man. His voice was very much like a bridge. Is that what the bridge looked like when he was young?

This...the gap is too big, isn't it?

Sun Shao sat in front of the bookcase in astonishment and didn't come to his senses for a long time. The bridge in the dream looks only about 20 years old. Compared with the current small bridge, it looks a little more beautiful. Unlike the small bridge, which is as cheerful and lively as a mountain spring, the bridge is more stable and restrained, warm as jade, like a green spring in the mountains, calm and comfortable, and her voice is as clear as a clear spring. Nothing echoed in his ear:

"Zi said, back, his heart is not against benevolence in March, and the rest is just used."

"The son said, the virtuous man returns, a cup of food, a ladle of drink, in the shabby alley, people can't bear their worries, return does not change their joy, and the virtuous return."

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Listening to that voice, Sun Shao suddenly felt a strange feeling. It seemed that he was particularly familiar with the pile of bamboo slips in front of him. Every word on it was deeply engraved in his heart, as if it had been stored in a corner before, but inadvertently it was turned out by him, with a feeling of reunion after a long separation. He was stunned for a moment, and then thought about it carefully and immediately became ecstatic.

20 articles of the Analects of Confucius. Although he dares not say that he recites backwards, it is not a problem to recite them. One by one, one by one, as in front of him, even some of the notes of the bridge, he had an impression.

Isn't it? Sun Shao was stunned. He was stunned. Is it the talent of the violent baby, or did the bridge teach really carefully at that time? Or this Analects of Confucius is not only an Analects of Confucius, but a good memory, so even the content and the soft voice of the bridge were hidden in the deepest part of his heart by him. Today, the opportunity happened to turn it all out all at once.

Sun Shao opened other soap bags in a hurry and spread out a roll of bamboo slips on the bookcase. A familiar feeling surged up with familiar handwriting, holding him in it, making him unable to do it. Tears flowed freely, dripping on the bamboo slips, turning the black words and red words one by one, gradually The gradient is blurred.

"Zi Han Yan Li, with life and benevolence."

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"The fourth son, no need, no need, no fix, no me."

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"Ji's will cut the dragonfly..."

Sun Shao's nose was inexplicably sour, and tears overflowed his eyes uncontrollably. He lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and sobbed softly. He didn't know whose feelings it was. It was his copycat version or the original one. He was in a trance, and it was true.

"Aman, Aman, what's wrong with you?" The door was suddenly pushed open, and the disheveled bridge rushed in. Sun Shao, who covered his face and cried, shouted nervously, "Aman, Aman, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother."

Sun Shao opened his arms, tightly hugged the thin body of the bridge, and sobbed, "Mother, I'm fine. I... I had a dream that you held my hand and taught me to read the Analects."

The bridge was stunned, looked at the bamboo slips full of cases, and breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing Qiao Yue say that Sun Shao was crazy again. She rushed over without even having time to put on her clothes. She thought that she had pushed Sun Shao to study too hard and made him sick again. As soon as she heard Sun Shao's words, her tears couldn't help pouring out of her eyes. She hugged Sun Shao tightly and couldn't say a word.

Qiao Ying and Qiao Yue rushed over and happened to hear Sun Shao's words. She was very sad. She stepped forward, put a robe on the bridge, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and whispered, "Madam, it's cold. Don't freeze."

The bridge nodded with tears in his eyes, hugged Sun Shao tightly in his arms, wrapped the two of them in a robe, touched Sun Shao's hair, and muttered, "Aman, it's been ten years, it's been ten years, and my mother hasn't hugged you like this for ten years."

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