Master Kong Zhongni

Chapter 33

Kong Li stood uneasy in front of the gate of the academy, looking at the students coming and going in front of the gate, but still couldn't make up his mind to enter the academy.

"Bo Yu!"

Kong Li turned his head and saw that Zaiyu and Zigong were hiding in the alley at the end of the street and punching him.

Jae Yu shouted: "You have to stand up! Be a man!"

"Hey..." Kong Li sighed leisurely: "Forget it, it's all here, what else can I do?"

He entered the academy according to the original plan.

As a result, just as Zaiyu expected, Kong Li was marked by Confucius as soon as he entered the gate.

"Carp! Are you back?"

When Kong Li heard his father calling him, he rushed to Confucius with small steps, and saluted, "I'm back."

Confucius put down the letter in his hand, no joy could be seen on his face.

"I just heard from Zhong You that you arrived in Qufu yesterday, why did you come home today?"

When Kong Li heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned his head to look at Zilu, with eyes that wished he could eat him alive.

Zilu, you made a small report on me again!

Old Zilu blushed, and spontaneously explained: "Master just happened to ask about you, so I just said it casually. I thought you had gone home long ago, but who knew that you never came back at all."

Confucius' face gradually became gloomy: "Li! Where did you swim last night?"

"Father, I went to Zigong's house last night."

"Zigong's family?" Confucius' face softened a little: "Did you go to Ah Ci for something?"

"I used to make paper to help Zigong and Ziwo."

"Paper? What is paper?"

Kong Li was overjoyed when he heard this.

What I said was right, father's attention was all attracted by the paper!

He hurriedly took out a fresh stack of paper from his sleeve, and handed it over respectfully.

"This is paper. It is soft, easier to write on than bamboo slips, and very convenient to make. These are the trial works that Zigong and Zi me gave to you. Look..."

Before Kong Li finished speaking, he heard Confucius exclaiming as he kneaded the paper.

"This is an amazing thing! Although it is not as light as silk, it is much more convenient than bamboo slips."

As a person who has been engaged in clerical work for a long time, Confucius immediately discovered the value of paper.

He hurriedly called the servants, and said to them, "Go get the pen and ink, I want to try how it feels to write."

After a while, the servant brought the pen and ink.

Kong Li sat obediently on his knees to grind ink for his father, while Confucius picked up the pen and thought about it for a while, before dipping a little ink cautiously, and wrote a line of words on the slightly yellowed paper.

——How far is benevolence?I want benevolence, and Siren is the best.

(Is benevolence far away from us? I want to do good for benevolence, then benevolence will come naturally)

After Confucius finished writing, he held up the ink and put it in the sun to admire.

Zilu, who was sitting in the front row, saw it, and read the words on it word by word: "How far is benevolence? I want benevolence, but benevolence is the best. Master, well written!"

On the other hand, Yan Hui revealed a slightly envious expression.

Confucius saw it, so he asked him with a smile: "Do you like paper too?"

Yan Hui shook his head: "It's not that I like paper, but I like the truth on paper."

Confucius listened with admiration in his eyes. He handed the paper to Yan Hui and said, "Ah Hui, you are truly a virtuous man! People love paper, and Hui only keeps his way! Since you like reason so much, then I I will give you the truth."

Yan Hui held the paper with writing on it and couldn't put it down, but this time Zilu was envious.

Zilu begged, "Master, please write me one too."

Just as Confucius was about to agree, a large group of disciples in the back row also stood up.

"Master, we want too!"

When Confucius saw this, he dared not write any more.

He came to teach, not to write Spring Festival couplets for the students.

Besides, there are so many people here, and the papers on hand are not enough!

Confucius held up the paper in his hand and explained to the students: "Even if I want to write, there is not enough paper."

But Zilu didn't care so much, he saw that Yan Hui got the master's calligraphy, he had to ask the master to write one for him no matter what.

Confucius had no choice, so he had to count the remaining paper in his hand to see how much he could write.

Unexpectedly, when he counted to the last page, he suddenly let out a soft snort.

Zilu asked, "What's wrong?"

Confucius took out the last piece of paper, and it was filled with words.

Zilu turned to Kong Li and asked, "Why is there a word on the last one?"

Kong Li hurriedly explained: "Because these papers are trial works, so when I first made them, I just took a piece of paper and used it as a test pen."

"I wrote it? This kid must have written something stupid again, right? You see, the master is so angry that his beard is shaking."

As Zilu spoke, he comforted Confucius and said, "Master, don't be angry. You also know that I have always been like that, but that kid's nature is not bad. I'll just say a few words to him later. Don't get angry."

Unexpectedly, Confucius shook his head slightly at the paper, and a smile appeared on his face.

Confucius' abnormal behavior frightened all his disciples.

"What the hell did my boy write? Why is Master shaking his head and laughing?"

"It's over! I'm mad at my master!"

"Master, don't be angry. If you want to beat me up, you don't have to do it yourself. As long as you open your mouth, I will do it right now!"

As the disciples talked, they were ready to rush out of the academy and run to Zaiyu's house to teach him a lesson.

Seeing this, Confucius quickly reprimanded: "Bring me back! What are you guessing?"

"Master, are you not angry?"

"Why am I angry? Seeing the progress of the students, I am too happy to be happy, so how can I be angry with me? Just like what I said, three days of farewell is really three days of farewell! No matter what happens today , I have to look at him with admiration!"

The students were stunned after hearing this.

The master is full of praise for me, this is really the sun coming out from the west!

Everyone was stunned, but Yan Hui, who was reading Zaiyu's ink, showed a look of shame.

He read out the words on the paper: "Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy that have not been expressed are called middle.

The hair is all in the middle section, which is called harmony.

Those who are in the middle are the foundation of the world.

Harmony is the way of the world.

To neutralize, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, and all things are nurtured. "

(When happiness, anger, sorrow and joy are not expressed, it is called "moderate", and when it is manifested, it is in line with restraint, it is called "harmony". "Zhong" is the nature that everyone has, and "harmony" is the principle that everyone follows. In the realm of "neutralization", the heaven and the earth are in their respective positions, and all things grow and multiply)

Yan Hui sighed and said, "Although I can guard the Dao, Ziwo can comprehend the Dao. Alas, compared with Ziwo, I am far behind!"

　The Sexiest Relationship in the World: The Friendship Between an Author and a Reader.

　　——Excerpt from "Zaiyu's Diary"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)