Chang'an: Qinglian Sword Song

Chapter 30 Preface
In the afternoon when the cicadas were chirping, the sound of reading books came from the mechanism workshop in the narrow alley.

"The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, it is suspected to be frost on the ground, raise your head to look at the bright moon, and lower your head to think about your hometown."

Li Bai raised his head, looked at the poems hanging on the wall, and commanded proudly: "Come on, everyone, read it with me again!"

Under the temporary table made up of moving boxes, the children looking up blinked their eyes and began to recite again under Li Bai's command.

After confirming that the dozen or so children were fully familiar with it, Li Bai nodded in satisfaction, and then continued to explain:
"This homesickness poem vividly expresses the poet's feeling of living in Chang'an and missing his hometown. The first two sentences seem to describe the scenery in a straightforward manner, but they actually pave the way for the nostalgia and longing behind.

From raising one's head to bowing one's head, just two sentences poured into the wanderer's sorrow and loneliness.I hope that everyone, like me, can deeply understand and appreciate the poet's talent.

Today's homework is to read and recite this poem by heart, and write it silently once at home. Is there any word that I don't know?I'm here to teach you..."

The children in the audience were stunned for a moment.

A brave child even forgot his parents' advice and made a face on the stage: "Slightly slightly slightly, Mr. Li Bai brags about himself, don't be ashamed!"

"Obviously it was made just now. I saw it all."

A child with braids pointed to the paper and said, "The ink is not dry yet!"

"This, this is not poetry."

The child biting his finger sniffed his nose and stammered: "Poetry, poetry is not like this. Dad said that poetry is those things that look hot and incomprehensible to the eyes."

The other children recalled what the gentlemen taught before, and nodded: "Yes, yes, it's too simple!"

Li Bai was helpless immediately.

Instead of being angry, he came down from the podium, picked up the children who made faces at him, rubbed them hard, and then said with a smile: "No, this is poetry."

"It's the worst kind of poetry to show one's abilities by relying on squishy teeth and uncommon characters. The best poetry should be the one that everyone can understand."

He said, "It can be understood by people, can make people feel their own mood, can make people feel the best dream and the most real you, as long as it can meet the requirements of this point, it is poetry."

"Then I know, this is a poem about homesickness." A child asked, "Does the master also miss home?"

Li Bai picked up the finger-gnawing child in his arms, dried his nose, and nodded earnestly: "Yes, sir, I am so good, I will actually miss my hometown."

"What is hometown?" asked a child.

Li Bai thought for a while, and replied seriously: "Hometown is the place where you were born, and you will miss it no matter where you go."

"Then, then I know."

The child in Li Bai's arms raised his head and looked up at him, "My mother said, my family came from Anlefang, but Anlefang didn't know where it went, and my father and mother missed it very much. I think it must be ours." hometown."

"Where is Mr.?" The bold girl asked, "Where is Mr.'s hometown?"

"Oh, in the clouds, far, far away."

Li Bai replied with a smile: "It's far away, but it's beautiful. No sea or mirage can compare to it. No matter how long it takes to go there once, it won't be a pity.

There are very high mountains, large lakes, and a wide wilderness. There are thick clouds covering the land like a quilt. After being illuminated by the sun, it looks like the legendary sky. "

He paused for a moment, thought for a while, and gathered the children together, "Come on, I will teach you to recite one more... The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, amidst the vast sea of ​​clouds, the wind blows tens of thousands of miles across the Yumen Pass."

So, the sound of reading aloud sounded again.

When Xun Qing and the others came back, they saw such a scene.

In the courtyard, Li Bai, who was making a mess with the children, was already dirty and his white clothes were covered with dust, but his smile was the same as those of those children, pure and happy.

"Mr. Li Bai can really take care of the child?" The father who came to pick up the child sighed in amazement.

"Of course."

Li Bai proudly picked up the girl on his shoulders and spun around like a giant falcon, triggering a series of laughter like silver bells.

"Look, how well we get along."

Xun Qing couldn't help sighing, "Because you are just like a child..."

"Yes, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the king of children."

The guest, who was suppressing his laughter, shook his head: "No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a gentleman."

"Why doesn't it look like this? Come on, children, show your uncles and aunts what you have learned today."

Li Bai raised his hands, and the usually naughty and lively children gathered obediently. Under Li Bai's command, they began to recite the poems they learned today aloud.

Everyone still held their own homework in their hands.

It has aroused the astonishment of many parents.

It’s hard to imagine that the famous writer in Chang’an not only helped bring up the children for his family, but also taught them so many poems, which made the parents who came to pick up the children feel even more grateful. They didn’t know what to say for a while. .

Li Bai rubbed the children's hair, sent them to their parents, and made an appointment with the children to play together next time.

Just like that, he waved his hand and watched them go.

"thank you."

Xun Qing, who had been busy all morning, returned home and slumped on the chair, not wanting to move, but untied the black gauze wrapped around his arm, and put it on the table.

"It's just taking the children to read a book. There's nothing hard to do." Li Bai shook his head: "I always think that children are naughty and refuse to obey. But many times, as long as you listen to them carefully and talk to them seriously, it will be fine." .However, there are many elderly people who don't know such a truth..."

Xun Qing shook his head: "If everyone was willing to think like you, the world would not be so troublesome."

"Is the worship done?" Li Bai asked.

"Yeah, it's not as complicated as you think, but it's just a trip to the place where the abandoned workshops are located below." Xun Qing sighed, "It's just that every time I see it, it doesn't make me happy. .”

Falling worship.

Just like offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods during the Ghost Festival, after experiencing the catastrophe of the landslide more than ten years ago, the survivors of Anlefang have lost their families and loved ones no matter who they are.

Every year at this time, people will spontaneously go to pay their respects.

Li Bai really didn't like the solemn and sad atmosphere, so he simply stayed at home to help the neighbors who couldn't find time to take care of their children.

And Xun Qing, in addition to offering sacrifices to his parents and younger sister, will also pay respects to Lu Gong's deceased wife and son who died young this year.

After Lu Gong survived the most dangerous time a few days ago, his condition has calmed down, but he is old and weak. He has survived his whole life. After surviving this calamity, he has no strength anymore and fell into a long lethargy .

All the doctors in Chang'an who came to see him were helpless.You can only recuperate, and you must be prepared to never wake up for the rest of your life.

As Lu Gong's top organist, even if he is drowsy, there are also famous doctors from the Chang'an Imperial Medical Office for daily diagnosis and examination, and there is no need for Xun Qing to serve him anymore.

He can also spare more effort to devote himself to the election of Fangzhu.

"The Great Elder of the People in the Cloud sent Chen Shi to come once before to advise you to change your announcements and announcements." Li Bai said, "You are not at home, so I declined for you... However, the announcements you posted are Really?"

Even he couldn't believe it.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Xun Qing, as a candidate for Fangzhu, made a political promise.

Not only the taxes and fees to be paid for the daily operations of the residents have been reduced to the limit, but even the maintenance fees of public agencies have been completely exempted, and even the various privileges of the owners themselves and many conveniences that others take for granted have been voluntarily given up.

If things go on like this, even becoming the owner of the shop may not be of any benefit, instead, he will lose a lot of money every year.

"In fact, there will be no loss, because after the franchising fees within the commercial Shangfang City are exempted, the taxes and fees brought by commercial operations alone are enough to cover the daily maintenance and update of the Fangshi, and I operate as the owner of the Fangshi There are also special convenience and channels.

Besides, don't forget, I am also a mechanism engineer, which saves a lot of expenses for hiring other mechanism engineers to maintain it. "

Xun Qing explained: "In fact, everyone has been surrendering these years, it's just that I have surrendered a little more."

"Be careful that you will become a thorn in the side of others."

Li Bai relayed the advice brought by Chen Shi, "Maybe there are tricks that can't be put on the table."

"Isn't there still you?" Xun Qing smiled and rolled up his sleeves: "When the time comes, let them experience the swordsmanship of the swordsman."

"You guy, you know how to send people."

Li Bai shook his head, but he didn't dislike him. Instead, he praised Xun Qing's decision.

If in the past he felt that these slight reductions were insignificant, now he can feel how precious every little bit of savings is to ordinary people.

Even if you can save one dollar a month, you can save one or two dollars a year, your wife can cut an extra piece of new clothes, and your children can afford more repairs. If you save for a while, you can buy new things at home .

There can be a little more smiles on the faces of the family members.

The so-called happy life is achieved by accumulating in this way.

"You will become a good owner, Xun Qing." He nodded in approval.

Xun Qing shook his head and laughed at himself: "No, I just... just copied the previous regulations of Anlefang."

Their home and hometown before the Great Crash.

In the past, for some people, Anlefang was just a place that looked rustic and not high-grade, with a mixture of fish and dragons and untouchables.

But for every resident, it is an irreplaceable home, a place where everyone who lives sincerely can smile regardless of race or status.

In just a few decades, countless wandering outsiders have found homes in this huge city that they can return to.

As the leaders, they were also orphans, two self-made brothers in Chang'an City - Ge Shujue and Ge Shuquan.

Elder brother Shujue used to be the leading mechanism engineer in the poor family in Chang'an City, and was the benefactor of Mr. Lu Gong and Xun Qing, while younger brother Shu Quan was the owner who silently paved the way for his elder brother behind the scenes and made Anlefang his home. .

At that time, the existence of the two brothers was so radiant, even if they did not appear in the generals and wear gold and silver because of this, there are still countless people who believe that the Chang'an Dream exists.

It is precisely because of the existence of Anlefang that the once-high-ranking owners of the workshop are forced to gradually sell their benefits to benefit the residents.To this day, when the Great Elder talks about the two brothers, they all praise them as heroes of the EMI.

However, a big avalanche destroyed everything.

Ge Shuquan died in that disaster because he was unable to evacuate in time, and Shuju, the organ master who was the defender of Fangshi, died a year later—even after the investigation by Yu Hengsi, it was just an accident, and he did not have No responsibility, but the heavy pressure still made him choose to commit suicide.

Since then, there has been no more Anlefang.

The former residents wandered all over the place, struggling to make a living in various squares and cities, and some left this sad place forever.

Until the new Fangshi will be born.

Just thinking about the difficulties and pressures to be faced next, Xun Qing's stomach hurts, causing Li Bai to bring a cup of hot water and sigh helplessly.

"Now you are like this, if you really become the owner of the workshop in the future, I'm afraid you will suffer."

"Then cook."

Xun Qing shook his head: "Didn't everyone come here in the same way these years? No matter how difficult and painful the day is, you can always get through it."

Li Bai had nothing to say.

If Xun Qing really has any advantages, apart from the amazing courage that occasionally explodes, I am afraid that there is only this kind of courage that I don't know if it is called breaking a pot or a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

I have been barefoot for so many years, how can I be afraid of wearing shoes in the future?
(End of this chapter)