Chapter 116 I really want to see the truth of this world
"Wu Xiaofe, you don't burn the fire well in the kitchen, why come here again?!"
The scolding sounded from the side.
Xiao Baojing looked for a reputation. She had seen the young man talking before. They were those white dove young men who were good at painting.
Wu Xiaoshi's shoulders with towels, the too thin body looks like dysplasia, sincerely: "I want to learn to learn art! I have been in the palace for three years, please see you in my devotion. , Teach me to read and recognize words, painting and poetry! "
The white pigeon boy retorted: "You were recruited as a fireman, not as a student! What's more, you have no money and no talent, why should I teach you?!"
"But I will work hard! Look, these are the flowers, birds and figures I drew with burnt charcoal. Is it much improved compared to three years ago?"
The man held out a crumpled painting as if he were offering a treasure.
The flowers, birds, and figures in the painting are crooked and awkward.
Several young men from Baige took one look at it and laughed.
They waved their hands and said: "We can't understand what you're painting at all, so you'd better leave! Painting is not suitable for you, and lighting a fire in the kitchen is more suitable for you!"
Spring passes and autumn comes.
Every three years, Wu Xiaoer would devoutly beg the masters in the academy to teach him how to read, write, paint and write poetry, and show them the results of his hard work in the past three years.
But everyone was laughing at him whimsical, saying that he had no talent at all.
The moon is sinking, time is ，.
Wait until thirty years, and the painting saint is finally about to complete all the murals in the temple.
It was a winter.
Wu Xiaoer appeared outside the temple again and shouted: "Painting Saint, please accept me as your disciple. I am willing to do anything! I can endure any hardship!"
The painting saint is immersed in the world of painting.
In three more hours, he can complete this masterpiece!
This palace full of murals will become a handed down work.
Snow snow was set up outside the temple.
The snow gradually became heavier and fell on Wu Xiaoer's head and shoulders, almost turning him into a snowman.
And he is old.
Thirty years of time have carved wrinkles on the corners of his brows and eyes, but his identity has not changed. He is still the person who lights the kitchen in the academy.
He was frozen with red cheeks, rubbed his frozen hand, and said earnestly: "Please draw the sanctuary, please accept me as an apprentice!"
The white pigeons appeared in the corridor again.
Wearing feathered clothes, they were reserved and elegant, and commented: "You never accomplished anything when you were young. Now that you are old, how can you have the energy to do it again? Wu Xiaoer, you should understand that you are old. You That’s how it will be in this life.”
"But when I was young, you refused to climb the resources to me. Of course, when I was old, I still looked like this!" Wu Xiaofei argued, "I am not bad now, I want to pay back. I can live for ten more, please take me as an apprentice, I will work hard! "
The white pigeon teenagers said: "It's too late. What can I do for ten years? In order to enter the school palace in this life, I never marry a wife and have children. Yes, let's save a little more old -fashioned money, save late scenes. "
"I live for myself. Marrying a wife and having children is not important to me! I heard that the truth of the world is hidden in books. I want to learn more. I really want to see what the truth of the world is. ! Ten years is a long time, enough for me to learn a lot! Please accept me as your disciple, I want to learn so much!”
The old man has white hair, which almost blends in with the color of the snow.
He arched his hands and begged.
But the young people shook their heads: "It's too late! You are already old. You are about to reach the end of your life. There is no need for you to study anymore." The old man watched them holding pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and entered the room he had dreamed of for thirty years. palace.
Snowflakes fell on his eyelashes and gradually melted into snow.
He stood up tremblingly and watched the fan of the palace closed in front of him.
After standing for a long time, he turned around and stabbed into the snow.
From time to time, someone passed by, and pointed at him: "It is because he has not left in the school palace for thirty years, and he has to worship! But he has a low origin and no talent. Holding him as an apprentice, you have to work hard, and the students who work harder than him are not without! "
"This is called not being able to recognize oneself and not knowing how much one weighs! As a man, it's fine if you can't learn anything else, but the most important thing is to learn to accept your fate. If I were him, I would have found him eight hundred years ago. A way to make a living, get a wife and have children! Why should you be poor and ridiculed at your age?”
When the old man returned to the kitchen, he heard the chefs also joking him: "Wu Xiaofe, so -called poetry, songs, and painting articles. You need to learn to burn the fire! "
"Hahahahaha!"
The laughter sounds.
Wu Xiaoer gritted his teeth tightly and clenched his hands tightly.
He sat down in front of the stove without saying a word and continued to light the fire until midnight, when the students finished their supper and went back to their rooms to rest.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
It is the winter season that there is no one on the ice road.
Wu Xiaoer held buckets of kerosene and calmly poured it on various palace rooms.
He held the torch and put the red and hot tongue on the fire oil.
The north wind was raging, flames instantly rose into the sky, and the raging fire quickly engulfed the palaces.
Those precious book collection and scrolls were all torch. Some masters and students had been sucking too much smoke when they reacted, and they could no longer get up to escape.
Wu Xiaoer's unkempt white hair and beard were flying in the firelight.
He watched the so -called painting saint and ran into the palace room with barefoot, shouting "My Painting", and finally buried in the sea of fire with those murals that had been painted for thirty years, and could not help laughing.
He held a torch and ran in the firelight and heavy snow while laughing.
"I can't learn, don't you want to learn!"
"Now I can see clearly that learning chess, calligraphy and painting is of no use at all! There is no truth about the world in books, only the hypocrisy you made up!"
"I want to learn to live forever. From now on, I want to learn to live forever! I want to be a master!"
His voice was old and cheerful, his face was happy and fierce.
He was obviously an old man, but his body was too dry and thin to make him look like a naughty boy.
He was contradictory.
The spirits hiding in the dark watched in horror as he gradually ran away, and finally ran out of the academy to who knows where.
…
Xiao Baojing suddenly woke up from the dream.
She sat up and saw herself lying on the bed of the school palace room.
The sky outside the window was dim and it was already early morning.
(End of chapter)