MTL - For a Prosperous World-Chapter 457 :

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The snow stopped after midnight. When the morning sun fell, the already thick snow on the street had begun to melt away. The sign that was closed in the pub was also removed.

Gu Nan wiped the bar. Rarely, he did not wear waiter clothes, but an ordinary turtleneck sweater with a down jacket.

She doesn't actually feel cold in the winter, but if this weather is only going out in a shirt, it will inevitably be noticeable.

She was going to clean the bar and wine glass before leaving, and as for luggage, she only carried a long box.

"Ling Ling." The door of the tavern was pushed open, Gu Nan's eyes looked at it, and it was indeed rare for guests to come at this time.

A person dragged in a tired body and walked in. This person Gu Nan knew him, that is, the middle-aged policeman who had been drinking here a while ago.

The middle-aged man took off his coat and walked to the bar to see Gu Nan's look. Then he froze, looked back and asked outside the door.

"Are you open now?"

After all, Gu Nan is a dress to go out.

"What do you want?" Gu Nan did not say she was about to leave, but greeted as usual.

This business is not good at all. If she rushes out the business on the door, the wife of the tavern owner will probably be so angry that she can take her leave.

"Huh." After learning that it was still in business, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, pulled his neck tie, hung his clothes on the back of a chair in front of the bar, and sat down.

"It's the same, beer with ice."

It's really a bit overwhelming to drink ice this weather. He's not a young man anymore, but he really needs to refresh himself now.

Last night was big New Year's Eve, and it was supposed to go home to accompany his wife and children, but it happened to catch up with a case when the net was closed, so I had to spend a night outside, and it was only the end of the day.

Now he is not good to go home. He doesn't go back to New Year's Eve. He will definitely be killed by his mouth when he returns home, so it is better to go outside slowly and then go back.

"Your wine." Gu Nan poured the wine well and pushed it to the middle-aged man.

"Thank you very much." The middle-aged man took it with thanks, took a sip, and the cold drink was a bit difficult to swallow, but it also made his spirits better. He looked at Gu Nan in the bar and asked casually.

"Don't go back for Chinese New Year?"

Gu Nan glanced at him without explaining anything, just saying.

"You are not the same."

"Ah." The middle-aged man sighed and nodded holding the wine glass: "Yeah, the same."

Life is hard.

He took another sip of sip, and he took a cell phone out of his pocket and fiddled a few times. A girl appeared on the screen.

That was a video, the girl was playing the piano, not the piano but the guqin. Qin Yin's rhythm is urgent and exhilarating, with a mighty spirit.

In Guqin's music, this kind of violent killing atmosphere is rarely seen, so this track can always be recognized by people.

"Guangling San?" Gu Nan, standing in the bar, asked as if attracted by the sound of the piano.

"Yes." The middle-aged man smiled and pointed at the girl in the video, as if every father showed off his child's achievements, proudly.

"My daughter, who studies music."

But then, with some apologies in his eyes, he originally said that he would like to celebrate the New Year together this year, but he did not return.

This Guangling is considered his daughter's favorite song, and he suddenly remembered what his daughter had told him.

Just because there was nothing to talk about, he turned back to Gu Nan.

"Do you know who the author of Guangling San is?"

Gu Nan wiped the bar and hesitated: "Ji Kang?"

She remembered that person seemed to be called that name, and had heard it mentioned several times.

The middle-aged man smiled and waved his fingers, as if he understood very well.

"It's not Ji Kang, the Guangling Qu has been circulating, and the author is long unrecognizable. However, there are rumors that Ji Kang escaped from the school for a day out and played. As a result, he met an ancient man who taught him. This song. "

In fact, he didn't even know who Ji Kang was, all his daughter told him.

The middle-aged man leaned on the chair, shook the glass in his hand, and the ice cube floated in the pale yellow beer.

"Finally, before this Kang Kang died, he did not forget to play the Guangling San again at last, and it became a complete hit."

He copied the words of his daughter. He said Ji Kang in his mouth, but actually he was thinking of his own daughter.

Gu Nan was finished wiping the bar, listening to the middle-aged man talking to himself, laughing himself.

This bullet is really good.

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Early Wei Dynasty.

"sand."

The fallen leaves on the ground were trampled by footsteps, making a thin sound, and a young man came to the mountains.

The young man was wearing a plain robe, and the style of the robe should be a student of Chinese studies. Perhaps it is worthy to say that the students of Guoxue are all graceful, and with this plain robe, they really have a sense of extraordinaryness.

His expression was handsome, with a simple bun in his head. With a faint smile on his face, he strolled between the mountains and fields, looking at the streams of water with ease.

His name is called Ji Kang, and he is a teenager. He has been admitted to many academic schools that many scholars have dreamed of. It can be said that he is in a good age.

But after arriving at Guoxue, he always didn't go to class. Most of the time he stayed in the countryside or the library of the university.

The friend was puzzled and asked him why. He always said that he was not inadvertently studying, he was just inadvertently entering the profession.

The name of Guoxue is Baijia, which means to inherit and inherit the theory of Baijia. Therefore, there are hundreds of stone statues of famous scholars all over the country ~ www.novelbuddy.com.

Confucianism, Mohistism, Legalism, and Taoism all exist. Confucius who traveled with his own hands, and Lao Tzu who rode a green cow out of the mountain, but Ji Kang always took care of one, and the one in front of Xueshan was not the tall one.

The statue was very well carved. She stood in front of the mountain gate, holding a cane, and the bucket hat on her head was raised slightly, her gaze was long, as if looking at the long road in the distance. There were countless books in the box behind her, pressing her shoulders a bit.

She is like a living person, with her long hair hanging behind her, and even the stone carvings of her clothes seem to move without wind.

In his opinion, the real way of life and study that makes people yearn for is to walk through thousands of mountains and rivers, remember thousands of books, and write like a man in front of a mountain gate.

So he often stops in front of the stone statue, and sometimes talks to the stone statue to himself.

Ji Kang is always indifferent, so it gives people a feeling of being out of this world. Regarding him, there was a joke among his friends.

Once he made tea with people in the mountains and admired the scenery, but forgot to go home when he was content.

Until sunset, a coward passed by, and the coward saw him and was shocked that he had seen a god.

After this fun thing was passed on by the people who played with him, he had a nickname, calling it Xianxian.

Of course, this is just a joke.

"Ticking ticking."

Ji Kang walking on the mountain road looked up, and the sky was gray and light rain.

Helplessly sighed: "God is not beautiful."

Then he smiled again and found a place to hide from the rain.

Thinking, the people on the mountain road continued to walk towards the mountain.

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