The mist is shrouded in the mountains, and the scenery in the middle of the mountain is still awaiting.

Gu She parked the carriage at the foot of the mountain and walked up the mountain with Tao Mo with a basket.

The green forest faced me, and the cool breeze came to my nose. Tao Mo couldn't help but rub his nose and looked up to see Gu She.

But I saw his back lonely and desolate, as if bathed in grief.

"I, I wrote a poem." Tao Mo said suddenly.

Gu Xi paused, his shoulders seemed to be loose, "Oh?"

Tao Mo said: "Do you want to listen?"

Gu She said: "Yes."

Tao Mo said: "The level and tone may be wrong."

Gu She said: "Yes."

"Maybe it's not very rhyme." He has been through a long history and knows a little about the basic principles of reciting poetry.

"Um."

“It’s not too neat.”

Gu She asked directly: "Where is the poem?"

Tao Mo cleared his throat and raised his head and said, "Wind, wind, wind."

“…”

"Blow the face."

“…”

“Refresh and refreshing.”

“…”

"Two people walk in the stream."

“…”

After reading the poem, Tao Mo looked at Gu She's back nervously, hoping that he would encourage him in his heart, but he felt that he was doing a bad job. Gu She should not speak well. "How is it?" He was silent for too long, and he finally couldn't help asking.

Gu She said slowly: "I am experiencing the refreshing and refreshing artistic conception."

Tao Mo's face turned red, "I, I'm ugly."

"No, there is progress." Gu Shedao, "at least you have recited Luo Binwang's "Ode to the Goose."

Tao Mo said in surprise: "How do you know?"

Gu cried back, smiling and smiling.

Tao Mo stopped, his heart thumped out, until Gu She's back was about to disappear into the winding path, and then he realized that he quickly followed him.

When I reached the middle of the mountain, there were many pilgrims coming and going. When I saw the red eaves and yellow walls rising on the mountain, Tao Mo realized that there was a temple on the mountain.

"My mother is buried in the back mountain."

Gu She led him through the temple.

When we reached the back mountain, fewer pilgrims and fewer people.

Tao Mo saw a tea shed next to the trail and couldn't help but wonder: "Why is this herbal tea shop open in the back mountain?"

Gu She looked at him and his face was cold.

Tao Mo was shocked by the cold air on his body.

"There are always boring people in the world." Gu She said coldly, and walked down the path without looking back.

After passing by the tea shed, Tao Mo looked inside curiously. There was only a middle-aged scholar sitting in the shed with a strong face.

The two of them looked at each other, and Tao Mo suddenly felt a sudden sensation in his heart and hurriedly opened his eyes.

"Little brother." The middle-aged scholar suddenly called him.

Tao Mo saw Gu She's figure getting smaller and smaller, and said anxiously: "What's the matter with sir?"

The middle-aged literati said: "It's boring to sit alone, can you be with me?"

Tao Mo said: "I came with my friends, so it's not convenient to stay."

The middle-aged literati said, "Are you going to worship your ancestors?"

Tao Mo was anxious and said, "Yes. I still have something to do. I will talk to you in detail next time."

The middle-aged scholar smiled slightly, and immediately two great men rushed out from the side of the road and blocked Tao Mo's way.

Tao Mo glared at the middle-aged scholar in shock and anger.

The middle-aged literati said: "There is only one road here, and you will not be lost."

Tao Mo suppressed his inner anxiety and stared at him and said, "What do you mean by sir?"

The middle-aged scholar pointed to the stool beside him and said, "I just want to invite you to sit down."

Tao Mo looked at the way where Gu She could no longer see her figure, and walked helplessly to his side and sat down.

"Where are my little brothers? Who else is there in the family?" asked the middle-aged scholar.

Tao Mo explained one by one.

The middle-aged literati said, "Oh? It turns out that the little brother's family is buried here."

Tao Mo hurriedly said, "No, I just came with him."

"He?" said the middle-aged literati, "Is he the friend you mentioned just now?"

Tao Mo nodded.

The middle-aged literati said: "You have a good relationship with your friends."

Tao Mo lowered his head and said nothing. He knew that his relationship with Gu She was not tolerant of the world, so of course he would not reveal it at will.

The middle-aged literati said, "If it weren't for it, he wouldn't have invited you to worship your ancestors."

Tao Mo said: "How do you know?"

The middle-aged scholar smiled but did not answer, but asked, "I wonder how my little brother can make a living?"

Tao Mo looked at him alertly.

The middle-aged scribe laughed and said, "Young brother, don't be nervous, I am not a bad person."

"Official?" Tao Mo was shocked.

The middle-aged scholar said, "To be honest, although I am not a powerful official in the court, I am always considered a good person in the capital, and I am definitely not a thief. I think my younger brother is young and has extraordinary temperament, so I have the intention to get to know each other and have no malice."

Tao Mo saw that his servants were tall and strong, and couldn't help but believe it, "Speaking of it, I'm also a person in the officialdom."

"Oh?" asked the middle-aged scholar with interest, "Has I just been transferred to the capital to make up for the vacancies?"

Tao Mo was thinking about Gu She. Seeing that he had a long conversation, he quickly cut the mess and said, "No, I am the county magistrate of Tanyang County."

When the middle-aged scholar saw that he said that the county magistrate had no intention of inferiority, he nodded secretly. "It's not easy to be an official."

Tao Mo thought of what the old man with white bearded said to him yesterday, and said with emotion: "As long as you have righteousness in your heart, it's not difficult."

The middle-aged scholar shook his head and said, "Rivers and rivers enter the sea, and they will inevitably be inseparable from the flow."

Tao Mo said: "Then don't go into the sea. The water of the river is only in the river, so it can naturally maintain a clear flow."

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "What if the court and the country are all over the sea?"

Tao Mo said: "There are always people with like-minded people."

The middle-aged literati said, "But the sea lies on the top of the river. If it cannot flow with it, it will be submerged and the outcome will be the same."

Tao Mo was stunned and hesitated: "This... but if he flows with him, there will be no rivers."

The middle-aged scholar said again: "Even if you enter the sea, the salty taste is contaminated by the river, after all, rivers are rivers. As long as you have a clear stream in your heart, you can still do something within your ability. It is better than leaving the huge land to the sea."

Since becoming an official, Tao Mo has thought about how to perform his duties and enforce the law in a dedicated manner. However, he has never thought about the words of a middle-aged scholar.

When the middle-aged scholar saw him, he smiled and said, "It's too early for you to say this. I just felt it, so little brother doesn't have to take it to heart."

Tao Mo lowered his head and pondered for a long time before saying, "Yes, I have never encountered this, and I can't think of what I would do. However, rivers and rivers will be stained when they enter the sea, while lotus flowers can come out of mud without staining. I can't explain anything, I just think why I want to be a river and why not make lotus flowers?"

The middle-aged scholar looked at him, "How can lotus last longer than rivers?"

Tao Mo said: "When Xianzhi told me a story, he mentioned that many people died in their early years but were famous for their reputation in history. I think if this could be done, it would be considered long-term."

The middle-aged literati said: "I ask you, who is more useful to the people who have done one good thing for thirty years in a year and a person who has done ten good things for the people but has only been for one year?"

Tao Mo said: "Everything is useful."

The middle-aged scholar's eyes flashed.

Tao Mo said: "With the intention of doing good things, one thing is to do and ten things are to do. Why should there be a difference between high and low?"

The middle-aged scholar looked at him in a daze, and suddenly seemed to have figured out something, laughing and said, "It's a good thing. Since you are all concerned about the people, why bother to distinguish between high and low, why do you have to distinguish between high and low, and why do you have to distinguish between high and low, and why do you have to distinguish between methods?"
To be continued...