Ji Tang

Chapter 678 Drunk in the courtyard
Tall ginkgo trees, a simple and elegant house, four stone stools and a table, and a cool evening breeze.This is the familiar scene Ji Song saw when he opened the door, familiar yet unfamiliar.

The heat of midsummer has not caused much change here. The high Taibai Mountain is lined with green trees.The many small streams diverted from it add a lot of coolness to the nights here!

"It's so different!"

Looking at the small courtyard in front of him, he couldn't hide his sadness.

Time is the most ruthless thing in the world. It makes the once young boy become middle-aged and makes the newly built courtyard more quaint.

Even the very slow-growing ginkgo trees have gained weight, and the stone tables and benches have become smooth due to wind and rain erosion.

Gently stroking the dust on the stone bench, he sat down nonchalantly.

Looking at the neat little courtyard, you can tell that it is the result of someone cleaning it from time to time.

'Squeak! '

The door, which had not been opened for many years, was pushed open, making a harsh sound.Ji Song raised his eyes and saw an old man with pale hair and a bent waist appearing in front of him.

"When did you come? I just heard the noise here and thought I heard it wrong."

The visitor was not polite, he walked directly across from Ji Song, placed the wine bottle and glass in his hand on the stone table, and started pouring wine on his own!
Ji Song suddenly smiled when he saw the visitor, picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

"Full!"

The old man smiled and didn't take it seriously, and filled him again.

Ji Song drank it all in one gulp again, looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Baishan, over the years. Run'er has taught you well. Thank you."

That's right, the person coming is Ji Run's teacher.He is also a neighbor of this small courtyard, Mr. Baishan.

Mr. Baishan glanced at Ji Song, then looked around.

"No one has lived in your small courtyard for more than five years, and your servants only come to clean it once a month. Every time I look at the empty courtyard, I will think of the high-spirited young Lord Marquis. "

He glanced at Ji Song, who continued to drink, and said, "But who would have thought that the boy back then had already entered middle age and had grown a beard?"

"Time flies, who can escape the ruthless killer of time?"

"Aren't you a lot older too?"

Baishan was stunned, stroking the white beard that fell in front of him, and smiled bitterly: "Yes, I am old, I am really old!"

"Last time Run'er asked me why my hair turned white, I was speechless. In the blink of an eye, the world changed, and in the blink of an eye, spring passed and autumn came."

"Time is fate! Fate is life and death!"

The two of them were speechless for a moment. They picked up their wine glasses, toasted each other and drank it all in one gulp!

While the wine was in full swing, Mr. Bai Shan squinted his eyes and said with drunken eyes: "Don't go out again when you come back this time. The academy is very big now with many students. Li Gang is already old, and some of the burdens have to be shouldered by young people like you. "

"Li Tai and Li Ke are now teachers of the academy. Many of the people you brought out back then did not accept your majesty's official positions. Instead, they settled down and continued to stay in the academy and became teachers."

"They have lived up to your expectations. It takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. Without generations of people succeeding us, there would be no First Academy of the Tang Dynasty!"

Ji Song drank the wine in his glass and listened to Mr. Baishan's words, but he couldn't make any waves in his heart.

After Taibai Academy became the first academy in the Tang Dynasty, Ji Song completely lost the possibility of taking charge of the academy.The academy provides numerous talents to the Tang Dynasty every year, and those who are now serving as officials and soldiers are like those who have crossed the river.

For such a place that can be called the most important asset of the country, no matter how much Li Shimin trusted him, he would not be able to hand over the academy to Ji Song.Since Li Gang's letter three years ago, saying that the imperial court would allocate funds to the academy every year, he knew that Li Shimin or the court officials had been eyeing the academy.

Now the amount of funding allocated every year is increasing until the academy can operate on its own.

This can be seen from the fact that Ji Song has not been granted an official position since he returned to Chang'an this time.

The emperor did not want to be in charge of the academy himself.

Ji Song doesn't care whether he can take charge of the academy or not.What he cares about is whether the academy is moving forward according to his own plan. As long as he achieves his goals, whoever can take charge of the academy will be fine.

The Academy is different from others, just like an army, it will form its own unique 'character' as it grows.

And once this kind of 'character' is finalized, it is extremely difficult to change unless it is destroyed.

"no need."

Ji Song was also a little drunk. He staggered to his feet, looked at the stars and rivers in his eyes, and shouted: "The moon waxes and wanes, and people have joys and sorrows. I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart. This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. It is difficult to solve it in ancient times." ah."

Ji Song looked up to the sky and smiled, his voice getting louder and louder, as if he wanted to vent all the emotions in his heart.

He was too depressed, really too depressed.

There is no news about the students he has trained for more than ten years, and hundreds of students from the Ji clan are also in doubt about their life and death.

Every time he dreamed about it at midnight, he would be awakened.

He dreamed that Ji Qing and the others were submerged in the sea, swept up by hurricanes, and pushed into the sky by submarine volcanoes. He also dreamed that they were hunted down by indigenous people and tortured by the harsh environment.
After the agreed period, he knew that Ji Qing and the others were definitely in trouble, and it was huge trouble.

But what about myself, the teacher?Now I can only bark here helplessly, and can only cry in my dreams, but I can't help them at all.

If they had a chance, not to say that their more than ten years of hard work were in vain, but to talk about their own conscience, would they be able to feel at ease in their hearts?

Mr. Baishan looked at the sad Ji Song and stretched out his hand to say something.

But thinking of those young people who had laughed and laughed in front of him, he couldn't help but shed muddy tears.

What a good young man, he had a great future, but now there is no news about him.And as their husband, how much pain can Ji Song bear?
The vast sea, the vast world, can they come back?
"do you know?"

Ji Song turned his back and said to Mr. Baishan: "Just today, I met a young man. I was so happy to see him that I wanted to take him as a disciple."

Ji Song smiled when he said this, as if he had thought of something funny.

"But his father refused. There was surprise and doubt in his eyes, and even fear. I thought that nothing in this world could make his heart palpitate, but I felt a heartbreaking pain."

He slapped his chest hard, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

"Here, right here. It hurts. I wish I could die and replace Ji Qing and the others."

"I hate it too. I hate why I couldn't persevere and go to sea by myself. Maybe things wouldn't become as bad as this."

After a long time, Ji Song calmed down and said expressionlessly: "I know how he feels as a father. Who is willing to send his child to be a student of a person who personally sends students to the road of no return?"

"He is afraid that his child will become like Ji Qing and others. There will be no news!"

Ji Song smiled bitterly, but the smile was so dull and boring.
(End of this chapter)