“是书，是书.”

        那老者跪在地上，小心翼翼的捡起一张被烧了一半的纸张来...

        浑浊的双眼爬上了丝丝红色...

        突然仰天长啸.

        “这是圣贤书啊,圣贤书啊..”

        “呜呜呜....你们怎么能如此侮辱圣贤...

        你们怎能如此...如此欺负读书人...”

        老者一身粗衣...脊梁有些弯...

        头发被吹的凌乱....

        看热闹的百姓有人迷茫，有人不解...

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