"Want to pick him up?" Geng Chaozhong was stunned.
"Yes, why, do you have other considerations?" Li Qingshan glanced at Geng Chaozhong.
"No, it's good to take her away. After all, Peiping is the place where she was sad." Geng Chaozhong waved his hand quickly.
Er Sheng's parents are dead, the Japanese are not interested in her, and Dai Jiangshan doesn't care about such a person at all. Picking her up is indeed a way, but for some reason, Geng Chaozhong suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"Yes, after all, she is an orphan of a martyr. I am afraid that she will be harassed by the Japanese and the Secret Service. I will step in and take him to Tianjin or Guangzhou." Li Qingshan continued, "If she
If she is willing to work for us, I can arrange for her to go to the Soviet District Nursery. If she is not willing, she is a student of Yan University, so it will not be difficult to find a more stable job."
"Soviet District Nursery, isn't it appropriate?" Geng Chaozhong suddenly interrupted.
"That's right, the Soviet area is currently in chaos." Li Qingshan also nodded, "How about you arrange a meeting for me to meet her? Don't worry, his father and I are old friends, so it's natural."
"This..." Geng Chaozhong was a little hesitant, but when he thought that the organization would send someone to see Er Sheng sooner or later, there was nothing that could stop him. After thinking about it, he nodded and said "ok".
"Okay, let's decide on the contact information. You go back first and leave an address. I'll come over in a while." Li Qingshan nodded with satisfaction.
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After a while, Geng Chaozhong walked out of the small courtyard full of thoughts.
The organization would send someone to pick up Er Sheng, which he had already thought of, but he didn't expect it to be so soon, but he and Er Sheng...
Er Sheng's weak and pale face appeared in front of Geng Chaozhong again. In the past few days, he had hardly left home to accompany this poor little girl. Although Zhao Kezhen's death was caused by the Japanese, he could
He always felt that he had more or less such a responsibility - if, if he had not been so anxious to urge the marriage, maybe Zhao Kezhen could have escaped this disaster.
But he immediately shook his head and threw away this unrealistic fantasy.
Yes, the most taboo thing about my job is having illusions. Everything is a cold and cold calculation. But in the past few days, I have been freed from such calculations for a short time, and I have become a "normal person" for a short time.
Normal people......
Geng Chaozhong smiled bitterly and walked quickly back to the small courtyard where he and Er Sheng lived.
This is an extremely simple and quiet courtyard house, with piles of firewood, plum blossoms, and a few free-range hens - it was rented by Geng Chaozhong from an old farmer in order to avoid possible harassment, such as in Japan.
People's hypocritical concern, as well as any environment and facilities similar to Zhao's mansion, became things that Geng Chaozhong did not want Er Sheng to fall in love with.
Therefore, this small courtyard became the best choice.
In the yard, the hens were "chirping". Er Sheng was sitting on the threshold, like a little peasant woman, spilling a few handfuls of bran rice in her hand, and then staring intently at the hens swarming up to eat, her face
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Hearing the familiar footsteps of Geng Chaozhong, she raised her head and smiled, revealing a pale and touching face - it was a kind of sad beauty, and it was also something that shook Geng Chaozhong's heart.
"Mr. Zhou, look, these chickens and roosters are so interesting. They are so happy with just a handful of rice." Er Sheng pointed to the scene of chickens pecking in front of him with a smile.
"Yes, people's lowest desires are no different. The first level is physiological needs, such as eating, drinking, and defecating. The second level is higher, which is safety needs. After that, there are needs for belonging and love. At this level
Only on the second and third levels can one be considered a real person." Geng Chaozhong said.
"What you said is so good. You are worthy of Mr. Zhou." Er Sheng glanced at Geng Chaozhong with admiration, but there was a little more curiosity in his eyes. "Then can you tell me, in addition to these three floors, there are also
A higher level?"
"Yes, of course there is," Geng Chaozhong smiled happily at Er Sheng's admiring eyes. "There is another layer, which is people's self-realization. To put it simply, it is striving for ideals and realizing one's own life value."
"That sounds so noble!" Er Sheng stood up and patted his palms covered with rice grains.
"No, it is not noble at all. Even the bad guys, there are many people who stand at the highest level. Can you say that they have no ideals? Therefore, the so-called self-realization is a neutral term." Geng Chaozhong replied.
Er Sheng blinked and understood what Geng Chaozhong meant.
After a moment, she opened her mouth and asked again: "What do you mean, those Japanese are also self-actualizers?"
"Yes, of course," Geng Chaozhong nodded, "It's just that my goals of self-realization are different from theirs."
"In other words, it doesn't matter whether it is lofty or not, as long as you have ideals, you have entered the fourth level?" Er Sheng asked.
"No, everyone has an ideal, but if you can take practical actions for your ideal and prove this ideal to a certain level, then that is called self-realization. Otherwise, it is just yourself and not realized." Geng Chaozhong said with a smile.
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"I understand," Er Sheng came over and gently took Geng Chaozhong's arm, "Mr. Zhou, I have heard a lot of things you say these days, and they all make sense. I have always felt that you should not only be a
A secret agent should be able to become a scholar of great status."
"Do you think this is a conflict?" Geng Chaozhong glanced at Er Sheng and smiled.
"Isn't there a conflict?" Er Sheng didn't understand.
"Conflict?"
"Okay, stop it." Er Sheng was helpless. In the past few days, Geng Chaozhong often told her similar tricks and never tired of it, but she obviously didn't understand what Geng Chaozhong meant.
"You don't know, many people in the Secret Service call me a scholar-type agent," Geng Chaozhong chuckled. "Actually, our agents are very busy when they are busy, but they are also very leisurely when they are free. When there is no mission, many people will choose to go out.
Entertainment, but like me and our Deputy Director Zheng, we chose to watch some things. Also, Director Xu of the Party Mediation Office, have you heard of it?"
"I've never heard of it," Er Sheng answered frankly.
"It doesn't matter." Geng Chaozhong was a little embarrassed. Er Sheng was obviously not a qualified compliment. He paused and continued: "Few people know that Director Xu can be said to be one of the earliest psychologists in China.
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"So awesome!" Er Sheng was surprised.
"Well, I'm surprised." Geng Chaozhong was very satisfied with Er Sheng's current expression, but in a blink of an eye, his expression became serious again, "But even a psychologist can only understand others, but not himself.
If he can really understand everything, then he is not a 'family', but a saint."
There was a thoughtful look in Er Sheng's eyes. Apparently, Geng Chaozhong's words touched her. After a long time, she said with a moved expression:
"Mr. Zhou, I know that you have been enlightening me. Thank you for staying with me these days. It would be great if you could always be like this."
"Why can't it always be like this?" Geng Chaozhong was silent for a moment before speaking.
"Can it always be like this?" Er Sheng's eyes widened in surprise.
"As long as you are willing, you can." Geng Chaozhong replied solemnly.
