Hong Sixian looked at the old man's compassionate eyes, a little confused. He didn't understand why the old man sighed that "the world is the same."
But he didn't think much about it. He was just a college student who just graduated from the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and only studied traditional Chinese medicine with the elderly last year.
The old man opened a real door to traditional Chinese medicine for him. The reason why it is said to be a real door is because he has truly understood the vastness of traditional Chinese medicine since he followed the old man. Compared with four years of study in college, he has only been here until now.
He felt that it was barely considered to be an entry into the house. The old man said that it was a blessing for traditional Chinese medicine practitioners to accept him, but he felt that being an elderly student was the greatest blessing in his life.
Hong Sixian said respectfully: "Teacher, you are tired too. I'll take a look at the car and take you back."
The old man did not answer, but just stood there in a daze, tilting his head slightly to look into the distance.
Hong Sixian followed the old man's gaze and saw nothing except the white clouds floating in the sky.
He has always been very patient. The old man did not answer, so he stood quietly aside and accompanied the old man to look at the white clouds in the sky.
A few minutes later, the old man said leisurely: "You go back first, I'll go around alone."
Hong Sixian frowned slightly. After all, the old man was old, how could he feel assured that the old man was alone? He instinctively wanted to stay and stroll with the old man, but before he could say that, the old man turned to look at him.
"Everyone has his own way to go. How long can you accompany me? Let me, the old man, take a look at the world quietly."
Hong Sixian wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end he did not hold on. He bowed slightly to the old man and turned around and got into a taxi step by step.
The old man looked at the taxi that was gradually moving away, and a gratified smile appeared on his face. Until the taxi disappeared from the corner, the old man retracted his gaze, turned around, walked in the opposite direction with his hands behind his back.
Walking out of the tranquility of the courtyard area, outside is the bustling of tall buildings and bustling.
Very familiar and unfamiliar.
Seeing the old building fall, the new building starts, the world changes, and time flies, he almost forgot how he saw this city for the first time. Apart from that palace, that Great Wall, and that street remind him that this city is
The rest of that city has changed.
Become better.
After a century of storms and times change, fortunately, the mountains and rivers are safe.
But, not good enough.
It can be better, it should be better.
He was relieved to look at the energetic young man on the street.
He was happy to see the old man practicing Tai Chi in the park.
It was not until I walked into the park without realizing it and saw the slender figure in the pavilion through the depths of the green shade that I couldn't help but frown slightly.
He had seen too many people, but such people were rare in his life, and it could even be said that he could not help but feel curious.
"So it's you." The old man walked into the pavilion, a little surprised, not much surprise.
The man turned around, smiled, and was fascinating.
"Sir, don't be fine."
The old man smiled slightly and sat on the stone bench, "The energy is abundant, but it is not triggered. I should have guessed it was you."
The man smiled and said, "How is it, it's still in your eyes."
"Wisdom, mind, and martial arts level are all excellent." Good people praise them without hesitation. "Naran Wenruo raised a good grandson."
Nalan Zijian said proudly without any modesty: "The old man has a good vision, but I will be even happier if I get your old affirmation."
The old man looked at the handsome young man in front of him and developed his inner appreciation, but he couldn't like it. "You have great ambitions."
Nalan Zijian sat opposite the old man and said with a smile: "How can you be qualified to talk to you with the old man if you are not very ambitious?"
The old man smiled, "Just appearing rashly, aren't you afraid that the previous efforts will disappear in an instant"?
Nalan Zijian smiled and said leisurely: "Pretending to be dead, playing missing, and going around in circles, who do you think I was performing for?" "Lu Shanmin? Four major families? Shadow?" "They all
Not worthy”.
Nalan Zijian shook his head, "Everything I did is for you to see."
The old man looked at Nalan Zijian with interest, "I am the shadow."
"No, no, no," Nalan Zijian waved his hand and said, "You are, not, at least you should not be equated with them."
Seeing that the old man didn't say anything, Nalan Zijian continued, "If I am such a smart person, if I am a rash person, wouldn't I be sorry for the word "excellent" you just said."
The old man said quietly: "You are so sure"?
Nalan Zijian smiled, "Playing any tricks in front of you is a humiliation, and it is even more disrespectful to you. So I tell you very honestly that I am not only sure that you will not make me public, but even
I guess you won't tell your shadows."
The old man smiled but said after a while: "I have lived for so many years, I have kept my braids from the Qing Dynasty, wore the long robe of the Republic of China, and saw the best people of all eras with my own eyes. I have to say that you have successfully attracted my attention.
It also aroused my curiosity.”
Nalan Zijian laughed, "I will be half successful if I can arouse your old curiosity."
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Nalan Zijian, "You are so smart, then guess what the people of your contemporaries are dead, why can I live until now?"
Before Nalan Zijian could speak, the old man pointed to his head and added: "Don't worry, think about it carefully. If you guessed wrongly, you will lose everything. It's not only you, but also your Nalan family."
Nalan Zijian asked with a smile: "What if I guessed it right?"
The old man touched his beard, "If you guessed correctly, I will pretend that you have not appeared today."
Nalan Zijian laughed again, "Old sir, with your words, my success rate will be one percent more."
The old man smiled, "I really don't know if you should say you are confident or arrogant."
Nalan Zijian smiled and said, "Although Lu Shanmin is a little stupid, I think there is something he said very reasonably. He once said that arrogance and inferiority are twin brothers. Once a person is arrogant in a certain aspect,
That must be inferior on the other hand, and vice versa. If you are inferior on one side, you must be arrogant on the other hand. Therefore, a person cannot be arrogant or inferior, otherwise he will commit both arrogance and inferiority complex at the same time.
Problem”.
The old man frowned slightly, "I'm talking about arrogance and confidence, and you're talking about arrogance and inferiority. Does it have anything to do with it?"
Nalan Zijian smiled and said, "Of course there is, because I carefully examine myself, I have no inferiority in any aspect, so I definitely have no arrogance. Therefore, of course, I am confident."
The old man was amused by Nalan Zijian and laughed, "You can guess the logic of the robbers now."
Nalan Zijian coughed and cleared his throat, saying, "The world is afraid of death because it has not lived enough. For those who have lived enough, what they are afraid of is not death, but not death."
The old man smiled and said nothing.
Nalan Zijian's eyes swept across the old man's face and continued, "Relatives, friends, and descendants are gone. The white-haired man sends black-haired man again and again, from loneliness to loneliness to death.
Silence, life is worse than death”.
Nalan Zijian said, "Living too long and seeing too much. The money, fame, wealth, and power that ordinary people pursue will lose their temptation to such people."
"If I lose the motivation to pursue the world, I will lose the motivation to survive. If I were such a person, the first question I could think about is what is the meaning of living. The first thing I have to do is to find someone who can do it.
Reasons to keep yourself alive”.
Nalan Zijian said slowly: "It is science that breaks the shackles of ignorance, and the end of science is theology."
Nalan Zijian looked at the expressionless old man and said lightly: "You old man has lived through the most dynamic and turbulent era in China. He has seen the broken mountains and rivers and too many families and people die, so he naturally will not believe in God."
Speaking of this, Nalan Zijian stopped talking for a long time, and his cynical expression gradually became solemn.
Although the old man's expression was calm, it caused quite a stir in his heart. If you can think of this layer, it actually has no direct relationship with whether a person is smart or not. No matter how smart his brain is, he may not necessarily think of this.
Click on it.
Nalan Zijian suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to the old man.
"The old man has seen the decline of China and experienced that humiliating era. That era was a nightmare for you. It is precisely because you have experienced and witnessed it yourself that you are afraid, you are afraid that you are afraid that one day you will be like that.
The nightmare will happen again, and you are worried that if you are not careful, China will repeat the same mistake."
Nalan Zijian raised his head, "People in this era have been accustomed to the stability of the present and have long been unable to understand the real pain of that era. They have forgotten the past and have begun to be arrogant before they are strong. They are blindly confident and optimistic, but they do not know that we are
It is far from time to go to the south mountain. You are different. You have witnessed the alternation of rise and fall. You know better than anyone else the truth about being born in distress and dying from happiness.”
Nalan Zijian clasped his fists with his hands, bowed to the end, and said word by word: "Old sir, Gao Yi, the reason why you have lived to this day is to see the better of your family and country."
The old man slowly stood up, turned his back to Nalan Zijian, and did not say that he had guessed correctly or was wrong.
"You want to take over my position"?
Nalan Zijian raised his body, looked at the old man's back, smiled slightly, without hiding it, and said frankly: "I think I am more suitable than Lu Chenlong. I am a dead person now, and a person who does not exist is the most qualified."
The old man didn't say anything, slowly walked out of the pavilion, paused outside the pavilion, and said behind his back: "Do you think you can convince me with just a few words"?
Nalan Zijian wrapped his hands around his chest and smiled and said, "Don't be anxious or not. Of course, you have to think carefully about such a big thing, but the old man can treat me as a spare tire first. There is no loss if you have an extra insurance."
The old man suddenly turned his head, smiled slightly, and then his figure suddenly disappeared.
A small pavilion, a palm shadow all over the sky.
Nalan Zijian took a little bit of his feet and retreated to the pavilion as soon as possible, but the layers of qi surging like river water, one wave higher than another, and another wave hit his chest.
Nalan Zijian is like a dead leaf in the stormy waves, spinning in the air.
The qi in the body instantly flew thousands of miles, and it was not until it retreated for more than ten meters before it stabilized.
After landing, Nalan Zijian's face turned slightly pale. After adjusting his breath for a few seconds, he smiled and said, "If you want to know my teacher, you can ask me directly."
The old man turned around and slowly left with his hands on his back. "No need."
Watching the old man walk through the flowers, through the woods, and out of the park, Nalan Zijian withdrew his gaze, waved his sleeves and smiled: "I'm in a great mood today."