When Lu Shanmin talks about truth, he always likes to add the words "grandpa said" as a prefix, as if the whole world's truth is taught by his grandfather.
There is an exquisite box under the coffee table. There are two words in the box, one is "There is no distinction between black and white in the world, black and white only exist in the human heart", the other is "One step at a stage, one place at a play, and one journey at a time."
Not to mention that the font itself is vigorous, powerful, round and uncluttered, showing everyone's style. The truth of life between the lines is something that an old man in the mountains and valleys who has never seen the world can understand.
Even if Zuoqiu considers himself to be knowledgeable and knowledgeable about the past and present, every time he thinks of these two words, it still shakes his soul like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.
The villagers in Mazui Village only thought that he was an out-of-date scholar who had read a few outdated books.
Lu Shanmin only thought that he was an ordinary mountain village old man who had read a few more old books than the villagers.
Zuoqiu knew that he must not be an ordinary old man in the mountains. His extraordinaryness created extraordinary Lushan people, even though Lushan people didn't know it yet.
He planted the seeds of reading in Lu Shanmin's bones, and at the same time injected all his emotions into Lu Shanmin. What a respectable, amiable and lovely old man he was.
Zuoqiu once thought that if he had the chance, he must visit this hermit master, but now, there is no chance.
Lu Shanmin's life, thoughts, and even everything about him are inextricably linked to his grandfather.
He not only raised Lu Shanmin, but also unknowingly became the beacon of Lu Shanmin's life and the support for all emotions.
Now that the idol of the spiritual world has collapsed, what will happen to him?
Zuoqiu stayed up all night, sitting quietly at the computer desk. There was no movement in the living room all night. At this moment, he hoped to hear some movement, even if it was the sound of wailing. It was quiet, so quiet that it made him feel helpless.
calm.
It was just getting light when Zuo Qiu opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room.
Everything is the same as before, it's still the same Tai Chi tour that I'm tired of seeing. Lushan people's steps are light, their breath is calm, their eyes are clear, and their movements are as smooth as before.
He raised his fingers to the sky to attract the Qingming, stepped on the Five Elements to remove dust, made a circle with his hands to hold the missing piece, and stood on the ground with his feet together. Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Lu Shanmin turned around and looked at Zuoqiu with a tired look on his face.
"Didn't sleep well last night"? "Didn't sleep well".
"Sister Li made preserved egg and lean meat porridge before going to work. Have a bowl and go to sleep for a while."
Zuoqiu smiled slightly and said, "Okay."
After breakfast, Lu Shanmin walked towards Minsheng West Road. The new semester had begun. There was an old professor's class today. He asked for leave from Mou Dongyun yesterday, so he would not go to push the cart and practice boxing today.
For Lu Shanmin, who lacks basic knowledge, it is better to attend lectures now than to study by himself, but the old professor asked him to go and gave an easy-to-understand example.
The old professor said that for many college students at Pheasant University, they can't learn anything at all.
What is the essential difference between people who have gone to college and those who have not? The old professor said that the difference is not how much knowledge is in the head. It is like the same two singles. One has been in love and the other has never been in love.
When the former sees others falling in love, they will disdainfully say, "Tsk, I also touched women's thighs and gnawed on white steamed buns back then." The latter will see others falling in love, and most of them will be full of laughter, envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Feeling inferior.
So the old professor insisted that Lu Shanmin should attend his class in class at least once a week.
Before entering the school, Lu Shanmin called Zhou Tong and told him the relevant information about Ruan Yu and asked him to inquire about his whereabouts. In the vast sea of people, although the chance of finding him was slim, it was even possible that Ruan Yu had left.
It's not in the East China Sea at all, but Lu Shanmin still doesn't want to give up so easily.
The students in the Department of Finance have become accustomed to this outsider who should not belong to this class, and have gradually become accustomed to him sitting next to the goddess in their minds.
Lu Shanmin saw Luo Cheng again. More than two months later, his injuries had healed. This son of a nouveau riche, who once thought he was rich and powerful, and regarded Zeng Yaqian as his own, has completely lost his scorn for the world.
With a domineering demeanor, the whole person is depressed and dull.
His father used to have a smooth time selling furniture in a furniture store. Suddenly one day, all the furniture in the surrounding stores were discounted at 30%. He thought this was a temporary means of competition by his competitors. It was not something he had never encountered before. As long as he also got a 30% discount.
After spending some time with each other, everyone will end it with a tacit understanding.
Unexpectedly, he just got a 30% discount, and the surrounding stores were offering a 40% discount. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow the 40% discount. This price could already lose up to 10%, and the more he sold, the worse the loss would be.
Just at this time, another big order came inexplicably. If you don't accept it, your competitors will definitely take this opportunity to accuse him of defrauding customers, writing bad checks and not cashing them. You will not be able to survive in the furniture store in the future. You can only grit your teeth.
I took out a loan to make this order. I thought it would be over after all, we are all in the same furniture city, and everyone knows the background of the competitors. But this time, the furniture stores around my store don’t know where they got such a large amount of funds.
I just carried it for a month.
As a result, there was no result. He went bankrupt, sold his house and car to pay off the bank loan, and now the family can only live in a small rental house. Until now, I don't know why he ended up in this situation.
Of course, Lu Shanmin didn't know these things, he just thought he was beaten by him and now he has become better behaved.
Sitting next to Zeng Yaqian, the two of them smiled at each other in tacit understanding. Lu Shanmin took out his notebook. Now he will never write 'Adam Smith' as 'duck's egg dead rice', nor will he write 'Marshall' as 'mother's shoes'
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When I met the old professor in private, he was actually a lovely, free-spirited and casual old man.
But the old professor in the class was serious and serious. If he hadn't known that he was a chess player who always liked to regret his moves, he would have been regarded as a rigid and stubborn old scholar.
Grandpa said that he was also such a person. For twenty years, Lu Shanmin had never known that his grandfather was also a joker. When he made jokes, he mixed meat and vegetables with both refined and popular tastes. He never expected that his grandfather could recite the entire Four Books and Five Classics.
They would also steal Lao Huang's oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar when he was not at home, and leave false traces of "I am a poor man here".
Lu Shanmin felt very sad after listening to this class. His face sometimes smiled and sometimes dimmed. When he saw the old professor, how could he not think of his grandfather.
Grandpa's letter was written on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and he should be resting in peace in the mountain col of Mazui Village.
Grandpa, who has been practicing calligraphy all his life just for peace of mind, can finally feel at ease with the green pines and cypresses by his side.
PS: I wish everyone a happy holiday. Thanks to my friends for their constant companionship and support, especially some friends who have been reading since tens of thousands of words. Thank you for your trust. It is precisely because of your trust that "Orion Out of the Mountain" can be a new book for newcomers.
Today's good results have been achieved, surpassing the works of many old authors in one fell swoop. Only by writing good stories quickly can I live up to your trust. At the same time, in the new month, I also ask for a monthly pass from my friends.