Omniscient and Almighty

   Chapter 105

   The setting sun melts gold, the twilight clouds combine, where are the people? Dyeing the willows with thick smoke, blowing the plum flute and complaining, the meaning of spring is dashed. During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, and there is no wind and rain. Come to call, smell the car and BMW, and thank him for the wine friend and poet.

   Zhongzhou is a prosperous day, and the boudoir is full of leisure, remember to focus on three or five. Cuiguaner is laid, golden snow willows are twisted, and clusters are brought together to fight for Chu. Now haggard, with frosty temples, afraid to go out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.

   This is a poem by Li Qingzhao, which refers to the fifteenth Lantern Festival after the Spring Festival.

   In fact, it applies to many occasions, whether it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Spring Festival, or the Lantern Festival, it is probably the same.

   A long, long time ago, when his parents were still there, Xu Guangling didn't really feel anything about the festival, because it was just like that, and he couldn't see much difference from usual. Until the past few years, one year, when the Spring Festival was approaching, Xu Guangling was walking on the street and obviously felt that the street was deserted.

   And at night, I don’t know where, the fireworks are set off, accompanied by bustling and lively, and it will last for several hours.

   But the liveliness is someone else's, and has nothing to do with Xu Guangling.

   At that moment, suddenly, an uncontrollable grief came to my heart, but there were no tears.

  Being able to cry is actually happiness, because even if it is painful, as long as you can cry, it means you can vent happily. But Xu Guangling's grief could not be vented, there was nowhere to vent it, and there was no reason to vent it. —Who did he vent to? Who to vent to?

   There is no such person, or two.

   So he could only be silent.

   That night, at that time, he routinely opened the book, which was his usual escape method, but at that moment, this method failed. Drinking might be fine, but Xu Guangling didn't make himself a drunk, so he substituted it for sleep.

   But this method also doesn't work, can't sleep.

   So that night, he just lay in bed so quietly, accompanied by darkness and sobriety, and spent the whole night.

   But there are not many such times.

  Who said that? You can get used to anything. - Grief too.

   I have been sad for a long time, and have been in pain for a long time, so I can't feel it anymore. As long as life goes on, wounds will always be covered.

   After that time, there were the Spring Festival, the Lantern Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival, and other similar days, but Xu Guangling was immune like a person who suffered from smallpox but didn't die.

   After walking out of the haze, it is the first time to face the festival again.

   The fifteenth moon is sixteen rounds, and today is only fourteenth, but that bright moon is already bright and round. At this time, it has already risen to the sky, hanging there like a piece of jade. The weather has been very good recently, and the city may also be related to the big park, so the overall air quality is still good.

   So when I look up now, I can really see that it is a "bright moon", and I can feel the crystal. The field of vision, compared with the remote suburbs, is not bad.

Unlike some cities, no matter how fine the day is, when you look up at night, you can only see three or two stars, and even when the moon is full, the moon on the horizon has no sense of existence, just as casual. Take a piece of drawing paper and paste it on it, flat and dull, not even the worst PS.

   Feeling the coolness sprinkled lightly on the ground, Xu Guangling was actually in a good mood. Even if he thought of his parents again, he was just regretful. It is a pity that in this beautiful world, at this good time, a family of three cannot be reunited.

   But they can be together as a couple.

   When my son grows up, he always wants to be independent, he always has to go out and take care of his own piece of the world. It’s basically the same as he is now.

   Heaven on earth, let the two live in peace.

  Xu Guangling walked into Lao Zhang’s small building with this kind of thought. Then, when he entered the study as usual, he still managed to calm his mind, concentrate, and try his best to absorb what Zhang Lao taught.

   Yes, teach.

If it is said that the first one or two days, two or three days are just "narrative", Zhang Lao is still a little secretive when he is telling, and he can't let it go. If there is something, then as the next day goes by, the old and the young will both get used to it. In the story, they will go deeper and deeper, from "telling" to "teaching".

   In fact, up to now, the two have a self-evident, real and anonymous teacher-student relationship.

However, Zhang Lao's story is really wild, and it also dilutes the atmosphere of teaching a bit. However, for Xu Guangling, the things he receives from Zhang Lao every day are really many, and in terms of quantity, it seems that it cannot be compared with dreams. compared, but qualitatively...

   Well, that's a bit difficult to say.

   In short, with the deepening of the lecture, Zhang Lao's profound and profound knowledge has become more and more specific in Xu Guangling's cognition.

When he first stepped into this study, Xu Guangling was stunned by the entire large study of books, but now, Xu Guangling knew that those books were just backgrounds and foils, and the real focus of this study was still. Zhang Lao himself.

   Adding up all the books in this study, multiplied by ten times a hundred times, is not as valuable as Zhang Lao himself.

When    came to this conclusion, Xu Guangling admired it, but he was actually quite surprised.

If his head was normal, Xu Guangling probably wouldn't think that Zhang Lao also had a kind of "dream" like him, and from Zhang Lao's remarks, we know that when he was a child, he tended sheep for the landlord's family, and most of them didn't receive any good feedback. Early childhood education.

   In fact, even from a young age, his knowledge was too extensive, and as for the profoundness, for the time being Xu Guangling can only stand up to the top of the mountain, and he can't see how high Zhang Lao is.

  Then the question is, how did such a profound knowledge come from?

  Many people may not have a very specific concept about this, but Xu Guangling is different. He is down-to-earth in the library and has read books for a few years. It was precisely because he had such an experience that he could really feel the depth of Zhang Lao's profound knowledge.

   To what extent?

   is probably to the extent that Xu Guangling is now sitting in the library and studying hard for another hundred years.

   Of course, this is just Xu Guangling's general feeling, it can't be very accurate. But it was such an outline that shocked Xu Guangling. ——The question is, Mr. Zhang, how did he do it?

It was precisely because he had such a feeling for Zhang Lao, so under Zhang Lao's teaching, Xu Guangling was not surprised when his understanding of the human body rose at a rate of one height a day. All this, It should be!

   He was just worried that he had lived up to Zhang Lao's expectations.

Speaking of which, Xu Guangling is not a fool. He has come here for so many days and taught so many nights. He has clearly realized that Zhang always has a taste of passing on his mantle. When teaching, it is really how much he can understand. How much to take out.

  No hidden, no reservations!

  Even though he used to be quite confident in his studies, now, facing such a somewhat unexpected study, Xu Guangling still feels a lot of pressure.

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  Thanks to "Yishilan" for the support of the recommendation ticket. In the old book, what I always wanted to thank but never thanked, I did not want to put it here in the new book. :)

  Thanks to the "Civil Official" for his monthly ticket.

   (end of this chapter)