My Lady, Something is Wrong

"I don't want to argue with you," said Lida, putting down the newspaper. "I've heard this before. I just want to say to you: don't stand idly by. It's true that we can't save humanity, and we can make mistakes in many ways." , but we are doing what we can, so we are right. The highest and most sacred mission of a cultured person is to serve the people around us, so we do it to the best of our ability. You don't like this, but doing things alone It’s not going to please everyone.”

"That's right, Lida is right," agreed the mother.

She was always a little timid in Lida's presence, watching her face uneasily as she spoke, for fear of saying something superfluous or inappropriate.She never objected to her opinions, and always echoed them: "That's right, Lida is right."

"Teaching the peasants to read and write, distributing books full of pitiful preaching and folklore, and setting up dispensaries will neither abolish ignorance nor reduce death rates, any more than the light in your house can illuminate the great garden outside your window." I said, "You're not giving them anything, you're interfering in their lives, and you're only creating new needs and more labor for them,"

"Oh, my God, but one has to do something!" said Lida angrily, and it was clear from her tone that she found my arguments unreasonable and despised them.

"Men must be freed from heavy physical labor," I said, "they must be lightened and given breathing space, so that they do not spend their lives sitting at the hearth and wash-tub, or working in the fields, Let them also have time to think about the soul and God, and be able to develop their spiritual talents more widely. The mission of everyone in spiritual activities is to seek truth and meaning in life. Once you make them that lumbering animal Labor becomes unnecessary, once you make them feel free, then you will see that your books and pharmacies are a mockery. Now that men are aware of their true calling, only religion can satisfy them , science and art, not these boring things.” Gu Duo

"Freedom from labor!" Lida sneered, "is this possible?"

"Possible. You may share part of their labor. If we, all the inhabitants of town and country, without exception, agree to share their labor aimed at satisfying the material needs of all mankind, then each of us may not be divided more than two days a day." Three hours. Imagine if we, all rich and poor, worked only three hours a day, and the rest of the time we would be free. Imagine also that in order to depend less on our physical strength, to lighten our labor, We invent all kinds of machines to replace labor, and try to reduce our needs to a minimum. We train ourselves and our children so that they will not be afraid of hunger and cold, so that we will not be like Anna, Mavera and Pei Like Rakiya, I worry about the health of my children all day long

up.Just think about it, we don't see a doctor, we don't open a pharmacy, a tobacco factory and a winery - how much time we will have in the end!Let us all dedicate this leisure time to science and art.Just as peasants sometimes go out together to build roads, so we all go out together to find the truth and the meaning of life, and then—I am sure of this—the truth will be revealed quickly, and people can be freed from that feeling. Often tormenting, repressing one's sense of fear, and even getting rid of death itself. "

"However, you are contradicting yourself," Lida said. "You keep saying 'science', 'science', but you deny literacy education."

"What about literacy education when people can only read hotel signs and occasionally see a few books they don't understand? Such literacy education has continued since the time of Rurik 1, Gogo The Petrushka in the book of Lili has long been able to read and write, but the countryside, what it was like in Rurik's time, is what it is now. What we need is not literacy education, but the freedom to develop spiritual talents on a wide scale, we need It's not elementary school, it's university."

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1 According to the chronicles, Rurik was the Grand Duke of Novgorod in the ninth century AD and the founder of the Rurik Dynasty.

"You object even to medicine."

"Yes. Medicine is necessary only if the disease is studied as a natural phenomenon, and not as a cure. If it is to be cured, it is not to cure the disease, but to cure the cause, provided that the physical labor is eliminated. If there is no major cause, then there will be no disease. I do not admit that there is any science of healing,” I continued excitedly, “all true science and art pursue not temporary and local goals, but eternal Whole goals--they seek truth and meaning in life, seek God and the heart. If they are tied to present needs and pressing problems, they can only make life more complicated and more burdensome. We have many doctors , pharmacists, lawyers, many people who can read, but not a single biologist, mathematician, philosopher, and waiter. All the ingenuity and mental power are expended in satisfying temporary, fleeting needs. . . . Scholars, writers and artists are working hard. Thanks to their efforts, people's living conditions are becoming more and more comfortable every day, and people's material needs are constantly increasing. At the same time, they are far from the truth, and people are still the most greedy and cruel , the most despicable and nasty animal. The tendency of things is that the majority of human beings will degenerate and lose forever all ability to live. Under such conditions, the life of an artist is meaningless. The more talented he is, the more effective he will be. The more strange and incomprehensible it is, because in fact his work is just for the entertainment of the cruel and despicable Qin Lu, and it is to maintain the current system. So I don't want to work now, and I won't work in the future... I don't need anything, let the earth Destroy it!"

"Misius, you get out," said Lida to her sister, evidently thinking that my remarks were injurious to such a young girl.

Zhenya looked at her sister and mother displeasedly, and went out.

"Some people want to justify their indifference

Solution, always publish such clever remarks. Lida said, "It is much easier to deny hospitals and schools than to treat people and teach people." "

"That's right, Lida is right," agreed the mother.

"You threatened to stop working," Lida went on. "It is obvious that you value your work very highly. Let's stop arguing, we will never get together anyway, because you just talked so contemptuously about Even if they are very imperfect, I think they are higher than all the landscape paintings in the world." At this point, she immediately said to her mother in a completely different tone: "Since the Duke left our house , he has lost a lot of weight, and his appearance has changed a lot. The family will send him to Vichy."

She talked about the Duke to her mother, obviously not wanting to talk to me.Her face was flushed, and in order to conceal her excitement, she lowered her head to the table like a nearsighted person, pretending to be reading a newspaper.My presence is embarrassing.So I said goodbye and went home.

four

It was very quiet outside.The village on the other side of the pond was already asleep, and there was no light in sight, only the dim starry sky reflected dimly on the water.Zhenya stood motionless beside the stone lion in front of the gate, waiting for me, wanting to see me off.

"Everyone in the village is asleep," I said to her, trying to see her face in the darkness, but I saw a pair of sad black eyes fixed on me, "even the tavern keeper and the horse thief are asleep." , us gentlemen are vomiting at each other

It was a bleak August night, and the reason why it was bleak was that it already had the feeling of autumn.The purple moon was slowly rising, and the hazy moonlight illuminated the road and the dark winter wheat fields on both sides of the road.From time to time, meteors fell down.Zhenya and I were walking side by side, she tried not to look at the sky, lest she should see a shooting star, and for some reason she was frightened.

Genius leaves no trace. "

Chapter 141 Picking Chrysanthemums Under the Eastern Fence, Accompanying Chanchan to Plant Flowers

In the afternoon.

When Luo Qingzhou woke up, he realized something was wrong.

The restless heat in his body seemed to have completely disappeared.

The whole body not only recovered, but also seemed to be in better condition.

Refreshing and very comfortable.

He lifted the quilt and was about to get up when he suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance.

At the same time, he saw a long strand of hair in the quilt.

After dazed on the bed for a while, he got dressed and got up.

After washing, I went out the door.

Yesterday's work is not finished yet, and today he has to go to Miss Qin'er to write something.

When passing Ling Chan Moon Palace, the courtyard door suddenly opened.

Just as Bai Ling was about to come out, when he saw him, he was taken aback for a moment, and then retreated immediately.

"boom!"

The courtyard door closed again.

Luo Qingzhou stopped, stared at the closed door for a while, walked to the door and said, "Bailing, I have a present for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard door opened again with a "squeak".

Bai Ling opened his eyes wide and said excitedly, "Master, what gift? Did you buy it for me? Did you buy it for someone else besides me?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "Only you have it."

Bailing immediately smiled, with two sweet dimples on his face, stretched out his little hand and said happily, "Master is so kind, give it to me quickly."

Luo Qingzhou took out a hair from her pocket and put it in her palm.

Immediately, he turned around and left.

The smile on Bai Ling's face suddenly froze, staring at the hair in his hand for a few seconds, Fang stomped at his back and said: "Smelly uncle! Who wants your hair! Cheapskate, don't even think about flirting with others in the future! Humph!"

After a while.

She returned to the house and said angrily to the girl who was sleeping on the bed: "Young master is so stingy, you even gave someone a piece of hair, and said that you let him hide it in a close position, saying that seeing hair is like seeing someone , people are not rare!"

As he spoke, he tucked his hair into the clothes on his chest in front of the girl on the bed, with a little smug expression on the corner of his mouth.

Xia Chan lay on the bed, opened her eyes and looked at her, paused, touched a hair from her head, and handed it to her.

Bai Ling stared blankly at the hair in her hand, then sneered and said, "Who wants your hair, it's as if they don't have it."

Then he turned around and left, proudly saying: "He not only has his own hair here, but also my uncle's hair."

After finishing speaking, he left the room and happily hummed a ditty outside.

The girl lying on the bed was stunned for a while, then closed her eyes again.

"Shhhhhhhh..."

The weather can change quickly.

It was still snowing yesterday, but today is sunny.

The snow in the yard is beginning to melt.

Pearl was sweeping the snow in the yard with her broom.

She decided to call that guy over after a while, otherwise the lady wouldn't be able to eat, read books, and feel unhappy.

Hey, I really don't know what's so good about that guy.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, under the bright sunlight, a tall and elegant figure appeared. His cheeks were so delicate and handsome, and his eyes were so bright and gentle...

"Miss Zhuer, is Second Miss up yet?"

The young man in a loose Confucian robe asked softly, and his voice was as gentle as jade.

Zhu'er was stunned for a while, Fang woke up with a start, and hurriedly said: "Mm, Young Master, Miss got up at noon and is writing now. Young Master, come in quickly."

The young man smiled slightly, and praised: "Miss Zhu'er is really diligent."

After speaking, he walked towards the house.

Zhu'er stood there in a daze, looking at his back, two touches of blush were unconsciously stained on her cheeks.

"Young Master is so handsome... No wonder Miss is fascinated. Even Qiu'er always intentionally lures Xiaodie to talk about Young Master."

The little maid blushed, thinking secretly.

Luo Qingzhou entered the house.

Seeing him, Qiu'er smiled, hurriedly went to the door of the study room, knocked on the door, and said softly: "Miss, my uncle is here."

Qin Weimo was in a daze in front of the desk, when he heard the voice, his eyes lit up immediately, and he stood up.

Qiu'er knelt down at the door and said, "My lord, this servant will take off your shoes for you."

When Luo Qingzhou was about to say no, the little maid was already holding his feet with both hands and started to take them off for him.

"Thank you, Miss Qiu'er."

"Young master is so polite, this is what a servant girl should do."

Qiu'er put the shoes away, smiled and opened the door.

At this time, Zhu'er came in from the door and exposed her, saying: "Qiu'er, Madam and Second Young Master are here, but I didn't see you taking off their shoes."

Qiu'er hurriedly said: "Madam has Meier to help take it off, but the second young master won't go in, why should I help him take it off?"

After Luo Qingzhou entered the room and closed the door, Zhu Erfang snorted coldly: "I think you are the body of Uncle Greedy!"

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful to be overheard by my uncle."

"Just to say, if you secretly ask Xiaodie about my uncle all day long, don't think I don't know."

"I did it for Miss."

"Then you hugged me in your dream last night, with your legs between your legs, and you kept calling aunt and aunt, was it also because of Miss?"

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't!"

"You have it! I want to tell my uncle that you have dreams every night to serve my uncle... um..."

Qiu'er covered her mouth and pulled her out shyly.

Luo Qingzhou entered the study, walked to the desk, looked down at the densely packed small characters on the table, then looked at the weak girl in front of her and said, "Second Miss, are you writing?"

Qin Weimo withdrew his gaze from looking at him, sat down slowly again, and said softly: "Brother-in-law, tell me today, Weimo will write."

Luo Qingzhou was silent for a moment, picked up the ink stick and said, "Okay."

Qin Weimo looked up at him and said, "Brother-in-law, this morning... when did you leave?"

Luo Qingzhou looked at the beautiful small characters on the rice paper and said, "It's just dawn, I will leave after Madam leaves."

"Brother-in-law, last night..."

"By the way, Second Miss, take another roll of rice paper. You need to rewrite the poems from the day before yesterday and yesterday."