Chapter 15 Chapter Fifteen Reminiscing I Went Home Yesterday

Tianheqiao Bus Station is an important transit station in the city and surrounding counties. It consists of a small square with concrete floor, a two-story light gray waiting hall and a large transfer yard.All the cars depart from here. No matter what time of day it is crowded with people. You can see fellow villagers carrying food, parcels or a second-hand bicycle everywhere. Occasionally, there will be some students in white shirts.They gathered in the waiting hall and the square, crowded with people.The sound of car horns, exhaust fumes and the clamor of small restaurants around to attract business make this place very lively.

The sun was shining brightly at noon on this day, which was the busiest time of the day.Xiao San leaned against a flagpole, yawning lazily, but her eyes behind the sunglasses kept staring at the passing pedestrians, searching for targets. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw a man and a woman walking slowly.They were about the same age, about seventeen or eighteen.The man had a monk's head shaved off, with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, and he didn't look very smart; the girl was pretty, but she seemed to be blind, and she was walking with the support of the man.Most importantly, the pocket of the man's trousers was bulging in the shape of a wallet, and even a corner was exposed.

If this kind of fat sheep is delivered to your door and you don't do it, then you are really sorry for the patriarch. Xiao San gave a wink to the side, his two little brothers understood, and the three got up and walked forward together.The two younger brothers ran up to the two of them and said to them courteously, "Big brother, do you want to stay in the hotel?" While talking, they tugged at his arm.The silly kid obviously didn't notice, but he just said naively, "No need, we're going to get in the car right away." Xiaosan laughed secretly, he had already turned behind the silly boy, stretched out his two fingers, and took out the wallet, which can be said to be a bag.Just when he thought he was sure, the girl suddenly yelled: "Silly Zhuzi! They want to steal!"

The boy turned around in shock, just in time to bump into Xiaosan, who had half clipped out his wallet.Xiaosan was startled and angry, but unexpectedly, she saw that the woman was not blind, so she immediately withdrew her hand. "Why did you steal my money?" the boy asked. "Who stole your money!" Xiao San rolled his eyelids, and his two younger brothers also came over, and the three of them surrounded the boy with their arms folded.Pedestrians around could see that something was wrong and walked around one after another.A few security guards in the square drank beer from a distance and sat in the restaurant to watch the excitement.

"It's you." The boy's expression was very angry. "Just now, it was obviously a very gentle background music, but suddenly a few octave higher noises jumped out, you are right." The girl said loudly, and the boy nodded.Xiao San was at a loss when he heard that, seeing that they were not subdued at all, he couldn't help being furious, and swung his fists cursingly at them. Hearing three muffled sounds of puff, puff, puff, Xiao San and his two younger brothers flew in three different directions, and then landed almost simultaneously, with different postures.The people around were dazzled, and couldn't even see how the young man punched.

The girl clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Now the music is nice, the gongs and drums are blaring, it's so lively." At this time, a person grabbed the silly boy's arm, and the silly boy thought it was another unwilling hooligan, so he just punched him without saying a word.But to his surprise, this person caught the fist firmly, and he used the normal method of receiving the fist. Without thinking, the fool immediately dismantled it according to the routine.The two of you come and go with three or four moves, the man suddenly changed his move midway, turned his fists into palms, passed through the barrier of his fists in a clever way, and patted the silly boy on the head.

"Er Zhuzi, it's me!" "Mr. Peter?" Erzhuzi, Ranran and Monk Peter found a small restaurant near the square and ordered some vegetarian dishes.The boss saw that Erzhuzi had beaten Guanxi away with three punches, so he didn't dare to neglect; even the guests around him sat far away to give them a quiet place. It turned out that since Monk Peter left Wei Zhuang, he thought that Rong Yu had brought Luo Zhongxia and others back according to Wei Dingguo's order, but when he called him, his cell phone kept shutting down.Tianheqiao bus station is the only way to go to Weizhuang, so he had to wait here and wait.Unexpectedly, Rong Yu didn't wait, but saw Erzhuzi and Ranran.

Erzhuzi and Ranran separated from Luo Zhongxia and the others at Yunmen Temple.Erzhuzi's heart is straightforward and simple. He has heard his elders say how evil and terrifying the Zhuge family is since he was a child, so when he knew that Luo Zhongxia and Yan Zheng were going to Shanghai, he strongly opposed it.Erzhuzi is not good at words, but has a stubborn temper, even Yan Zheng can't persuade him.In the end, they had no choice but to part ways.It happened that Rong Yu ran away with Wei Shiran, Er Zhuzi planned to escort Ranran back to Wei Zhuang first, and then return to Beijing to find his grandmother Zeng Guifen.With grandma not by his side, he always lacks a backbone.

"You said, Zhuge's family is so bad, Mr. Luo and the others have gone, how can it be good?" Er Zhuzi said to Monk Peter angrily while clenching his fists.He can't keep things in his mind, he can say whatever he wants, and he will keep thinking about things he can't figure out.It is estimated that he has been thinking about the road from Yunmen Temple to Tianhe Bridge, and he can't figure it out.Monk Peter could only comfort him with a few words. This child has a pure dualistic world view of good and evil, which is very naive and rare in this world. "Actually, they're not that bad." Ran Ran was sipping soda, "I didn't hear anything unusual about the background music, it's a very common melody." However, the shadow caused by it is like facing the flaws of one's own natural disability, and it becomes bigger and bigger.It is impossible to speculate whether it can really be melted away.

Monk Peter was really terrified after hearing what happened to them at Tuibi Tomb.Sure enough, everything went as Wei Dingguo expected—they encountered a "double crisis"—and the Tiantai Baiyun Brush was born.Wei Shiran really has a problem, he must be planning some kind of conspiracy.But what surprised him the most was Rong Yu's betrayal.He always felt that the young man was arrogant and arrogant, and his self-esteem was also extremely strong, but he never expected that he would take refuge in Wei Shiran. Erzhuzi asked Monk Peter if Wei Zhuang sent them to pick them up. Monk Peter pondered for a long time, but he didn't know how to answer.What happened to him in Wei Zhuang was too complicated to tell the two young men.What's more, the family still thinks that Monk Peter is the murderer who killed the patriarch. If Er Zhuzi knew about it, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to talk peacefully with him here.

Uncle Ding Guo said that he would abandon Bi Ling and reverse Wei Zhuang's way of life.How on earth would he do it?What kind of reaction will the elders of the clan have?What about those young people who hope to fight for Bi Ling to realize their dreams? It suddenly occurred to him that the patriarch entrusted him with a letter and an inkstone before he died, and asked him to take them to Luo Zhongxia.Now it seems that a trip to Shanghai is inevitable. But how can I find Luo Zhongxia?He had already gone to Zhuge's house, and as a member of the Wei family, Monk Peter went directly to the lair of a dragon and a tiger.Monk Peter recalled that when the patriarch delivered it, he said that if the situation does not permit, it can also be conveyed to the host of the Qinglian pen by word of mouth. "Open it now and tell him on the phone, it shouldn't matter." Thinking of this, Monk Peter took out the envelope from his pocket, unfolded the letter paper and read it carefully, the contents inside left him dumbfounded. ※※※ Almost at the same time that Monk Peter was dumbfounded, Luo Zhongxia and Yan Zheng, who were somewhere far away in Shanghai, also opened their mouths wide, showing bumpkin expressions.In front of them is a luxurious white villa, western style, although it is only a small three-story building, it shows an extraordinary bearing.Surrounding the villa is a small garden imitating the Master of the Nets Garden in Suzhou. The pines, cypresses, and shrubs are all trimmed very delicately. It can be seen that the owner has put a lot of effort into it. Seeing the appearance of the two of them, Shijiu pursed his lips and made an inviting gesture: "Please come in." The two looked at each other and stepped into the gate of the villa timidly. They did not take the train back to Shanghai from Shaoxing. Zhuge's family specially sent three black Lincolns to Shaoxing to pick them up.For some reason, Nineteen took the initiative to sit with Luo Zhongxia; Yan Zheng had no choice but to sit in the same car with Zhuge Yihui with an aggrieved face, secretly regretting that they didn't come together. Along the way, Shijiu didn't say much, and kept looking out the window. Luo Zhongxia didn't dare to talk too much, so he leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest. The convoy did not drive into Shanghai, and got off the expressway ahead of schedule.After driving for another half an hour, the scenery outside the car window became quite different from before, with fewer farmlands and more green areas. There are some chic small buildings far away from each other. There is even a golf course, which seems to be specially designed for Those villa areas developed by the rich.Luo Zhongxia didn't know how Yan Zheng in the other car felt, anyway, his calf was a little cramped. As soon as the four of them entered the hall of the villa, Yan Zheng couldn't help but let out a "tsk".The decoration style here is full of the atmosphere of the modern Republic of China: there are tall ancient wooden bookshelves on both sides, densely packed with thread-bound books, a dark green corduroy sofa next to a set of Ming-style tables and chairs, and a floor-standing antique globe shelf. Beside the desk.A pair of hall couplets are hung in the middle of the hall wall: enter the world, cultivate one's morality, cultivate one's character, regulate one's family, rule the country and the world; An old man had already been waiting in the hall, and when he saw the four of them coming in, he immediately went up to greet them. "Mr. Luo, it's a pleasure to meet you." The old man stretched out his hand, Luo Zhongxia also stretched out his hand, and clasped both hands. He felt a force rushing towards him through the right hand of the short old man. After a little testing, he retreated like a wave. The tide goes. "As expected of Qinglian Bi. I can see Qinglian Bi official in this life, and I will die in peace." The old man smiled, Luo Zhongxia was a little embarrassed, scratching his head, not knowing what to say. Nineteenth said: "This one is the housekeeper of Zhuge's family, you can call him Lao Fei." Fei Lao nodded slightly, and said to Luo Zhongxia: "Lao Li is waiting for you upstairs, please follow me. " Nineteen pushed Tiluo Zhongxia and motioned him to follow Fei Lao.Luo Zhongxia glanced at her uncomfortably: "I'll go by myself?" He actually didn't know much about Zhuge's family, and subconsciously thought they were enemies, and he was worried about other people except Shijiu.Nineteen patted him on the shoulder, indicating that there is no need to worry. Yan Zheng hesitated and wanted to follow, but Zhuge Yihui stopped him: "Come on, brother Yan, let me show you the collection of our Zhuge family." "As the saying goes, it is better to punch a hundred times than to read ten thousand books..." Yan Zheng moved his fingers, and suddenly became interested, "Why don't we go and learn from each other." "If you want to fight, I have a good place to go." Zhuge Yihui said with a smile. Luo Zhongxia watched Yan Zheng and Zhuge Yihui leaving from the side door in high spirits, took a deep breath, and followed Fei up the stairs, feeling uneasy.Nineteen has been watching him off.They climbed up to the third floor and walked to the end of a long corridor covered with carpets. There was a red sandalwood door with a picture of mountains and rivers engraved on the door. Fei Lao cautiously knocked on the door three times, and a voice came from the door quickly: "Please come in." Fei Lao pushed the door open and let Luo Zhongxia in, with a very respectful expression. This room is obviously a study room, and the three walls are full of books.There is a large solid wood desk in the middle of the room. On the desk, there are all kinds of treasures of the study. A sheet of white rice paper is spread out. Behind the desk is a person who is holding a pen and wants to write.A thread-bound book was turned upside down. Luo Zhongxia did not expect the head of the Zhuge family to be so young. In his impression, the so-called "patriarch" should be an old man with white hair and long beard and wrinkled face.But the man in front of him was at most in his early fifties, with red face, black hair, a slightly plump wide face, fair and clean without a trace of wrinkles, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a big back. If it is similar to anyone, the closest one should be the image of Comrade Kim Jong Il on the posters. It's completely different from the old Li image he met in the backyard of the Changchun Thrift Store! This old Li was wearing a long robe and black-framed glasses with tortoise shell edges. Luo Zhongxia looked at the upside-down book on the table, and there were only two words on it: Chunqiu. "Mr. Luo, welcome." Lao Li smiled kindly at him, "Wait until I finish writing this word." After he finished speaking, he bent down again, with luck hanging on his wrist, and wrote the word "Tao" in an instant. "Mr. Luo, what do you think of this word?" "It's pretty good, it's pretty big..." Luo Zhongxia couldn't understand writing, so he could only answer like this.Lao Li was not angry either, he laughed loudly, rinsed the brush in the water, put it on the pen stand, and walked out. "I've heard all about you." Lao Li let him sit on the sofa, and sat opposite him, with his hands gracefully folded.Luo Zhongxia couldn't figure out his intention and kept silent.This person's eyes are very characteristic, and there is always something burning in them, very passionate. "Mr. Luo, let me ask you a question, what do you think of the current era?" Luo Zhongxia didn't expect him to suddenly ask such a profound question, so he could only reply perfunctorily: "It's okay..." Lao Li shook his head, and his voice was a little passionate: "On the surface, of course it's not bad. The economy is developing and the living standards of urban residents are improving, but at the same time people's moral standards are plummeting. Don't you think that nowadays The society in this society has reached the point where the ancients said that rituals and music are broken? Money is paramount, interests are paramount, the whole society is completely materialized, and traditional morals and spirits have been forgotten. The Chinese culture does not exist.” "It's not that serious." Of course, Luo Zhongxia didn't say this, "Nowadays, there are many books on Chinese studies, and they are also talked about on TV every day. I even went to a reading class." Lao Li waved his hand disdainfully: "Modern Chinese people lack the influence of ancient customs. They don't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and no one knows about a hundred schools of thought. It's a common phenomenon that people's hearts are not ancient, and the world is declining. It's not just one or two. Individuals and one or two lectures can be reversed——When it comes to TV lectures, being polite is just scratching the surface, and in essence, it is completely misleading, so I suggest you don’t watch it.” "But it's good if someone finally does it." "That's right. Our Zhuge family is also descended from the owner of the Bizuka. From a very early age, we have taken it as our duty to 'don't teach the world's talents and pay the water to the east'. Therefore, we, the descendants of the Bizuka, have the responsibility to protect our ancestors. It is the destiny of the Zhuge family and the responsibility of the Zhuge family to preserve it and carry it forward.” Lao Li pressed his right hand to his chest, his eyes twinkled, "So I used to use the financial power and influence of Zhuge's family to invite scholars to give lectures in various places and invest in the construction of National Academy. I remember your Huaxia University, which is also one of the projects we promote. I originally hoped to use this to revitalize Chinese studies.” "No, it won't be..." Luo Zhongxia said in his heart, but he didn't expect that Ju Shigeng's Chinese studies class was promoted by this person in front of him.It seems that he had contact with these Bizuka families earlier than he imagined. Lao Li's eyes suddenly changed from impassioned to melancholy: "But I later realized that no matter how rich a person is, what he can do is limited. For example, I spent tens of millions on advertising, but that only accounted for a few Minutes. And 24 hours a day, the number of advertisements broadcast nationwide is almost tens of thousands of times that of mine. It is not enough to save traditions by these means alone.” "Then...how?" He glanced at Luo Zhongxia with deep meaning, and said word by word: "The only way to save the Chinese spirit is Chinese learning; and to save Chinese learning, only Bizhong." "Finally we've come to the point." Luo Zhongxia thought to himself. "Actually, it's not just the Wei family who have been collecting the Seven Marquises of Guancheng, we have been working on this. But I am different from those selfish people. If I use the power of the Seven Marquises, I will have the ability to open the pen tomb. At that time, the essence of China for thousands of years will be liberated, allowing those great ancestors to reappear in this world, and reinfect this society that is close to the bottom line of morality." "What a great ideal." "So I need your help. Qinglianbi is the most special one among the seven princes of Guancheng. It has never surrendered to the tomb of the pen. It must hold the key to the tomb of the pen." Luo Zhongxia didn't expect that when this person met for the first time, he would say everything like beans in a bamboo tube.He didn't dare to speak out, fearing that if he did, he would hand himself over to Zhuge's family. "I know you've always wanted to withdraw from the world and return to the mountains. It's understandable. But the heavens have placed a great responsibility on you. The rise and fall of Chinese learning is everyone's responsibility." Lao Li leaned forward, his voice changed To ease, but the tone is still urgent. "After experiencing Zhiyong's incident, you should also know that withdrawing the pen is just vain after all. Unless you want to die, you have nothing to do with Qinglian. It's better to do something meaningful." He smiled. "How about it? Do you want to realize this ideal together?"