Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 105

The setting sun melts gold, and the evening clouds merge, where is the person?Dye the willows, the smoke is thick, blow the plum flute to complain, and you know how much spring is.During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, and there is no wind and rain next time.Come to call, sweet car and BMW, thank him for drinking, friends and poets.

Zhongzhou’s prosperous day, the girls are too busy, remember that they tend to be three-five-five.Pave the Cuiguaner, twist the golden snow willows, the clusters and belts compete for the support of Chu.Now I am haggard and windy, afraid of going out at night.It is better to listen to laughter under Xiang and Lian'er.

This is a poem by Li Qingzhao, about the 15th Lantern Festival after the Spring Festival.

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

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

And at night, at some place, the fireworks were set off, accompanied by the hustle and bustle, and it lasted for several hours, just like the fireworks that never go away.

But the excitement belongs to others, and has nothing to do with Xu Guangling.

At that moment, suddenly, an uncontrollable grief welled up in 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 that you can vent happily.But Xu Guangling's grief can't be vented, and there's nowhere to vent it, and there's no reason to vent it. —Who did he vent to?Who should I vent to?

There isn't one like that, or two.

So he can only be silent.

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

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

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

But there are not many such times.

Who said it?You can get used to anything. — so is grief.

After a long time of sorrow and pain, I can't feel it anymore.As long as life goes on, wounds will always be covered.

After that time, there will be Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, and other similar days, but Xu Guangling is immune to it like a person who has had smallpox once but survived.

After getting out of the haze, this is the first time to face the festive season again.

The fifteenth moon has sixteen rounds, and today it is only fourteenth, but that round of bright moon is actually already bright and round, and it has already risen from the sky at this time, hanging there like a piece of jade.The recent weather is very good. Perhaps because of the big park, the air quality in this city is generally good.

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

Unlike some cities, no matter how sunny the day is, you can only see three or two stars when you look up at night, and even when the moon is full, the moon in the sky has no sense of existence, just like a random It's flat and dull, not even as good as the worst PS.

Feeling the coolness sprinkled on the ground, Xu Guangling is actually in a good mood. Even though he thinks of his parents again, he just regrets that in this beautiful world, at this good time, the family of three cannot be reunited.

But it's okay for the two of them to be together.

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

On earth and in heaven, let the two live in peace.

Xu Guangling walked into Zhang Lao's small building with such a thought, and then, when he entered the study as usual, he still calmed down, concentrated his mind, and tried his best to absorb what Zhang Lao taught him.

Yes, impart.

If the first day or two, two or three days were just "telling", Mr. Zhang was a little secretive when he told the story, and he couldn't let it go. He said something in a way of "casual chatting" with Xu Guangling As for things, then as the next day passed, both the old and the young got used to it. In the narration, they went deeper and deeper, from "telling" to "teaching".

In fact, up to now, the two have become a self-evident, real but nameless teacher-student relationship.

However, Zhang Lao's narration is really unconstrained, which somewhat dilutes the atmosphere of teaching. However, for Xu Guangling, the things he receives from Zhang Lao every day are really many, many, and in terms of quantity, it seems that it cannot be compared with the dream world. Compared, but qualitatively speaking...

Hmm, that's really hard to say.

In short, with the deepening of the lecture, Xu Guangling's cognition of Mr. Zhang's profound knowledge became more and more concrete.

When he first stepped into this study room, Xu Guangling was taken aback by the books in the large study room. But now, Xu Guangling knows that those books are just a background and a foil. The real focus of this study room is Zhang Lao himself.

The sum of all the books in this study, multiplied by ten and a hundred times, is not as important as Zhang Lao himself.

When Xu Guangling came to this conclusion, besides admiration, he was actually quite astonished.

If his head is normal, Xu Guangling probably wouldn't think that Zhang Lao also had such a "dream" like him, and from Zhang Lao's narration, it is known that when he was young, he was herding sheep for the landlord's house, and he probably didn't receive any good treatment. Childhood education.

In fact, even from a young age, his knowledge was too profound. As for the depth, Xu Guangling can only look up at the mountains for the time being. He still can't see how tall Zhang Lao is.

So here comes the question, how did such profound knowledge come about?

Many people may not have a very specific concept of this, but Xu Guangling is different. He has steadfastly nested in the library and read books for several years.It is precisely because of such an experience that he can truly feel the extent of Zhang Lao's erudition.

To what extent?

It is probably to the extent that Xu Guangling is now nestled in the library and studying hard for another 100 years.

Of course, this is just Xu Guangling's general feeling, it can't be very precise.But it was such a rough idea that shocked Xu Guangling. ——Still the question, Mr. Zhang, how did he do it?

Just because he had such a feeling for Zhang Lao, Xu Guangling was not surprised when his understanding of the human body increased at a high speed every day under Zhang Lao's teaching. It should be!

He was just worried that he had failed Zhang Lao's expectations.

By the way, Xu Guangling is not a fool. After so many days and so many late teachings, he has clearly realized that Zhang Lao always has a taste of passing on his mantle. When teaching, it really depends on how much he can understand. How much to take out.

Nothing to hide, nothing to hold back!

Even though he was once quite confident in his studies, Xu Guangling still feels a lot of pressure in the face of such an unexpected study.

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Thanks to "Yi Shilan" for the recommendation vote support.In the old book, I always wanted to thank it but never thanked it. I didn’t want to put it in the new book. :)

Thank you "Civilian" for your monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)