Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

When Song Yaze stepped into Jiang's mansion, it was deserted inside, except for the servants who were on standby, there was no Jiang family.

He came to the guest room, randomly took out a book from the suitcase, sat at the small table in front of the window, and read it quietly.

The temperature in the room was too high, and he was a little tired.When I opened my eyes again, the sky was already dark, and there was another person in the room. That person was sitting at a small table with his legs crossed, and on his knees was the "Selected Works of Wang Yangming" that he had flipped through at noon.

"Jiang Yuan? Why are you here?" Song Yaze was slightly surprised.

The other party did not reply.

At this time, Jiang Yuan was no longer as cold as before, and he was much haggard.Dark bags under the eyes hang on the face, a little lost.

He moved his eyes away from the book and spoke slowly:

"This kind of book is only read by my grandfather."

He stood up and looked out of the window, with a heavy grief on his face: "My grandpa passed away the day before yesterday."

Song Yaze only felt his heart tighten.

"According to the way of hospitality, I should have picked you up in person," Jiang Yuan said, "but something happened at home and I didn't get away. I'm sorry."

"It's nothing to me, I hope your sorrow will change."

The two fell silent again.Grief over the loss of a loved one cannot be healed by soft words of comfort.

"Do you have a cigarette? Our Jiang family stipulates that all children are not allowed to smoke, but I really want to have one now."

Jiang Yuan's tone was irritable, his jaw twitched slightly, and his throat was also trembling, which was a sign of grief.

Song Yaze lit one for him.He tried to inhale, and then exhaled slowly, the smoke rolled down to his lungs, his eyes narrowed slightly, he seemed calmer, and appeared lonely in the smoke.

At this moment, his emotions are extremely blank, his only grandfather has passed away, and most of the surroundings are enemies and villains.Alas, who else could he trust!

"My parents were kidnapped and killed when I was one year old," he drew heavily on his cigarette. "I was brought up by a bunch of servants."

Song Yaze was shocked, he didn't expect Jiang Yuan to have such an unfortunate past.

"I have a lot of so-called elders and brothers and sisters. But in this family, everyone is calculating. The only one who really cares about me is my grandpa. Now even he is gone. From then on, I am alone in this world. "

He is an emotionally deficient person, often wandering between emotional extremes.Either he sees a world full of love, full of colors, or a world full of barrenness, losing all color.

"He has a deep study of Chinese culture. What you said at the dinner table that day was exactly the same as what my grandfather said, so I decided to cooperate with you at that time."

He turned his head, looking a little impatient: "Can you say something else besides 'sorrow and change'? These four words are almost ringing in my ears. The most versatile are these four words, and the most ruthless are also These four words."

Song Yaze looked at Jiang Yuan fixedly and said, "Then are you willing to listen to the truth?"

"Of course, I hate hypocrisy the most." Jiang Yuan stubbed out the cigarette, waiting for his truth.

"Did Master Jiang ever say 'My heart is the universe, and the universe is my heart'?"

"He said so," Jiang Yuan nodded, "but this is subjective idealism, which is wrong."

"I think this is true. On the contrary, it is much more useful than the objective materialism we have always followed. Since Mr. Jiang agrees with this point of view, he must have no pain at the moment of his death."

"According to Wang Yangming's point of view, what really makes people suffer is not the objective situation, but the human mentality. People who recognize this truth will face death calmly and not be sad. Master Jiang, it is painless. left."

"Master Jiang is not sad, why should the living cry? Your sorrow is not because of Master Jiang, but because of the loss of love. In the final analysis, it is for yourself."

Song Yaze's words hit Jiang Yuan's heart word by word, and they carried a lot of weight.After a long while, Jiang Yuan slowly opened his mouth: "Aren't you afraid of offending me when you say that?"

"As you said just now, you hate hypocrisy the most."

Jiang Yuan looked at him for a while, then smiled softly:

"Very well, but you have to promise that you will always be honest with me in the future."

"Okay." Song Yaze agreed and made a sincere promise.

Due to the passing of Mr. Jiang, the planned dinner party was also cancelled.

The next morning, Jiang's family held a grand and solemn funeral. Even the outside of the house was surrounded by reporters, vying to report the death of the business tycoon.

Political and business celebrities gather here, all in black suits with white flowers pinned to their chests.Their faces are heavy, their temperament is extraordinary, each of them is well-dressed, and there is no sense of sadness.

After the funeral, people talk to each other and negotiate through the funeral.Celebrities use it to go abroad, and reporters use it as a gimmick to compete for headlines.

In this way, the funeral of a generation of heroes came to an end when you came and I went.He supported many people in his life, cooperated with many people, hired many workers, and paid huge taxes.Right now, she is also using her own death as a wedding dress for others.

The so-called life of a person may be all-powerful, famous all over the world, brilliant, obscure, or humble.But in the end, there will be such a day that dying in the true or false feelings of others will become the topic of chatting among acquaintances after dinner.

But the heart that is just around the corner will never die.

At noon, the hypocritical funeral was finally over, the busy celebrities hurried back home, and the reporters who crowded the door also went back to release news.The whole Jiangfu seemed a little deserted.

Jiang Yuan took Song Yaze to the backyard garden for a walk.This place is like a European court, it seems to have a legacy of ancient Greece, and it has a somewhat sacred meaning.

They went up to the high stone pavilion, from which they could have a panoramic view of the whole garden.

"This house was given to me by my grandfather during his lifetime. Later, when I was established as the heir, I found someone to build this garden. It was just a flat land before."

He paused, then said, "I've never brought anyone here before."

Song Yaze was startled. He looked at Jiang Yuan silently, and found that the other party had turned his head to look at him.

"Song Yaze, in your eyes, what kind of person am I?"

This is a wild question.

Jiang Yuan was silent for a while, and then said: "You promised me to be honest with me."

Song Yaze turned his eyes to the distance, and said slowly:

"You can be said to be an elite in the business world. You have a smooth career, both fame and fortune. It can be said that you have never suffered."

Jiang Yuan nodded: "Very good, continue."

"Your only pain lies in the lack of emotion. You lost your parents when you were young, and you can only fight alone. The only one you can rely on is Mr. Jiang. But although Mr. Jiang is sincere to you, he is not only your grandfather. are equal, which is why you mourn your own loneliness more than mourning his death."

"You are indifferent on the surface, but in fact you are paranoid in your heart, and you desire love more than anyone else. You look rational and calm, but in fact you are emotional and easily swayed by emotions."

The sharp words made Jiang Yuan feel relieved.He felt that his heart was opened by a key, and a sense of reality that he had never had before gradually spread. His restless heart was seen through by others at this moment, and he simply kept to himself.

He looked at Song Yaze, grabbed his shoulders suddenly, pressed his lips tightly, and it took him a long time to say, "You really understand me."

Looking at Jiang Yuan's complicated eyes, Song Yaze sighed.

"Why are you sighing?" Jiang Yuan stared at Song Yaze and asked.

"It's a pity that people are not satisfied." Song Yaze said.

"You were born rich and noble. Although your emotions are empty, you have never tasted the sufferings of the world. There are many people in this world who can't eat enough, can't afford to go to school, can't afford to see a doctor, live in poverty all day long, and work hard every day for rations. They have It’s so hard that I don’t even care about the lack of emotion, as long as I have food and clothing, I am happy.”

"You live the life everyone dreams of, but you are still dissatisfied with your destiny. Alas! People always see what they don't have, so they will always suffer. Learn to be content, Jiang Yuan!"

Jiang Yuan was stunned, this was the first time he had heard someone say that to him, and his heart was just immersed in a solid heart, as if he had been scolded by someone.

He suddenly became excited, but he had an indescribable mood, being exposed, seen through, and scolded.He had never experienced such a roller coaster of emotional ups and downs since he was born.

"Is it... I am not satisfied?" He was puzzled, as if talking to himself.

"Yes, because you have never suffered or suffered any hardships, so you don't know how hard life can be." Song Yaze's tone was a little heavy, perhaps thinking of his tortuous past.

Jiang Yuan looked at him, a little dizzy.At this moment, he felt his blood was hot, and he always felt a great sense of security in front of Song Yaze.

The heart wrapped tightly by this sense of security is extremely relaxed, but extremely tired. Perhaps this heart has been fighting for more than 20 years, but today, it finally encountered a warm harbor.