Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Li Yuanfu's cabin can be said to be dust-free, and all the objects are neatly placed.It is obviously the same layout, but it is much more regular than other cabins.

Li Yuanfu poured a cup of warm water for Song Yaze, put pumpkin seeds and watermelon seeds in a small plate, and served them as conversation companions.

Song Yaze's appetite was not good, and he felt that snacks such as eating melon seeds were a pastime exclusively for ladies, so he just picked up a cup to drink water.

"Physics is a subject introduced from the West, and many people in China have never been exposed to it. You must be very smart if you are so good at physics." He laughed, and the gold thread lace button on the vest shook the face of the person opposite. Eye.

Li Yuanfu became shy when he heard the praise: "I love to study these things. Everything has its own laws of operation. It is very interesting to explore their principles."

"Looking at the world with the eyes of physics, everything becomes physics." Song Yaze put the cup lightly, "I live in the same world as you, and I have never found it interesting to study physics, but I think philosophy is interesting."

Li Yuanfu paused for a few seconds, then said: "Didn't you say that? Philosophy and science are just different routes to the same goal, and the destination is the truth."

Song Yaze was slightly startled, and asked, "Do you still remember what I said?"

"Yeah." Li Yuanfu nodded shyly, and said, "After I went back last night, I have been thinking about your words. I guess, science is about studying from appearance to essence, and philosophy is from essence to appearance. But who knows Who has mastered the appearance? Who has mastered the essence? So, isn’t the truth messed up into a pot of porridge?”

Song Yaze was influenced by his inquisitive spirit, and his expression became serious: "I once read a Buddhist scripture, which said that one is everything, and everything is one. This refers to the essence, and everything refers to everything. If we think this way, we You live in the essence all the time, but you don't know it yourself, and you are confused by everything."

Li Yuanfu became interested, and added: "What you are talking about is the 'identity of sex and appearance' in Buddhism! When I was still in school, a missionary gave a speech, saying that the end of science is religion. At that time, I just thought I just listened to it; now I find that both Newton and Einstein confessed to believe in Jesus, which just confirms this truth!"

Song Yaze said with a smile: "You are engaged in scientific research, and you still speak for religion?"

"I chose physics to explore the truth, not for physics itself." Li Yuanfu said seriously, with a light in his eyes, "Physics does not equal truth, it is just a path to truth. The same goes for religion and philosophy."

Song Yaze smacked these words carefully, put his hand on his chin, and said without thinking: "This is the first time I have discussed such a topic with others."

"Me too." Li Yuanfu's voice trembled, and the feeling of poking the bottom of his heart made his eyes red. "I have always longed for a friend to communicate with me, but they ignore me."

Song Yaze let out a chuckle: "Most people would rather live in appearances to entertain themselves than spend their brain cells thinking about the essence. I heard some people say that studying philosophy is no different from learning nothing..."

"That's because they don't want to think, and prefer to live stupidly..." As soon as the words came out, Li Yuanfu felt that the words were reckless and offensive, so he blushed again, and stopped talking embarrassingly.

Song Yaze blushed again when he saw him go back to his old ways, and said, "Actually, you have a good eloquence and a nice voice, but you rarely communicate with the outside world, so it's easy to suffer."

"It doesn't matter." Li Yuanfu whispered, his eyes dodged, "As long as I have a good confidant, even if I only tell him to listen to me, I will be content."

Song Yaze was taken aback, and said slightly sadly, "I'm the same as you. In fact, I've always wanted to say these things, but I never met the right person to say them."

Li Yuanfu stared at his regretful expression, suddenly felt sour, and said softly: "Most people are indifferent to me, a few relatives and friends care about whether I have enough food and clothing, but no one has ever mentioned my inner pursuit. He paused, and added: "You are still the first."

The two chatted from science to philosophy and religion, and then to truth.Song Yaze has never chatted so heartily with anyone, it seems that when two souls meet, a spark of sympathy is sparked...

Before falling asleep, taking advantage of Song Yaze's spare time when he went to the bathroom, Li Yuanfu straightened the sheets on the upper bunk, wiped the ladders up and down again, and took out a pair of new cotton mops, for fear that Song Yaze might find the environment uncomfortable .

When everything was ready, he cast his eyes on the foreign-style vest that Song Yaze took off.He picked it up carefully and stroked the English logo embroidered on the neckline. This was a precious item that he could never afford.

Li Yuanfu sighed silently, took out new unworn clothes from the bag as a bedding, folded his vest neatly, and placed them on the bedding.At this time, he was inexplicably relieved, and grinned at the vest...

The next day, the ship's radio broadcast woke up the passengers from their sleep, and the content was nothing more than the regional conflict between China and Japan, casualties and so on.Li Yuanfu woke Song Yaze up, and the two of them washed up and went to the restaurant together for dinner.

Today's restaurant is extraordinarily noisy, the voices are much more enthusiastic than before, and you can often see red-faced Chinese arguing.Probably the Sino-Japanese conflict that was broadcast this morning pricked the patriotic nerve of the Chinese people and shot down all expectations of studying abroad, leaving only righteous indignation.

"Whoa-"

The sound of the tragic death of the porcelain plate suppressed the uproar of human voices a lot.Song Yaze was startled by the sound, and looked over quickly, only to find that Liu Lingzhi was arguing with others, standing in the middle of a pile of crumbled porcelain, looking like a soldier who feared death.

An unbearable national curse was rippling in the restaurant, and the Chinese all understood it.

Song Yaze couldn't help laughing, it turns out that national curses can also travel through time and space; time is changing, space is changing, the sun still rises in the east and sets in the west, and national curses are also enduring.

"You're still arguing for the Japanese pirates..." Liu Lingzhi pointed at the young man opposite and cursed angrily. Because of his anger, his speech was slurred.

The young man who was scolded looked extremely weak, with a pale face, pince-nez on high cheekbones, and a sour temperament.He knew that he was in the wrong, no matter how powerful his defense was, he lost his strength when he encountered the word "patriotism".Facing the reproachful gazes from around him, he clenched his lower lip and shrugged his head, fleeing the crowd resentfully.

"I know that man, his name is Huang Su." Sitting opposite Song Yaze, Li Yuanfu glanced at the weak back and said, "He used to sleep on my upper bunk, but later moved out. He is going to study economics, just like me. Sudwal University."

At this time, Li Yuanfu seemed to suddenly think of something, and asked, "I only know that you study philosophy, but I don't know which school you are going to."

"I'm going to Wizz University." Song Yaze took a sip of milk and pushed aside the accompanying sugar cube.

Li Yuanfu noticed this small detail, and after a pause for a few seconds, he whispered: "Sudwal and Wiz are very close..."

In the middle of speaking, he hesitated to speak again and again, pretending to be nonchalant, he took a bite of the bread, as if he had never spoken...

In the next month and a half, Song Yaze moved back and lived with Xu Yinliang.Literati always have some romantic atmosphere, and Xu Yinliang is one of the best.He speaks English well, and the love words poured down from his mouth like water, which really fascinated the girl who was just in love half to death.

His skills in picking up girls are superb, and he can write long English love poems as soon as he opens his mouth.Song Yaze once laughed at him: "I have only learned one-sided English, but only love terms".

Xu Yinliang didn't take it seriously, and instead replied: "English is also very beautiful, so what if you only know about love. Seeing the spectacle sees the leopard, understand?"

"Oh, tell me, how beautiful is it?" Song Yaze joked.

Xu Yinliang scratched his head, searched in his mind, and said with an idea: "In English, 'poetic justice' is literally translated as 'poetic justice', which actually means 'retribution'. Don't you think it's beautiful?! "

When Song Yaze heard this, he nodded thoughtfully and agreed, "It's true."

With Xu Yinliang's adjustment, Song Yaze's life on board is not monotonous.He occasionally bumped into Li Yuanfu, but they just nodded and greeted each other, and there was no more in-depth communication.

Day and night, the cruise ship passed through the sky full of stars, passed through the rising sun and the bright moon, and finally arrived at Boston Harbor.

When disembarking and parting, Li Yuanfu wore a long-brimmed hat and changed into a black gown.Because of his lack of money, he sent the waiter who was going to help him with his luggage, and carried the patched coarse cloth bag on his shoulder, and mustered up the courage to say goodbye to Song Yaze.

He took a few deep breaths, lowered the brim of his hat, stared at the white dress in front of him, and walked towards him step by step.Halfway through the walk, suddenly, his footsteps stopped hesitantly.

Song Yaze had too much luggage to drag the weight of the books, so he had to ask two waiters to help carry them.

Li Yuanfu watched from a distance from behind, Song Yaze took out his wallet, took out a few green bills from it, and handed it to the waiter with a smile on his face; and the two waiters hurriedly nodded and bowed, respectful and flattering.

He couldn't help but feel sad, and a kind of unconcealable inferiority complex rushed over, making him stiff in place, unable to take a step for a long time.The boat passengers behind impatiently urged him to get out of the way, so he hurriedly got out of the way, hurriedly apologized, and at the same time secretly glanced at the fading figure...

Since he was a child, he was still an auditor in a private school, so he knew Song Yaze.

That person always wears the latest clothes, the shoes are bright, the hair is combed meticulously, his eyes are full of a gentle smile, he never utters vicious and harsh words, and he is rarely in high spirits. People will also help.

Noble birth, gentle as jade, unattainable.

There was a light rain in the sky, covering Boston like a fog.Li Yuanfu stared at the white figure in the wetness, and smiled sourly. His hair and eyelashes were stained with water vapor, which was not very real.