Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

The three-month vacation was passed in a hurry, the time to sit and make coffee was no longer there, and the beauty of the rain hitting the plantains was no longer there, and everything returned to the busy track.

Li Yuanfu was struggling to mediate between his studies, thesis and projects.The pads of his fingers were often blackened by the ink on the printing paper, light marks of goggles were pressed on the bridge of his nose, and the marks on the buttons of the calculator were blurred.

Even so, before going to bed at night, he will light golden candlelight and play a melodious violin in his bedroom; every night, after thinking about the meaning of life all day, Song Yaze will accompany the sound of the violin. , slowly falling asleep...

Mr. Smith's class is still as hot as a boil. In the face of aggressiveness or flattery, his attitude is as stable as Mount Tai, and he is calm and calm.He wrote "Buddhism (Buddhism)" on the whiteboard with an oil-based pen, and turned his feet slowly.

He leaned on the podium, one foot cocked casually, his gray plaid shirt hanging loosely over him.He was kind and kind, staring at the students in the audience with the unique eyes of a wise man.

"Mr. Smith, I think...religion is a different matter from philosophy." A tall blond boy said with a smile.He was shaking his legs, spinning a fountain pen in his hand, and his mouth was full of neat white teeth.

His name was Norton, and he was an active member of the class.Parents are powerful bankers, but he has chosen a philosophy that seems rather uninteresting and runs counter to the family business.He has a handsome appearance, expensive clothes, and a cynical elegance in his gestures.

Smith lowered his chin and raised his eyelids to look at him: "Tell me."

"Most people with faith regard their faith as the truth. They will only passively accept it, and dare not question it, fearing to go to hell." Norton raised his face, eyebrows and eyes raised confidently, "This is completely different from the philosophy of 'love and wisdom' Different. I'm sorry, I think... we shouldn't have this class."

He paused again, and the fountain pen in his hand fell to the table with a snap. "Religion cannot be counted in the scope of philosophy. Philosophers need to think, and religion kills people's ability to think."

Mr. Smith puffed up his smiling eyes and said slowly, "Son, what you are talking about is the difference between 'Buddhism' and 'Buddhism'."

He swayed forward and took a step forward, holding his head high and looking down at the class, like Moses pronouncing God's decree. "I will introduce the theory in the Buddhist scriptures to everyone. As for whether it is Buddhism or Buddhism, it is up to you."

Song Yaze opened the handout, and among the complicated and lengthy English, he actually quoted Chinese passages.He suddenly remembered that the Longzang compiled during the Qianlong period was the most complete system of Buddhist scriptures in the world.Buddhism, which originated in India, declined day by day in its native land and was flourished in China.

He couldn't listen to Mr. Smith's chattering English, and read the Chinese written on the paper intently:

[The Buddha told Ananda, you still listen to the Dharma with a conditioned mind.If a person shows someone the moon with his finger, that person should look at the moon because of his finger. 】

Point to the moon?The Buddha once compared the Buddhist scriptures to the hand and the truth to the moon; pointing to the moon means that the Buddha preached the scriptures in order to let all living beings understand the truth.Song Yaze suddenly remembered that Peng Muzhi's character was "chasing the moon". From this point of view, his intention of choosing the character was "chasing the truth".

He was startled, and continued to look down:

[The voice-hearer is still out of the womb, and the Bodhisattva is still fainted. 】

He had seen the Buddhist term "Gep Yin" on the yellowed paper of the old bookstall.After death, the soul leaves the dead body, and when it enters another body, it forgets everything that happened in the previous life.

People jokingly call it "drinking Mengpo soup", and Buddhist scriptures interpret it as "the mystery of the Yin".

In the dark, Song Yaze seemed to have suddenly opened up, but it was difficult to explain it in words.

"Time is limited, so let's talk so much today. We will continue to discuss later." The get out of class bell rang abruptly, and Mr. Smith sorted out the manuscript as if relaxing, then turned around and walked out the door slowly, humming an out-of-key tune.

Students of different skin colors chatted happily, or left the classroom calmly; Song Yaze was the last one.He hangs the pen on his pocket, arranges the papers neatly, and thinks "I smell like this".As soon as he turned off the light and went out, he suddenly bumped into a playful and unscrupulous face.

Xu Yinliang leaned back obliquely, changed into fashionable pince-nez, and wore a gray-yellow windbreaker, his hair was fixed meticulously with hairspray.His black bean eyes were bent into upside-down boats, looking happy.

"It's been a long time." He said politely, "I found another Chinese restaurant with good taste. Do you want to go?"

"Why don't you go with your girlfriend?" Song Yaze closed the classroom door and asked casually.

"We broke up." Xu Yinliang said with a smile, his tone remained calm, as if he was talking about daily necessities, "It's always that face, no matter how beautiful it is, I'm tired of looking at it."

Looking at the corners of his curved eyes, Song Yaze raised his eyebrows contemptuously, and sighed lightly...

The two came to a remote restaurant.This store is newly opened, not very popular, quite deserted.Fortunately, the proprietress is a Northeast lady with a thick waist and fat legs. She speaks and does things with great energy, which also adds warmth to this small shop.

Song Yaze took a look at the menu, his eyes flashed.He quickly ordered a plate of dumplings, wanting to die for the delicious taste.

"Oh, as long as there is flat food, you will order it." Sitting opposite, Xu Yinliang teased with a nostril.

After a while, four liang of white, tender and smooth dumplings were sitting on the bamboo plate, steaming slowly; through the transparent white skin, the turquoise filling inside could be seen.

As soon as Song Yaze prepared the vinegar dish, Xu Yinliang struck first.With one stroke of his chopsticks, he inserted them into the belly of the dumplings with a swish, dipped them into the vinegar dish, and the sesame oil that flowed out immediately floated on the vinegar surface.

"Why are you so vegetarian?" Xu Yinliang frowned, with dumplings stuffed in his mouth, his voice was indistinct, "Didn't you always like fennel pork stuffing?"

Song Yaze was startled.Pork with fennel?Isn't that a childhood favorite?Peng Muzhi's taste is actually exactly the same as when he was a child.

He was full of thoughts, slowly picked up the chopsticks, and ate a plate of dumplings full of question marks...

When I get home, the house is even more deserted.Mrs. Winter stepped on her slippers and swept the floor, and the whole villa seemed to resound with the sound of the broom rubbing against the ground.She still had a clean apron around her waist, and she was sweeping the floor with great force, not at all like an old woman over sixty years old.

Glancing out of the window, a few stars have already appeared, and the night has dyed the sky a deep blue.

"It's been eleven days, and Mr. Li still hasn't come back for dinner?" He took off his hat and hung it on the hanger, his straight black coat made his face look pale.

"...No, he's very busy." Mrs. Winter froze and said submissively.She turned her back on him, turned on the TV as if nothing had happened, and the surroundings suddenly became noisy.

Song Yaze stared at her for a while, walked up to her in silence, and asked solemnly, "What's wrong with him?"

"Oh, God! I can't even tell a lie," said Mrs. Winter in self-defeating.She put the broom aside, bowed her head and held her chest, "He has another job, and I heard that he can get a weekly salary of ten yuan. Oh, what a poor child, he works so hard!"

Li Yuanfu's project funds were withdrawn, but he never raised the problem of insufficient funds to Song Yaze, not once.

Feeling sore in his heart, he frowned and asked, "Then... what does he do?"

"It seems to be sorting out the data for others." Mrs. Winter said hoarsely, "He won't let me tell you. Oh, poor boy, I have already reduced his rent by ten dollars..."

Back in the bedroom, I took out a large Chinese dictionary that was as heavy as a stone, and took out a piece of paper from the drawer.Song Yaze sat at the table, lit a warm lamp, imitated the tone of classical Chinese, and wrote a letter from home:

【father:

I have a friend named Yuanfu who is good at thinking and talented. He cooperated with the Japanese villain and was deceived by him and lost all his money.I will give him a helping hand in real time, one is to help him tide over the difficulties, and the other is to strengthen the face of our China, and the arrogance of destroying the sun!I hope my father will send some money to support my friend, so that my son will study hard, graduate as soon as possible, and return to China to reunite with relatives and friends.

——Er Yaze]

He paid special attention to typesetting, and also checked the writing methods of traditional characters.After going over and over several times, I sent this affectionate letter back to China...

Within a few days, he received a reply letter, which was also marked with "urgent".The envelope was torn open, and inside was a $100 money order, and a short note was attached:

[My son:

Anyone who serves China must help it!

——Father Song Xiyan]

He happily held up the money order and faced the sunlight outside the window.The thin bill of exchange seems to be translucent, and the texture of the paper can be clearly seen.He couldn't help rubbing his hands, with a smile on his lips all the time, full of emotion and comfort...

He put on his shoes, went to the bank without delay, and exchanged them for real money.He walked so eagerly that he even broke into a trot.The muddy water splashed on his black coat, and his feet were lightly tripped by small roadblocks, but he didn't mind.In the autumn when the temperature was getting colder, he was sweating from the heat.

He asked Mrs. Winter for the key to Li Yuanfu's bedroom, and he walked in.The inside is still spotless, the books are numbered and lined up neatly, and the dark golden sandalwood table is shining in the sun.

With a slight smile, he put the money and the note on the table, with a few words on it: Yuan Fu, take it.

……

Li Yuanfu returned home wearing stars and moons.He hunched over and shuffled his feet, his tie was on one side, and he looked tired.Data accurate to four decimal places ate up his brain cells.

Throwing the coat on the bed, he drooped his eyelids, exhaled deeply, and accidentally glanced at a banknote with a large denomination, and that inconspicuous note, which were placed obliquely on the table, with himself style is clearly inconsistent.

He put the banknotes aside, but picked up the note and stared at it for a long, long time.

Smiling and kissing, carefully put it in the drawer and locked it.He took out the violin, and the orange-red wood glowed with a simple and heavy luster under the light.He was smiling, his dimples were small and shallow, and his gaze on the strings was unprecedentedly gentle...

The sound of the violin gradually came, and Song Yaze slowly opened his eyes.The tune fluctuates up and down, but it is always long and pleasant.He had already fallen asleep, sunk in the soft pillow, his sideburns clung to it casually.He seemed to be looking at the ceiling, but his eyes were out of focus.

"This guy……"

He slowly closed his eyes again, muttered something softly, the corners of his mouth curved slightly...

The author has something to say: Song Yaze is finally going to fall in love, and I am so anxious~~Thanks to the little angel who chased here!

PS:

[Buddha told Ananda, you and others... because that person pointed out, you should look at the moon] - Shurangama Sutra

[The sound-hearer is still unborn, and the Bodhisattva is still in the dark] - Master Lianchi