The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

From the locker in the kitchen, he took out several bottles of soda in glass bottles bought from Watsons. He chose the orange-flavored one. Shaoting opened the cap, and took a couple of sips with a bold mouth.

When he walked out of the kitchen, he was thinking that Watsons had such a long history. In his impression, it was not a store selling cosmetics. He saw Xu Huaiqing sitting in the living room, bent over, with his fists on his forehead, looking like a "thinker" "Looks like a statue.

When Shaoting sees Xu Huaiqing now, he will not be like a mouse seeing a cat like before. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is a little afraid of him—so much so that he always avoids him and lives under the same roof. It has nothing to do with cheap dad.

It is true that Xu Huaiqing himself always leaves early and returns late. Now we have been together for a long time without knowing it. Just like Xu Shaoting once said, it takes time to ease the relationship between the two. He held his breath and held a glass bottle of soda carefully. Passing through the living room, which must be passed back to the bedroom, under the effect of time, I am not afraid of Xu Huaiqing now, but I am afraid that my footsteps will disturb this person.

Maybe he's not pretending to be a meditator, he's really meditating, isn't he?

He also guessed what Xu Huaiqing was thinking about, or being sad. When he heard what Xu Huaiqing said on the phone, he couldn't help feeling resentful for what the Japanese did.

But also because he came from a hundred years later, he knows the final result of history, so he is destined not to be like Xu Huaiqing.He has resentment, but there is no powerless grief beyond resentment.

But one foot stepped out of the living room, the mouth of the glass bottle smelled like oranges, and the half bottle of soda dangled in a circle, the thin boy still sighed, turned around and walked to the opposite side of the meditator sit on the sofa.

The meditator seemed to be aware of it, and withdrew his hand supporting his forehead, rubbed his temple in distress, and asked aloud, "Shaoting, are you still awake? Did I wake you up by calling?"

The young man is sitting upright, and now he is not afraid of Xu Huaiqing, it can be seen that this person is still unconscious as if he met the dean, and he always feels that you can't face him with a relaxed and neglectful attitude towards such a person.

You can't relax too casually, as if you don't respect such a person.

"It's not even nine o'clock." Xu Shaoting said, "I haven't slept at this time."

Xu Huaiqing then said: "It's better to go to bed early, so that getting up early is also healthy for the body."

He complained in his heart, how could he sleep at this hour.

Xu Huaiqing suddenly said with understanding: "You want to write a novel. I heard that you are always more inspired at night. In short, don't stay up until eleven or twelve o'clock before going to bed. It will hurt your body too much."

So he continued to complain in his heart, for him, going to bed at [-] or [-] o'clock is a healthy routine, but he also heard the compromise in Xu Huaiqing's words, he always gave his two children more freedom than discipline.

Both Xu Yanran and Zhang Shi once said about him: He is too indulgent in treating children.

Xu Yanran said: "The children are given so much freedom now, but in the future they may all become constraints."

Mrs. Zhang also said: "You are a loving father, and I am not a strict mother. A pair of parents must be stricter."

In the end, everyone only listened to Xu Huaiqing's natural answer: "It's also when they are children, they can be happier and they can be called free. In the future, they will grow up, work, start a family, raise children, and have to take care of their own lives. There will be no more freedom to talk about."

"Why deprive me of my childhood, which is such a pitiful time of freedom compared to my whole life?"

Xu Shaoting is no longer surprised by Xu Huaiqing's always enlightened and advanced thinking. I will not mention whether what he said is correct or not, but in such an era, how long can you keep happy and innocent? For people born in this era, Asking himself, he thinks that he really can't be too harsh.

"I'll go to bed early." The boy replied.

"You know how to take care of your own body and pay attention to your health, which is the first step in growing up." Xu Huaiqing pulled himself together and looked at the boy in front of him.

He thought for a while, then made a persuasive expression, and said with a gentle tone on his handsome face: "I also came here when I was a teenager. When I was a teenager, I always wanted to make a big career. I don't know what I want to do. , but first learned to look down on the people around me. I feel that everyone is drunk and I am alone, and everyone is mediocre. How can life be without pursuit, and only think about how to make money and eat enough every day? This kind of life has no meaning?"

Xu Shaoting didn't know how to answer: "..."

According to his own experience, his rebellious period was just withdrawn and indifferent, but the whole growth process revolved around the two themes of eating enough and how to make money to support himself, so he didn't understand the kind of me He is a unique and special existence, and he has never had the idea that "life like making money and eating enough is meaningless and disgusting".

After what Xu Huaiqing said, he suddenly found that he lived a very pragmatic life.

Unexpectedly, Xu Huaiqing said with a smile: "But it's not a bad thing for young people to have such thoughts. Only after experiencing wild fantasies first, can they understand how to be down-to-earth later?"

Xu Shaoting couldn't hold back: "Keep your feet on the ground and look up at the starry sky."

Xu Huaiqing also couldn't hold back, repeated these eight words, and then looked at the young man in front of him in amazement.

He seemed to be pleasantly surprised, but also more emotional, shook his head, sighed, and finally said: "Young Court, you shouldn't be trapped in this small world."

Xu Shaoting was startled, and asked tentatively, "Is this going to send me to study abroad?"

Xu Huaiqing looked at him: "It depends on whether you are willing or not. Even as a parent, I shouldn't force my children. As I said, you are all independent individuals, not me and your mother. private property."

"It's just that you don't need me, as a father, to give you any ideological guidance." Xu Huaiqing looked at the person in front of him, "I am at your age, and I am not as good as you in terms of spiritual realm. I am not as good as you at your age. At that time, I only learned to be full of useless resentment, and I was like a headless chicken, just thinking about going abroad, going abroad, learning the knowledge of other countries, and returning to serve my country.”

"There's nothing wrong with this idea." Xu Shaoting replied inexplicably. "Isn't everyone like this?"

There are so many students studying abroad, isn't it for the purpose of learning from the barbarians to control the barbarians?What is Xu Huaiqing angry about?

Xu Huaiqing laughed at himself, and patiently answered the young man's question: "There is nothing wrong with going abroad to learn knowledge, but what do you need to learn, and how can you return to your country and really save the country?"

"There is nothing wrong with patriotism, but is it true patriotism, or do you think you are destined to be a great person? So the so-called patriotism and contempt for the people around you are running around for a living, but in fact it is just the arrogance and arrogance of your own human nature. .”

"So if you are at this age, you should be down-to-earth and do practical things step by step-write articles, publish them, and get paid for your own labor. As a father, I will never be as good as you at the same age." Xu Huaiqing sighed. over.

Then the melancholy on his face subsided a bit, and he also showed a sincere admiration and pride on the boy in front of him who was also a child of his own blood.

Seeing Xu Huaiqing so relieved, Shaoting didn't dare to take such a compliment in his heart, just like facing Principal Ye, he only felt ashamed when he praised people like them.

Originally, when he came to the Republic of China, he only wanted to be a salted fish, but now he earns money by writing novels, and it is only because of the circumstances in which he lived since he was a child that he has the idea that only he can be relied on in this world, and of course only the money he earns belongs to him .

"And you have never been proud of it, and you have never been immersed in fame and fortune. You are still the same as before..." Xu Huaiqing stopped suddenly when he said this.

It provoked Shao Ting to ask curiously: "What is the same as before?"

It's obviously unfinished.

But Xu Huaiqing changed the subject: "You sat here to say something to me? Let me take the words away, and you always listen to me say things like that. Thinking about it, I think I'm very long-winded and boring."

Xu Shaoting refused to give up, he said: "You finish first, I do have something to tell you, but if you say halfway like this, I will feel uncomfortable if I don't finish listening."

——Of course, it's okay if Xu Huaiqing doesn't say anything, and he won't feel really uncomfortable, but it's rare for him to be curious about his image in Xu Huaiqing's eyes before.

Xu Huaiqing obviously thought about it for a few seconds, and he smiled gently: "Naturally, he is not surprised by favor or shame. What he was like before, now he has become a famous person in the streets and alleys, and his temperament is still the same as before."

Shao Ting replied honestly: "I really don't understand that I am famous..."

A hundred years later, he can at least see that he is very "famous" from the daily background income, comments, and monthly ticket list. Now he stays at home every day, except for those hundreds of letters, he really can't realize that he is already a person. "Celebrity" too.

"In short, even those who are older than you, even me, may not be able to be proud and complacent for a while." Xu Huaiqing said with a smile, "If you can do this, Shaoting, you are definitely not someone in the pool."

Xu Shaoting fell into deep thought.Xu Huaiqing asked him: "So what do you want to tell me?"

He said: "Are you actually trying to say that I am the same as before, like a salted fish?"

Xu Huaiqing: "...how could I miss you like this!"

Xu Shaoting saw the anxious and clarified tone of Daddy Cheap, and rolled his eyes in his heart. He really thought of him like this... He is not a salted fish. He treats him as a salted fish... now he is also treated as a salted fish?

Forget it, compared with Xu Huaiqing's busy day, calling him a salty fish is not a slander.

The boy exposed the matter magnanimously, and he said concisely: "We must never agree to the Japanese meddling in our textbooks."

Xu Huaiqing: "You...tell me what you think."

Shao Ting said seriously: "It doesn't take cannon bullets to invade a country. Isn't there a ready-made example now?"

"What is it?" Xu Huaiqing asked in surprise.

"Opium." Xu Shaoting spat out two words.

Xu Huaiqing is so smart, he immediately thought of the profit chain behind this thing, and the erosion and corruption of this thing from people's spirit and body.

"One generation hates people, the second generation receives new education, and the third generation may not agree with their own country's culture at all."

"Will a person who has no sense of identity with his country's culture still consider himself a Chinese?"

"Things that you can even think of..." Xu Huaiqing said here, he laughed, but the smile was a little miserable, "But we have to admit that many of our traditional cultures are indeed full of dross."

"Actually, what is culture?" Xu Shaoting sighed, "Does the novel I write in Chinese count as our own culture? I think sometimes culture represents a kind of spirit."

Xu Huaiqing looked at the child in surprise: "I would like to hear the details..."

"I met Principal Ye." The boy said to the father who had only been with him for two months. "I didn't think of the answer myself, but I was touched by Principal Ye's conversation."

On the autumn evening of the Shanghai stock market, Xu Huaiqing almost repeated what Principal Ye had said after listening to his child.

Finally the boy said: "What is our cultural spirit? I think it is what Principal Ye said."

Xu Huaiqing was silent for a long time, but the answer was self-evident in the minds of both of them.

——Although he died nine times, he still has no regrets, and I will search up and down.

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After this conversation, in order to prevent the Japanese from intervening in Chinese textbooks, Xu Huaiqing became even more frantic and went home one day in a hurry, carrying a boxy little With a suitcase and two changes of clothes, he boarded the northbound train in a very simple manner and went on a business trip.

As a result, both Xu Yanran and Mrs. Zhang were a little worried about him. When the two chatted, Xu Yanran said: "Where is Shanghai and Hong Kong safe now? Going to the north...I'm really worried about whether he can come back with all the parts."

Mrs. Zhang also covered her chest and recited Amitabha Buddha. Zhenzhen approached her. She didn't know what kind of Western culture she had been exposed to recently. She opened her mouth and said to Mrs. Zhang, "There are gods in the East, and there are gods in the West. Isn't it safest to worship them all?"

As he spoke, he made the sign of the cross, and prayed in a serious manner: "Mom has already worshiped the Buddha, so let me just say Hallelujah, God, you must bless Dad to return safely."

Xu Shaoting, who listened to the entire conversation, sighed in his heart that Zhenzhen is really a stupid girl. If there is a God, or if there is a god, he would complain about how insincere her prayers are.

It's just that Xu Yanran flipped through his newly written manuscript, and she glanced at her nephew Nahan and asked, "Why is the plot behind you different from the outline?"