mayfly era

"What's the difference between Fengshui and shaman?" Chen Li asked while eating the soup. This old lady was very friendly and funny, and one couldn't help but want to keep chatting with her.

"It's Fengshui masters and shamans," the old woman corrected him, "everything is different, with different origins, different algorithms, and different logos. To talk about the biggest difference, Fengshui masters count people, Saman Calculation is about things, people are easier to flow than things, so Fengshui is much more complicated than shaman calculations. Oh yes... there is only one Fengshui hexagram in Fengshui that is good at calculating the flow of things, but I don't teach this, the human spirit is difficult To control the hexagram plate, you will enter a dead corner of logic, and you will never get out."

Chen Li was puzzled, "As long as things can be determined, how important are people?"

"Why is it not important, why is it not important!" The old woman yelled, "People are alive, things are dead, things don't care about their own ends, can people not care about their own life and death?"

Chen Li pondered over what the old woman said, and couldn't help but admit that it made sense, and nodded.

"How about the soup I made?" The old woman added another bowl to each of them. The pot had bottomed out, showing a scorched black color. The walls were painted shiny.

"It's delicious." Chen Li said, and the smoking guns beside him also chimed in, complimenting the old lady happily.

The three drank the whole pot of rice cake soup, Chen Li went to the common kitchen outside the house to help the old woman wash the pots and dishes, leaving the pipe and the old woman staring at each other, the old woman suddenly laughed , obviously has a strong interest in him.

"What happened to your right eye?"

"Ah, I was injured during the war." Smoker said lightly.

"Is it something you can't let go of?"

Smoker froze for a moment, he didn't expect a Feng Shui master to be so keen and straightforward, he nodded, "Yes, I often think about it, and I will be very unhappy."

"Don't be unhappy, life is short," said the old woman, "let the past pass, both you and Xiao Ye."

"Saya." Smoker repeated the name, but he understood it quickly.

"He told you all those things, right?"

Smoker laughed, "You really can figure out everything."

The old woman raised her chin, and her tone was a little haughty, "It doesn't matter, he can bring you here, he must trust you very much."

"Well, you are really good." The pipe flowed down the water, boasting to the old woman.

"Of course I'm great," the old woman said without any modesty. "I'm 130 years old this year, and you haven't lived to a fraction of my age."

Smoker was stunned, "This, this can't be seen."

"I have experienced the 130 years of this country. I have eaten and seen everything, but I am not tired of it," said the old woman. "For me, living is still a very interesting thing."

"I also want to live like you." Smoker smiled.

"But even if I have lived for 130 years, I have only seen one Chenming." The old woman continued to herself.

Hearing the name mentioned by the old woman, Smoker didn't think it was strange, but just nodded, "She is a legend."

"Whether it is legendary or not, in my eyes, she is a stubborn little girl who will never listen to other people's words. Xiaoye is much better than her, at least she is human."

Yan Qiang has heard many evaluations of General Chenming, with mixed opinions and mixed reviews, but this is the first time he has heard such an evaluation. This kind of statement is actually very kind.

"And she treats Xiao Ye too badly, how can she be such a mother..." Before the old woman finished speaking, Chen Li came in from outside the house.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing two thin forearms, transparent water droplets were dripping down his red fingertips, and the smoking gun moved in his heart.

The old woman stood up, took a piece of white cotton cloth from the side, but stuffed it into the hand of the pipe, and winked, "Go and wipe it for others."

Yan Qiang understood instantly, and rushed forward with a stride. He had never been so active in a fight.He wrapped Chen Li's hands with a white cloth, holding these slender hands, he felt heavy and comfortable in his heart.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at Chen Li's face affectionately, and asked softly, "Is it cold?"

Chen Li gave him a sidelong glance, and was about to pull his hand out, but found that the bong was wrapped in cloth and his hand was motionless like an iron claw, and he couldn't help but get a little angry, "You want to go back to Master Hei again? "

"Hey, there is nothing, there is nothing." The smoker smiled, put it away as soon as it was good, and let go of his hand immediately.

Chen Li wiped off the cold water on his hands, hung the cloth towel back to its original place, and turned his head to the old woman, "I came today to ask you about the Mayfly Era."

The old woman frowned slightly, "Did you feel it?"

"No," Chen Li shook his head, "Someone told me that just yesterday, the era of mayflies came."

The faces of the old woman and the smoking gun changed color at the same time, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became dignified, the air flow did not move, and the dust seemed to be hovering in the air.

The sun is thin and warm, cast into the bright window, and shine on the faces of the three people. Under the transparent light, people will melt into the light, as if the gods are alive.

However, they are just mortals, mortals against fate.It's just that I knew it earlier and clearer than others, but it's not a pain.

"Her calculation is different from feng shui and shaman counting. It does not need numbers and units." The old woman held her chin with her hands, her vibrant eyes looked ahead, and became a little blurred. She was trying to recall the past , "So her algorithm can't become a school, so they are pressing her hard, because even she can't explain her own ability."

"Do you know what the era of mayflies refers to?" Chen Li asked.

The old woman shook her head, "She never explained it to me, and maybe she couldn't explain it clearly herself. After all, there are no numbers or units in her calculations, and she probably doesn't even have language. Maybe she conveyed the meaning of the 'ephemera era' 'These four words, I have tried my best."

Chen Li nodded calmly, not feeling agitated at the old woman's vague answers.

"Is it moderate, or aggressive?" asked the smoking gun.

"Didn't I tell you just now? Feng Shui is about people, people's interactions, people's life and death, people's happiness, anger, worry, sorrow, sorrow and fear. You ask me whether this matter is mild or radical, how should I answer? "The old lady was very straightforward, and she blurted out when she was dissatisfied.

"Then I'll ask a shaman, can I get the answer?" Smoker raised his eyebrows.

"That kind of low-level logos can at best figure out what you had for lunch today." The old woman was full of disdain.

Smoker curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "I'll just tell him and it's over, why bother?"

"Then why are you looking for me?" Chen Li asked.

"Before your mother left, she came to see me and said that her house was useless... The child was entrusted to me. I guess she entrusted several people, but that was Chenming. Who could refuse her request? "The old lady murmured, "When she opened her mouth, she said the same sentence: 'You know I never ask for help', and I knew her next sentence would be 'but' whatever, it doesn't matter .”

"But I didn't expect that she's really done with it..." The old woman continued, turning her eyes to Chen Yue, and her eyes suddenly became much deeper.

"I said that I am not her child because I have never been able to count her. In her body, I can't see the 'vein', I can only see the faint 'light and shade'. When I first saw you , I know that you are her child... because, I also cannot see your 'vein', not even 'light and shade'."

"What is 'vein'?" Chen Li asked.

The old woman turned her head and looked out of the window. There was sunshine, dust, and other things outside the clear window. She said, "Some people are like leaves, some people are like trees, and some people are like the core of wood. They are all different."

"Is she and me the only ones you can't see?" Chen Li asked again.

"Of course there are more, but very few, except you, there is only one these years," the old woman said, "but that person can't see everything, I think he is like a leaf, a tree, and sometimes a tree. cogs or the inside of a clock, and sometimes, he's Buddha sitting in hell...I think that's because he's moving so fast, faster than my eyes."

"What did you see on T?"

The old woman suddenly smiled, "It's very interesting, the 'light and shade' on T's body is very similar to that of Chen Ming, both light and shade are in the middle, swaying slowly and evenly on the body."

Chen Li frowned slightly, "What does this represent?"

"Yin and yang embrace each other, and light and shade are also one," said the old woman, "this means that their choices will become an eternal single closed loop."

"What do you mean?"

"Just looking at 'light and shade' is not accurate. Feng Shui has always been based on calculating 'vein'," the old woman said earnestly, "The choice will become a closed loop forever, which means that their choice is meaningless, and the ending is often The same. It can also be said that their choice was doomed from the beginning, and there will be no second choice."

Chen Li nodded, shook his head again, and said honestly, "I don't understand these theories very well, but I seem to understand."

"Go back if you understand," the old woman yawned and shrugged, "It's really cold here, you should wear more."

Chen Li obviously had no intention of leaving, "Do you know Master Mei?"

"Who?" The old woman looked confused.

"Plum seal."

"I do know a guy named Mei, but that guy has been buried in the earth for many years, and he was quite young when he died," the old woman recalled. Wearing a top hat, I always thought he was bald, but I didn't expect to take it off, and his hair is quite thick."

"What is his 'vein' and 'light and shade' like?"

"I can't remember this. It's not a special person. An ordinary scholar, at most he's a bit flirtatious. There's nothing weird about him."

Chen Li nodded, stood up and thanked the old woman. The old woman was very enthusiastic and told them that she could make beef noodles and baked buns, and they were welcome to eat again next time.

The two of them walked out of the dirt alley, the smoking gun stretched their stiff lower back vigorously, and cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, it's like listening to heavenly scriptures."

Chen Li shrugged, "Actually, I didn't understand either."

"The meal is quite delicious."

"Then you will come here often."

"No, this old lady is hard to serve."

Chen Li didn't move on to the next destination, but stood in the alley of the dirt alley and fell into deep thought. After a while, there was a hint of hesitation in his voice, "You said, are we going to find that writer?"

"That person is probably an accomplice of Young Master Mei. If you look for it now, the boss will definitely not let him go, and it's not appropriate." Yan Qiang is more familiar with the situation of the base than Chen Li. "These two are currently in sight, and there is no change. It’s not good to startle the snake.”

"I want to figure out what Master Mei wants to do now." Chen Li's dark eyes were covered with confusion and bewilderment, like fog floating on a frozen lake in winter night, "I want to know what kind of person he is, his life experience What happened, his appearance...is too vague."

Yan Qiang flipped through the information shared in the channel, and suddenly said, "The only intersection between this writer and Master Mei is that they are both college students who graduated from national universities, but they are not from the same class. Master Mei is much younger."

The mist in Chen Yue's eyes seemed to have dissipated a bit, and he said to the smoking gun, "Let's go for a walk."

"Well, I get a headache when I read the book, and let me go to school."

"Then don't go."

Smoking guns like this trick the most, "How do we get in? The National University is not open to the public."

"Let the typhoid figure out a way."

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I may not be able to update daily next week, I am a little bit busy at work

But it will definitely be done the next day!