The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 1282 The power of suffering, inner peace

The first time he woke up at his uncle’s house in Shanghai, Zhong Wenyong realized that it was still early.

 Looking at the dazzling sunlight outside the window, it seems that the sun rises earlier here than at home.

 I slept very soundly last night.

 Not only because he is still a child and there is no problem with bed recognition.

  It was even more because he found his inner peace from Lu Yao's novel.

After all, compared to Shaoan Shaoping's suffering, what does his disability mean?

 He breathed a long sigh of relief, and there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Zhong Wenyong rolled out of bed, but he heard his old uncle's voice rushing out.

 Curious, he opened the door.

I saw my old uncle Wu Yuan standing at the door, taking a plate of steamed buns from an aunt, saying polite words, as if he was very familiar with them.

Zhong Wenyong was about to retreat into the room when he saw Wu Yuan waving to him: "Wen Yong, come here."

“Sister-in-law, this is the eldest son of my fourth sister’s family. His name is Zhong Wenyong. He has excellent academic performance and is definitely a good youngster in northern Qing Dynasty.”

 The introduction by the old uncle was full of pride, and the uncle spared no effort in his praise.

 Hearing that Zhong Wenyong was a little embarrassed, his heart felt warm.

 Yes, I am much luckier than Shaoan and Shaoping.

 Having such a powerful and almighty uncle!

 “Wen Yong, please call me aunt.”

Zhong Wenyong nodded obediently and said: "Hello, aunt."

 Still holding the book The Ordinary World in his hand.

Fu Qiu said with a smile in his local accent: "This kid is really talented. He will follow you, Boss Wu, as your uncle!"

Wu Yuan did not deny it, but looked to the left and right and said, "By the way, where is Huanhuan?"

Fu Qiu suddenly said angrily: "This kid just finished his exam and came back late from playing last night. He is falling asleep now. He is like Wen Yong, who knew he was reading early in the morning."

As he was talking, Lu Wenqing appeared at the door, tinkering with a toothbrush in his mouth.

Waving to Wu Yuan, it was regarded as saying hello.

But when he lowered his eyes and saw a half-year-old boy holding Lu Yao's novel in his hand, he immediately stepped out of the door with great interest and asked directly: "Brother Wu, who is this?"

Without waiting for Wu Yuan to explain, Fu Qiu introduced him first: "This is Boss Wu's nephew. He is very good at studying and is a good youngster from the northern Qing Dynasty!"

Wu Yuan then turned to Zhong Wenyong and said: "Wen Yong, this is the real professor of Tongji University, Professor Lu Da. If you have any questions during your stay in Shanghai, please ask him directly."

Zhong Wenyong was surprised by his old uncle's wide network of contacts, and at the same time he bowed and saluted more obediently: "Hello, Professor Lu."

Lu Wenqing nodded and asked with interest: "What do you think of this novel by Lu Yao?"

Zhong Wenyong said like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers: "Suffering is not worthy of praise, but it can make people draw strength from it."

Lu Wenqing’s eyes suddenly lit up: “Hit the nail on the head!”

 It is not surprising that suffering can draw strength from people.

But such a young boy could point out so pointedly that suffering is not worthy of praise.

This really surprised him.

After all, as a professor, he gradually realized this truth after experiencing the situation of going to the mountains and countryside for many years.

After coming back to his senses, Lu Wenqing said to Wu Yuan seriously: "Brother Wu, this boy is indeed talented in the Qing Dynasty! Just wait and enjoy the blessings."

Wu Yuan cupped his hands with a smile on his face and said, "Brother Lu, please give me a good word. Once you are done with this period of work, I will definitely get drunk with you."

Lu Wenqing also said happily: "I won't go home until I'm drunk."

 After making this agreement, Lu Wenqing and his wife returned home.

 Both parties closed their doors.

Lu Wenqing clicked his tongue and said, "This kid is really good!"

Fu Qiu sighed and said, "It's a pity that my legs are somewhat disabled."

Lu Wenqing didn't take it seriously and said: "With a disabled body and a strong will, is it not much better than a lot of trash with complete hands and feet? Apart from other things, my future success will be based on Huanhuan." Lu Huan, who was in a daze and sleepy state, Hearing this vaguely, I was agitated, and my sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

Wearing sleepy clothes, rubbing his eyes, he pulled out and said: "Dad, what did you say?"

Lu Wenqing shook his head, took a sip of water, rinsed his mouth, and then walked into the bathroom.

 Lv Huan would not let go of this problem so easily.

He pestered Fu Qiu to ask again.

Finally, he learned that his neighbor, Uncle Wu, had brought over a young man of the same age, which even surprised his father.

Fu Qiu also said it casually, but he didn't expect that his precious girl would actually take it to heart.

 After a while, Lu Huan entered the room and came out again, fully dressed.

His hair is also in good shape and his clothes are properly dressed.

 After a quick wash, he went straight to the kitchen and dried one end of the radish that Fu Qiu had just cut.

　　Knocked directly on the door opposite.

The person who opened the door this time was not Wu Yuan, but Zhong Wenyong, who had just arrived.

 In an instant, the tip of the needle was facing the wheat awn.

 The two people became **** for tat.

“Are you the talented person in the Qing Dynasty that my father calls you?”

Zhong Wenyong did not respond rashly, but just looked back at Wu Yuan.

The moment he turned around, Wu Yuan also saw Lu Huan's figure, and immediately said: "Huanhuan, you woke up so soon?"

 Lv Huan also responded: "Uncle Wu, morning."

Then his eyes returned to the young man, looking at the novel he was holding in his hand, and said lightly: "I read this work that just won the Mao Dun Literary Award in March this year, three years ago."

Zhong Wenyong still didn’t react too much.

Girls in the city, although they can't help but make him feel refreshing and a bit fashionable.

 But compared with Tian Xiaoxia in the book, she is still much inferior.

Uncle Wu Yuan's voice came from behind: "Wen Yong, quickly take the things in people's hands and let them in. How can you stand at the door like this?"

So Zhong Wenyong reached out to pick it up.

It's a pity that Lu Huan didn't give it to him. Instead, he walked directly into the house, came to the dining table angrily, and placed it in front of Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan could not help but say politely: "Have Huanhuan eaten? Let's eat together?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Huan sat down directly: "Okay, Uncle Wu, I just didn't eat."

This actually made Wu Yuan stunned.

The uncle and nephew ate steamed buns, but they drank boiled water.

Wu Yuan was stunned, and immediately stood up and said: "Then I will go out and bring back some soy milk."

But Lu Huan stopped him and said, "Uncle Wu, no need. I can drink water too."

 After saying that, he sat down, picked up the bun and ate it.

Zhong Wenyong closed the door and returned to the table. He didn't seem to have much reaction to her joining.

 Still eating steamed buns and reading at the same time.

Lu Huan was a little confused.

 Because she saw the mutilation of Zhong Wenyong’s legs.

While feeling sympathy, I felt that I had been too arrogant just now.

Wu Yuan couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to stir up the topic: "Huanhuan, you are also in the second grade of junior high school, right? You are in the same class as Wen Yong."

 (End of this chapter)