When Lu Shanmin is reasonable, he always likes to add the words "grandpa said" as a prefix before, as if the truth of the whole world was said by his grandfather.

There is a beautiful box under the coffee table, and there are two pairs of words in the box, one is "The world does not distinguish between black and white, black and white is only in the hearts of the people", and the other is "One step at a time, one scene at a time, one day at a time".

Not to mention that the font itself is vigorous and powerful, mellow and unmixed, showing everyone's style. The truth of life between the lines is something that an old man who has never seen the world in the ravine can understand.

Even if Zuoqiu thinks that he is well-versed in the past and the present, and he is only eight buckets high, every time he thinks of these two words, he is also as shocking as the evening drum and morning bell.

The villagers of Mazui Village only think that he is a reader who has read a few more outdated books and is outdated.

Lu Shanmin only thought that he was an ordinary old man in a mountain village who had read a few more old books than the people in the village.

Zuoqiu knew that he must not be an ordinary old man in the mountains, and his unordinariness created an extraordinary Lu Shanmin, although Lu Shanmin didn't know it yet.

He planted the seeds of reading in Lu Shanmin's bones, and at the same time injected all emotions into Lu Shanmin, what a respectable, amiable and lovely old man.

Zuoqiu once thought that if he had the opportunity, he would definitely visit this hermit master, but now, there was no chance.

Lu Shanmin's life, thoughts, and even all of him are inextricably linked to his grandfather.

He not only raised Lu Shanmin, but also unknowingly became the beacon of Lu Shanmin's life and the support of all emotions.

Now that the idol of this spiritual world has collapsed, what will happen to him?

Zuoqiu had not slept all night, sitting quietly at the computer desk, there was no movement in the living room all night, but at this moment he hoped to hear a little movement, even if it was a crying cry. Quiet, so quiet that he couldn't calm his heart.

As soon as the day dawned, Zuoqiu opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room.

Everything is the same as before, and it is still the set of Tai Chi tours that I am tired of watching. Lu Shanmin's steps are light, his breath is calm, his eyes are clear, and his gestures are as smooth as in the past.

Ten fingers rush to the sky to lead to clarity, feet on the five elements to dispel dust, hands to draw a circle and hug the gap, feet folded to the ground. Slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity, Lu Shanmin turned to look at Zuoqiu with a tired face.

"Didn't sleep well last night"?

"Didn't sleep".

"Sister Li made preserved egg and lean porridge before going to work, drink a bowl and go to sleep for a while."

Zuoqiu smiled slightly, "Okay."

After breakfast, Lu Shanmin walked towards Minsheng West Road, the new semester has begun, there is an old professor's class today, I asked Mu Dongyun for leave yesterday, and I won't go to the cart to practice boxing today.

For Lu Shanmin, who lacks basic knowledge accumulation, it is better to go to the lecture now than to study on his own, but the old professor asked him to go, and gave an easy-to-understand example.

The old professor said that for many Pheasant University students, there is nothing to learn at all.

What is the essential difference between people who have gone to college and those who have not, the old professor said that the difference is not how much knowledge is in the head, this is like the same two single dogs, one has been in love, the other has never been in love, the former sees others in love, will disdainfully say, 'Cut, Lao Tzu also touched a woman's thighs back then, and the steamed buns of white flowers have also been gnawed', and the latter sees others in love, most of them will be full of laughter, envy, jealousy, hatred and inferiority.

Therefore, the old professor insisted that Lu Shanmin should attend his lectures in class at least once a week.

Before entering the school, Lu Shanmin called Zhou Tong and told him about Ruan Yu's information, asking him to inquire around about his whereabouts. In the vast sea of people, although there is not much chance of finding it, and it is even possible that Ruan Yu has already left and is not in the East China Sea at all, but Lu Shanmin still does not want to give up so easily.

The students of the Department of Finance have become accustomed to this alien population who should not belong in this class, and they have gradually become accustomed to him sitting next to the goddess in their minds.

Lu Shanmin saw Luo Cheng again, and more than two months have passed, and the injuries on his body have healed. This son of a nouveau riche who once thought he was rich and powerful and regarded Zeng Yaqian as something in his pocket has completely lost the domineering demeanor of the world at the beginning, and the whole person is depressed and gloomy.

His father was selling furniture in the furniture city and selling smoothly, and suddenly one day all the furniture in the surrounding stores was discounted, thinking that this was a temporary means of competition for competitors, and it was not unencountered before, as long as they also discounted and the other party spent a period of time, everyone would tacitly stop.

Unexpectedly, he just gave a seven-fold discount, and the surrounding stores were discounted by six, so he had to grit his teeth and follow the six-fold discount, this price has been able to lose ten percent, and the more he sells, the worse the loss.

It just so happened that at this time, a big order came inexplicably, and if you don't take it, competitors will definitely take this opportunity to point him to deceive customers, write blank checks and not cash them, and you won't be able to mix in the furniture city in the future. I could only grit my teeth and make this order. I thought it would be over, after all, they were all in a furniture city, and everyone knew each other's family backgrounds, but this time the furniture stores around their stores didn't know where to get such a big amount of money, so they carried it for a month.

As a result, there was no result, he went bankrupt, sold his house and car to pay off the bank loan, and now the family can only live in a small rental house. Until now, I don't know why it ended up in such a field.

Of course, Lu Shanmin didn't know about these things, he just thought that he had been beaten by himself, and now he has become obedient.

Sitting next to Zeng Yaqian, the two looked at each other and smiled tacitly. Lu Shanmin took out his notebook, and now he will never write 'Adam Smith' as 'duck eggs and dead rice', nor will he write 'Marshall' as 'mother's shoes'.

When I came into contact with the old professor in private, the old professor was actually a cute old man who was free and easy.

But the old professor in the class was serious and unsmiling, and if he didn't know that he was a chess player who always liked to regret chess, he would really regard him as a rigid and stubborn old pedant.

Grandpa said that he is also such a person, twenty years, close at hand, Lu Shanmin never knew that grandpa was also a person who could make jokes, and he also made jokes with meat and vegetables with elegant and vulgar appreciation, and he never imagined that his grandfather, who could recite the Four Books and Five Classics throughout, would take advantage of Lao Huang's absence to steal his family's oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and leave a pseudo-trace of 'poor road to visit here'.

Lu Shanmin was very sad to hear this class, his face was smiling for a while, and it was gloomy for a while, how could he not think of his grandfather when he saw the old professor.

Grandpa's letter was written on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and now he should have rested in the col of Mazui Village.

Grandpa, who has practiced calligraphy all his life and only seeks peace of mind, is accompanied by green pines and ancient cypresses, and he can finally have peace of mind.

PS: Happy holidays to everyone. Thank you friends for your companionship and support, especially some friends who have been reading since tens of thousands of words. Thank you for your trust, it is precisely because of your trust that "Orion Out of the Mountain" can achieve today's good results as a newcomer and new book, surpassing the works of many old authors in one fell swoop. Only by working hard to write a good story can you live up to your trust. At the same time, in the new January, I also asked my friends for a monthly pass, and the kid thanked him again.