Han Yiming was so curious about this secretary that he couldn't suppress it, he reached out and took the book, spread it flat on his left palm, glanced at the master, stretched out his hand to open the page, and looked up.

There was still a blank piece of paper in front of him, Han Yiming was apprehensive, stretched out his hand, and slowly clicked a little on the page. On the white paper, nothing was revealed, Han Yiming stretched out his finger again, and clicked a little on the page, the white paper was still white paper. No handwriting is visible, and no strokes are emerging. Han Yiming couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, and turned his head to the master and said, "Master, disciple ......" Suddenly saw the master's two snow-white eyebrows twisted, his eyes staring at his hands, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes. Immediately he stopped talking. I saw that the master was staring at the book in his hand, his expression became more and more focused, and he was busy looking at the book in his hand, but the secretary in his hand was still a stack of blank paper.

Han Yiming calmed down and whispered, "Uncle, Uncle!" Qin Wufang suddenly came back to his senses and glanced at him, his eyes were not at all gentle and clear as usual, but sharp and depressed, he couldn't help but be startled by this look, and stood dumbfounded. Qin Wufang has always been amiable, Han Yiming has never seen the master change his expression, even when the green dragon came to the front, he was really threatened in front of him, and his expression was still as calm as ever. It is the kind of person who is unmoved when the world collapses in front of him, which is particularly reassuring. At this time, seeing the change in the master's expression, he couldn't help but be surprised!

But it was only a moment, Qin Wufang's expression softened, glanced at Han Yiming, and said, "Yiming, what do you want to say?" Master Uncle has never asked questions and can know what others think in their hearts, Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and said, "Disciple, disciple can't see anything." Qin Wufang shook his head slightly: "Well, yes, you can't see it yet." He glanced at him again, but this time there was a little more exploration between his expressions, where could Han Yiming withstand such a look, he was quite cramped and uneasy. But he heard Qin Wufang say: "Yiming, can't you really see it?" ”

Han Yiming said: "Yes." "First close the secretary, hold the secretary between his palms, and after a moment's calm, then lay the secretary flat on his left palm, and gently open the page. It was still the white paper that had the old color of the year, Han Yiming settled down, and pointed his right hand index finger on the white paper. Suddenly, on the white paper, a haze appeared, Han Yiming's fingers were still a few inches away from the white paper, and he had already seen what traces of the haze on the white paper, so he quickly stopped his hand and looked at the hazy piece carefully.

Although this hazy piece was also white, there was a faint amount of handwriting underneath, and he could only identify it as handwriting after looking at it for a long time. At first he thought that behind the haze, there were many people hiding. Even my ears seemed to hear a human voice, but when I listened closely, I couldn't hear anything! After a moment of meditation, the people moving around behind the hazy suddenly disappeared, but I saw a pinch on the edge of the haze. The handwriting was originally inky black, but this haze was so thick that even the ink couldn't be revealed. Han Yiming couldn't help but look down intently. Suddenly, there was a flower in front of me, and the one that could have been seen was gone!

When I looked at the secretary again, there was only a blank piece of paper, and nothing else. Raising his head, Qin Wufang said: "Yiming, you still can't see it!" Han Yiming said: "Uncle Shi, I only saw one stroke." Qin Wufang nodded and said, "I know." Han Yiming returned the secretary to Uncle Master, and suddenly asked, "Uncle Master, will this book be recorded and written by itself?" Qin Wufang said: "It is right to record it by itself, but it is not written by itself." Han Yiming couldn't help asking, "Who wrote that?"

Qin Wufang glanced at him: "Yiming, everyone's experience and past, aren't they each writing by themselves?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and Qin Wufang said again: "Your own experience, how can others help you write? Han Yiming couldn't help but want to say: "If I were allowed to write, I wouldn't let myself meet robbers, but I wouldn't let my parents ......."

But he heard Qin Wufang say: "Yiming, everyone's experience is written by themselves." So do you. Han Yiming couldn't say the words that had already reached his mouth, although the words fluctuated in his heart, he couldn't say them. Qin Wufang said: "Yiming, I know all about your past. I'm not blaming you, and I don't want to say anything more, it's all in the past, and it's useless to say it, and it only adds to the sadness. I'm just telling you, in life, accidents are inevitable. Can you expect others to help you with everything?" Han Yiming couldn't help but be silent, and Qin Wufang said: "Instead of expecting others to save you, it's better to think of a way to save yourself." Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't speak anymore, and tears filled his eyes in an instant.

He stood for a while, and Qin Wufang said, "Let's not talk about it today, you go back first." Ichiming, I didn't mean to talk about the past that made you sad. I just wanted to tell you that you have to do everything on your own. You are strong and can do your best to help others. But you can't count on the help of others!" Han Yiming didn't dare to say a word, for fear that as soon as he spoke out, he would cry bitterly. Standing on the side, I didn't even dare to nod my head, as long as I nodded, tears would roll down. He suppressed his sadness for a while, but the endless sadness and sadness rushed to his eyes with the tears pouring out of the nest.

Qin Wufang said: "Even if God has eyes, but there are all kinds of things in the world, you have to be able to take care of them with this eye, so you can take care of them." So you can't always expect others to help, but you have to do what you can to help others. Well, you go back first, and we'll talk about the secretary's affairs another day. Han Yiming lowered his head and walked out of the house, stepping out of the threshold, his whole body was already trembling, it was difficult to suppress it, he ran away, hurriedly walked out of the bamboo forest, knelt down on the edge of the cliff, and cried loudly.

Master Bo is right, everything in the past is still written by himself. At that time, I didn't think about saving myself at all, I was just panicking, just scared and frightened. He didn't think about whether he could escape from that place, he didn't think about fighting the robbers, and he waited for someone else to rescue him. Now it seems that the robbers have no rope to tie themselves to themselves, as long as they have ideas and plans, and seek the opportunity, how can they not have a chance to escape quietly? Tie up tickets to seek wealth, and there must always be meat tickets in hand, so that wealth will come like water. If you run away by yourself, you can also go back to the village to seek rescue. It's a pity that I didn't do anything, except to shrink in the corner and shiver, or shrink in the corner and shiver!

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