Tianjing has to do the small West Lake, is to imitate the West Lake of Hangzhou and built, the pavilions and pavilions of the lake are rippling, in the late spring and early summer, the tourists are endless, or boating on the lake, or with a couple, wandering in the green trees and still water, is a good place.

The small West Lake in winter, the scenery is changed and there are fewer tourists, the lake is frozen, the willows have fallen leaves, a cold depression, except for a few children playing on the ice, it is rare to see a figure.

An old man wearing a military coat, a Lei Feng hat and thick plush gloves was holding a one-meter-long iron felt to hit the ice surface repeatedly. A few meters away from him, lay the rod and a bucket for fish, as well as a simple folding stool.

The old man was old, and his physical strength was a little weak, and he had to stand up and rest on his waist for a minute or two after every few blows, and after ten minutes he could not dig an ice hole in the ice.

The old man gasped, stood up and thumped his waist gently, preparing to rest for a few more minutes this time before chiseling.

On the ice, a young man wearing a white coat with a jade-like face walked over slowly, and said with a smile: "Uncle, fishing."

The old man glanced at the young man and said with a little dissatisfaction, "You also fish."

The young man pointed to the fishing rod ten meters away, and said with a smile: "I have caught two, and I can boil a pot of hot soup when I go back." As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "The fish in winter are exceptionally tender."

The old man frowned and reproached, "Young people nowadays are becoming more and more ignorant, and five thousand years of culture have been lost by you."

The young man pointed to the iron felt and smiled, "Uncle, do you need to be busy"?

"What do you say?" the old man asked in displeasure.

"Hey, I said uncle, if you need help, just say it, if you don't tell me, how do I know."

The old man rolled his eyes, "More than ten meters away, I'm not old and dizzy, can't you see?"

The young man shrugged, "Who knows, what if you're exercising."

The old man smiled helplessly, "Do you still want to help?"

"Help, of course help", the young man said as he took the iron felt from the old man's hand, weighed it twice, and sighed: "Uncle, your iron felt is very heavy."

The old man sat on a simple stool, hammering his back with both hands, "This is not an ordinary iron felt, it is an heirloom left by my ancestors."

The young man held the felt with both hands and poked it the ice, "Is it? It's just a little heavier than a normal felt."

The old man said lightly: "My ancestor was a stonemason, and I relied on this iron felt to feed my family back then, without it, I would not be where I am today."

The young man poked at the ice and said, "Uncle, the things of the ancestors are not kept at home, and you are really willing to take here to play ice caves."

The old man smiled, "Iron felt should have the use of iron felt, it will rust if you put it."

"Uncle is a pragmatist".

"People in our time have endured hardships and hunger, and some have even sold their children, so they can't survive if they don't do it. He shook his head lightly, "It's like today's young people, who speak with bells and whistles, and ambitions are written on paper, which are all said and written for others to see."

The young man laughed, "That's the same, people who really do things are too busy to do things and don't have time to brag about it."

With a pop, the ice was punctured, revealing the lake inside.

The young man raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Uncle, you can get off the pole."

The old man took the iron felt, threw it beside him, and threw the hook with the bait in it.

"I've been fishing in Xiaoxi Lake for more than ten years, and it's not like I've never seen people your age fishing, but you're the only one who insists on coming for a week in a row." said and rubbed his hands, "Especially at this time, many young people are still sleeping in the bed, just take my grandchildren as an example, I guess they are still chatting with Zhou Gong, you, you look cynical and laughing, but you are different from most young people."

The young man smiled faintly, "That's their fate, and you, the grandfather, give them shelter from the wind and rain."

The old man was noncommittal, looking up at the young man, "What about you, isn't your life bad?"

The young man grinned, not caring about the cold ice surface, and sat down directly next to the old man.

"It's good, but it's hard to be made by yourself."

The old man laughed, "Look at the way you laugh, how can you look bitter."

The young man also laughed and spread his hands, "It's already quite bitter, and you have to make a bitter appearance all day long, isn't it bitter to be bitter, it's better to smile more, laugh and laugh for ten years, it's easy to get old with a bitter face all day long."

The old man pretended to be blamed and scolded, "Pretend to be old in front of me, and you are not afraid of being struck by lightning."

"Uncle, this winter, no thunder."

"I've heard for a long time that you don't have a good tongue, and today you see eight or nine and don't leave ten."

"Uncle, do you know me"?

The old man pulled out a cigarette and handed it out, but the young man waved his hand to signal that he would not smoke.

The old man lit it himself and took a deep breath, "Not only do I know you, but I also hugged you when you were full moon." said and stretched out his hand to compare, "At that time, you were so young, and you looked very cute, I thought you were a girl." At that time, my fourth grandson had just been born, and I asked your grandfather if he could get married."

said with a smile, "I still remember your grandfather's expression, blowing his beard and glaring."

Eyes almost want to hit me, that old fellow, just rip off your pants and show me your little teapot."

As he spoke, he pointed at the young man, "Good guy, it just spewed out a hot spring and made me look at it."

The young man laughed, "This is the first time I've heard of it, and I think I was probably mad at you at the time."

"So, you kid has been eccentric since he was a child, although I haven't seen you for more than ten years, as soon as I see you, I remember the scene at that time."

"Grandpa Tian, since you have recognized me a long time ago, and let me sit in the ice and snow for a week, it's not authentic."

The old man flicked the cigarette ash, "Why do you think you, make trouble for yourself"?

Nalan Zijian smiled, "Grandpa Tian, with the relationship between the two of us, what trouble can I bring you."

"What feelings? nourish my face with urine?" said the old man jokingly.

"Hehe, boy pee, it doesn't hurt feelings".

The old man put away his smile and stared at the fishing rod tightly, a faint loneliness appeared on his face, "I didn't go to see you off when your grandfather left, people are getting older, the older they get, the more afraid of death, and the more lonely they become, the former friends and enemies are gradually leaving, maybe the next one is me."

"Grandpa Tian, playing on the ice in the winter is more energetic than a twenty-year-old young man, I see, there is no problem in living for another twenty years."

The old man was amused and laughed, "Your grandfather is right, your little mouth is like being soaked in a honey pot."

"No, my grandfather used to say that my mouth is like a blade, piercing my heart."

The old man said lightly: "Don't you know what your grandfather does to you, although I have seen little over the years, but every time I mention it, the pride and pride on his face seep out of his bones, he, the most beloved is you."

Nalan Zijian looked at the white sky and said with a smile: "Yes, there is a song that is sung, the person I love hurts me the most."

The old man glanced at Nalan Zijian, "You can still laugh because of you."

"Grandpa Tian, what do you think of my grandfather?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or lie"?

"I want to hear it all".

The old man rubbed his hands, "I have learned the methods of a scholar, the problems of a scholar, I have learned to save face, I can't get into it, and the books have been read to the butt of the cow."

"Hahahaha", Nalan Zijian laughed, laughing so hard that he only slapped his thigh.

The old man smiled faintly, "The stonemasons of the Tian family for hundreds of years are not good at talking coarsely."

"The words are not rough, Grandpa Tian got to the point."

The two looked at the fish in the ice cave lightly and did not speak for a long time.

A cold wind blew, and Nalan Zijian's hair fluttered, "Grandpa Tian, are you and my grandfather friends?"

The old man frowned, seriously pondered the meaning of these two words, and said leisurely after a while: "When you reach my age, you will find that these two are difficult to define."

"What about us?" Nalan Zijian pointed at the old man and then at himself.

The old man was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Nalan Zijian to say such a thing, and then laughed, "You kid, your idea is really peculiar."

"It's good that you're used to it, and the entire Nalan family knows that I'm a whimsical person."

"What do you think?" the old man asked rhetorically.

Nalan Zijian turned his head to look at the old man and said with a smile: "How do I think it's not important, what matters is Grandpa Tian, what do you think?"

"Me?" the old man pondered for a while, "It's very interesting to talk to you, and it's not bad to have you as a friend."

Nalan Zijian smiled and was about to take advantage of the situation to speak, when the old man immediately raised his hand to stop him, and his face gradually became serious.

"Little guy, I'm old, and the affairs of the Tian family have long been forgotten."

Nalan Zijian didn't have the slightest disappointment on his face, and still smiled as before: "Grandpa Tian, you just treated the friends you made like this."

The old man's brows furrowed, and the wrinkles on his face were as sharp as the ladder of the eighteen ladders.

"Little guy, it's useless to play with me, don't talk about you, it's useless even if Nalan Wenruo is still alive."

Nalan Zijian sighed, "Grandpa Tian can't bear to see me being bullied."

The old man said lightly: "This world has never been fair, there are those who are superior, there are those who are inferior, there are rich people and there are poor people, God is humane, and it is useless to fight."

Nalan Zijian shook his head, "Shu Zijian doesn't dare to agree, I think this heavenly way is just fair."

The old man didn't think it was funny, if this came out of the mouth of an ordinary young man, he might think it was funny and naïve, and he didn't even bother to answer, but he knew that the fairness that Nalan Zijian said was definitely different from that of ordinary stunned young people.

"Tell me about it".

"From a distance, where is Emperor Qin and Han Wu now, and if you say it closely, Grandpa Tian's grandfather is just a stonemason, and now the Tian family is one of the four major families in Tianjing, who would have thought at the beginning." "Which princes can really survive for thousands of generations, and which beggars will have their children and grandchildren to eat, this world is really unfair to the small, but the reincarnation of heaven, looking at the big, is actually very fair. ”

The old man smiled, he didn't think there was any truth in what Nalan Zijian said, "What's the use of looking at it bigger, who can see things for a hundred years and thousands of years, life is just a few decades, and it's amazing to be able to see through the things in front of you."

Nalan Zijian said lightly: "The truth in this world does not distinguish between far and near, where there is oppression, there is resistance, this sentence is true at any point in time and anywhere."

The old man pointed to the sky, "Little guy, who do you want to rebel against, you have already stood in the big."

At the heads of many, will you rebel against yourself".

Nalan Zijian smiled and looked at the old man's eyes with half-squinted eyes, "Grandpa Tian, it's not just people like Lu Shanmin who need to resist, the mountain that weighs on me is not lighter than the one on him."

The old man's eyes did not change in the slightest, and there was only a faint doubt on his face, "Who is Lu Shanmin?"

"A person from the mountains, a little person at the bottom who almost can't afford to eat and live in a house."

The old man leaned over and threw a handful of bait into the ice cave, "It is natural for such people to resist, and it is natural for people like us to suppress such people, the wealthy and noble are always in the minority, and he will share our cake when he gets up."

Nalan Zijian restrained his smile, did not agree with the old man's words, nor objected, but said lightly: "He is Lu Chenlong's son."

The old man's hand stretched out to take the fishing rod paused in mid-air, a pair of cloudy old eyes emitted a trace of light, and then sighed, "Lao Tzu's bloody lesson is not learned in front of me, when the son's successor, the mountain and wild man want to turn the sky, but he never knows how high this day is."

Nalan Zijian looked at the old man with half-squinted eyes, "I heard that Lu Chenlong had some friendship with the Tian family back then"?

The old man rubbed his hands, "It's not a friendship, but the old man persuaded him back then, so that he should be rich and not have too much ambition, but unfortunately, he just didn't listen." The establishment of a big family requires the struggle of several generations, where is it as simple as he thinks, he is dying on self-righteousness after all."

As he spoke, he asked, "Why did you suddenly mention him, and a little ant also entered your eyes."

Nalan Zijian smiled: "Although the ants are small, they can move mountains."

The old man laughed, as if he had heard a very funny joke, "Zijian, are you old and confused for me."

"Grandpa Tian hasn't seen any storms and waves, how can he be old and confused."

The old man shook his head with a smile and sighed, "In addition to coming to me, you should have looked for a few of them."

Nalan Zijian smiled, "Grandpa Yun is bedridden, Han Xiaojun is too busy, Grandpa Wu, Alzheimer's disease, I talked with him for a long time and recognized me as his grandson-in-law."

The old man smiled helplessly: "Two old foxes and a little fox." "It is said that people in high positions can't have personal preferences, I, if I lose, I like fishing, sitting here in this winter, I can't pretend to be sick, and I can't pretend to be dementia."

Nalan Zijian got up slowly, his expression was solemn, and he bowed his head violently at ninety degrees, "Grandpa Tian, I need your help."

The old man looked embarrassed, rubbing his hands together on the fishing rod, without nodding or shaking his head.

"Little guy, we talked when Nalan Wenruo was alive, and when I am my age, I have no desires or desires, and the only thought in my heart is to want to be rich and safe for future generations. This man, when he is penniless, he doesn't worry about anything, even if he dies, he kicks his feet on both feet, and once he has too much, he is afraid of losing, and he doesn't dare to take risks when he thinks of losing. Your grandfather was like that, and so was I. Emotionally speaking, the wealthy and nobles in the capital are more or less inextricably linked, and they all have some feelings. But we are not ordinary people after all, and our feelings can be talked about after dinner, and it is another thing to put them on the desk."

"Grandpa Tian", Nalan Zijian raised his head slightly, and his body still bowed at ninety degrees.

The old man waved his hand and continued: "Don't say that your affairs have nothing to do with the Tian family's half a dime, even if there is a deep connection, the Tian family can only avoid it, hide if it can, where is the reason to take the initiative to get involved."

Seeing that Nalan Zijian still didn't mean to get up, the old man said helplessly: "With your ingenuity, I believe you understand these truths if I don't say it, otherwise you wouldn't have stayed in the ice and snow for a week before you came to talk to me."

"But here I am." Nalan Zijian said leisurely.

One sitting, the other standing and bowing, the picture remains as if frozen on the ice of Xiaoxi Lake.

After a long time, the old man said lightly: "Little guy, I can vaguely feel some of the things in the Nalan family, but have you thought about it, resistance has to pay a price."

"I know, my grandfather told me before he died."

The old man sighed, and his heart gradually softened, "Poor boy, go, I'll help if I can, and if I can't, don't embarrass me, an old man."

Nalan Zijian finally raised his head and straightened up, his face recovering with a hippie smile.

"Thank you, Grandpa Tian".

The old man said lightly: "The three families don't have to go anymore, so as not to make people look down on them, if Nalan Wen dies, your grandfather and two uncles will also take a back seat, and Old Man Zhu is calm by nature and doesn't care about foreign affairs, they won't give the Nalan family face anymore."

In the distance, A-Ying was holding a down jacket, her eyes stayed on Nalan herself, and she never looked away. That figure is chic and graceful, it is the most beautiful scenery in the world, and I never get tired of seeing it.

A faint and gentle smile appeared on A-Ying's cold face.

Without waiting for Nalan Zijian to approach, A-Ying had already greeted him, and while putting on a down coat for Nalan Zijian, he asked with concern: "Young master, is it cold?"

Nalan Zijian looked at A-Ying with a smile, his smile was still the same as usual, handsome and unparalleled.

"Let's go, someone invited me to tea today."

As he spoke, he raised his feet and walked forward.

"Young Master", A-Ying kept up with Nalan Zijian's footsteps.

"What's wrong?" Nalan Zijian stopped, didn't look back, and his voice became a little cold.

"Young master, can you not go"?

More than 5,000 words of chapters, I will update it today