"Zhuangzi Qi Theory of Things" records: "The former Zhuang Zhou dreamed of Hu Die, and Hu Die was also lifelike. I don't know what to do. Oh Ran Jue, then Yu Ran Zhou also. I don't know that Zhou's dream is a butterfly and Hu Die's dream is Zhou and Zhou and Hu Die's dream must be different. This is called materialization. ”

It doesn't matter if Mr. Zhuang has a dream himself, but he has suffered all sentient beings in later generations, and the conscious and unconscious vassal elegance has chewed up this topic over the years, and it is very sought after by some detached people or seemingly detached people.

But as the saying goes, his old gentleman's process meets all the conditions for getting carried away.

But under the white clouds is black soil, people always have to live, prosperity and decline, there is a beginning and an end, there is no absolute state of things, so Comrade Lao Zhuang will wake up naturally when he sleeps. The strong contrast between ideal and reality, and the intersection of space and time stimulated the central nervous system of the old comrade's brain, making his thinking appear a montage-like effect, and it was impossible to distinguish whether Zhuang Zhou had become a butterfly in his dream, or a butterfly had become Zhuang Zhou in his dream. Thus the most romantic story in the history of Chinese philosophy was born.

My story began with such a strange dream.

Of course, it wasn't me dreaming, but thirty years ago.

In 1963, when China was in the midst of the catastrophe, no one could say anything about natural and man-made disasters, anyway, manpower was irresistible. Our protagonist Cao Changjiu was born at this time, maybe earlier, but no one can tell, because he was picked up by his grandfather.

It is said that on a winter morning, the old man got up to go to the warehouse, and as soon as he went out, he was brought to Xiao Jiu's side by the anxious barking of the old hound.

The old man found the dying baby beside the hound, and the thin swaddling clothes could not withstand the cold of the north, so the old man took off his old sheepskin jacket and wrapped the child and took him home.

Cao Changjiu's name was given by the old man, and the old man liked this God-given child very much, and was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the torture of the cold and die, so he gave him this eternal name.

The old man was a veteran who spent his early years hunting outside the customs for a living. After the Japanese came in, they killed the old man's family, and the old man escaped by going out hunting.

The old man who returned from hunting cried when he saw the tragic situation of his family, burned down the house, went up the mountain and made a beard, and had only one thought - to kill the Japanese.

Later, the old man was also incorporated by the national army, and then became a soldier of the four fields, the old man had no other requirements, as long as he fought the Japanese, he would do it with whom, and so it was until after the founding of the country.

When dividing the ingredients, the history of the old man's early beard was brought up again. His chief was a good man and did not make the old man suffer, but only let him be discharged from the army.

The old man had no home and no room, he had fought for half his life, and he had nothing, and the old chief took pity on him and arranged for him to look at the warehouse, and this has been the case until now.

The old man is open-minded, since he adopted Cao Changjiu, he has spent all his thoughts on the child, and the old man, who has never believed in God, can't help but pray to God that the child can live.

Cao Chang's life was very hard, and he relied on the porridge boiled with millet and stick noodles to survive. Seeing that the child gradually regained his vitality, the old man's eyebrows and eyes opened with a smile, as if he was a few years younger.

Cao Changchang spoke very late, seemed to be a little demented, and when he was three years old, he could still only pronounce some single sounds. Often a person is demented wandering around, waking up and staying, waking up like a normal child, staying like a wooden person, unable to communicate with people at all.

The old man is such a precious child in his later years, how can he not be anxious in his eyes. So I asked people to see a doctor everywhere, but what good medical conditions could there be in that era, I tossed and went, but I just took a look at the old Chinese medicine doctor who had been transformed below.

The old Chinese medicine doctor observed Cao Changjiu's symptoms for a few days, took his pulse more than a dozen times, and finally sighed helplessly and said to the hopeful old man: "Prescribe a prescription for you, it may have some effect if you drink it for a long time, but if you are 10 years old, it will not improve...... Alas, just by resignation to the fate of heaven, this child is not completely soulful. He shook his head and left

At that time, the old man couldn't think about it, so he could only send the old Chinese medicine doctor out of the house with a thousand thanks.

It's a pity that God doesn't bless good people, doctors can heal diseases, but can't heal lives, and the old Chinese medicine doctor was beaten to death soon after being beaten into a cow, a ghost, a snake, and a god.

The old man had no choice but to take medicine and medicine for a long time regularly, but he firmly believed in his heart that since God sent this child to his side, he would never let him live so shortly.

Maybe it was the medicine of the old Chinese medicine that worked, and Cao Changjiu understood things day by day anyway.

Compared with children of the same age, he seems to have an adult-like mind, extremely filial piety to the elderly, sharing joys and sorrows with the elderly, no matter what good things are shared with the elderly, so that the old man has a big heart, and feels that his hard work has not been in vain, and there is some comfort.

It's just that Cao Changchang's daily dementia symptoms have not changed, and he is not a martial arts maniac, he just walks around, doing his own things, as if he is a different person, and he turns a blind eye to other people, listens to them, and is like living in another world.

The old man was very worried about his symptoms, and at first he followed him step by step for fear that he would run away.

Fortunately, since Cao Changjiu found a warehouse of books, he has only been lying in the pile of paper to study the text. The old man saw that there was no possibility that he would go missing, and he followed him, although it was a little strange for a child to burrow into the stacks of books and gnaw wildly.

This warehouse also has a history, and the old man himself doesn't know which department it belongs to, anyway, the old chief asked him to come.

There is nothing else in the warehouse, it is full of materials and newspapers, and there are basically few Chinese characters, even the elderly cannot read - they can't read and write.

Although it is located in the mountains, there is a special person and a special car to send a batch of information every year, and the elderly only need to put it into the warehouse, and nothing else has to be cared for.

In this way, the old man looked at the warehouse for a few years, and Huaxia was robbed.

After the robbery, the old man's warehouse was like a paradise, and there was no movement - usually this is a place where birds don't. It's just that there are more things every time they are transported, and although they are still books, the old man can still distinguish between Chinese characters and foreigners' crooked ghost drawings.

In this way, Cao Changchang reached the age of 6, and he ate almost more Chinese medicine than others have eaten in a lifetime, perhaps it was the prayer of the old man who moved the heavens, Cao Changchang was no different from ordinary people when he was awake, and the time of dementia was getting shorter and shorter, and he didn't jump out word by word. The old man was really happy from the bottom of his heart.