Also known as "Marriage is the Grave of Love" Zhang Baotong 2016.7.4

Le Paré is a small town eight miles west of Nantes, so small that the sun rises to illuminate the whole town. The town www.biquge.info is not far from the sea, and when the waves crash against the shore, the sea breeze quickly blows to the town. It's a rough wilderness. When the sun rises high in the sky, the sky is filled with bright light, just like the bright smile of a beautiful girl. The fields stretch from the seashore to the heights. And on the ground high is a sea of green grass and golden flowers. At the bottom of the slope, in the low-lying areas where no sunlight is visible, there are shady woods and patches of wheat. A stream of water cascaded down the high slope, under a ruined mill, and carried a great waterwheel slowly in motion, and then from the wheat field into the distance, until it joined the sea at the end of the sight.

In the midst of this beautiful landscape and golden flowers, a dirt road that could pass a carriage zigzagged along the terrain towards the interior of Brittany. This is a Yangguan Avenue that allows all young people to lead to a better future and open up a bright future.

That afternoon, on this dirt road, which was lined with small golden flowers, a two-horse carriage from Caen was running from a distance towards the town of Le Palai. It didn't take long for the carriage to enter the town. The town is actually very small, but there are dozens of families. These families are lined with simple and cramped houses along both sides of the road. And the front door is also very deserted, and there are almost no people to see. It is only when the carriage passes by the door that the sound of the horse's hooves running alarms some curious and well-wishing people, who like to see someone bring something new from Paris or Nantes.

The carriage soon stopped in front of a compound, and then a servant opened the gate and let the carriage into the compound. There is a large tall gray house in the compound. The house is made entirely of large blocks of stone and wood, with thick walls, narrow windows, and a semi-garden vault in the middle, much like a small castle.

The carriage stopped in front of the gate of the compound, and a forty-year-old manservant got out of the carriage, opened the door, and helped a handsome young man in a blue dress and cloak out of the carriage. The boy was about fourteen or fifteen years old, tall and thin, well-dressed, with a fair complexion and delicate eyebrows. There is a thoughtful light in his deep and distant eyes, but his unsmiling expression can't hide that kind of lofty and arrogant bearing. He entered the courtyard and walked from the path in the lawn to the front of the house.

At this moment a beautiful woman in her thirties came out of the house, stood in front of the door, and waited for the boy to come to her, and said, "My dear little Abelard, you are back." So saying, he took the boy in his arms and kissed him on the forehead.

The boy said to his mother, "Mom, I have defeated all the people who are debating with me. ”

Mom said happily, "Yes, my little genius debater?"

The mother took little Abelard into a room and said to the man who was fiddling with some swords and spears on a long table, "Honey, you see our son is back. ”

The man was about forty years old, named Polang Berengal, tall, slightly chubby, with thick curly hair. He is the master of the family. When he saw his son returning, he put down his weapon and said to him, "I heard that my son has achieved a lot of success in Caen. As he spoke, he hugged his son tightly, and then said to his son, "Son, give up your twists and turns of theory, and follow me to learn a few sets of martial arts skills, which are real skills that can be used." It doesn't make a big deal just by talking about it. ”

So saying, he brought to his son the letters that he had received in the past when he had been rewarded in war. But the son said, "I've seen it many times." He laid these precious letters of his father on the table, and then said to him, "Dear father, I want to say to you that the age of martial barbarism is over, and that the society of the future will be the victory over the opponent by debate. It is a way of resolving disputes and contradictions with peace and civility that does not cause harm to the adversary. And the age of brutal slaughter caused hundreds of years of devastating catastrophe to Europe and France, which will never be repeated. It is now the light of Christ God that shines on the new era in France and Europe. ”

The father smiled confidently and said, "The theory is that the barbarians of the foreign race cannot be conquered, and the legendary hero of Ireland, Kuchuren, is invincible all over the world, so even his queen Ulster has to lead her court ladies to visit him naked." Then there was Charlemagne of the Frankish kingdom in the 8th century, who was revered as the "Father of Europe" after defeating the Xiongnu and the Joran, a nomadic tribe from Northeast Asia, and established a vast empire that encompassed much of Western Europe. But he was illiterate. He fought all over the world with a sharp sword. If he was like you, he would only rely on his lips to debate with others all day long, I am afraid that he would have let his opponent close his throat with a sword. ”

"The king of hearts on the playing cards can only live in barbaric times, and if he were to live in this era, he would be at a loss." Because he can only use the sword, but can the sword be useful besides fighting and killing?"

The father was swallowed by his son's words, but the father also seemed to be keen on debate, because the character of a samurai is to defeat all opponents and put them to death. He said, "But which of those famous heroes didn't fight the world with the sword? Can you name me a hero who can convince the people of the world by his lips?"

"Jesus, our Lord, for example, never used the sword, but he used his own pain to save the people of the world. Therefore, he conquered all the people in the world and conquered the hearts of all the people in the world. This is unmatched by any emperor and hero in the history of France and Europe. ”

Only then did the father feel the sharpness of his son's eloquence. He was a little speechless, but he said, "Yes, my little Abelard, I can't argue with you, but you have to know why our family has become the big family in this city of Nantes? not by debate, not by farming, but by the sword in your father's hand." Therefore, I sincerely hope that you, as well as your younger brother Dagbel, can practice martial arts and swordsmanship well, master a good swordsmanship, and wait until the time of the battle to make meritorious contributions and become famous in one fell swoop. ”

Little Abelard shook his head, and said seriously, "I don't want to ask if Dagbel wants to learn weapons from you, but you don't want to have any more hope for me, the more I read, the easier it becomes, the more interesting I get, and I eventually become obsessed with reading." I will give up the glory of being a knight, and the inheritance and position of the firstborn to my brother, and I will leave the temple of war and throw myself into the bosom of knowledge. In the field of philosophy, I love the weapon of dialectics far more than all others, and the victories I have won in the debates of my mind are far more glorious than those on the field. So I'm going to travel around and debate with people. Therefore, I see myself as a disciple of Aristotle. ”

Listening to his son's remarks, the father was ashamed, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Okay, I won't debate with you." I can't argue with you, but if you want to talk about the sword, you're going to fall under my hands. ”

The mother listened to the debate between father and son, and she completely agreed with her son's theory, so she happily said to her husband, "Your son will definitely be more talented, promising, and famous than you in the future." Just wait and see. As she spoke, she took her son's hand and said, "You haven't eaten yet." Let's go, I'll ask the cook to make you a meatloaf. ”