At noon, Asai porcelain painting and Xiao Lin came to the ward where Xiao Chufeng lived.

After two classes in the morning, she returned home, prepared lunch for Mr. Xiao with Xiao Lin, and then rushed to the hospital.

Asai porcelain painting carried this insulated lunch box with one hand and Xiao Lin's arm with the other, chattering non-stop along the way. talked about some interesting things about the school, which made Xiao Lin laugh non-stop.

Because Li Jingwei is abroad all the year round, Asai porcelain painting is like a daughter, so that Xiao Lin finds the feeling of being a mother again, plus Asai porcelain painting is very well-behaved and obedient, the relationship between the two is not mother and daughter, but like mother and daughter.

When the two entered the ward, they happened to see Tang Jifeng and Tang Qiushui chatting with the old man.

Xiao Lin knew Tang Jifeng, so she walked forward quickly to say hello.

"Uncle Tang, when did you arrive? Did you just come back from the United States?"

"Xiao Lin, I just arrived for a while. I heard that Brother Xiao is sick, and I can't sleep well!" Tang Jifeng was also in a happy mood when he saw his old friend again. But when I saw my old friend lying on the hospital bed, I couldn't help but feel a little bored. This sentence also reflects his heart at this time.

"Thank you, Uncle Tang, you have come so far and made a special trip, and you have worked hard all the way!"

Xiao Lin was very grateful in her heart. She knew that the old man and Tang Jifeng were close friends, and the two of them would definitely make her father very happy to meet. She turned to Tang Qiushui again and asked:

"Uncle Tang, this girl is your granddaughter? ”

"Yes. This is my little granddaughter, named Tang Qiushui. Qiushui, this is your Aunt Xiao. Tang Qifeng introduced to Tang Qiushui.

Tang Qiushui had already guessed a few points when Xiao Lin came in. Hearing grandpa's introduction, he bowed to Xiao Lin and said:

"Hello Aunt Xiao! I often hear Grandpa mention Grandpa Xiao and you. ”

"The autumn water has grown up beautiful. I remember when I met you, you were four or five years old. Time flies, more than 20 years have passed. Xiao Lin said with emotion.

When she went to the United States to deal with her mother's funeral, Xiao Lin saw this little girl. It's just that more than 20 years have passed, as the saying goes, the eighteen changes of the female university, without Tang Jifeng's introduction, she would definitely not recognize Tang Qiushui.

"Auntie, you are still so young, if we go out together, others will definitely think that you are my sister!" Tang Qiushui rarely has such a sweet mouth as today, she usually always looks cold.

"Haha.... This kid, make your aunt happy, right? Although she knew that Tang Qiushui was obedient, Xiao Lin was still very happy to hear it.

Women, who doesn't want their youth to stay forever and stay forever.

Tang Qiushui looked at the shallow well porcelain painting and asked, "Who is this sister?"

"My name is Asai Porcelain Painting, sister, you call me Porcelain Painting. The shallow well porcelain painting generously stretched out his hand and shook it gently with Tang Qiushui.

When a few people were chatting, Wei Gongquan walked in from outside and said to Old Man Xiao: "Old man, lunch has been booked, I'll let the hotel send it directly here, right?"

When Xiao Chufeng heard this, he nodded, and then said to Tang Jifeng: "Brother Tang, then let's deal with it here?" We haven't seen each other for a long time, can we talk while eating?"

"Good, good. "Tang Fengfeng is naturally happy. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they had made a special trip from the United States, so they naturally wanted to spend more time together. Xiao Chufeng can't go to the hotel, it's best to eat here.

Seeing this, Wei Gongquan turned around and went out to make a call.

Xiao Lin wanted her father to talk alone with her old friend for a while, so she took her two daughters to the small hall outside the ward.

Tang Qiushui asked casually: "Aunt Xiao, I heard Grandpa Xiao say that Li Jingwei has gone to Tianshan, when do you plan to come back?"

Xiao Lin hadn't answered yet, and the shallow well porcelain painting on the side heard this, looked at Tang Qiushui with some vigilance, and asked, "Sister, do you know Brother Jingwei." ”

"I know him, I met him at the airport when I came to Huaxia. Although Tang Qiushui was smart about Bingxue, he didn't pay much attention to the reaction of the shallow well porcelain painting.

Hearing Tang Qiushui's answer, Asai Porcelain Painting suddenly relieved his heart and said, "Brother Jingwei will definitely succeed and will come back soon." "When he speaks, he looks confident.

When Xiao Lin saw this scene, she also thought that the Asai porcelain painting was interesting. This girl is like this, happy or unhappy on her face, without much scheming, always simple. Xiao Lin also likes her the most.

After getting along for about two years, this girl has completely become a member of the family. She couldn't help but reach out and touch her little face, and said, "You have so much confidence in your brother Jingwei?"

"Of course, it's going to work out right away, just wait and see. Asai said as he waved his fist. An innocent look.

Looking at this scene, Tang Qiushui felt a little envious in his heart for no reason.

It is happy to be able to be believed by others, and it is even happier to have people who can be trusted unconditionally.

With the acceleration of economic development in the western region, companies in coastal cities have begun to strategically deploy in the western region of China, and the economic and trade exchanges between the east and the west have become closer and closer. Flights from Wupuhai to Wushi have always had a high occupancy rate.

Probably due to the late boarding pass time, the seats for the two people were not lined up. After boarding the plane, Li Jingwei and Zhang Yuanpeng each made their own seats.

From Puhai to Wushi, the plane needs to fly for about five hours. Li Jingwei habitually took out a book, put it on the table and read it, and soon immersed himself in it.

The roar of the engine outside the cabin and the noisy talking in the cabin were all isolated at this moment, and Li Jingwei entered his own world, an empty and quiet space.

He read books very quickly, and before long, Huntington's "The Clash of Civilizations and the Reconstruction of World Order" had been nearly half of his book.

Suddenly, a hand gently patted him on the shoulder, pulling him back from the book to reality.

Li Jingwei turned his head, it turned out to be a flight attendant pushing a dining cart and coming to deliver drinks to everyone, and now he is in front of Li Jingwei.

The stewardess looked at Li Jingwei and turned her head and said, "Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you." What kind of drink would you like?"

"It doesn't matter. Please give me a glass of pure water, thank you!" Li Jingwei thanked politely.

"No thanks. You please. The stewardess said, handing a glass of pure water to Li Jingwei.

At this moment, the plane seemed to encounter a turbulent air current, and it jolted violently. The stewardess's body lost its balance for a moment, and when she tried to keep standing, the water cup in her original hand was spilled on Li Jingwei.

Li Jingwei hurriedly reached out and grabbed the flight attendant's arm to help her control the body that fell to the side. The glass of water didn't have time to bother and spilled straight at his chest.

At the last moment, a hand stretched out from the side, and there was no movement, as if there was a suction, and he grasped the water cup steadily, and not a drop of water spilled out.

Only then did Li Jingwei notice that it was the middle-aged man sitting next to him who reached out and caught the water cup, and said to the other party: "Thank you." ”

The middle-aged man just nodded and smiled, but did not speak.

At this time, the plane also stabilized after a short turbulence. The flight attendant thanked Li Jingwei repeatedly, and then pushed the dining cart forward.

Li Jingwei picked up the water cup, took a sip of water, and said to the middle-aged man again:

"Thank you for your help. My name is Li Jingwei, may I ask your surname, sir?"

"You're welcome. My surname is Zhou, Zhou Chenggang. The little brother is kind-hearted, and in times of crisis, he can save others first and then take care of himself, which is good. ”

Zhou Chenggang has a good impression of Li Jingwei, especially when he saw that when the flight attendant was about to fall, he was able to help the flight attendant first, instead of dodging the water cup spilled on him first. Although this incident is small, it reflects Li Jingwei's instinctive reaction.

"You've won a prize. Li Jingwei replied modestly. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Mr. Zhou, your action of catching the water cup just now is really clever, how did you do it?"

Li Jingwei's experience in the rivers and lakes is obviously not enough, if Zhang Yuanpeng was here, he would definitely not ask the other party such a question. The other party is obviously a martial artist, and a martial artist may not be willing to share his kung fu secrets.

Zhou Chenggang didn't seem to care about this, but replied seemingly casually:

"I wanted to do it, and I did it. ”

"I wanted to do it, and I did it. Li Jingwei muttered to himself.

"Do what you want without going overboard. Where the heart goes, where the mind goes. Is that what you mean?" Li Jingwei pondered for a while and asked again.

"It's not what I want, it's what I want. I want, not my heart. Zhou Chenggang looked at Li Jingwei with a smile and said like a tongue twister.

If other people heard Zhou Chenggang's answer, I am afraid that they would have already burst out and cursed. Li Jingwei seemed to have fallen into a magic obstacle and thought about it.

"Isn't what I want to be my heart's desire? Is there a difference between what I want and what my heart wants?" Li Jingwei's words seemed to be asking Zhou Chenggang in front of him, and he also seemed to be asking himself.

Zhou Chenggang asked: "When you reached out to help the flight attendant just now, did you ask your heart if you wanted to help? Or did you think about whether you should help the question?"

"Nope. Li Jingwei replied honestly, "I didn't have time to think about it at that time, so I instinctively made a move." ”

"Then is it what you want to do to help?" Zhou Chenggang asked again.

"Yes, that's what I want to do. ”

"So, you didn't think about it or not. You want to do it, you do it. It's you who do it, not your heart that decides whether you want to do it or not. Zhou Chenggang explained, "In this process, it is you who are in charge of your actions, not your heart that is in charge of your actions. ”

"So what you just said, 'I did it, I did it,' that's what you mean. Li Jingwei seemed to have caught something, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

I decide my heart, not my heart that determines me. Without self there is no heart, and without heart there can be me.

Li Jingwei looked at Zhou Chenggang, and saw that his pupils were as clear as a baby's, pitch black, and bottomless. This reminded him of a sentence that Lao Tzu said in the "Tao Te Ching": "Can you be inseparable from the camp and hold one?"

Although the baby is tender and simple, it is all true and Yuanyang is not lost, so it can "not sting poisonous insects, not strong, and not fighting." The bones are weak and the tendons are soft and firm. "Babies are the most natural and innocent. Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're sleepy, and laugh when you're happy.

As you grow up, life becomes more and more complicated. In case of trouble, look ahead and think about it repeatedly. Sleek and sophisticated, exquisite. Gradually losing his true nature.

As if enlightened, Li Jingwei's eyes became more and more pure.

Zhou Chenggang has been carefully observing Li Jingwei, and when he saw Li Jingwei's changes, he smiled approvingly: "Only by going with nature can everything be accessible, only by being innocent can you have no self, and only without me can you see me." And when he had finished speaking, he said no more.

Li Jingwei also closed his eyes, thoughtless, thoughtless, selfless, and his heart was empty.