After the old man was full of food and drink, he asked the waiter for a lunch box, and packed a few bags of the rest of the meal, and then he shook off the wheelchair with satisfaction, and seemed to be about to leave the small restaurant, Yu Qingcheng couldn't help but shout: "Senior, don't you sit down for a while?" The old man smiled: "No need, I still have something to do, you young people can gather by yourself." As he spoke, he swung his wheelchair to the door of the shop.

Although the old man's behavior was very rude, almost a scoundrel, Yu Qingcheng looked at his back sitting on top of a wheelchair, and once again felt that wordless loneliness from the bottom of his heart. Thinking back to the old man's previous act of wanting to give away the painting, she seemed to have finally determined some of her thoughts.

"Want to go, stop, stop!" folks, stop him for me......"

At this moment, the owner of the small shop finally heard the news and rushed over, glanced at Yu Qingcheng and their table "chief" with a panicked face, and then chased after the old man in a few steps.

Outside the small shop, there were suddenly a lot of people, gathered around the side to watch the excitement. The village chief named Li Chongfu twisted the handrail of the old man's wheelchair: "You sour Confucian, you eat and drink outside all day, today you dare to be rude to the head of the home visit, go, follow me to the police station!" he said, about to drag the wheelchair to the road, and turned back to Yu Qingcheng and apologized to them.

"Chief, don't be like this old thing. He is just a poor bastard who cheats and cheats everywhere, and he just came to our village not long ago, and he is not from the village! The chief's home visit is a person from our village, so don't count this old thing into it......"

"Village chief, don't embarrass the old man. Seeing this, Yu Qingcheng hurriedly rushed forward to separate Li Chongfu, and looked back at Zhang Yonghou and them. "Company commander, this old man seems to be really a lonely old man, helpless, otherwise he wouldn't be so depressed. Otherwise, how about you go to visit your home first, and I'll accompany the old man to walk outside?" Yu Qingcheng's actions made Zhang Yonghou, who was a little embarrassed for a while, all breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, they are commanders and fighters in the People's Liberation Army, and if they bully the lonely and widowed old people outside, they will definitely not work. Yu Qingcheng is willing to resolve the embarrassment, which is something they can't ask for.

"In that case, it's a hassle for the instructor. Village Chief, take us to the house......"

When he was young, Zhang Yonghou and others followed the village chief and were invited to the village by the villagers. Yu Qingcheng pushed the old man's wheelchair and slowly walked outside the village. The mountain villages in the SC are mostly mountainous, surrounded by natural landforms, and after leaving the village, you can still see some terraced fields and farms, which are completely different from the scenery in the city and the army. Yu Qingcheng walked slowly, and his mood calmed down.

Although he was not familiar with the old man in the wheelchair, Yu Qingcheng seemed to be able to feel that this was really a down-and-out old pedant. Like the craftsmen who practice boxing, there are now many people who study academics who are also down, Yu Tingcheng out of instinct, and he doesn't want to be too embarrassed by this old man with a hint of sourness. "Senior, the village chief said that you are not a local, how could you come to such a small village?"

Yu Chengcheng parked his wheelchair by a stream, sat on the grass in front of him, and asked the old man with interest.

"I'm old, I'm disabled, I'm stuck at home and I've been learning all my life. The old man looked at Yu Chengcheng in front of him and looked very calm. "Girl, can you help me out of my wheelchair?"

Yu Qingcheng nodded, helped the old man out of the wheelchair, and sat on the ground with him. The old man breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and said to Yu Qingcheng: "Girl, you are practicing boxing, right? People who practice boxing should not defect to the Military Commission, just like people who do learning should not defect to the government." The old man said, his eyes looked a little depressed, and Yu Qingcheng seemed to feel an indescribable pain from his body.

"Uncle, you used to be from the government, right?"

"That was before the Cultural Movement......," the old man shook his head bitterly, "Perhaps, if you call me Youpai, it would be more appropriate for you to return to the revolutionaries." ”

"I see. Yu Qingcheng glanced at the old man, and seemed to think of his master again. "The things of the world cannot be measured with a ruler in the first place. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is true that many heroes were killed by mistake, and this is not something that our people themselves can resist. Seniors must have lived very lonely, people like you are like a dragon that has lost its clouds, falling into a ravine, and being with earthworms. ”

At this time, there were no outsiders around, and Yu Qingcheng finally said his true feelings in his heart. This old man is indeed a great Confucian, but unfortunately he is unlucky, and he is depressed in his old age. Because only in the era when the avenue is feasible, such a great Confucian can realize the value of his life, rise like a dragon on the clouds, and be worshiped by the world.

Therefore, for such an old man, even if he has the ability to survive, he is not willing to accept handouts from earthworms for the sake of life, but would rather cheat and cheat outside like an old scoundrel, so that people can misunderstand and ridicule.

This is a very wonderful psychology, understanding is understanding, not understanding is not understanding, can only be understood but not spoken.

But Yu Qingcheng realized that she did not look down on the old man in front of her like others.

"Hehe, you girl, that's interesting. The old man patted his leg lightly with his hand, as if he had become truly calm after suddenly meeting a bosom friend. "Girl, among the 1.4 billion people in China, you have a chance to regain your morality. ”

"Regain the moral ......" Yu Tingcheng chewed on these four words, and his heart was a little mixed for a while. After so many years in society, she can feel more and more clearly the weight of the word morality. Having morality is not such a glorious thing, but morality will make a person incompatible with modern society and make it difficult for him to move forward. Therefore, it is a very painful thing to pursue true morality, just like the old man in front of him.

"Child, although I am just an old Confucian who does learning, I have my own pursuits. It's rare that you didn't treat me like an old madman like everyone else, and it's fate that we met. Can you sit here with me?" The old man broke his leg with his hand and put it in a posture of sitting cross-legged, Yu Qingcheng also nodded, and also sat cross-legged opposite the old man.

Yu Chengcheng didn't have any profound culture, so the old man didn't talk to her about some literary classics.

However, he is willing to communicate with Yu Chengcheng so silently.

Boxing, academics, reaching the highest level, there is something in common. In other words, any art in the world has reached the highest level, and there are similarities, and it only depends on how people experience it. If you can't realize it, then it proves that the level is not high, and it is just a false saint.

How many false saints are there in modern society? That's why it is difficult to find a confidant, and why is there a divine relationship?

It's the beginning of summer, and the mountains and landscapes in the afternoon are sunny and beautiful. Under the warm breeze, the stream is murmuring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the city is basking in the warm sun, and it is not long before I revel in this comfortable environment. And the old man sitting cross-legged opposite her also showed a serene look, his eyes slightly closed, and an indifferent smile on his face, as if he was napping, and seemed to be contemplating and silent.

Before he knew it, a bird chirping flew down and landed on the old man's head. Yu Qingcheng was attracted to attention and prepared to go over to chase away the bird that was disturbing the old man, but then an incredible scene happened.

For after circling a few times, the bird actually cried and called its mate, and then the two birds brought in some hay and branches, and began to slowly bust themselves on the old man's head, building a nest!

"Oh my God, how could this be ......"

Yu Qingcheng opened his mouth and sat in place in surprise, almost unable to believe what he saw. Because the old man was sitting opposite Yu Allure at this time, he seemed to have reached a state of silence, breathlessness, colorlessness, tastelessness, and consciousnesslessness, and completely merged with the surrounding nature into a whole, so that even the birds and beasts could not notice it! The two birds flew back and forth happily, and it was not long before a small round nest had been built on the old man's head.

It can be said that the old man in front of him is a real Confucian and Taoist sage, and he is not at the same level as those deceitful academicians, professors, and experts in state organs.

Yu Qingcheng would never have dreamed that this time he would come to the army to serve and visit the company's home, and he would actually meet such an old man, or an old fairy, in this small mountain village!

If it were someone else, and saw the birds building a nest on the old man's head, the most I could do was surprised, surprised, and unable to understand it.

But Yu Tingcheng knows that this is a temperament that a person's cultivation can only have when it has reached the extreme, the point of transcendence and holiness. But I never thought that such a saint Confucian would be despised by the times today, so that he was lonely in his old age, Yu Qingcheng looked at the old man, and suddenly felt inexplicable sadness in his heart. At this time, it was already sunset, and the figure of the old man gradually became a little blurred.

"Child, you shouldn't be sad......"

As if sensing Yu Qingcheng's emotions, the old man gradually woke up from the silence, so that the two birds hovering over his head suddenly realized that they flew into the sky. The old man took the nest from his head with some apologies, and laughed miserably: "Bird, I'm really sorry. However, things in the world have prosperity and decline, and there is cause and effect. Just because you've lost your nest doesn't mean you've lost your home......"

After a while, the two birds slowly departed and disappeared into the setting sun.

"......" Yu Qingcheng looked at the old man who woke up, and also exhaled slightly. "Senior, it seems that you have also lost your lair, but fortunately, heaven and earth are your home. It's just that as a human being, you still have to have a place to live, even if your heart can be transcended, but the physical body is still reduced to mortal dust, you have to eat, you have to live, you have to use money. This is not the time for the avenue to be viable, nor is it the time to regain morality. ”

There was silence with the old man for an afternoon, although there was no verbal exchange, Yu Tingcheng felt that he had benefited too much and could hardly make a plan.

In fact, today, many myths that cannot be explained in ancient times can be understood, even if the cultivation reaches the level of immortals, it is only a sublimation of thought. The human body, forever bound to the mortal world, cannot be transcended. Shakyamuni wanted to be detached, but Shakyamuni died, and Zhuangzi said, "It is better to look at each other than to look at each other." So Zhuangzi also died. To explain it intuitively, detachment is to ascend, to sit, to attain nirvana, to die.

Therefore, Yu Qingcheng believes that even if the heart can fly above the nine heavens, the body will eventually return to the nest, like a bird in the clouds.