People grow up by themselves, and all kinds of rules in the world. To be praised, to be expected, to be constrained. Step by step, away from the initial ignorance, and step by step peel off the initial innocence.

The process of life. Originally, it was a process that could not be free, a fate that could not be escaped, and a responsibility that could not be given up. and the love and hate that is difficult to break free from once it happens, stirring the soul.

Rong Wuyi stood on the path of falling flowers, listening to the sound of the water flowing by the stream in his ears, as if no one was staring at the flowers falling on him. Hesitation, loneliness, welling up in the heart.

All things wither and prosper, follow the way of heaven, and become a unique natural law of their own.

And this falling flower is difficult to return to the branches to readorn.

Destiny. How sad, how powerless, how fragile.

"Grandpa Zhong~" Rong Wuyi walked into the majestic and high and low courtyard. Looking up at the simple and rugged owl kisses and the blue-black tiles on both ends of the ridge of the house. Laughed silently.

"Yo, Xiao Jiu. Grandpa Zhong's house, it's atmospheric, it's beautiful!" Old Man Zhong looked around his courtyard with a radiant and impassioned face.

"Atmospheric! beautiful!" said Rong Wuyi categorically. The architecture of the Tang Dynasty has always been solemn, simple and delicate. No doubt.

"It's still Xiao Jiu, you have vision!" Old Man Zhong said he was very pleased.

"Grandpa Zhong! Xiao Jiu has a book to read today~" Rong Wuyi said to Old Man Zhong mysteriously.

Old Man Zhong looked at Rong Wujiao, who was playing treasure, pulled him in a gentle voice, and asked as he walked: "Xiao Jiu can read books?

“…… Xinhua Dictionary......"

He's 7 years old, okay. Can you be illiterate?

"............" Mr. Zhong really hasn't read the Xinhua dictionary, and when he was a child, he read hundreds of family names, three-character scriptures, and thousand-character texts.

"Grandpa Zhong, Xiao Jiu doesn't know any words~" This step must be caught!

"Then, Grandpa Zhong will teach you. What words do you not know?"

Rong Wuyi took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. Black on white, neat and tidy. It reads-

Therefore, death, death, separation, death, fall.

Old Man Zhong looked at the orderly words, and his heart was inexplicably rippling.

"Therefore. From ancient times, make it also. Old Man Zhong picked up Rong Wuyi, let him sit in his arms, picked up a brush, and dipped it in ink. Hold his little hand and write stroke by stroke. "Mencius Teng Wengong" said: "Today is also unfortunate. It means something unexpected. ”

"Death. From the evil to the dead. "Bad means to cut flesh and split bones, and 殮 means to hit. The original meaning is to die unexpectedly.

"Well, you don't use that word. Skip ...... "It's too cruel, the kids' family, it's better to not know." "Next, I'll take a look. Die. ”

Death, euthanasia.

"This word, skip!" Xinhua Dictionary. What are you writing about, your adults don't know how to take care of it.

"Away. The thirtieth hexagram of Zhou Yi. Away from the fire ......"

Rong Wuyi is full of black lines, who wants to listen to this!"Grandpa Zhong ~ leaving, doesn't it mean parting?"

“………… Be. "Why is it so hard to spread some positive energy!

"Okay, the next one is. Lose. The meaning of escape, loss. "Xinhua Dictionary, I remember you. Must see.

"Fall. "Well, that's a good word. It means to fall, to fall. ”

"Grandpa Zhong, when the leaves fall, it's just dead, right~" Rong Wuyi's little face said Praise me, praise me, praise me~

"Yes!" Old Man Zhong spat out a word with difficulty.

Positive energy, where are you?

Rong Wuyi climbed down from Old Man Zhong's arms, stood up, and asked with a smile, "Grandpa Zhong, where is Brother Yunsuo?"

"I haven't come back yet, I guess it's almost there. Old Man Zhong heard Rong Wuyi mention his juniors. I am very happy, although my juniors are not too well-behaved, but they are full of positive energy!

Rong Wuyi tilted his head. It's almost six o'clock, so I'd better go home and eat first.

"Grandpa Zhong, then I'll come back tomorrow to play with Brother Yunsuo. "The sky and the earth are big, and the food is the biggest~

After saying that, he turned and ran out the door. On the way, I didn't forget to thank Mr. Zhong again.

"Grandpa Zhong, thank you for teaching Xiao Jiu to read!"

Old Man Zhong looked at the back of Rong Wuyi, who had already run away, and still felt that something strange was in his heart!

Therefore, death, death, separation, death, fall.

Death, death, and fall.