"Hehe, I think Aunt Dalu is not only good at willow weaving, but also seems to be getting younger and younger!" Zhao Changshu said with a smile.

Aunt Dalu was very impressed with Zhao Changlan's small sycophant, and pursed her lips and said, "Little gun, you can't do it if you don't study." Let's just talk about your Uncle Dalu, he used to steam soju at home, and if it was broken, it would be bad, and he couldn't lose a few dollars. But now I'm going to follow you out to run a big winery, can he do it if he doesn't study? If there is anything wrong, it is not just us who will be pitted! You talk about us workers in the handicraft factory. Now the development of the world's willow industry is also advancing by leaps and bounds, as Cao Shuying said, if we can't see the future now, then we will have no future in the future. ”

Looking at Uncle Yin and his wife in front of him, Zhao Changshu felt that Zhao Zhuang had really changed. Not only has everyone become rich, but everyone's mental outlook has also changed dramatically from before. Think about the past, several families in the village would come out with guys to fight at every turn, and then look at the present, everyone gets along in harmony, fighting together for themselves and for the future of Zhao Zhuang, and even Zhao Changlan has an urge to quickly recharge and learn.

After leaving Yin Dalu's home, Zhao walked to the cemetery at the foot of Xiqingyun Mountain in Zhaozhuang Village, and when he passed by the supermarket in the village, he bought a lot of chicken feet and chicken wings, spicy strips, and a Tsingtao beer can.

From a distance, Zhaozhuang, a cemetery open to the public, is still very spectacular. Starting from the foot of the mountain, it is in the form of steps, layer upon layer until it reaches the halfway point of the mountain, if it is not for the higher level government not to let it go down, I am afraid that the cemetery will spread all the way to the top of the mountain!

The small cypress trees planted when the cemetery was first built were the thickness of a fist, and the branches of the trees were swaying when the wind blew. Revealing looming tombstones.

There are five large tiled houses at one foot of the cemetery. Two are welcome rooms for guests who come to worship their ancestors or buy cemeteries, one is an office, and the other is a warehouse with some farm tools and paper horse incense candles. All four houses were locked with iron locks.

The last room is Chen Xiaodao's room, and usually only Chen Xiaodao guards it in the cemetery.

Zhao Changshu saw that the door of Chen Xiaodao's room was open, so he pushed the door and walked in. He knew that Chen Xiaodao's family lived in the village, so he didn't shy away from it.

However, to Zhao Changlan's surprise, after he pushed the door in, he found that Chen Xiaodao was not in the room. There are several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall of the room, and there is a freshly painted landscape painting on the large bookcase in the middle of the room.

Zhao Changshu saw Chen Xiaodao's landscape painting very interesting, a little fantasy, and a little fairytale. The picture is very layered, and the nearest place is a wide river, with rolling waves. On the other side of the river is a majestic mountain with strange rocks and pine trees. On the top of the mountain is a round of red sun, a very simple round of red sun, as if it is held up by mountains, and there is no cloud or anything like that around.

And on the whole painting, except for this round of red sun, the others are all black and white, using freehand brushwork, only this round of red sun is realistic, as if to spray out of the picture.

It is impossible to tell from the picture whether this is the morning sun or the setting sun.

What Zhao Changshu couldn't understand the most was the river. I saw a person standing on the surface of the river, with a long robe and a crown, standing on the surface of the river with his hands behind his back, looking at the mountains on the other side and the red sun.

Downstream of this man, there is a large group of people, who are struggling in the river, as if they are fighting against the raging waves, trying to swim against the current!

Zhao Changshu looked at it for a long time and didn't see the meaning of this painting, but what surprised him was that whenever his eyes were on the person standing on the water, his heart felt as calm as water, as if it was as calm as the distant mountains, as if the rushing river had nothing to do with him.

There is a blank space in the upper right corner of the picture, and a line of words is written: "People's hearts are quiet and people are like mountains", with a cursive style, vigorous and powerful, smooth and natural. Next to the payment: Chen debt repayment, seal.

"People's hearts are quiet and people are like mountains, and people's hearts are quiet and people are like mountains??????" Zhao Changshu muttered two sentences, and couldn't help but smile and shake his head. He suddenly vaguely understood the meaning of Chen Xiaodao's painting.

This river is the river of rolling red dust, it can also be said to be the river of time, those who fall into the water and struggle are the people in the rolling red dust, they struggle desperately, but in the end they cannot escape the fate of being drowned by the red dust.

According to the meaning of the painting, in Chen Xiaodao's view, there is only one way to avoid falling into the red dust and escape the world, and to be calm. People's hearts are quiet, people are like mountains, people, only when the heart is calm, can they be like those mountains, no matter how time passes, the red dust changes, he is still him.

However, although Zhao Changshu had a general understanding, he did not understand what that round of red sun meant. If Chen Xiaodao painted this painting really to express his thoughts, then there must be something to say about that round of red sun.

When Zhao Changshu was thinking, the landline phone on the bedside table next to him suddenly rang.

Zhao Changshu hesitated for a moment, but still walked over to pick up the phone for Chen Xiaodao. To Zhao Changlan's surprise, after he picked up the phone, he found that the call was made to him!

Chen Xiaodao's voice came from the microphone: "Mr. Zhao, I'm on the mountain, let's come up and take a look at the scenery together." ”

Since Chen Xiaodao came to Zhaozhuang, he has always called Zhao Changshu Mr. Zhao. And Zhao Changshu has always called Chen Debt Repayment Mr. Chen. Although it sounds a little unfamiliar, the taste of it can only be experienced by the two of them.

Zhao Changshu put down the phone, walked up the mountain, and walked halfway up the mountain, only to find that he had forgotten to put down the chicken feet beer and other things in his hand.

"It's okay, put the wine in the wind, just talk freely." Zhao Changshu smiled and thought.

Qingyun Mountain is not small, and it is said that it is not easy to find a person on the mountain. But although Zhao Changshu didn't ask Chen Xiaodao where he was on the phone, he went directly to the boulder at the top. And when he climbed the boulder, Chen Xiaodao was standing on the edge of the boulder and looking at the cemetery down the mountain.

Zhao Changshu put down the things in his hand, walked to his side, and also looked down. Looking down from here, it's a sight to behold.

From here, you can see a series of tombstones, densely packed, only when the wind blows, these tombstones will be blocked by the swaying cypress trees, hidden.

Zhao Changshu took two cans of beer and handed one to Chen Xiaodao, and said with a smile: "What do you want?" ”

"I didn't think about anything, I just wanted to see it. I often come here to take a look. Here I can see the whole process of each person from birth to death. Chen Xiaodao also said with a smile.

"Hehe, you're thinking too much. Artists are probably like that, right? By the way, I saw the painting on your desk. It seems to be very interesting. ”

"If you like it, I'll give it to you. Otherwise, if you put it in my place, I will burn him too. Chen Xiaodao said, as if he didn't know that his paintings were valuable.

"Why burn it? Isn't it good to sell or give it away as it is to give it to me? Zhao asked.

"Not good."

"Why?"

"It's very simple, I have enough money to spend now, and I don't have to make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings. Most importantly, I don't want my work to be used as a tool for fame and fortune. Chen Xiaodao said.

"I'm ashamed, I was about to take out your painting and give it away." Zhao Changshu said.

"You're different from everyone else, I'm relieved to give you something."

"What's different about me?" Zhao Changshu asked strangely.

"There are two kinds of people in this world."

"I know, men and women." Although Zhao Changshu knew that Chen Xiaodao didn't mean this, he still said with a smile.

"You're still so sharp. In fact, from another point of view, people in the world can also be divided into two other kinds. A kind of person, whether he is rich or poor, strong or weak, he will stick to his heart. That's the kind of person you are. On the contrary, there is another kind of person, whose heart changes with the changes in the surrounding environment. When he was poor, he was one thing, and when he was rich, he became another. I am the latter type of person. ”

"I don't want to sell my calligraphy or give it away, I just don't want my heart to change. In fact, I have been able to achieve what I am today on the road of art, in fact, it is entirely due to this quiet life and this slightly dead cemetery. This is a place where my heart can be completely calmed down and immersed in the temple of art. If I had a lot of money and a status in society, I'm afraid I wouldn't be where I am now. Maybe I'll be the same person again. ”

Chen Xiaodao said while sipping beer.

"No, it won't. Haven't you heard that the human mind is sublimated? Your current thinking has changed, and Chen Debt will never become the same Chen Xiaodao as before. Zhao Changshu said.

"Hehe, the mountain is difficult to change, and sex is difficult to move. I know what my problems are. Mr. Zhao, I want to tell you something. I want to quit my job as a cemetery visitor. Chen Xiaodao said suddenly, as he spoke, he threw the empty can under the rock, and the can jumped and rolled down on the rock, making a clanging sound.

Zhao Changshu was taken aback by Chen Xiaodao's words, Chen Xiaodao said so much to himself, he thought that he had stopped his heart, but he didn't expect that he was suddenly leaving now, wouldn't this former brother in Linhe City want to go out and fight the world again, right?

So, how is that good?

Zhao Changshu is not worried. He knew Chen Xiaodao's abilities very well. In Zhao Changlan's heart, Chen Xiaodao is also an out-and-out genius!

This can be seen from Guò Chen Xiaodao's resume. After graduating from college, he didn't find a good job, but he made a fortune in one fell swoop by virtue of the salvia money from Zhao Zhuang and Jiangjuntang, and finally became the first brother of Linhe City! In Linhe City, he covers the sky with one hand, turns his hands into clouds, covers his hands for rain, eats both black and white, and has become the biggest brother in Linhe City after Li Chaotian!

You must know that Li Chaotian was able to have such achievements at the beginning, because he had many generals under him, and even handsome people were helping him, such as Zhao Changshu at that time. And Chen Xiaodao never had someone like Zhao Changshu to help him! Every qiē needs to be controlled by himself!

This is enough to show Chen Xiaodao's super ability. But what is even more amazing is his later results!