Wu Fan Wufan? Maybe his parents just wanted their son to have no worries and no troubles in his life, but they didn't expect God to make such a big joke. Originally, he thought that this man named Zong Zezhi would let himself be a cow and a horse to exchange for meager food from him to support himself, but he didn't expect that Zong Zezhi just asked him to do a very simple thing, that is, study.

Originally, it was no accident that he should now be carrying something in a middle school with "Yu Yi was a child, he can open his eyes to the sun", or in a small classroom, he should memorize mathematics, physics and chemistry in the future so that he can travel all over the world in the future, or fight all day long like ordinary children, chasing girls or something. It's a pity that fate played a big joke on him. Three months ago in the evening, Wu Fan was playing in a park near his neighborhood. Since he had just graduated from elementary school, Wu Fan, who didn't have to worry about homework, was playing happily outside, and didn't care at all that the skyfire had burned the white clouds at sunset. Just as a group of children were playing happily in the park, one of Wu Fan's companions was about to enjoy the afterglow of the setting sun, but he couldn't help but exclaim: "Look at it!" There's smoke on that end! It's on fire! ”

Everyone looked in the direction of the child's finger. Indeed, a beam of black smoke in the distance was like a black dragon riding the wind rising from the ground, drifting into the distance in the gentle breeze. It's spectacular.

At this time, another child quipped: "Wu Fan, that's not your home!" Your house is on fire! ”

A few children next to him were amused and laughed, although the smoking end was indeed the direction of his house, but if he wanted to say that his house would catch fire, Wu Fan would not believe it. It's just that it's not too early to see the sky, and Wu Fan, who is afraid that his mother will be anxious if he doesn't go home, said goodbye to his little friend and ran home. Industrious bees don't worry about finding a source of nectar, so they always work at sunrise and rest at sunset. But there are many flying insects, flies and mosquitoes that are diurnal and nocturnal. For example, this moth that has just risen, there is a beam of fire in the distance that it has dreamed of, how can it forget it? I tried my best to fly towards the sky-high light, but unfortunately it went to death in an instant. One by one, fire trucks drove into the neighborhood, and the shrill sirens were like the death knell of the late eighteenth century, announcing death to those who knew nothing.

Although the fire brigade came very quickly, the fire was too serious, and the dilapidated corridor emitted an unpleasant smell of burning, and from time to time scattered charcoal would fall and fall on the corridor of the corridor. Life is sometimes so fragile that it seems to have undergone a baptism in just a moment, and it has come to an end in an unexpected way.

"There's not a trace of life?" In a narrow hallway, a man in a heavy firefighter suit asks a firefighter who has just walked out of the fire. The firefighter who desperately broke into the fire was exhausted, but he still couldn't care about himself in the face of people whose lives were in danger. It was only when he entered the fire that he realized that it was all in vain. The firefighter leaned against the wall with one hand and the stairs with the other, panting and saying, "There are no survivors in the house, the fire is too big!" Everything was burned! If there are still people in there, I'm afraid..."This world is like this, even if we struggle, we can't escape the claws. But before the two of them could finish speaking, there was a cry from the corridor. Turning around, I saw a boy kneeling in the hallway and crying loudly. Both of them knew what was going on but didn't know how to comfort the child, maybe it would make him feel better if he cried a little longer and vented all his grief. What kind of big husband sheds blood and does not shed tears, that is not to the sad place, just ask which man in the world has never cried?

The earliest person who combined the words "learning" and "Xi" to call "learning" was Confucius. That's right, it's the well-known phrase "Learn and learn it, and enjoy it?" However, Confucius, as a generation of Confucian saints, does not seem to be very well received by others. First of all, Qin Shi Huang burned books and pit Confucianism, and countless Confucian children died in the grave. Later, there is a "foursome" batch. Forest. Batch. Confucius made China's education cause fall back into the ages overnight. This saint, who had been sleeping for a thousand years, had to be spurned several times after his death, and a group of poor worms who could not read a single word went against the heavens in order to cover up their shortcomings, and tried to strengthen the centralization of power by fooling the people? There is benevolence and righteousness in the waste of the avenue; Wisdom has a big hypocrisy; Six relatives are not in harmony and have filial piety; The country is in turmoil and has loyal subjects.

The dead are great! Whoever does not show due respect in the face of a corpse lying there, then he will go to hell, and I am afraid that he will not enter that humanity again.

Wu Fan's life is relatively monotonous, he gets up in the morning and goes to the nearby park for morning exercises, runs, and does tai chi, and then goes to the junior high school class arranged for him by Zong Zezhi after bringing back two breakfasts by the way. When he was in Zong's house, he had to prepare for cooking and do some housework, like a full-time nanny, or the kind of person who only worked without asking for anything in return. When the time moved to the evening, Wu Fan had to take root in Zong Zezhi's study, first score for two hours, and then be guided by Zong Zezhi to study the seemingly inexhaustible books in the study.

In short, Wu Fan didn't have much free time in the Zong family, and it was far less leisurely than when he was in school, and the so-called homework in the school was less than one-n of the courses arranged for him by the master. But this little flower who once asked for food was not a little dissatisfied, or what else could he say? If a person cares about you and teaches you to learn regardless of the return, do you want to play some big cards again? It is said that suffering is the teacher of life, and Wu Fan feels pain while enjoying it.

The master's house is always full of guests, and every once in a while, someone will come to visit Zong Zezhi with gifts, which makes Wu Fan very curious about what kind of person the master is. But curiosity kills cats, it's enough to eat and drink for nothing, and if you ask a lot more, this person is enough. Wu Fan didn't know that his master was once arrogant and domineering, or he was as low-key as ever for decades, he didn't know, just like he didn't know why the master was always sitting alone in the living room looking at a pair of ink and blue in a daze, the master didn't seem to have any family, maybe the master always scared away those women who loved him coldly on weekdays, but Wu Fan knew that the master was actually a person who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, just like a stove in winter, very warm.

"Master, why do you always look at this painting? Is there a treasure in this painting? Wu Fan asked curiously with a blink of small eyes. Zong Zezhi smiled, looked at this lovely apprentice and said: "That's nature, and the reason for placing my affection on the landscape painting scroll is because there is a person's life's wealth hidden there, but you are too small to see clearly." Lonely mountains and lonely boats, he really couldn't see any mystery in that picture scroll, he just firmly remembered the heavy calligraphy next to the picture scroll.

Jin Ge Iron Horse for 50 years, Hongye put a pot of wine.

The grand plan is not strange, and it is a dream of Huangliang after all!

Time flies like a white horse, and the hard-working Wu Fan is naturally a good student with excellent character and learning, but he also planted many dark seeds under the guidance of Zong Zezhi. It's like the master told him that people's hearts are thin and changeable, sometimes like a tiger and sometimes a snake and scorpion. And Wu Fan, who was living on the street at the age of twelve, naturally felt deeply about this, he experienced life and death at a young age and begged along the street, and others may have gone crazy early, and few people can live a normal life like Wu Fan.

In the middle of the year, the first day is the New Year's Day, and the night is the vigil. In a blink of an eye, it is the Spring Festival at the end of the year, of course, it is the Spring Festival six years later, and Wu Fan is now a senior in high school. Although the past six years have their own wonderful, these have nothing to do with our book, so I won't mention them for the time being. It is said that the plan of the year lies in spring, because spring is the beginning of all things, and of course it is also the beginning of Wu Fan. Wu Fan, who has no relatives and no reason, naturally spent the Chinese New Year's Eve in the Zong family, and the word reunion is nothing more than that he and his master are at home. However, Wu Fan knew that this was the last year he spent in the Zongjia, and the master once said that he arranged Wu Fan's life before the age of eighteen, Wu Fan knew that he would be eighteen after the New Year, and what the master said must be a word, and there was no need to break the master's gentleman's words because he was such a person who ate and drank for nothing. Besides, he is no longer the "little screaming flower" who begged and abducted on the street for a living, and he believes that even if he leaves the master's roof, he will be able to survive normally!

Wu Fan came to the living room and walked to the master's side, and after thinking about it for a long time, he had already made a decision.

"Master, I think it's time for me to go."

Zong Zezhi was stunned for a moment and then relieved, time really can't stand being squandered, and six years have passed so quickly.

"Have you figured it out? So what about the second half of the third year of high school? ”

"I think I would be able to survive without those dispensable things." It's true that a few pieces of paper are not much different from a few pieces of paper, but if you are a useless rice bucket, it will not help you to give you a rich godfather.

Zong Zezhi patted Wu Fan on the shoulder, and unexpectedly lit a cigarette for Wu Fan. The master has always been a dull person, except for smoking, wine and tea, there are not too many hobbies, but the master never lets himself smoke, and let the master personally light a cigarette for someone, I'm afraid few people can stand this blessing.

After lighting the cigarette, Zong Zezhi looked at Wu Fan and said slowly: "I didn't let you smoke in the past because I was afraid that you would get those so-called cigarette addictions, but now that you are eighteen, it doesn't matter if you smoke one or two cigarettes occasionally." In fact, the first cigarette a man smokes is best handed by his father, but since he can't do anything, I'll take his place. Smoking hurts the body, drinking hurts the kidneys, and not smoking and drinking hurts the heart. But remember not to be obsessed with wine and wealth, and also to beware of those who indulge in fireworks and wine, most of them are unable to discipline themselves and cannot be entrusted with big things. ”

"Master, I remember."

At the door of the room, one person is inside, one person is outside, and it seems that there are countless obstacles between this threshold. Zong Zezhi sent Wu Fan out of the gate and said, "Although I am a little reluctant, the master can only send you here." The poorest is just begging, immortal will eventually come out, the master is looking forward to the day when you can return to this cottage in a beautiful way, when the master prepares a few bottles of good wine, how about you to catch the wind? ”

Wu Fan didn't speak, just turned around and nodded heavily.