My heart thumped, and I was a little excited, and I grabbed Jing Hao's hand and asked, "Jing Hao, who taught you to sing this song?" ”

Jing Hao was caught by me, and said a little puzzled: "Brother Mo, he came back yesterday, and when he saw that I was unhappy, he taught me to sing a tune." ”

Is it that children often mention the very admired Mo Gongzi? "Where is he?"

"He doesn't live in the museum, he lives in a hut in the back mountain."

"I want to go and see, Jinghao, can you take me there?"

Jing Hao took me to the place not far away, through a green bamboo forest, raise your eyes to see a simple and simple small bamboo house, the outer edge is surrounded by a bamboo hedge, along a small gravel road into it, in front of the house is a patio, and there is a bracket supported by bamboo, crawling full of dense green vines, bearing a few courgettes, flat and green crisp, very gratifying.

Ling'er quickly stepped on the short wooden ladder in front of the house and went straight in.

I suddenly felt a little timid, and I stopped, does he still remember me, does he still recognize me?

Sitting, standing, squatting, the bamboo hut is full of children. I only heard a warm voice around the house, and after listening carefully, I knew that he was talking about the Warring States period when Su Qin became a seller of property, ran around outside, did nothing, and returned home in a down-and-out manner After being treated coldly by his family, he studied hard, studied Zhou Shuyin, and after learning something, he traveled again, lobbied the six countries to fight against Qin, served as the minister of the six countries, and finally returned to his hometown.

After hearing this, some children said that they would also be like Su Qin in the future, stirring up the storm and controlling the six countries, only to hear the person in the room say softly: "Su Qin does have something worthy of our learning and admiration, but have you ever thought about it, Su Qin, for his own personal merits, instigated Qi to attack other countries, provoked wars, disregarded the people of the world, and even trapped the people in fire and water, what should you think?" ”

The children who admired and longed for Su Qin were silent for a while, and then listened to him: "In fact, in that era of advocating power and deceitful profit, Su Qin was understandable for doing this. We all want to be masters, we all want to be rich and powerful. I don't want you to take saving the country and the people as the starting point in everything you do in the future, that would be too idealistic, but I don't want you to do whatever it takes to pursue power and bring disaster to the people's livelihood and become unrecognizable. In these turbulent times, everyone has become accustomed to intrigue and calculation, and it is too difficult to maintain a good heart. In Vanity Fair, if you don't step on someone else when they are in trouble, it is already considered kindness, but kindness is discriminated against and disdained by people. But I hope that no matter what situation you find yourself in in the future, you must maintain a pure heart, and do not be carried away by the desire for power and forget the most basic conscience of being a human being. ”

After hearing this, the children knew that they had fallen into excessive worship of fame and power, and said with a fixed heart: "Brother Mo, don't worry, we will definitely remember what you said, and we will never lose our good qualities as human beings." ”

After listening to the children's assurances, he added a few more words, "However, kindness must also be principled." Distinguish between good and evil, and do not be kind to the wicked. Sometimes, indiscriminate kindness can become a sin. ”

When he finished speaking, Jing Hao noticed that I was still standing outside the house, not coming in, and beckoned to me: "Sister Qingqiang, come in, what are you still doing standing outside!" ”

A large number of eyes were cast in the room, and I stepped on the wooden ladder, walked into the house, and turned to the man. He has green shirts and dark hair, and his eyebrows are clear, just like the first time he saw him.

His clear eyes froze slightly, and he smiled, "Miss Xiao, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

I echoed, my voice so soft that it was like a white plum falling to the ground, "yes, long time no see." Are you alright? ”

——

The children were scattered, but I stayed in the house and didn't leave. I asked him, "Your surname is Mo, can you tell me your real name?" ”

His gaze was as light as snow, and he did not speak.

I made up my mind, and looked at him boldly with clear eyes, "Then let's get acquainted again, my surname is Xiao, Xiao Qingqiang." Xiao He's Xiao, Qingluan's green, rose's rose. What about you? ”

I looked at him stubbornly, insisting on an answer, and he finally said, "Mo Ziwei." Mo is not worried, Mozi's son, worry-free. ”

Mo Ziwu, I slowly read these three words in my heart, it turned out that this was his name.

There were shoe mud prints left by the children in the house, and Mo Ziwu said to me: "You sit down first, I'll clean it up." ”

As he spoke, he took out his broom, swept the house, and took a rag and wiped the table clean.

I watched him sweep the floor and wipe the table in a daze, and I couldn't help but have a thought: If such a man marries, he must be a good husband who takes care of his family.

After he finished all this, I said: "I heard a lot of things about you from the children, but I didn't expect that Brother Mo, who is warm-hearted, righteous and squandering, full of wisdom, and god-like existence, is you." ”

Mo Zi said worriedly: "I came back yesterday and heard a little girl say that she was sent by a Qingqiang sister, and I guessed that it was you." ”

I looked at the light of the sky on the tips of his hair and sighed softly, "I didn't expect to see you here, I thought we would never have the chance to meet again in this life." ”

Mo Ziwu's fluttering voice sounded softly above my head, "I didn't expect that for so many years, I have traveled all over the world and met many people, but I always get together and disperse, and rarely intersect again." ”

I looked up at him, "You're surprised to see me?" ”

His smile was as faint as a bamboo, "I was surprised, but I was also very happy." ”

Suddenly, an indescribable joy suddenly appeared in my heart, and somehow a flower appeared on my lips, like the brightest rose in the sun.

In order to suppress the overly obvious smile on my face, I cleared my throat and said, "You have to take care of so many children by yourself, you must be tired from running around, right?" ”

"It was very tiring, and I even thought about giving up when it was hardest. But when I think of the tragic fate of these children without my support, I can't watch them starve to death on the streets one day, so I must persevere and not give up. He said softly, but the hardships were beyond my imagination.

I was shocked by these words, how many people in this world abandon others in order to survive, and even murder others. Everyone only wants to protect themselves, and it's good if they can't harm others. But he ...... How many other people can be like him, regardless of gains and losses, to help others?

When it was time for lunch, Mo Ziwu picked the courgettes on the bamboo frame to cook, and cooked by himself in the kitchen by lighting a fire, washing and cooking. I wanted to help, but he refused on the grounds that I was a guest and should be entertained. While he was busy working in the kitchen, I looked at his apartment, which was a three-room bamboo house, with a bedroom to the east, a lobby in the middle, and a kitchen to the west. I stood at the door and quietly observed his bedroom, a small room, a bed and a table, the windows were bright and clean, but simple but very clean.

There was only a plate of hot vegetarian fried courgettes for lunch, and Mo Ziwu sat opposite me and said apologetically: "The humble house is simple, coarse tea and light rice, don't dislike it." ”

"No, it won't." I smiled sincerely, "I'm honored that you can cook for me personally." ”

"I thought the average man wouldn't do housework, but you can not only sweep the floor, cook, but also clean up the place."

"Because I'm not your average man." He didn't blush at all, and added, "I've been used to being alone since I was a child, and I do everything by myself." I can do swordsmanship,, wipe tables and sweep floors, cook, work in the fields, and do a little bit of everything. ”

I quipped, "Aren't you a jack of all trades?" ”

He answered calmly, "I'm trying to reinvent myself in that direction." ”

I picked up a slice of courgette with chopsticks, chewed it, and immediately lowered my head and frowned, "Your courgette is scorched, right?" ”

He picked up a slice with chopsticks, ate it, and said casually, "No." ”

I picked up a piece of burnt yellow melon slices and put it in front of his eyes, and his face turned slightly suspicious and thin red under the ironclad evidence: "Maybe." ”

"What maybe, it is!" I asked dissatisfiedly, "How many years have you been cooking, you can't be a new hand, right?" ”

He told me, "It's been more than ten years. ”

The corners of my mouth twitched, "It's really hard for you for more than ten years, and the craftsmanship is still like this - simple, this dish is probably only eaten by you." ”

"There was once a man." He added lightly, "I reluctantly ate it once." ”

"Then you're still serving me food?"

"I thought it would improve after a few years," he explains. ”

I suddenly said weakly: "You have eaten this kind of food alone for more than ten years, and you don't feel anything?" ”

His eyelids didn't move and said, "It's good to eat it." ”

"It turns out that your requirements for cooking are so low, and it's strange that your dishes are so colorful." As soon as I stirred the whole plate of courgette, the courgette, which was okay, immediately revealed its true colors - the combination of green, yellow and black.

Under my accusation, Mo Ziwei still said calmly: "You just said that you are very honored." ”

I glanced at him, "Does honor have anything to do with the quality of the food?" ”

He still said: "You said you wouldn't dislike it." ”

How do I know your craft is so poor? Counting me as a slap in the mouth, I angrily picked up a piece of courgette and chewed it, "I don't dislike it." ”

Saying that he was about to pick up another slice, he stopped me, and his warm and slender fingers suddenly covered the back of my hand, "If you can't eat it, don't eat it." ”

Feeling his warm palm, the palm trembled subtly from his body. I hurriedly removed my hand and said absentmindedly: "You can eat everything, why can't I eat?" ”

"I'm used to it."

Not to be outdone, "I have a wide range of tastes. ”

After eating hastily, Mo Ziwei apologized to me and said that if he had known that his craftsmanship was so bad, he would definitely not have left me to eat. To make up for his lack of care today, he decided to treat me to a meal at the restaurant next time.

Exegesis:

(1) The title is based on the Song Dynasty Yan several "Partridge Sky • Colorful Sleeves Hold the Jade Bell Diligently" "I am afraid that meeting is a dream"