I didn't know many words before, but I always heard nonsense such as "human nature is good", and I didn't agree with it at that time, for example, I Yu Ke, to be honest, I didn't think I was a good person, not before the age of seven. The people around me who are bigger than me and younger than me are not kind, otherwise they would not have bullied me, and I want to say that those little children are the most unkind people, they are all selfish and have evil intentions, and they never take my feelings into account.

Now that I know more about the word, I feel that sentence is. First of all, I have never heard Mr. Fang say this, nor have I seen it in the few books I only read; Secondly, if that sentence is really true, doesn't that deny my own existence? So what people say all the time is not necessarily right.

It takes time for a person to turn over a new leaf, and as a professional gangster with more than ten years of experience, I can't just read a few books to become a new person. When the initial novelty wore off, I began to understand those rebellious teenagers, let you study for two or three months, no problem, but let you spend more than ten years in front of these messy and boring things, it is definitely impossible for me to leave it.

But it's almost the New Year, and Daxing City is too cold, the mother who feels sorry for me is afraid that I will be cold and tired, so she shortens the time for me to endorse by more than half, and finally comforts my restless heart. I was very happy because of this, but I saw that Mr. Fang's mood was getting worse and worse, and I reflected on it for a while, feeling that I had not done anything wrong, and I didn't know where to offend him. He was my teacher after all, and he taught me so much, I felt the need to express my condolences at the right time, and the opportunity soon came.

After I memorized all the "Book of Songs", I couldn't help but ask him what was the use of memorizing them, but I didn't understand.

"When I tell you, you'll understand." As he spoke, he picked up the book of the Analects that I was almost torn over, and began to tell me the meaning of the phrase "learn and learn, and not also say", I listened to him talk about these truths without thinking at all to understand, Confucius was actually not a powerful character, I understood everything he said, it was really boring.

Mr. Fang saw my boredom and admonished: "Although everyone understands the words, only when they can really do it can they be called benevolence." ”

"So, if you can't do this, you're not human?" If you want to say that, how many people can there be in this world? What are the other animals? Confucius also did not make it clear.

Mr. Fang nodded, put down the book, and said, "That's it for today, and it will continue tomorrow." ”

What's going on today? I had only spoken less than ten sentences in total, and after five minutes of thinking about it, I didn't think of any sentence that offended him, and he didn't pay any attention to my doubts, and walked to the front of the hall and stood there without moving, like a gray sculpture. I looked at his back, and I felt very uncomfortable, Master used to have such times, I called it intermittent depression, there was no reason at all, was it just because it was snowing outside? I know that in ancient times, there were many people who liked to moan without disease, could it be that Mr. Cheng Fang was the same as those people?

"Sir, if you keep standing like this, you're going to catch a cold." I stared at him for fifteen minutes, thinking that he was masochistic, and couldn't help but try to persuade him. Even if you encounter something big, don't get along with yourself, after all, life is short, the important thing is to have fun in time.

I could clearly feel his body shake, and he looked back at me with a look that I felt I would never forget for the rest of my life—grief, despair, and resentment. I suddenly felt that the small knife that shot out of his eyes pierced thousands of holes all over my body, and the person who pierced me was so uncomfortable that I died. Damn, I've known him for so long, I've never seen him have such a dark belly. He seemed to realize that the person standing opposite him was me, the little dark eyes flashed, and then returned to the usual deep and peaceful, square face and long hair, calm as water - Lao Tzu usually looked at this respect, but he was deceived by him, and thought he was a master of the world, it turned out to be the same, speaking the "Analects" is the Tao, if he can really be like Confucius, how many people in this world can enter his eyes? How could he be so hateful to someone who could be called a "human" by the Confucian sage?

Judging from my experience of reading countless people, this is definitely a person with a story.

Seeing that I hadn't left yet, this person with a story said in a calm voice: "Thank you for your concern." ”

Damn, where is the slightest hint of thanking me in the words? Forget it, for the sake of his bad mood, I don't bother to meet him in general. I arched my hand in the posture I had learned, bowed and said, "The student is leaving." Seeing him wave his hand, I couldn't wait to run out of the ink storage hall.

Thinking of me as a curious baby, since I have discovered Mr. Fang's secret, I must find a way to figure it out, otherwise I will not be me? The first person I thought of was, of course, Rong'er who served me in my daily life.

She was embroidering next to the charcoal basin...... But it wasn't necessarily embroidery, anyway, I didn't know what I was doing there with the needle and thread, seeing that I hurriedly ran back, he quickly put down the work in his hand, took the cloak I untied, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fang let the son come back so early today?" ”

I waved my hand, shook the snowflakes on my body, drank my saliva indiscriminately, and asked, "Let me ask you, how much do you know about this Mr. Fang, I want to know everything." Let's talk about what I know first, he is a famous scholar in Jiangdong, and he was invited by my father to be a teacher, and you can talk about the rest. ”

Rong'er reminded: "Childe has lost the rules again. ”

As an eight-year-old child, I was reminded to look like a son all day long, and I was annoyed to death, and I couldn't bother with her, because her reminder made me suffer a lot less from Mr. Fang. I was afraid that she wouldn't tell me if she saw that I had no rules, so I dressed up and sat beside the charcoal basin in a proper manner, pulled her arm, and said, "Sister Rong, tell me." ”

Rong'er looked at the charcoal basin and said, "I heard Mrs. say that Mr. Fang is a famous person in Jiangdong." More than ten years ago, he wrote in Jiangdong with a literary name, and then Jiangdong suffered from a military disaster, or what happened to him, so he went to the north, and his wife didn't say it, and the slave and maid didn't know. ”

I see! Although Rong'er only said one point, according to my infinite associative ability, I have already drawn the ins and outs of the matter - it must be the story of a talented and beautiful woman, it is almost the New Year, Mr. Fang must be thinking about his girlfriend, it must be like this, hahahaha, I am simply a genius!

Rong'er knew that she listened to the woman-mother-my mother, so I would just ask this mother directly. But the thought of talking to her made me nervous.

Why? What a weak heart! First of all, I am not her son, she is so good to me, I am absolutely ashamed of it, and secondly, I have to talk to her according to what is taught in the book, and the rules and regulations must not be messed up at all. I don't know why, even in front of Mr. Fang, sometimes I can't help but speak wildly, or simply ignore any identity, and the lesson I get is to be beaten in the head by the ring ruler. This mother-in-law, with such a good temper, that she neither beats me nor scolds me, but I just don't dare to offend her, and I don't know why.

However, due to curiosity, I put aside any nervousness and other emotions, and ran to her room in three steps and two steps, not caring about the snow and slippery roads, I just wanted to know Mr. Fang's old past, and I was secretly happy in my heart, and my intuition told me that I could do things.

But back to the question just now, the mother has always been too lazy to say half a word about the rights and wrongs of others, and she is not even willing to complain if her son is injured, let alone Fang Bushi, who can't be beaten by eight poles?

As I expected, when I ran to her and told her that her husband was getting worse and worse these days for some reason, she just sighed silently and touched my shoulder, not explaining the reason to me, but her reaction was ...... Apparently he knows the inside story.

I couldn't cry like a child in front of her, and I felt uncomfortable at the thought of upsetting her, so I had to restrain myself, hey, it was really annoying. Why don't you just ask Mr.? …… Damn, idiot! If you don't want to die, don't go.

So what to do? Let me think about it, but when I spent two or three days not thinking of a way to satisfy my curiosity, one afternoon my curiosity was suddenly satisfied. I definitely didn't dare to ask Mr. Fang, but I couldn't stop him from telling me about it.

I don't know how to do it this day, I rely on it, the sun is unprecedented, you must know that it has been snowing in Daxing City for half a month. In order to quickly acquire new skills, I copied the Analects and the Book of Songs every day, and stipulated that if the weather was good, I would write 200 words a day, and if the weather was bad, I would only write 100 words a day. The reason for this rule is because the weather is always bad, and I am obviously not such a peaceful person, it is good to be able to write properly, why are you so demanding of yourself? Lao Tzu has only written 100 words a day for more than half a month, and this is breaking the weather, why is it suddenly sunny.

But one of the most important things to be a man is to talk about it, I used to be like this when I was messing around, and now I have changed my way of messing around, of course, it's still like this. Forget it, just write, isn't it just 200 words? Who's afraid of whom?

The room is actually very warm, my task has been completed for a long time, and the hand holding the pen when I was writing just now has been moving for enough time, and it has already moved freely, and Mr. Fang has not yet appeared. So what can I do? I had to lean back on the chair and flip through the book, to see something fresh, I flipped through the bookcase, pulled out a copy of "Mencius", and took out my spirit of upgrading and fighting monsters, and read "Mencius Meets King Hui of Liang...... Damn, can someone come and tell Lao Tzu what these words mean? Why hasn't Mr. Fang come yet, Lao Tzu has only heard of students skipping class, and teachers skipping work?