Yang Gao's incident once caused me to have a discussion with my younger brother Xiaomo, and he already knew the truth at that time.

I said, everyone is speculating whether Yang Gao is dead, and he may not be able to find a place to survive in that familiar world.

But Xiaomo has a different view, he thinks that Yang Gao's life has only really begun.

"He has been running away since he was twelve years old, and now he is just being struck mercilessly by fate, like a billiard ball, back to the starting point of escape, without this blow, there will be the next blow, any slightly larger blow in his life, will cause the same result." Xiaomo said, "But this also shows that he is really sober." ”

"Escape?" I'm a little confused, Murong Xuan Chapter 10 "What did he escape?" ”

"Escape who you are." Xiaomo said lightly, "I thought I had become a complete foreigner, with a foreign nationality and a foreign name...... Can you stop caring who he is? He really thought his name was Eri. Ke Owen was born in 1998 in California, USA? ”

I didn't speak, and I vaguely felt that Xiaomo's tone was a bit harsh.

He himself seemed to have noticed this, and after a moment of silence, Xiaomo said: "This is no way, sister, he is not an Eric at all, it is fake, those superficial things can only deceive outsiders, he knows in his heart who he is." He was Yang Gao, the king of Zhao, the last prince of the Sui Empire. As the youngest son of Emperor Yang of Sui, he survived the changes in Jiangdu, and this is his starting point. He can't escape, that's his true roots. Even if he escapes by luck in this life, and has children and lives peacefully until old age and death, his children will take over the baton. ”

"Relay run?" I laughed.

"Almost." He nodded, but didn't smile, "We were born at the starting line, and we are all the ones who have to take the baton." ”

I thought about the tenth chapter of Murong Xuan, and asked, "What do you think?" After understanding the life experience. ”

Di Ce didn't answer for a long time.

We were sitting in his piano room, and he was tapping the black and white keys with one finger. The piano made a low tinkling sound. Outside the window, it was a cloudy day after the rain, and the wet green leaves were slowly dripping with water.

"My dad said, I can think whatever I want. It doesn't matter if you despise him. The younger brother stared at the keys and suddenly whispered, "The way he speaks really saddens me." ”

"That'...... What do you say? ”

"I said, 'Old man, what are you thinking?' If even your own father should be despised. Am I still human? Xiaomo said, shaking his head, "He underestimated me too much." ”

"My uncle is used to being despised." I said slowly, "He has carried the infamy of the king of the dead country for thousands of years." No matter how high his achievements in the history of literature are. ”

"Well, I don't care about that, actually, it doesn't matter who he is." Xiaomo smiled, "Dad took me as a baby, when I was five years old, there was a fire in the unit building, and on a snowy day, he escaped with his bare feet holding me, and he refused to stop stepping on the broken glass." For my sake, he even risked his life, I couldn't know it better; Although my mother is always said by my uncle to be a stupid big sister, but well, a stupid big sister is as good as a stupid big sister. ”

When he said this, I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, my uncle always held me with one hand and Xiao Mo with the other hand to buy snacks, and Xiaomo and I were so happy at that time!

"Dad is the one who has been painted with many layers of oil paint by others." Xiaomo looked at me, "Uncle is too." ”

He closed the lid, walked to the window, and thought for a while before saying: "Personally, I hope that my father can peel off these oil paints and return to the previous state of 'Li Congjia'." ”

I was slightly stunned.

My brother's words surprised me, "Congjia" is my uncle's most 1 small α

Early name, at that time, he still had a strong eldest brother and brothers, as the sixth son of the lord Li Jing, it was impossible for his uncle to inherit his father's throne. It was history that played a bizarre and absurd joke on him.

"So, what about the future?" I asked, "What about yourself?" ”

"Resign to fate."

I was stunned for a moment: "Resigned to fate? ”

He nodded: "It's hard to fight God, I don't want to do stupid things." ”

"Do you want to pass?" I asked again, "My uncle said last time that he was going to send you abroad, but is he still planning to study music?" ”

"If you don't go abroad, you don't have that plan." Xiaomo shook his head.

It seems that my uncle's wish has come to naught again. I thought about it for a moment and said, "That...... Looking for a job after graduating from university? ”

Xiaomo is very weird, obviously he loves music, but he is studying science, and he has to go to some electrical engineering when he fills in the college entrance examination, and his uncle and aunt are not in a rut with him, and his uncle finally said that it is okay, and it is not bad to have an engineer in the family.

"It's kind of looking for a job." He said, thought for a moment, "I want to run long-distance transportation."

My eyeballs are falling out!

"Don't look at me like that." Xiaomo laughed, "The four pupils have good eyesight, and they are just right to drive." ”

"That's a lot of confusion!" I laughed and scolded him, "Uncle has to be by you!" ”

"No, it won't. Man is not expected by others. No one understands this better than my dad. Xiaomo thought for a while, "I want to run around, and I think long-distance transportation is very suitable for me." ”

I'm speechless.

"Driving a 10-ton heavy-duty truck to the Beijing-Zhuhai Expressway is a very unusual feeling." Xiaomo said slowly, "It's very ...... Heavy, really heavy, gravity presses, think about it, you're trying to control an incomparably heavy thing. ”

"But what about your piano?" I was a little anxious, "I'm going to ruin your hand while driving!" ”

"If that's necessary, that's fine."

I was confused: "Xiaomo, what are you going to do?" I haven't understood you once since I was a kid! ”

Xiaomo laughed: "That's because you can't even understand yourself, of course you can't understand me!" ”

He seemed to be taunting me, and I was a little unhappy.

"It's not just about driving, sister, I think, it's a life that is very suitable for writing poetry." Xiaomo scratched his chin with his fingernails, "I can't seem to settle down, it's very strange, it seems that I don't feel right anywhere, I can't find my place, so I have to be in the middle of change." ”

I can understand how he feels, and as for writing poetry, it's not because my brother knows about my uncle, as far as I know, he has been writing small sentences for a long time.

"Green flowers around the corner, my gas tank. Full. He laughed, "Doesn't it look like a modern poem?" ”

The corners are full of green flowers

My gas tank

"So, want to be a poet? Like my uncle? I asked. In fact, my uncle had stopped writing by now, and he turned to write something else.

"I don't know for sure, I don't know what my life is like.

He said slowly, "Maybe you won't understand until you're thirty or forty years old, or it's still that sentence, resigned to fate." ”

I don't know what my uncle and aunt thought about my brother's decision, they had long since given up planning for my brother's life, because the child had not listened to anyone's arrangements since he was a child.

"We all have to try to find our own life, but in fact it is very difficult for us to find it in the world we have. Sister, in this regard, we, the children of the ancients, work even harder than our parents. Because they have understood their destiny, and we. But I still don't understand. ”

But we had to do it, even if it cost us our lives.

Heinlein once said that the mark of a person's true adulthood is when he finds a goal for which he is willing to die. Regarding my brother's closing remarks, I deeply agree with him.

As I mentioned earlier, the two families I know of are all scarred to varying degrees. In addition to Director Lei's family, there is another. It's Director Ling's family.

I heard the "anecdotes" about Director Ling and his wife from my parents, relatives and friends, and although each mouth said something different, after so many years of getting along and listening to it for so long, I was able to systematically organize the "gossip" I heard and put it into a complete pattern.

It is said that at the beginning, Xiaopeng's father was the object of the "ancient" transformation in which Director Ling participated, although it was not in charge of Director Ling - she had just graduated with a doctorate at the time and worked as an assistant under Director Liang - Director Ling witnessed and participated in the entire transformation process, including the post-operative period, and she was responsible for monitoring the recovery of Xiaopeng's father.

So initially, the relationship between the two people was similar to that of "patient" and "doctor", at the beginning. Xiaopeng's father, Director Guan Ling, is called "Dr. Ling". But after a long time, he made his own assertion and refused to call her "Dr. Ling" instead of calling her "Xiao Juan".

Xiaopeng's father's unauthorized change of words caused the dissatisfaction of Director Ling's fiancé at the time, but Director Ling didn't think there was anything at first, anyway, many people called her "Xiaojuan", the director, and colleagues all called her that.

My dad said that maybe her fiancé had seen the danger early on.

In short, this is the beginning: because of Director Ling's tolerance, that one is even more "inch by inch".

Because it is necessary to adapt smoothly to modern society. Therefore, Director Ling spends a lot of time training Xiaopeng's father every day, and they didn't have a lot of hope at first, they just hoped that he could live a normal life, but as a completely modern person. They could not imagine how difficult it was for the ancients to adapt to modern society.

At the same time, Director Ling is not the only one doing this work, but it is said that she is clearly the most dedicated one, and my mother jokes that this is the nature of women: like raising an ignorant child.

In addition to the nurses, Director Ling was the only woman in the staff at that time.

My dad said that this was a "mistake" made by Director Ling, and this romantic mistake would also shape her long emotional life for the next few decades. Her mistake was to underestimate the enemy.

That is a mistake that modern people who come into contact with the ancients, especially the ancients who have just come over, are generally prone to make. It is easy for modern people to think that the ancients were nothing to be afraid of, because they looked so stupid. "Nothing".

Of course, ancients like my uncle really have nothing to be afraid of, but not every ancient person is Li Yu.

"Even if you don't have to imprison the Yellow Nest in a glass house like the one in "The Silence of the Lambs" where Dr. Lector was imprisoned, at least you have to do a certain level of protection, and the best protection is to try not to approach him."

Dad seemed to be joking when he said that, but I don't think it was a joke.

Director Ling faced Huang Chao, the one who had studied and even passed the imperial examination, sold illicit salt at the risk of being in prison, gathered a million army to rebel, and finally captured Chang'an City.

It's the yellow nest who kills like hemp, takes advantage of the tricks, and has experienced too many human feelings and worlds.

When such a person, after training and basically adapting to modern society, if you still look at him from the perspective of "the ancients were not very good, so there is no danger", then you will suffer a big loss!!