Cheng Ziyang's earliest punishment for his son was to raise his voice. At that time, the villain king was not yet two years old. When he realized that his dad was not talking, but shouting, he understood that he was in a disadvantageous position. So, his frightened eyes widened, and he carefully observed his father's further behavior.

When he was over two years old, his father's shouting gradually lost its effect. At best, he was startled, and then nothing happened. He began to increase the penalty chips and carried him into the bathroom. The smallness scared him, he would cry in the bathroom, and then he would keep admitting his mistakes. This punishment didn't last long, and he got used to the environment of the bathroom. He no longer cried, but sang in it. He worked hard to convey this signal to Cheng Ziyang that he was happy here.

Next, Cheng Ziyang could only carry him outside the house. When the door was slammed shut, he found that the space he was facing was not too small, but too large, and he reawakened his horror. He reacted like he had when he first entered the bathroom, crying. However, as he was carried outside the house more often, his cries disappeared. He learned how to sit quietly on the stairs, which made his father panic.

The child's silence made Cheng Ziyang start to worry that something would happen to him. So, the father can only stop his punishment immediately and open the door to ask his son to come back.

When the villain king approached the age of 4, he knew to resist. On a few occasions, Cheng Ziyang had just carried him out of the door, and after he got off the ground, he ran back into the house at an unbelievable speed and closed the door. He locked his father out of the house.

When he was 5 years old, the father's punishment of his son was exhausted, so he could only start the most primitive procedure and beat people. As a result, when realizing that Dad might have to punish himself, he walked around the room like a little scoundrel and shouted, "Daddy, I'm waiting for you to beat me!"

As a result, Cheng Ziyang finally noticed his son's methods of dealing with him, much like his father when he was a child. The son is constantly learning how to deal with his father more effectively, which makes him feel more and more helpless; Let Dad realize that his victory is actually short-lived, and defeat is lasting; The process of the son's disintegration of his father's punishment is actually dismantling the father's authority.

This made Cheng Ziyang feel that life is a war, even between father and son. When the son grows up, the battle between father and son will be able to end. However, another war will begin. The son who becomes a father will taste the constant failure of being a father, and it will be a long failure.

Despite this, Cheng Ziyang is still willing. Just like at this time, the competition between the father and son for Ning Xiao forced Ning Xiao to flee the battlefield and go to the kitchen to prepare dinner for their father and son.

"Any idea what this is?" After the truce, Cheng Ziyang took the initiative to reconcile with his son. His hands were stained with the black dust from the railing of the balcony.

"Dust!" The villain king also went down the steps given by his father.

"Which one?" Cheng Zi waved his hand, and a gust of wind suddenly came, making the flowers and plants on the veranda tremble.

"Wind!" The villain Wang showed a puzzled expression, not knowing what Dad was selling in the gourd this time.

"Want to know the story between them?" Cheng Ziyang showed his hole cards.

"Yes!" The villain's eyes flashed, and he answered crisply and neatly.

So, Cheng Ziyang told the story.

Since Pangu opened the world, wind and dust have been an inseparable pair of good brothers. Since childhood, they have played together, talked about life, talked about ideals, and talked about everything. The wind told many stories to the dust: lying on the salary and tasting the gall, strange goods can live, Zhou Gong spit and feed, chasing the deer in the Central Plains, and perverse ...... After hearing this, he suddenly opened up and understood many life philosophies.

One day, the wind said to the dust, "Spring is coming, and I will touch all things, and I will leave you for a while." You should also fly independently, even if you encounter a thousand difficulties, you must overcome them, because I don't want you to rely on my strength for the rest of your life. Don't forget that 'a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step', and take the first step bravely! ”

Encouraged by the wind, Dust began to try his first steps. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fly, and he fell and bruised all over his body.

At this moment, he is complaining and parting with sorrow mixed together, like a five-flavor wine, difficult to swallow, it is "tears with the flow of water, sorrow chasing the wild clouds". However, Dust looked at the back of the wind and had no other choice but to wipe away his tears and stand up again and continue his dream.

Day after day, year after year, the wind caresses all things in the spring, cools humans in the summer, rings the bell for the leaves in the fall, and dresses the earth in the winter. However, the dust is not bad: from the difficulty of standing to learning to walk and fly; Starting from the mountains to the world, the colorful world made him linger. Since then, he has been even more

Fulfillment and self-confidence.

Things change, time flies, and many years later, in the spring, they suddenly met. Dust found that the wind was more mature, not only blowing a breeze, but also blowing gusts, strong winds, and hurricanes, and all the time did not do its best for human beings, and the sound of the wind also blew into Dust's heart.

The wind found that the dust was more majestic, no longer a small, uncared for, lingering dust, but an angular and dazzling dust king, which would be remembered for centuries wherever it went.

Maybe it was the words that Dust had been brewing for too long and wanted to talk to the wind, or maybe it was inexplicable melancholy, or maybe it was some other reason for being unclear, Dust mustered up the courage to plead to the wind: "Please stay by my side for a while!" Just like when I was a child, you were my navigator and you blew me to run, so that I could run faster and farther. ”

Feng responded with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry, you and I have full wings, you don't need to support each other, you will gain more by soaring alone, and don't forget that 'there is no beginning, there is an end'." After saying that, the wind turned and ran away without a trace.

At this time, it suddenly dawned on him: it turns out that you don't belong to me, and I don't belong to you, because you are shouldering your own mission, and the so-called "wind and cattle and horses are not related"......

The wind and the dust each dedicate their strength to the universe non-stop, just like "the forest has no quiet trees, and the river has no stop flowing", shining brightly, bringing laughter and laughter to the entire human world.

"Dad, what do you mean by telling this story?" The villain king thought for a while, and then asked.

"Look," Cheng Ziyang pointed to Ning Xiao, who was busy in the kitchen, and whispered. "Your mom is always busy, and it's rare to have free time to spend so much time at home. You and her, just like the dust, will have to go our separate ways one day. You might as well give her up to me now. That way, I'll do it to you. Maybe one day I will make you the king of people in advance. ”

"No, Dad." The villain king waved his hand decisively to show his refusal. "I think I'm a big fan of wind."

How refreshing is it to be bathed in the spring breeze? "Wet clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, blowing the face is not cold willow wind", the spring wind is warm. The spring cold is still in the precipice, and the spring breeze has brought vitality. This wind blew the flowers all over the land, blew the trees all over the street, and blew the hearts of people. As a result, people are drunk in this slightly drunken wind, and they forget all the humiliation.

The wind of spring, the most meaningful. "Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows" is the wind of hope, "suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms" is the wind of vitality, "the spring breeze and the south bank of the green river" is the wind of the miracle of creation, and "I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors", it is the wind of ingenuity. As for the wind of "spring breeze and horseshoe disease", it is a happy portrayal of youth, youthful spirit, and heavenly favors.

The summer evening is cool, and it's not a lot of fun. Under the scorching sun, you can't appreciate the wind, you have to watch the "bright moon and other branches to frighten the magpies" on the summer night, and listen to the "cicadas in the middle of the night", so that you can feel the special interest of the summer breeze in the poetry. However, if it is sunny after the rain, the wind in the lotus pond area is also gratifying: "the green lotus wind moves the dew drops", "the lotus deep water is wide, and the rain is fragrant" - the summer breeze at this time blows the lotus fragrance and refreshes people's hearts. Light rain, mountains and forests, at this time, people can forget the hustle and bustle, abandon the prosperity, "green hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle do not need to return", but also a different kind of life.

In autumn, the wind is different. The autumn is high and refreshing, and people are no longer slightly drunk, but intoxicated - "the long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can be drunk on this high-rise building". But the autumn wind gives people more gloom and sorrow. "The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, the grass and trees fall yellow and the geese return to the south" is only a copy of the autumn scene, but it already has a sad meaning, to the "autumn sound of trees and trees, the cold color of the mountains and mountains", the autumn wind has blown away the greenery, and the world is killed. Reading "Boundless Falling Trees and Xiao Xiao, Endless Yangtze River Rolling", I can't help but feel sad, and I add a lot of sighs and sighs in my heart.

"The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August", and the winter outside the plug came early. Even if it is Yuhang in the south of the Yangtze River, it will also be "Jiangcheng Mountain Temple in November, and the north wind blows sand and snow one after another". The winter wind, often accompanied by snow, always makes people feel cold. "The north wind is as sharp as a sword, and the cloth does not cover the body", for the poor in the cold, the north wind is a symbol of suffering. And "the snow turns down the sand, the cold wind and the drums of war", recruiting soldiers and people, the howling wind has become a clarion call to kill the enemy again. But in the calm mountain village, "Chaimen hears the dog barking, and the wind and snow return to the people at night", even if it is a cold wind and snow, it also hinders the warmth of the family.

The poems of the predecessors are inexhaustible about the "wind" scene at four o'clock. And my love style is probably not only because of the "infinite scenery" of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Of course, I love the graceful Jiangnan of "the willow bank and the wind and the waning moon", but I also love the grassland of "the sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep". "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying" makes me feel proud in my chest, and "the wind is sluggish and the water is cold" also makes me feel tragic and inexplicable, and Su Dongpo's "I want to go back by the wind, and I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is not cold", which guided me to a transcendent and free life.

The wind will also be romantic and gentle, and the wind can also be heroic and majestic. That's why I love the wind, and I love how much it blows.

"With the strength of the good wind, send me to the clouds." When I came to Mingyang, I was connected with the wind. I hope that the people of Mingyang who chase the wind, the wind that becomes the desert, the wind on the sea, and the wind that contains everything hidden in the earth, I hope that "there will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea"!

"You-" Listening to his son say one thing after another, Cheng Ziyang was a little angry.

"Alas!" Seeing the way their father and son were arguing, Ning Xiao had to shake his head.