On the last night in Shenyang, Mu Xirong did not go crazy with her colleagues before parting. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info heart is occupied by a fateful word, and I have no intention of looking at the scenery.

The night scene of Shenyang is not as prosperous as Xiamen, but it has the same quiet, Mu Xirong likes to be quiet, but the night at this time makes him feel lonely.

Recalling the encounter a week ago, the picture is as clear as yesterday. If you don't have a chance to see you again, it would be better to let go of all your illusory thoughts at that time and write down her WeChat.

There shouldn't be a chance to say goodbye, regret is a thing that makes people helpless, and life without rehearsals really needs to be grasped immediately.

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However, if he does his best to obey the mandate of heaven, he has not done his best, so how can he listen to the mandate of heaven.

When he was about to follow his inner thoughts and decide to make a final struggle before parting, the temporary task overcame all his willfulness, and it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon when he finished his work. There is also Zhong Hui, who is trying to get his future father-in-law and mother-in-law, and asks him to bring some specialties back, which makes him feel that his fate is over.

Just as this is a dream, it may be better without a follow-up.

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Ginseng, in the past, Liaodong and Silla were not as good as Shangdang, but now Liaodong and JL are precious, followed by Silla;

In addition to ginseng, I don't know what other specialties Shenyang has, so I can only face the ginseng with radish eyes and sigh secretly. He didn't know anything about it, and it was like a pig rushing into the slaughterhouse, and he had nothing to do with it.

Since he was a child, he prides himself on being smart but wants to be a pig, so his mood will naturally not be much better, and he secretly scolded Zhong Hui countless times in his heart. After hesitating for a long time, I reluctantly walked into a shop selling ginseng.

The owner of the shop was an old man with a wrinkled face and gray temples, and he remembered a phrase from an ancient poem that was particularly apt to describe the old man.

The face is dusty, the temples are like frost, even if they meet, they don't know each other.

"Uncle, how much is a pound of radish?" If you have never eaten pork and never seen a pig run, he will say that ginseng is a radish because he wants to see the performance of the old man and decide whether to buy it here.

"Young man, these are not turnips, people nowadays call him ginseng and I like to call it yellow essence, this is not sold by the pound." The old man didn't care if Mu Xirong deliberately teased him, he spoke very slowly, the pronunciation of each byte was very clear, and his voice was hoarse and slightly vicissitudes.

"If you don't sell by the pound, how do you sell it?". Mu Xirong deliberately pretended to be stupid and asked.

"By gram".

"How much is a gram"?

"There are good and bad, dozens or hundreds of good ones, and a few bad ones can also be sold." The old man said unhurriedly.

Seeing that the old man's expression had not changed, he suddenly became interested and said, "I don't know which ones are good and which ones are bad, so it's not up to you to make a price."

"Buying and selling are inherently opposites, someone buys before someone sells, if it doesn't suit your heart, don't buy it." The most annoying thing about doing business is to meet a kind of person who doesn't really want to buy but has to ask the bottom of the day. In the eyes of ordinary people, Mu Shurong is like a stupid person who walked into a cold drink shop and asked if there was milk tea but asked for a cup of coffee, but there was no trace of boredom in the old man's eyes.

"I said it's a radish, it's worth the price of a radish, how can you sell it for the price of ginseng." Mu Si Rong said scoundrelly.

"Whether it is radish or ginseng, its value lies in the person who bought it, and whether you say that it is a radish or ginseng, it cannot reflect its value. ”

"Its value lies in me, not in you". Mu Xirong glanced at the old man's deep eyes, and his whole soul seemed to be about to fall into it.

"You alone can't represent everything, so its value doesn't lie with you." The old man glanced away and said lightly.

"You're arguing with me".

In the past week, Mu Xirong has been in a very bad mood, and his thoughts about her are like water, making it difficult for him to sleep. The peace of mind was gone, and he needed to vent, so he went up.

"I'm in business, to put it bluntly, to make money, to support my family, and of course to live. One of the difficulties in the industry is to put other people's money in your own pocket. I've lived to this age and think that one thing in life is harder than that, and that's putting my thoughts into other people's heads. I don't want to change your opinion, but I want to say what I think, and you can consider this to be a debate."

"In ancient times, there was a debate that a white horse is not a horse, but I want to discuss it with you here, I said that it is a turnip, if you can convince it, I will buy it."

"A white horse is a horse, a black horse is a horse, if you say that a white horse is a black horse, this radish is ginseng. Horses are neither white nor black, and this radish is not ginseng. Look at this full of turnips, but one of them is in your eyes"?

"I have long said that I don't know ginseng, only turnips, and I have seen a lot of turnips, and none of them here are whiter than those I have seen."

"Since there is no turnip you like here, why don't you treat it as ginseng."

"You're not me, how do you know I don't like it".

"I'm not you, of course I don't know what you like, and you don't know how to say it's not ginseng if you don't know ginseng."

"I remember that there is a sentence in Gu Long's novel, girlfriends are not friends, and this is also true. I like to keep everything simple, so in my opinion it's a turnip."

"Whether it's a white horse or a girlfriend, it's concrete and abstract, radish and ginseng are abstract things, how can you mix them up, you can't help but look at things too simply."

"Things in the world are as complicated as they are, such as the human heart. I've been cultivating my mind all these years, and I want to calm my mind in whatever I do. The road is simple, quiet and far-reaching, and I think I have walked farther than the others, and I have walked very well."

"It's hard to keep things simple and peaceful, and it's not easy to be able to have such a state at such a young age. But you are too demanding, human nature is inherently joyful, angry, sad and happy, the more you ignore these complicated emotions, the more you are afraid of these emotions, since you are afraid, how can you really be at peace in your heart."

Mu Xirong thought seriously about the old man's words for a while, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it made sense. He found that his current state was really bad, and his heart was very uneasy, and the previous restlessness had disappeared without a trace.

It is a disease, and if there is a disease, it must be cured.

He believed that the old man could see his illness and cure his illness, so he said, "Please ask the gentleman for advice."

"I heard that there is a sequence, so how can I teach this. Your peace is only the peace within the cognitive range, if you want to be truly complete, you must face up to your emotions, not suppress all emotions with calm, you must know that peace itself is an emotion. My life has gone through four stages, the first stage is that the behavior is controlled by emotions, the second stage is the emotion of ignoring everything, and the third stage is the stage where you are now, suppressing all emotions with one emotion". Speaking of this, the old man seemed to be stuck in memory and was speechless for a long time.

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"What is the fourth stage?" asked Mu Sirong with some urgency.

"The fourth stage is that emotions are emotions, which is a bit like a mysterious and mysterious thing, everything is in line with nature, this is the avenue. Young man, you still have a long way to go in this regard".

"The younger generation has been taught, and I dare to ask Mr. Honorable Name."

With this kind of insight, Mu Xirong didn't think that the old man was an ordinary trader, and his attitude became humble.

"Nobody, not worth mentioning".