Fu Badai looked at me and said word by word: "In the future, don't come to him again." ”

"What?"

As soon as I heard his words, I subconsciously felt that my mind was hot, as if a fire suddenly ignited from the soles of my feet, and that fire immediately invaded my heart.

Almost subconsciously, I was about to get angry, but as soon as I looked at the old face and the pair of dark eyes that couldn't see any focus, I finally endured it and opened my mouth, but my tone was not very good: "Do you want me, don't come to him again?" ”

"Not bad."

“……”

I gritted my teeth and looked at him, and suddenly sneered: "Mr. Fu, this master is really not easy to do, no matter how big or small, even this little child's personal affairs have to be decided for your students." ”

Fu Badai also smiled, but there was not much warmth in that smile: "Who made him a disciple chosen by the old man himself." ”

My face changed.

Speaking of this, he sighed, his chaotic eyes turned to the somewhat empty place outside the corridor, where the white snow was reflected in his eyes, as if full of cold and clear light, after being silent for a long time, he suddenly said: "Do you remember, when I was old in Xishan, I always wanted to plant sycamores. ”

“……”

I was stunned, I don't know why he suddenly mentioned the incident in Xishan again, shouldn't he tell me about the light cold?

I thought about it for a moment, and just nodded slightly: "Hmm." ”

"The weather in Shu is not good, it is always cold and damp, and the soil in Xishan is not good. The seeds were easily soaked, and the saplings were brought in by someone later. He smiled: "It turned out that it was the flower seedlings that were sent." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to me: "Your father said that in such a place, it is better to plant sycamore than flowers." ”

My face sank slightly.

As soon as some people and things were mentioned, the atmosphere became more and more cold, but Fu Badai still said to himself: "The old decay is not a peach and plum in the world, but he has always planted some flowers and fruits. But there is something that cannot be planted because of the seed, and the second thing is retreated; Yes, it's because others have entrusted them to let the old decay do it......"

I have been listening silently, at this time I seemed to feel something, raised my head, met the chaotic eyes, and the light of Qing Ling Ling Ling inside, he calmly faced me, as if he was also looking at my eyes, and kept seeing the deepest part: "Only he is the one who wants to plant himself." ”

“……”

My throat was a little dry, and I struggled for a while, and then said hoarsely: "So what? ”

"Therefore, the old man doesn't want to watch this good seedling grow halfway through and be pulled up."

My face turned cold, and the indescribable and unventing anger swelled in my chest, and it took a long time before I said a little stiffly: "Then, what are you planning to make this seedling look like?" ”

“……”

"Towering trees, pillars of talent?"

“……”

"How much can a person carry? You, and the emperor, do you really expect him to save the people of the world and millions of people? As I spoke, I suddenly seemed to hear the words that Nangong Lizhu had said to me in Yangzhou Prison, and then looked at my situation today, and couldn't help but sneer, but this time, I laughed at myself.

How much can a person carry?

Fu Badai blinked his eyes and looked at me, and said unhurriedly, "Why can't you?" ”

I frowned, "What?" ”

"In this world, there are indeed many people who will go with the flow and follow the times to do what they should do; But there will always be some people who go against the current, change the times, and do what they want to do. ”

“……”

"There are very few of them, and they are crazy and foolish in the eyes of most people."

“……”

However, that doesn't mean there isn't. Even if they are ridiculed by everyone as crazy and stupid, they will persevere. ”

My voice was already a little shaky: "Do you think he is such a person?" ”

Fu Badai smiled and said: "The old man chose him as a disciple, naturally because he has something that ordinary people don't have. Speaking of this, he seemed to smile: "Otherwise, there are thousands of people in the world, why do you also identify him?" ”

Although he couldn't see it, he seemed to feel it, and my face became more and more ugly.

Without waiting for me to speak, Fu Badai continued: "His foundation is indeed not good, and he learned too late, but Zhuge Kongming was close to standing when he came out of the mountain, and Jiang Ziya was over sixty years old and still doing Weishui fishing, what about later?" Besides, he has a good understanding, and the old man has been teaching and educating people all these years, except for you and-" He paused for a moment, and finally did not say the name: "Except for you, I have rarely met such people. ”

“……”

"It's just that his life is not good."

I froze for a moment, and just about to say something, I heard Fu Badai say again: "At least, in Yangzhou, before you left him, his life was not very good." ”

As soon as I heard this, my face sank: "What do you mean by that?" ”

Fu Badai looked at me calmly: "Don't you still understand?" ”

“……”

"Light, do you know how much strength the old man used to get him to stand up."

I was stunned, what he said was obviously very simple in every word, but together with it, I felt that I didn't understand anything: "What? What stands up? He-"

"Light, like he was alone, he lost his mother, his wife, his daughter, he didn't even want a home, he went on the road alone, what do you think, what kind of mood should he have?"

“……”

I only felt that my heart was pinched hard, and there was an indescribable swelling pain spreading, and even my limbs and five bodies seemed to be unconscious.

What kind of mood should he have?

Why did I never think about it?

All I can remember is that when I saw him again, in the bamboo forest, in the misty morning, he stood in front of me, with cold eyes and a peaceful expression, and said with the calmest and most indifferent expression and tone.

"I suddenly felt that I didn't want to be trapped there, I wanted to go out for a walk, so I just left......"

And so it goes.

He said this, and I believed it, but it was not......

At this time, I seemed to suddenly understand that these words were not as plain as he said.

I still believe in him too much, and it is also because he has undergone earth-shaking changes when he meets again, so calm and powerful, he can strategize above the court, and he can resist strong enemies in the Juma River Valley, so he almost makes me forget jì, he was not Liu Qinghan, but Liu San'er, the most ordinary and ordinary fisherman; He has no knowledge, no support, lost his mother in prison, and my wife also gave him the most painful blow, losing me and my son, and even Queen Yin, who has always been crazy and regards him as dependent, has also lost a trace, and left the place where he relied for survival in that cold and rainy winter. When such a person goes on the road, how lonely is his back, and how desolate is his heart?

It's not so much that he's going to walk around, it's a kind of ego exile.

Because everything is lost, because nothing is cared about.

Thinking of this, I only felt that my eyes were hot for a while, and tears were almost pouring out, and I hurriedly reached out to cover my trembling lips.

Although Fu Badai couldn't see it, he seemed to be able to feel every bit of change around him, he slowly turned his head to me, and sighed softly: "The old man said this, not to make you sad, but to make you understand." ”

I looked up, and there was a haze in front of me: "Understand what?" ”

"Your fate with him may have passed, or it may not have arrived."

“……”

"But, not now."

“……”

"You and him, one heart is in the north, and the other wants to go south, which is the opposite of each other."

Hearing these four words, as if there was an alarm bell ringing heavily in my ears, I only felt that the whole person was stunned, so I turned around and walked out in a daze, just took two steps, and looked back at Fu Badai in a daze: "At the beginning, did you think so?" ”

His calm seemed to crack open.

I continued to look at him: "That's why you gave up?" ”

“……”

This time, it was his turn to be silent, from entering Beijing to now, I have rarely seen him with such a look, perhaps, people can take everything in their own hands, no difference, but there is only one point, which is beyond human control.

After being silent for a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at me: "You tell the old man, what is the feeling?" ”

I was stunned, I didn't expect him to ask me this, but the next moment I smiled coldly: "What is the feeling?" What can be said clearly is not feelings. That's the most irrational thing in a human being. ”

Fu Badai listened, but shook his head gently.

I frowned: "What? ”

"You're wrong."

“……”

"Feelings, half can be very rational."

“……”

I looked at him more and more puzzled, Fu Badai walked over slowly on crutches, and said calmly: "Will you go to a wicked person who kills people and sets fires, rapes/fornicators/kidnappers, and has feelings?" ”

"Of course not!"

"Then, if a person's character is tolerant, kind, upright, selfless, upright, and unyielding, will you definitely have feelings for him?"

I pursed the corners of my mouth lightly: "If the other party is a good person, I will love, then what will I become?" There are thousands of good people in the world, so I have to love it? ”

Fu Badai laughed: "Not bad." That's why the old man said that half of the feelings are very rational, but half of them are irrational. ”

"......" I looked at him.

"Of course, you won't like a person with a bad character, even if he is rich and powerful, and he is gentle and considerate to you, you won't necessarily like him, this is your reason, and it is also the reason that a good relationship should have; However, there are many people with good character in the world, but you will only identify one person, and you will not be emotional about other good people, which is irrational and unclear. ”

I frowned, noncommittal about what he said, but after a long silence, I said slowly, "What do you mean by telling me this?" Are you trying to say that your choice at the beginning was the same as the choice you make now? ”

He smiled indifferently, and those chaotic eyes looked at me with a rare clear light in the red dust: "What the old man said is not himself. ”

“……”

"It's her."

My face froze.

"Lightness, the original thing, was your mother's own choice."