"Really?" Hearing Jin Lei and Ruan Lina say this, I became more and more interested in this old story that I heard by chance.

"Hegel said that existence is reasonable, and since this matter has been encountered by me, it means that in the dark, what is God implying to him? Could it be ......" I pondered in my heart, "Originally, what we were looking for was Jitai Zhenren, who knew that this Jitai Zhenren has gone through three generations, and has experienced a lot of stories over the years, and now the focus is that around the whereabouts of Pangu Xin, I am afraid that something has happened between the two generations of Jitai Zhenren, which should be an important clue to find Pangu Xin." ”

Being is rational is the theory of objective idealism, which means that the original principle of the universe is the absolute spirit (reason), which has everything in itself, and then externalizes the natural world, human society, spiritual science, and finally returns to itself at a higher level. Therefore, whatever is on this trajectory is reasonable (shorthand for "rational"), that is, what is inevitable and realistic. From the preface to Hegel's Principles of the Philosophy of Law.

Jin Lei and Ruan Lina continued to recall: "However, this matter was not included in the clues in the previous investigation, which shows that the two things should not have much to do with each other. ”

I shook my head and said, "You didn't pay attention to this case at the beginning, it doesn't mean that the relationship between the two is not big, it may be that the hidden clues are relatively deep, and you haven't dug it yet." ”

"But ......"

"Okay, let's listen to the fourth uncle first."

Jin Lei and Ruan Lina had no choice but to give up and listen to the fourth uncle continue to speak.

Although this matter was suppressed, the old man could not forget this matter for a long time, until the four of us stepped on the train back to our hometown, he and I were gnawing on the cumin chicken skeleton, but we heard someone on the train shouting: Cha egg cold noodle mineral water grilled fish fillet...... This shout was made in one go, and it was so majestic that there was no flaw in it. After listening to this, the old man put down the half-gnawed chicken skeleton in his hand and said to the selling woman: How did you sell this grilled fish fillet. The woman who slanted her eyes and said, "Five pieces of money, no bargaining." The old man sighed and said: Look at the color of your grilled fish fillet, it is a little expensive. The woman who was selling gave a blank look at the old man with a mouth full of chili peppers, and pushed the cart to the next carriage. Xuanqing fell asleep in his seat, because he didn't buy a sleeper, so he was very sleepy after a bumpy night. But the old man couldn't sleep, as if he was thinking about something, and I didn't ask more. And the reason I couldn't sleep was because I wanted to see the scenery along the way, watch the train pass through the cave, cross the river, and climb up the hill. Think about how small life is, all living beings are like railroad tracks that have been crushed by wheels, and when they pass, they will pass, and maybe a casual collision will make life disappear into the vast earth. The dead buried in the loess are also complaining about something. ”

As he spoke, the fourth uncle became sad, and his eyes unconsciously focused on a certain point in the distance, which may be an existence in the void, or it may be a moment that is difficult to capture in time.

"The train, roaring, the train is about to leave. With the sound of the train on the radio station, the four of us came out of their respective spiritual worlds, Xuanqing may have slept well, stood up from his seat coldly, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, picked up his luggage, and prepared to get off the train, but the saliva on the table was looking at him lonely. We got off the train, went straight to the electric city, bought a Changhong color TV, I looked at this 17-inch new color TV in amazement, and stroked it carefully, for fear that it would disappear in front of me if I couldn't see it at a glance. What I thought in my heart was that when I returned to Tunzi, I would have to show off at the second baby's house. Then, we took the bus for more than five hours along the undulating riverside road and finally arrived in town before dark. ”

"Why did this Xuanqing go back with you?" I wondered.

"After this incident, he was embarrassed to go back, so he could only follow us back, not to mention, he took the money to do things, if he didn't come with him, wouldn't he be able to get the money?"

"That's right." I nodded in disbelief.

"At that time, we were still very poor, not much compared to now, although we were a town, but almost all the shops closed early as soon as it was dark, and there were only a few stray dogs in the streets rummaging through the garbage heaps over and over again what they could eat. There is only one guest house in the town that can live, but because the floating population is small, there are almost no hotels, so it generally does not entertain leaders and does not open. Seeing that the sky was about to get dark, the old man said to us: This day is about to get dark, as soon as the cold wind blows on the surface of the autumn river, it is better to find a place to live, the province is cold. Xuan Qing said tiredly: I think so, let's quickly find a place to live. I haven't had much rest in the past few days. But where the birds don't, there's not even a hotel, and you want your brother to sleep on the street! Could it be that you have relatives here? The old man replied: When my mother died, she left a shop to me, and we will stay there for one night tonight, just to pay respects to her old man. In this way, four people, carrying a large bag and a small wrap, as well as the brand-new color TV, drove into a remote old house on the edge of the town, I looked at the house carefully through the low courtyard wall, only to see that the cobwebs had been hung all over the eaves, the glass on the window was broken a lot, and there were black holes inside, but it did not make people feel uncomfortable, but it seemed to have a sense of intimacy at home. Xuan Qing walked closer and said with a smile: "Tsk, tsk, although the house is not good, but the person who built the house is really discerning, and the house is built on the peaceful eye in this town, which can ensure the stability of his own house, and also make the town free of water and fire." The old man sighed and pushed open the rusty iron door, and found the key to the door in a small jar next to the door. ”

"Entered the room, turned on the light, there was only a small counter in the hall, on which were placed some incense candles, and some bottles and cans that I had never seen, the four of them slowly walked into the inner room, there was only a kang and a few bedding beds in the room, and a wooden box with a big lock, and a spiritual position in front of it, which was the wife of the old man - Lin Hanqiu."

"Lin Hanqiu?" When Jin Lei heard this name, she couldn't help but tremble in her heart and asked, "This Lin Hanqiu is the mother of Jitai Zhenren?" ”

"What's wrong?" The fourth uncle looked at Jin Lei in surprise, stunned, and then nodded vigorously.

I was also puzzled, looked at Jin Lei, and asked, "What, do you know this Lin Hanqiu?" ”

"How can I know each other, but we are very familiar with this Lin Hanqiu."

"Familiar?"

"Yes, this Lin Hanqiu is the daughter of Lin Jia, a famous painter in the late Qing Dynasty."

"What's wrong with that? Could it be that you are interested in drawing? "I'm still in the clouds.

"No, Lin Jia is a famous lady painter!"

As soon as Jin Lei said this, I paused, "I see! ”

Lin Jia (1874-1939), known as Xianfu and Ruiting, was a native of Zhao'an, Fujian. A famous painter in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, he was good at painting people, flowers and birds. Lin Jia was born in a poor fisherman's family, worked as an apprentice to make silverware, and taught himself to paint in his spare time, mainly painting ladies; When he was young, he studied under Ma Zhaolin, a famous painter of the Zhao'an School, and changed his paintings to landscapes, people, birds, beasts, fish and insects; In the middle of the Qing Dynasty, Guangxu traveled east to Taiwan, traveled to Taiwan in the way of "teaching painting and cultivating painting", and made friends with sages and scholars; In 1904, the middle-aged Lin Jia brought his young son to Xiamen, and was invited by Mr. Lin Erjia to open the "Dongshan Ruiting Studio" in Shuzhuang Garden, Gulangyu, Xiamen; In his later years, he returned to Dongshan (Zhao'an County, Zhangzhou Prefecture) and died soon after at the age of 66.

Lin Jia's painting path is very wide, and the techniques are comprehensive, whether it is heavy brushwork, thick ink freehand, or flowers, birds, figures, and landscapes. His white drawing figure technique is to worship Chen Laolian and Ren Bonian, and he paints silver hooks with iron, and his brushwork is vigorous and accurate. The technique of boneless flower and bird painting was deeply influenced by his teacher Ma Zhaolin, and in the later period, it was integrated into the style of the Shanghai School and the Lingnan School. His life's works have won people's praise, and Liu Tong, the governor of Fujian Province during the Republic of China, praised his paintings for "capturing and creating the end of the brush, and revealing the poor state of matter". His works sell well in Southeast Asian countries, in addition to the Xiamen Museum collection of fine brushwork and color flowers and birds four screens, there is also a collection of Quanzhou Kaiyuan Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion "Arhat Map". In addition to painting, he is also good at composing poems, and his poems are elegant in style, and he is the author of "Dongshan Collection".

"It seems that your master's painting skills were learned from Lin Hanqiu."

The fourth uncle did not say anything, and continued: "The house has obviously not been here for a long time, and it is covered with a thick layer of dust. Lao Zhenren respectfully walked to Lin Hanqiu's spiritual seat, bowed deeply, lit three more incense sticks, fell to his knees on the ground, and kowtowed three times. While knocking, he muttered: Mother, my son is not filial. When he was worshipping, Xuanqing laid out the futon, fell asleep on the kang. After the old man worshipped, he told me to go to bed early, and he also fell asleep. I was tired but not sleepy, watching the strange things in the hall. Especially the small wooden swords hanging behind the counter, I really want to take them down and play with them. In the symphony of snoring of the old man, I stood on tiptoe to reach the delicate wooden sword, but just as I was about to touch the hilt, the electric light in the hall flashed twice and went out. In an instant, the surroundings fell into darkness, I thought that there was no one living for a long time, and the wires were aging, so I wanted to grope my way back to sleep, but as soon as the lights went out, I couldn't see anything, so I could only rely on the feeling when I came to slowly move with my hands on the wall. As I walked, I heard a crisp sound of 'boom', and I knew that I must have broken something in the dark. I looked back, only to see a shiny book on the ground, scattered around some porcelain fragments, I walked closer and picked up the glowing book, blowing the porcelain scraps on it, it was not a treasure book, but the surface of the book was coated with a layer of phosphor powder, and when I blew it, it was no different from ordinary books, and I felt bored. ”