This is a short story, the protagonist is an ordinary young man, the plot of the story is very simple, this young man is very obsessed with martial arts because of kung fu fever, and always yearns for himself to become a martial arts master in martial arts, but to be a martial arts master is not to say, you have to find someone to learn kung fu and practice kung fu.

An old man who could do tai chi taught him a few hands, but he was not used to this soft tai chi. The old man told him that if he really couldn't do it, he should learn the sword.

This suggestion is right in his heart, this young man who is obsessed with martial arts is very eager to be a swordsman, but if you want to learn a sword, you must first have a sword, so he went to the sporting goods store and asked if there was any good sword, preferably the kind of sword that sharpens iron like clay.

Unfortunately, the salesman at the sporting goods store told the young people that they were selling ordinary swords, and that there was no such thing as a clay-cut sword in this world.

In desperation, the young man could only spend a few dozen yuan to buy a very ordinary sword back, this sword looked inconspicuous at all, no different from the old man who danced the sword in the park.

The sword was bought, but how can I learn it? Through the introduction of the old man who taught him boxing before, the young man found an old man who often came to the park to practice swords, this old man was not simple at first glance, with white hair and white beard and red face, very much martial arts mastery.

Especially when I saw this old man practicing swords, a sword in the old man's hands like a white practice flying is good-looking, the young man on the side to see the eyes are shining, and after the old man finishes practicing, he takes three steps and two steps forward to kowtow to the teacher, the old man refused to accept the young man at first, but the young man has to apprentice to the teacher, and the attitude is very sincere, the old man helplessly thought about it and expressed his willingness to teach him a few tricks, but to what extent he can practice depends on the talent of the young man.

Who would have thought that young people are quite talented in this area, and with great care, it took a month for young people to learn everything.

At this time, the old man told the young man that the moves are just the form, in fact, it is not important, and the next thing is to practice on his own, and then it will be water grinding kung fu, and it depends on himself to what extent he can practice.

At this time, the young man asked the old man a question, and this question was about the sword. After listening to the young man's question, the old man immediately laughed and said to the young man: "As long as you have a sword in your heart, this sword is a good sword, why pursue the sword itself?" After saying this, the old man walked away, and the young man never saw the old man again.

The young man has not figured out what the old man left him to say, but from this day, the young man began to practice the sword every day according to what the old man said, this practice is rain or shine, several years have passed, as time goes by, the young man's swordsmanship has made great progress, and the more he practiced, the more he felt that he and the sword in his hand gradually fused together, and when dancing the sword, it seemed that there was a feeling of unity between man and sword.

Once when he was practicing swords, when the practice was rising, the young man suddenly let out a long roar, and with a reluctant move with the long sword in his hand, the sword in his hand slashed towards an iron railing not far in front of him.

When the sword collided with the iron railing, the young man suddenly realized that he was just an ordinary sword in his hand, but it was too late to stop at this time, and he only heard a soft jingling sound, and the blade had already cut through the iron railing as thick as a child's arm.

Immediately stopped, the young man hurriedly withdrew the sword and took a closer look, but he didn't find the slightest damage on the sword, and this sword, which originally looked inconspicuous, now faintly seemed to have a layer of streamer shining on the sword body. And when I looked at the iron railing again, it was directly cut in two by his sword just now, and the top one flew out far away, and the fracture was smooth and abnormal, which made the young man simply stunned.

The young man stood still for a long time, as if he wanted to test again that what had just happened was not false, he took a few deep breaths again, raised his sword and swung it towards the other half of the iron railing, the same sound passed, and the other half of the iron railing was easily cut in two by him, and the sword in his hand was still undamaged.

Suddenly, the words of the old man when he left flashed in the young man's heart, and at this moment he finally understood the true meaning of the old man's words.

The old man is right, there is no sword in this world, the real sword is in your own heart, when you have enough faith in your heart, then the ordinary sword in your hand will become a sword that sharpens iron like clay, this is the true meaning of using a sword!

This article is not long, only less than 10,000 words, and Song Yuanchao quickly finished reading it.

After reading this, Song Chaoyuan's mind actually flashed the picture of the young man swinging his sword and cutting the iron railing.

As Luo Yang said, this is indeed a very interesting article, and although it is talking about a sword, it is actually not a sword. The real meaning is philosophy, a kind of wisdom in life.

At the same time, Song Yuanchao vaguely saw the shadow of "The Oil Seller" from this article, and the words said by the oil seller sounded in his ears: "There is no other...... Only the hand is familiar with ....... ”

"Kind of interesting...... Song Yuanchao closed the magazine, this plot seems a little ridiculous, but after careful consideration, there is an indescribable taste, no wonder Luo Yang accidentally saw this article and had such a thought.

But after all, a movie is a movie, and these are two completely different concepts.

It's more vivid, but the way the movie expresses itself is different, if you make this into a movie, the plot is really thin, and it is difficult to express the artistic conception in many aspects.

Song Chaoyuan frankly told Luo Yang his opinion, Luo Yang nodded after hearing it, and said that he also thought of this, but he didn't know what was going on, he had a strong idea in his heart after reading this article and wanted to shoot it, maybe it was the artistic conception in it that made Luo Yang feel the same way, or maybe it was other reasons.

"If you want to shoot it, you can shoot it, anyway, the plot is very simple, and it won't cost much if you make it into a movie. But I suggest you think about the script carefully, find Wang Shuo and polish it, or listen to their opinions? ”

"Makes sense!" Luo Yang thought for a while and nodded, took the magazine from Song Yuanchao's hand and got up: "Okay, I'll go first." ”

"Gone? Don't stay for dinner before leaving? Song Chaoyuan wondered and asked, wouldn't this guy come here to show him this?

"If I don't eat it, I have to go back to Yanjing tomorrow, Xiaoyun is still waiting at home." Luo Yang waved his hand and said, flicked his arms and left, sending Luo Yang away, Song Yuanchao shook his head with tears and laughter, returned to the living room and sat down, lit a cigarette and smoked, I don't know what was going on, and the picture of the film that Luo Yang asked him to watch just now suddenly flashed in his mind.

Maybe it was because he was tired, unconsciously Song Yuanchao fell asleep while lying on the sofa, and in his sleep, he had a strange dream, in which he seemed to be the young man in the article, dancing with a long sword in his hand. In a blink of an eye, he returned to his previous life, busy working in the company, and familiar but unnamed faces kept shaking in front of him, dazzling him.

I don't know how long it took, Song Yuanchao vaguely heard someone calling his name again, this voice seemed to be in his ears, but it seemed so far away.

"Aid Korea! Aid Korea! ”

The voice became clearer and clearer, Song Yuanchao suddenly woke up from his dream, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Lin Yan was looking at him with concern.

"You're back?" As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Yuanchao suddenly found that his voice was a little hoarse, he wanted to sit up, but he felt some weakness in his hands and feet, his body fell back as soon as he lifted half of it, and his head was also dizzy.

"Oh, why is your forehead so hot? Is it a fever? Lin Yan touched Song Yuanchao's forehead, and quickly went to find a thermometer to measure Song Yuanchao, Song Yuanchao did not refuse, took the thermometer and put it in his mouth, he also felt that something was wrong with his body, as if he was really sick.

A few minutes later, Lin Yan was shocked when she saw Song Yuanchao's body temperature, Song Yuanchao actually burned to 39.5 degrees, no wonder it was so hot, and his face was not normal.

This is okay, Lin Yan hurriedly asked the maid at home to help, and helped Song Chaoyuan into the car together, and the child was taken by the maid at home, and Lin Yan drove to the nearest central hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, I hung up the emergency department, and took my temperature again, and the doctor checked Song Yuanchao after looking at the body temperature, and asked Lin Yan for the sake of insurance.

After hanging up the water, Song Yuanchao only felt very tired, and fell asleep again in a drowsy state. When he went to sleep, Luo Yang and Li Xiaoyun, who learned the news, as well as Luo Lin, Zhang Jianguo and others rushed over to visit Song Yuanchao.

"What's wrong? Wouldn't it be nice to see you in the afternoon? Why did you get sick all of a sudden? Seeing Song Yuanchao lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, Luo Yang couldn't help but ask Lin Yan what was going on.

Lin Yan shook his head, Song Yuanchao is really busy these days, and because of the problems of various companies, Song Yuanyuan has been running around in Shanghai, Jinling, Yanjing, Pengcheng and even Xiangjiang in the past few months, coupled with the climate difference between the north and the south and the fact that spring is the season when it is easy to catch a cold, it is inevitable that Song Yuanchao will get sick under exhaustion.

Speaking of which, Song Yuanchao's health has always been very good, and he has rarely had a small cold for so many years, and this time it is the first time that he suddenly has such a strong fever and is so fierce.

"The doctor said it's nothing, it's just a bit of a severe cold and fever, and he hasn't rested well these days, plus the seasons change, it should be caused by poor resistance." Lin Yan was afraid that everyone would be worried, so she specially explained, and everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts after hearing it, and comforted Lin Yan a few words.

Illness comes like a mountain, and this sentence is not bad at all.

Song Yuanchao was sick this time and lay in the ward for a few days, in fact, his high fever subsided the next morning, but his whole body was weak, who thought that his body temperature would fluctuate again in the afternoon, and then he continued to take medicine, his face was ugly for a few days, and he looked even weaker when he spoke.

After two more days, the Song Dynasty slowly returned to normal. Originally, Luo Yang was going to Yanjing the next day, but later changed the time, and waited until the doctor said that Song Yuanchao was completely fine, and then he left with confidence.

Li Daqi and Qin Zhengguo arrived the next day, when they came, Song Yuanchao had already recovered his senses, seeing them coming, Song Yuanchao was moved, but he complained that they were making a fuss, didn't he just have a fever? Isn't it a serious illness, is it?