Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Lonely Bird Sings
The old man saw a flame in the young man's eyes, burning fiercely and radiantly.
He has taught this child for ten years, and it is undeniable that among his many protΓ©gΓ©s, none of them can match Xiao Qingyan's talent. This kid almost never forgets that others have to read articles that take many days or even months to understand, but Xiao Qingyan can read and recite them all in one night, as if he was born to know it.
Mr. Kai still remembers the first time he appeared in front of the child when he was five years old, and although he pretended to be afraid, his eyes looked at him as calm as an adult, even with critical scrutiny.
is too quiet, without the enthusiasm that young people should have, this is Mr. Kai's impression of Xiao Qingyan all along.
This also made him very worried all the time, worried that this child would become a person like his grandfather Xiao Kun, conspiring and calculating, in order to fight for power and profit, he could use everything in the world and the people in the world as pawns in his hands, and he was crazy to enjoy the fun of playing with power, but he ignored the flood behind him.
But at this moment, he could finally be sure that under the child's calm and icy lake-like appearance, there was a flame hidden deep in.
The old man's hands under his wide sleeves clasped each other, and he trembled quietly with excitement.
Mr. Kai calmed down and asked, "As you said, the people are at a loss, and they know the hardships but don't know how to change them, so what should they do?" β
In the candlelight, a bright and dazzling smile bloomed on Xiao Qingyan's cold jade-like face.
"It's very simple, enlightening the people and promoting education, just as what you are doing now, sir, is a good solution to this problem."
"Kai Minzhi?"
"Yes, Kai Minzhi! The wise people of the people, the source of wealth and strength, the poor have no rich country, the weak people have no strong country, the chaotic people have no governance, the people are strong and the country is strong, so only so that the people know what it is, know why it is so, and then, the people will think, and choose the country managers who can really be trusted and relied on, and the trustworthy Ming Jun can feed the people back, which is in line with what Buddhism says, plant good causes, get good results, reincarnation, cause and effect are not empty. β
However, the social productive forces are low, the people's food and clothing are still difficult, the state taxes are meager, and the national education is only a castle in the air, which is unrealistic and difficult to maintain, and it is difficult to maintain warmth, let alone hope to improve the moral quality.
This is a rather complex and systematic problem, which requires the entire state apparatus to implement it efficiently and rhythmically, and it may take generations, dozens of generations, to make continuous efforts, and it is not something that she can generalize in a few words.
Xiao Qingyan smiled at Mr. Kai and said: "This matter is as difficult as mountaineering and reclamation, but the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and our generation may not see the final result, but the present people sow seeds, and future generations enjoy the shade. β
Silence in the house.
The old man knelt like a pine, and the young man stood tall and jade.
The old man is like a vast ocean, tolerant and accepting the angry waves set off by the young man with passion, and the young man is grateful for the tolerance and wisdom of the old man.
The shrill sound of boiling water came from the red clay stove outside, and the white waves of boiling water couldn't wait to overflow from the copper kettle and pour it on the red-hot firewood, making a gurgling sound and steaming up a white mist.
The man in black walked up to the stove and picked up the copper kettle.
Mr. Kai said earnestly: "Today's remarks, don't mention them to anyone, unless you meet a real confidant who can be trusted by God, or when no one in the world can hurt you in the slightest, but remember, everything is stable, when you are in a hurry, it will only be self-defeating and bring disaster to the country and the people." β
At this moment, listening to the old man's earnest admonition, Xiao Qingyan couldn't help but burst into tears.
He didn't reproach her for disrespecting the law of etiquette and arrogance, he understood her thoughts, maybe he didn't fully understand, but at least this venerable old man was willing to give her enough tolerance, he just told her in a serious tone, you have to hide your flame for life, don't be killed and harmed, and when you are strong enough, try to slowly show it to the world.
Xiao Qingyan looked at the old man, tears wet her cheeks, but she smiled happily.
The old man reminded her of her grandfather, who was a scholar of Chinese culture and had a large collection of books at home.
Grandpa taught her a lot of knowledge since she was a child, for her young, that knowledge was very boring and obscure, she was occasionally reluctant to learn and listen, and was more willing to learn like her brothers, stealing her grandfather and father's hot martial arts to play.
Whenever her grandfather found out, her grandfather would not blame her, but guided her very kindly, and sometimes frowned and accompanied her to tear down her grandfather's treasure.
Xiao Qingyan lifted the hem of his clothes and bowed his head to Mr. Kai, tears falling to the ground.
"Student, thank you, sir!"
Mr. Kai looked at the young man quietly, even in the posture of kneeling and bowing, the young man's back was still straight, just like his words, upright and straight, and his backbone was calm.
The lonely song of the bird, the loneliness of Top Gun that no one knows, he understands.
His stern and stern countenance softened a little in the candlelight, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a very light arc.
"I have nothing to teach you, the world will be chaotic, the world will rise, study to cultivate talents, the times create heroes, young ambitions, Kunpeng riding the wind, you should go to your way, from now on I will not come to teach you again, this study will be left to you!"
Xiao Qingyan raised his head suddenly and blurted out, "What about you?" β
"I'm just a teacher, so naturally I'm going to continue to follow my teacher's path." Mr. Kai got up and walked in front of her, condescendingly, his skinny hand gently stroked the top of her head, and said, "The road ahead is difficult, you can do it yourself, but there is one thing, if you and I meet again in the future, it will only be strangers, I have never been your teacher, and you have never seen me." β
"Why?" Xiao Qingyan asked subconsciously.
Mr. Kai withdrew his hand and suddenly snorted softly: "I'm afraid of being affected by you!" β
Xiao Qingyan maintained a kneeling posture and looked up at the old man, who seemed to have a rare joke with her.
But Xiao Qingyan couldn't laugh, and the tears that had not been taken back welled up again.
Maybe it's easy to soften when people get old, Mr. Kai looked at her like this, and reached out to wipe away her tears with his fingertips.
"Don't cry," the old man patted Xiao Qingyan's head again, his tone was gentler than any time in the past ten years, he said, "The road you want in your heart is difficult, difficult, I hope you don't forget today's ambition and go long, I ...... will always be watching you from afar. β
Xiao Qingyan asked with tears in her eyes, "Can I hug you?" β
"No, a good husband, a school woman is ......"
The old man's reprimand was not over, but his legs were already tightly hugged by Xiao Qingyan.
The old man frowned, but soon stretched out and said softly, "Go!" β
"Yes!" Xiao Qingyan said in a sullen voice, "Qingyan will definitely live up to your expectations." β