Outside the window, the spring thunder is rolling and mighty. The wind is fluttering, and the rain is sluggish.

In the courtyard, the small garden incense path wanders alone, and a spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured.

When Yao Fusheng returned home, he saw his father sitting in the study, silently reciting a passage from Dai Sheng's book "Rites and Fortunes": "The journey of the avenue is also the world's public." Select talents and abilities, and emphasize faith and harmony. Therefore, people do not only kiss their relatives, do not only have sons and sons, so that the old have the end, the strong have use, the young have growth, the widowed, the lonely, the lonely, and the disabled are all supported, and the men have a share, and the women have a home. If you are evil and abandon it to the ground, you don't have to hide it from yourself, and if you are evil about it, you don't have to do it for yourself. It is because of the plot that it is closed but not prosperous, the theft and thieves are not done, and the foreign household is not closed. It is said to be the same. ”

Every time I read this, Yao Wen has a feeling of "hating can't". So he always hopes that his son can be better than the blue.

Yao Fusheng stood upright in front of the door of the study, and waited until his father finished reciting silently before greeting his father.

Yao Wenzhong looked at his son, "pouted", and then asked, "When did you break the mirror?"

Yao Fusheng took a few steps into the house and said, "This afternoon, Mr. Liu asked me some questions, and then the mirror was broken. ”

Yao Wenzhong nodded with satisfaction, and asked jokingly: "Fusheng, the peach and plum do not speak, and the next is its own, what is the explanation of this statement?

Yao Fusheng was suddenly stunned, and then asked, "Father, why did you ask the same question as Mr. Liu?" ”

Yao Wenzhong smiled and said, "Silly boy, my father just heard Mr. Liu's question about you?"

Yao Fusheng suddenly thought of something, and then asked, "Father, today Mr. asked me why my father gave me this name. ”

Yao Wenzhong smiled and said, "Then how did you answer?"

Yao Fusheng said: "I replied to my husband at the time that my father hoped that I could become a sage like Fushenggong. But the father, the child felt that the name seemed to be a bit big. ”

Yao Wenzhong smiled and said: "If you have a big name, as long as your ambition is far enough, your ability is big enough, and your virtue is high enough, it's a good thing." ”

Yao Fusheng said: "Father, why don't I wait for the crown, take a relatively low-key table word, so that it is easy for others to call it, I have thought about the table word, call it Kaifeng, take the meaning of 'Sanyang Kaitai, five grains harvest'." ”

Yao Wenzhong smiled and did not speak, neither nodded nor shook his head, but just took out the book of "Rites and Fortunes" that he had just recited, and said: "This "Datong Chapter" describes the ideal world of the Holy Master, the achievement of the Datong world, the world is peaceful, everyone is harmonious, there is plenty of food and clothing, and they live and work in peace and contentment. Do you yearn for such a world, and are you willing to work hard for it?"

Yao Fusheng said: "Father, Mr. Liu has talked in detail before, the essence of this article is that the world is for the public. Of course, children yearn for such a 'well-off family, a harmonious world', and of course they are willing to work hard for it. ”

Yao Wenzhong said: "Fusheng, in fact, this is setting great ambitions. But you have to remember that it's good to sit and talk about the Tao, but it's even more important to get up and do it, otherwise all the ways of benevolence and righteousness will have no place for the ambition of the bird. ”

Yao Wenzhong paused, and said in an accentuated tone: "Actions speak louder than words. ”

Yao Fusheng said: "The child understands that the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and the wood of hugging begins at the end of the day. ”

Yao Wenzhong nodded, and then asked, "Fusheng, is that enough?"

Yao Fusheng was a little puzzled, with ambition and action, isn't it enough?

Yao Wenzhong looked at his son who was a little dazed and said, "Fusheng, this is far from enough. I'll give you an analogy, set a big ambition, it's like we're going to climb a very high mountain, and taking immediate action is like starting to climb a mountain right away, but during the long climb, if we keep looking up at the scenery at the top of the mountain, thinking about when we can climb to the top, we won't see the trees around us and the spring flowers under our feet, and even if we see it, we won't stop to admire it. However, have you ever thought that what you may have missed is the real meaning of your climbing? ”

Yao Fusheng lowered his head and pondered what his father said.

Yao Wenzhong said softly: "Fusheng, it's okay, think slowly." ”

Then, Yao Wenzhong walked out of the door and said with a hearty smile: "The heroes of the world are actually out of my generation!"

This father and son seem to have always had such a simple conversation, but it is not simple.

Late at night, it is dark outside the window, the small pavilion hides spring, the idle window locks the day, and the alley is infinitely deep and secluded.

Yao Wenzhong came from the study to the third courtyard. In the main house in the courtyard, the lights were still on, and an old figure sat curled up, smoking a dry cigarette.

Yao Wenzhong had just arrived at the door and was about to knock on the door when an old voice came out: "Come in." ”

Yao Wenzhong pushed the door in, bowed to an old man, and said, "Father, what do you think?"

The old man who was smoking put down his pipe, tapped it twice on the soles of his feet, sighed, and said, "What should come will always come." ”

Yao Wenzhong sat down on a small bench next to the table, which was where he had sat when he was a child, Yao Wenzhong poured himself a glass of water, drank two sips slowly, and then said lightly: "Come on, I'll continue." ”

The old man who smoked a cigarette lay on the chair, shook it gently, squinted his eyes, and said, "The liver and sausage are like fire, and the color is like a flower." ”

Yao Wenzhong smiled bitterly, at this time, the old man still teased himself.

The old man didn't pay attention to his son's thoughts, and said: "Chen Munan, the honest monk and Liu Zuozhan are not here, the Dasong Dynasty and the Dajin Dynasty are determined to win, the Shigu Academy's great sacrificial wine Shen Dawei, "the Tao is one foot higher than the world" Wang Zhe, the ancestor of the miscellaneous family, Lu An, the master of the Tianji Pavilion of the Yin and Yang Family, as well as the Jianghu forces such as the Huabang, the White Lotus Sect, and the Manichaeism, are all involved, and the current situation is very delicate. ”

The old man paused slightly and continued, "In the text, what are you going to do?"

Yao Wenzhong put his hands on his knees, slowly closed his eyes, and said softly: "The things that our ancestors have guarded for generations can't just be handed over to others." ”

The old man nodded, "The truth is such a truth, but it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, not to mention the others, just Lu An, that old guy, is the pinnacle of the Seventh Realm Returning to the True Realm." ”

Yao Wenzhong opened his eyes and said calmly: "It's man-made. ”

The old man closed his eyes, this matter wants to ask for everything, but it is not easy. But daring to think and dare to do is a good thing after all.

The old man said softly: "In my life, I have lived for more than 60 years. Only now do I understand a truth, don't worry when you're young, and don't regret when you're old. ”

Yao Wenzhong was stunned for a moment, and then said in shock: "Father, you want to go out of the mountain again?"

The old man smiled: "Life can be more than a hundred years, why not be crazy and young." ”

The old man didn't give Yao Wenzhong a chance to persuade him, and continued: "I have already arranged for someone to send a message to the second child, he has already set off from Qizhou and will be home soon, you can arrange the kitchen to cook something to eat." It's raining, it's dark, and it's not easy to get there. ”

Yao Wenzhong didn't speak, got up and walked out of the old man's room.

The conversation with the father, as well as the conversation with the son, seems to have always been so simple, but it is not simple.

Yao Wenzhong clenched his fists and muttered, "Isn't it true, as if who isn't?"

The next moment, on the night of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, there was another great monk in the world who returned to the true realm of the seventh realm.

A glass of wine from the white snail and a drink with the immortals.

The old man in the house sighed, and the avenue that could have been higher was cut off into a broken road.

The old man couldn't help but sigh, the little boy who was holding his father's hand with one hand and going to the willow branches by the Yuqing River with the other hand finally grew up. The willow branch in the boy's hand was also replaced with the purple electric sword on his waist.

No more willow branches, no more teenagers.

Yao Wenzhong looked at the dark night, kowtowed three times, and turned to leave.

Going home is always a heart-warming word, and it is also a soul-stirring action. The return of the second child adds life to the quiet night.

More than ten years ago, Mr. Zhang once joked that the dragon gave birth to two sons, each of which was different. The eldest Yao Wenzhong is cowardly in the nest and horizontal outside, and the second Yao Wenhua is horizontal in the nest and cowardly outside.

The people had already prepared a table of good dishes, and warmed a pot of aged Langyutai, and the old man and Yao Wenzhong sat on the round table with Yao Wenhua.

The old man took a puff of dry tobacco and said, "Second brother, it's good to rush you back." ”

Yao Wenhua picked up a glass of wine, saluted the old man and Yao Wenzhong, and then drank it all, and said in a low voice: "Dad, big brother, I was sorry before." ”

The old man took another puff of dry tobacco and said softly: "How can you be a son and say sorry to your father, you don't need it." ”

Yao Wenzhong grinned, diverted the topic, and said, "Second brother, you talk about the situation outside." ”

Yao Wenhua said: "Yan Zonghan has arrived in Qizhou. Now there are two generals in Qizhou City, Fang Moyan and Han Qixian, so that there are three marshals of the six sects and nine generals of the Dajin Dynasty. And I heard that the palace of the Dajin Dynasty directly sent all the people over, and it seems that the Dajin Dynasty is determined to win. ”

Yao Wenzhong said: "What the second brother said is true. The Dajin Dynasty has a profound heritage, and over the years, I heard that they have established an organization called the Du Fan Division, which is specifically responsible for gathering people from the three religions and hundreds of schools. I think there will definitely be more than that. ”

The old man spat out a mouthful of spit and sneered: "Fuck your mother's Dajin Dynasty!"

Yao Wenhua continued: "Dad, here in the Da Song Dynasty, a group of five people were sent over on the surface, and they pretended to send a generation gang to Wanyan Zonghan, and secretly they should have sent a group of people, but the specific situation is unknown. ”

Yao Wenzhong said: "Recently, a lot of people have come to the town, and I will tell you one by one when I go back." ”

Yao Wenhua asked, "Dad, big brother, what do the other two mean?"

Yao Wenzhong said: "My father is talking to those two. ”

The old man suddenly put down the cigarette stick, looked at Wenzhong and Wenhua, began to be in a daze, and finally said guiltily: "Dad has no ability in this life, and he didn't let you live a good life for half a day, and Dad ...... in his heart."

Yao Wenhua said: "Dad, I didn't say you, you are all in your sixties, and you still say that you don't have these." By the way, big brother, I want to go see my mother tomorrow. Over the years, I have been carrying some cloth bags and walking to a place, always thinking of finding a good place to pick up a few pieces of soil, put them in a bag, and bring them back to add to my mother's grave, and show my mother a look, so that my mother can know that the child is doing well outside. ”

When I leave home at a young age, my mother is worried.

Unforgettable lonely grave, it is difficult to kowtow when you want your mother.