It was only when I had finished writing more than 100,000 words that I suddenly remembered to write a foreword to guide my readers to the book. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When I was young, or when many people (mostly boys) were young, I had a "heroic dream" hidden in my heart, yearning to become a hero, brave the vast world, punish evil and promote good, and be admired by thousands of people, so as to be remembered for eternity.

But the reality is always cruel.

The pressure from all sides is very great, making people feel that it is difficult to breathe when they grow up, and some people work around in order to survive, and have little free time. Every day I always do things I don't like to do, and I'm tired.

Gradually, the heroic dream in my heart gradually faded, forgotten, and even faded with time.

Yes, there is nothing that time cannot change.

As a young person, like most people, I am tired and have a full schedule every day, and I have changed from complaining at the beginning to adapting now. I got used to the crowd around me, to the way people talked, to the hustle and bustle of the city, to the work I complained about at the beginning...... Adapted to everything that should be adapted.

Adaptation, it's a really scary thing.

It destroys our body and mind and destroys our spirit in the shadows.

But it can't break us.

A few years ago, when my family was sitting at the dinner table, I listened to my parents talk about what had happened in the village recently, and my father said that Old Man Liu had died.

Old man Liu is a disabled person who walks with a limp on his right leg, which is more serious. I was very impressed by the naughtiness of my childhood, a few of our friends followed him to learn to walk, laughing, and even more stubborn people threw stones at him, anyway, he would definitely not run, he always looked back and smiled when he saw the child, yes, always. Every time, smile lightly, turn around and go.

He had no relatives, he was alone, and he did some odd jobs in the village - he could do all the hard work of building houses, building sheds, loading trucks and unloading goods. It is no exaggeration to say that he has more strength than a man in his prime, and he can move nearly 200 catties of boulders to walk dozens of meters, and there is an article in the primary school texts at that time that talks about how much the power of seeds is, and the teacher said that the strength of people is limited, and ordinary people can move a little more than their own body weight.

When I saw Old Man Liu, I felt that what the teacher said was wrong, because I had shaken the big stone, but of course it turned out to be immovable, it was too small at that time, so I felt that Old Man Liu was simply powerful, probably like a gold medal weightlifting champion, although his body looked thin and weak.

Needless to say, the old man Liu's life must have been very hard, and most of the food he ate was grown by himself -- wheat, corn, peanuts, sesame seeds, leeks, and so on. He would pick up rotten fruit or something and take it home, or feed it to the chickens or eat it himself, I don't know.

There are many elderly people in the village, and most of them are poor enough, so many old people will also carry large bags and small bags and go to the market to pick up things.

When there are too many people, there are also miscellaneous, and many old people, not partial, like to take sheep by the hand, touch a peach from the fruit owner, steal a radish from the vegetable seller, and even sometimes accidentally drop something on the ground when unloading on the top, these old people will also rush up, pick it up and take it away.

In this way, there will definitely be disputes, and the drivers who pull the goods do not want to cause trouble, and the goods have arrived anyway, and most of them turn a blind eye. Not long after, an old man fell in the early hours of the morning in a push and shove battle in the vegetable market and died.

This makes sense.

Later, the market was opened, and outsiders were not allowed to enter and exit at will in the early morning, but Old Man Liu worked hard and could enter and exit freely, and other old people could not enter, so - Old Man Liu was isolated, the reason was very simple - in the eyes of other old people, he had both work and oil and water, and this oil and water was to hold fruits and vegetables.

Old man Liu is indispensable for any lively occasion, of course he goes to work, some people are very good to him, they will give him something to eat, and give him more money to spend.

It is surprising to say that Old Man Liu's brick house was built by himself, he built it alone, and he carried every brick and tile by himself, and the most tiring thing thing about building a house was to lay a solid foundation, and he was able to ram the ground by himself for four or five days in a row, from early morning to dusk.

Old man Liu is so down-to-earth and willing to work hard, and he has been a bachelor all his life.

Old man Liu is called old man Liu, I still don't know his name, when I was young, people called him old man Liu, he was only forty years old.

Later, Old Man Liu saved 30,000 yuan and put it at home, and in a large box there were scattered his hard-earned money for 20 years, 30,000 yuan, which was the number of people in the bank.

Because there was a man in the village who said to Old Man Liu, you are disabled, make money to provide for your old age, but over the years, the money has become less and less valuable, what is the use of 30,000 yuan? Is it enough for you to provide for your old age? Then I will talk about some things, this man wears a straight and neat suit all day long, his hair is shiny, and he speaks fluently, and he said to Old Man Liu that if he takes out 30,000 yuan and invests it, he can give him 60,000 yuan next year.

Old man Liu talked for two hours, and he couldn't understand what he said about investment, but Old Man Liu knew that money was worthless, and he was sure that 30,000 yuan would not be able to support his retirement. handed over 30,000 yuan to the suit.

The suit left him two pages of paper, but the old man Liu was illiterate, and the old man Liu pressed his handprint, and happily put the two pieces of paper with the name of the suit bought for 30,000 yuan in a secret place.

A year has passed, the suit is still a suit, and Old Man Liu still looks like Old Man Liu, Old Man Liu asked him for money, and the suit said, wait another year, I can give you money in a year, 60,000, and now the investment has not come back.

Old man Liu didn't follow, and asked him to return the 30,000 yuan first, and then talk about the rest, and the suit said no.

Old man Liu went home crying, took out a paper of 30,000 yuan, and said, this is your signature, if you don't give money, I will petition.

The suit was furious and said, "Where is my name?"

Old man Liu couldn't find the name of the suit, the suit used a special magic pen, and after signing the name for a while, the handwriting disappeared.

Old man Liu limped to petition every day, but they couldn't manage the economic disputes. Old man Liu won't sue, and it costs too much money to sue.

Old man Liu only worked later, and no one saw him speak again, and he still did the previous hard work, so after more than two years, he died at home.

My parents were talking about Old Man Liu at home that night, and I was shocked and deeply touched when I listened to it. Later, the house built by Old Man Liu was taken away, and the people were hastily dealt with the aftermath.

At that time, I always liked to walk in front of Old Man Liu's room after school, and I was very emotional every time.

Old man Liu has infinite strength and unlimited potential in my heart, and it is the initial form of the "chivalrous dream" in my heart, and I fantasize that I am as powerful as him, dancing with knives and sticks all day long, and I like to exercise.

But as I grew up, I realized that strength is not chivalrous, and the two are not even related. When I have an understanding of human society, I know that chivalry is the heart.

When I was slowly forgetting chivalry, suddenly one day, very suddenly, I dreamed of Old Man Liu, and I swore that I had not heard his "name" for years, and I didn't even think about it for a second.

――In the dream, Old Man Liu is infinitely powerful, can fly to the sky, kill and bully the weak, and his figure is very chic and elegant. After waking up, I realized that my first chivalrous dream when I was a child, for some reason, was inseparable from Old Man Liu.

But Old Man Liu does not conform to the public's perception of chivalry, he is not for the country and the people, he just does his own thing.

But for some reason, I always felt in my heart that he was a chivalrous hero.

Thinking about it later - maybe his smile touched everyone, and all my peers had a very good impression of him, because he always smiled.

I can't write much about him, and probably won't.

In the center of his house, there is an evergreen tree.