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There's a saying that goes like this.

But in fact, this is very empty, as if in ancient times officials were also called "parent officials".

Xu Guangling studied medicine, it should be said, purely accidental. An old man changed the content of his life to a certain extent.

But has the path of life changed because of this?

Xu Guangling didn't know.

Studying medicine does not mean that you have to practice medicine, and even if you practice medicine, there are all kinds of things.

Seeing a few patients a day is called a doctor, seeing a few patients a week is called a doctor, seeing a few patients a month is called a doctor, seeing a few patients a year is called a doctor, and seeing only a few patients in a life is still called a doctor.

Which kind of Xu Guangling will be in the future?

He didn't know it now, and he didn't think that far ahead.

But at this time, completely out of his imagination, the teacher handed him such a patient. When it came to the end, in fact, it was useless to think about anything, and the only thing Xu Guangling could do was the four words "do your best".

Do your best to be worthy of the unreserved teaching and cultivation of the elderly.

I did my best to verify whether what I had learned during this period was really something, or if it was just a showcase.

Do your best for the sake of such a life that is just in the mood for love.

The little girl who was still dead when she first met, when she left, her eyes were smart and full of longing. At this point, Xu Guangling felt that if he couldn't cure this little girl, it would be cruel to her, and it would be cruel to him. - He may never forget that look for the rest of his life.

So the old man handed over to him more than just a patient.

It's a burden that can't be heavier.

Even if his shoulders are still very weak, Xu Guangling actually has no other choice.

Bear it!

In the end, these three words replaced everything, and Xu Guangling fell into a deep sleep.

Go to bed at about ten o'clock in the evening, and then wake up at about half a o'clock in the night, this is Xu Guangling's usual routine during this time, and after waking up, a full meal is also a necessary procedure.

After a few days, after dinner today, Xu Guangling went to the park again.

Haven't been here for days, well, night. The park is familiar, but also a little strange.

Especially when the "Sky Eye" field of view is opened.

The fog that permeated the entire park, including the back mountain, was less than a few days ago! This made Xu Guangling basically certain that there might be a reason for the decrease in fog, but at the same time, the change of seasons was also one of the reasons.

Spring grows, summer grows, autumn harvests, and winter storage.

Winter storage.

In winter, the vitality of the trees converges to a certain extent, and the fog that comes from nowhere also converges?

Xu Guangling now wants to take a look at the north and south of the country, and go to the north outside the Saiwai to see if there is any fog in the trees there, and if so, what is the concentration of the trees there in this season? And then in the south, where the concept of "winter" does not exist very much, what are the trees there?

But this small idea, of course, cannot be realized for the time being.

But it doesn't really matter.

"Charged" the eleven bead strings brought in the bag, ten of which belonged to two old men, and only one was prepared for Chen Zhihe for the time being, and then Xu Guangling himself did not charge it.

This fog, Xu Guangling needed it very much, and it had a huge effect on his practice of Fuxi Jue, but he was not a greedy person.

If he continues to absorb it, the trees in this park may not only have their leaves withered early, but some of them may not even be ruled out. And this, in Xu Guangling's concept, is excessive.

They are not living beings, but they are still living beings.

Whether it is pedantic, stupid, or hypocritical, in short, Xu Guangling will not do this unless it is absolutely necessary.

So, without absorbing it, he sat quietly on the bench in the park, Xu Guangling seemed to lean on it, seemed to sleep instead of sleeping, and a pair of eyes seemed to be closed or not closed, and after a while, the whole person's mental consciousness was connected with the entire park through this fog.

It's not just all the plants and trees in the park, but also the land and a part of it.

Without the task of absorbing the fog, Xu Guangling didn't know what he was going to do that night, he originally planned to sit so quietly until dawn.

But slowly, unknowingly, something unexpected happened.

In a trance, Xu Guangling felt that his body was expanding, expanding infinitely, expanding to the entire park, and in the process of expansion, his body seemed to be "virtualizing".

The sound of the wind.

In fact, the weather was very sunny and there was no wind.

But at this time, Xu Guangling could clearly feel that countless fine dust and water vapor were scattered between the heavens and the earth, and then, they were slightly turbulent with the breath of countless plants and trees in this small world, and then, countless slight turbulences were superimposed together, and they became "wind".

It is like aquatic plants, gently fluttering under the gentle river.

Xu Guangling saw countless "water plants" composed of dust and water vapor, fluttering, moving, rolling and stretching in this small world...... Thousands of postures, eyes are overwhelmed.

The sound of insects chirping.

Seasonally speaking, it is already early winter, and it is located in the middle of the continent, not the tropics, so there are very few insects still active in this scene.

However, whether it is active, resting, or hibernation in the ground, under the grass, in the trunk of the tree, at the root of the tree, etc., all those little beings are breathing, and at this moment, all the breathing, whether normal or extremely slow, is like a candle in the dark night, scorching in Xu Guangling's feelings.

One, two, three.

Three little beings were perched under the bench he was sitting on.

One of them was at his feet, in a crack in a brick three inches below the ground.

Xu Guangling even further felt that this little guy had four limbs, no, many limbs, holding a clod of earth that was about one-tenth the size of a grain of rice, well, let's call it a "clod of soil", curled up, and fell asleep beautifully.

Who will be the first to realize the big dream? I know it all my life.

Such a poem, at this time, is not very appropriate to the moment that flashed in Xu Guangling's mind.

The fact is that in the rest of such a small or tiny life, Xu Guangling felt a kind of beauty where heaven and earth are quiet.

The years are quiet.

Well, another sentence that is not very appropriate.

Four, five, six...... Seven, eight, nine......

Xu Guangling remembered the gossip in the living room of Zhang's hometown.

It's just that what he remembered at this time was not the content of those gossip, but tea.

The old man should prefer to drink tea, and the conditions are sufficient, whether the tea he drinks is well-known or not, the taste is very good, and Xu Guangling has never drunk pesticide residues.

Very clean tea.

The tea leaves enter the water, and the flavor slowly spreads in the water.

When the leaves are in the mouth, the flavor slowly spreads between the mouth and tongue.

After practicing Shennong's formula, Xu Guangling's tongue now includes the entire mouth, and he doesn't know how many times more he feels the taste than before, which is also one of the reasons why his big stewed dishes at night can become more and more "flavorful".

Therefore, the tea seeps into the mouth little by little.

That kind of feeling is something Xu Guangling has experienced many times.

And now, a similar feeling appeared in his conscious feelings, Xu Guangling's feelings slowly dispersed, from near to far, feeling all the little lives in this small world......

Unconsciously.

The night passed, and the dawn came.

Under the faint light, countless dew droplets soaked the grass in front of Xu Guangling, so when he opened his eyes, the first thing Xu Guangling saw and the first thing his consciousness felt was this crystal, this jade, this coolness, and this beauty.

Then, he smiled unconsciously.

Twenty four million three hundred seventy-one thousand.

This park includes a number of small lives behind the mountains, all of them.

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