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    The first chapter may be a reminiscence

    The gentle sunset shines in the sky with its afterglow. All the children are sitting around an old man, sitting cross-legged. Their pure eyes are staring at the old man holding a dry tobacco pipe. The old man's eyes are deep and he looks up at the sky.  As if he was thinking about something in the distance, he smoked the cheap hookah, puff tap tap tap tap tap tap, took a deep puff, and slowly exhaled the white smoke in his mouth. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like slices of knives, deeply etched into the old man's heart.  The corner of his eyes seems to be witnessing the vicissitudes of the old man's life.  A song of phoenix begging for phoenix, a few parts of parting that hurt.  The old man coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and sang "Three Thousand Years Old", a classic Henan opera that almost everyone in the village can sing.  His voice has not changed due to age, it is still rich and strong, but his tone seems to reveal a kind of vicissitudes, as if he is nostalgic for the past and imagining the unrestrained past days.

    This is a dilapidated village, a place whose name is unknown to anyone but the people in the village. However, standing at the entrance of the village is a young man dressed in extraordinary clothes. He seems so out of place with everything in this village.  It looks so outstanding among the pedestrians coming and going.  When the young man heard the sonorous and powerful voice of the old man, a slight smile naturally appeared at the corner of his mouth. That smile from the heart made people feel like a spring breeze, refreshing.  The song is over.

    "Children, I will tell you another story today. Cao Mengde and Liu Xuande cooked wine with green plums and talked about heroes. You have to listen carefully." All pairs of eyes stared at the old man, their longing eyes clearly revealed, and they expressed their love for each other.  For children, it may be a story, for the elderly, it may be a kind of reminiscence.  .  .

    Hearing the old man talking in a full voice, the young man just stood and watched from a distance with a smile on his face. He did not walk towards the old man, but just looked at it from a distance, stupidly.  Smiling.

    He casually took out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth, then took out a box of matches that are almost invisible in the market, and slowly struck the cigarette, the red flame glowing on the cigarette.  The matchstick was ignited, and the unburned matchstick was ejected in a perfect arc in the young man's hand, and slowly fell to the ground. It happened to burn out when it landed. The timing was perfect, and there was no missing second.

    When the old man talked about Cao Cao, he asked Liu Bei: "Brother Xuande, who do you think can be called a hero in the world today?" The young man just finished smoking a cigarette and began to walk towards the old man. He squatted down in front of the old man and said  He did not speak to influence the old man, but looked at the old man with an expression of listening carefully, listening to the old man talking about "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".  The children on the side suddenly noticed that there was an extra person next to them, but no one paid attention. They just made a place for him and continued to listen to the old man. When the young man saw the children's actions, a bright smile appeared on his face.  Then he followed the children and sat cross-legged on the ground.

    The old man was telling angrily when he saw a young man squeezing over. After seeing clearly who the person was, he smiled, nodded, and continued to tell the children stories. The young man was also happy and leisurely, and followed.  The children were immersed in the old man's stories together.

    "You can predict what will happen next, and let's listen to the explanation next time."

    This sentence means the end of the story. The young man stood up and helped the old man sitting on the tree stump. The old man smiled and said something to the young man, which although very ordinary, made the young man's eyes gradually turn red.

    "came back?"

    "Well, I'm back."

    A very brief dialogue, the two looked at each other, smiled, and hugged each other tightly.

    "Grandpa, I'm back."

    The young man was obviously a little excited. He was trembling when he spoke. Tears slowly flowed from the old man's eyes.

    "Yuan'er, just come back. Let's go home."

    The old man's expression at this time was even worse than that of the young man. It was obvious that both of them were in a state of excitement at this time. The young man cried with joy. Although the old man was a little excited, he could always control his emotions and was not as excited as the young man.  Gaffe.

    The children around looked at the two people, one old and one young, hugging each other tightly.

    An old man, a young man, a group of children form a beautiful picture.  From a distance, it seems so harmonious. Ordinariness may not be a blessing.

    Only at this moment can we carefully see the young man's appearance. His thin face, big eyes, fair complexion, and long broken hair all show his immaturity, while his height of over 1.8 meters is emaciated.  The figure looks so uncoordinated. The upper body is a tight black jacket and the lower body is a pair of tight pants. It is in line with the aesthetic trend of this era. Nowadays, thin and handsome men like to use tight clothes to show off their figures, but the shoes are not  They are the traditional military boots used by the army. They are not the ones on the market, but have real steel plate soles. They are extremely bulky and ordinary people cannot appreciate adding a piece of sole to their feet.Flat feel.

    Pedestrians passing by saw the two men holding dry pipes in their hands. After taking a puff, they squinted and said to the old man: "Brother, are you coming back from afar?"

    "Hehe, well, Yuan'er is back."

    " His face was full of pride as he spoke. Even if he was a mediocre and useless loser in the eyes of others, he was still the most promising grandson in his own eyes, because they didn't understand why he was so mediocre.

    There is a rumor circulating in the village. The old man's surname is Zhao. He was originally a very ordinary boy in this village who became an orphan. However, when he was 19 years old, he came out alone to enter the society. After the age of 30, he returned to his hometown in honor and glory, sitting here.  The village may have never seen a luxury car in its life, and it is a luxurious and powerful fleet. It is rumored that he had an adventure outside, and finally worked hard to make a big world outside with his courage, and followed by a few children, that is, his  With two sons, the Zhao family has become the most promising family in the village since then, and Old Man Zhao has become a legend in the village and the height that everyone in the village wants to reach, but he is alone 20 years later.  Back here, another child was followed behind him, that is, the current young man, Zhao Zhiyuan.  The two have lived here together for decades. Although people kept coming to visit Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao has never left the village. Zhao Zhiyuan was also sent out of the village by Mr. Zhao after he was 10 years old and came to the most beautiful village in the province.  I went to a good private school and came back once a year until I left again three years ago, but this time I came back three years later.

    In this way, Old Man Zhao has stayed in the village quietly and ordinary for 20 years. Time has passed by and the child of the past has grown up and has become another person in the village who is neglected by the people in the village.  An object of discussion, people are more interested in seeing whether this child will surpass his grandfather.

    Although no one knows how far Old Zhao has been outside. Although people's imagination is infinite, there are limits to limited imagination, so they are waiting for the Zhao boy to soar to the sky.  Still mediocre.

    This is human curiosity, especially in China.

    Zhao Zhiyuan supported Old Zhao, who seemed to be a little hunched over, and turned around and walked towards the dilapidated small bungalow under the gaze of everyone, without paying any attention to the strange looks from others.  The long figures of an old man and a young man slowly disappeared from everyone's sight under the setting sun.  .  .

    Sounds of Sanskrit came from nowhere, filling everyone¡¯s heart.  "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, after walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, he saw that the five aggregates are all empty, and he survived all the hardships."

    ??The Central Plains in northern Henan, from the ancient city of Chaoge to the place where Yan and Huang worship ancestors, often produce powerful talents and strategists.  A heavy sword has no edge, and great wisdom is like a fool.
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