Embrace the three views and dismantle them

Chapter 29

It was no longer a big car crashing hard in front of my eyes, nor did I feel the pain of broken bones.There is a piece of tranquility in the ears, as if lying in the emptiness.

However, Bu Xi had long been familiar with such an environment, and reacted without stagnation in his mind that he should have completed the maintenance task of the first world line.Hey, I don't know how much the score is this time, how much bonus is there?

He opened his eyes and pushed open the door of the life support warehouse. On the right hand side was a cold silver control panel with several buttons on it.With a smile on the corner of Buxu's mouth, he directly clicked on blocking the situation and diluting the memory.In just a few seconds, all the family affection I gave in the previous world, and the feelings I got were all instantly faded and forgotten, leaving only a shallow atmosphere.

For Buzhen, the end of a world is the end, and he will give his heart and devote himself wholeheartedly to that world.But once you leave, it will be a farewell, and you should not leave any feelings to disturb the present world.Ashes return to ashes, and once they leave, all emotions should be buried with the corpse.

He got up and twisted his neck and stretched his waist. After lying down for so long, he could almost hear the crackling sound of bones, which was comparable to that of a zombie.

As soon as I put on my clothes, I saw a beep on the panel showing the mission this time.

Completed successfully.

Forget it, this time the task is simple and the process is also simple.The basic salary is guaranteed to arrive, and he thought about what to buy when he got the money.

Is there something to change at home? By the way, I have to go grocery shopping.

After such a long time, the dishes in the refrigerator must be replaced with a new batch.

Hey, in the dimensional world, there are rich second-generation and second-generation ancestors, with parents and elder brothers doting on them, so don't even think about what to eat. Now I eat myself alone, and I have to go back to cook.

The standard of living has plummeted.Such a comparison obviously gives way to Bu Xi, who really wants to pick up a clapper and sing the last song.After talking to the director, Buzhen left the building.First, drive to the mall.

Leaving here to another world, if you want to return to the present as soon as possible, you need to find a place full of fireworks and people, so that you can find your identity faster.Ah, there seems to be an exhibition?

Probably not on weekends or holidays, there were not many people visiting the exhibition.The exhibition commemorates the anniversary of the publication of The Little Prince and is free.Since he had nothing to do and when he went back, he saw that the room was deserted, so he went into the exhibition hall.

The exhibition hall is not big and there are not many exhibits.It's just that in a space of about [-] square meters, there are countless strings of origami red roses hanging from the ceiling.Not big, about half a palm, from a sheet of paper to spread out, to half-folded and finally folded into a perfect paper rose.Bustling but somewhat lonely, it hangs from the ceiling.You can see it at a glance, and you can pay attention at a glance.There are so many roses, but he is the only one walking in the quiet exhibition hall.

The fox is waiting for the little prince?The little prince loves roses?

The beauty of fairy tales is because of his unreality, but now that he has just completed a world, he allows himself to be unreal for a while.Sitting on a wooden chair, the paper-folded street lamp casts a warm color of ripe apricots, and the light cleverly casts his shadow on the wall in front of him.A lonely street lamp, a lonely wall, and a lonely shadow.It's just that Buxuan made a grimace. Occasional indulgence of emotions is fine, but indulging is not acceptable.

He is fine now, why do he have to make himself miserable.Stretch out, go home after eating, and then go to see how his supermarket next door is doing.

In other words, I don't know what the next dimension will look like, hey, it's best to let him rest, it's not a problem to be a mistress all day long.Looking at the different versions of the little prince displayed on the wall, Bu Yan thought that he should buy some more paint and painting tools to go back. After learning the art for so long without distraction, he couldn't just forget it, it was too wasteful.

The shade of the trees is heavy, the sound of birds is soft, and the fragrance of flowers fills the small yard, and it is also mischievous to sneak into the house through the cracks in the door and window.At this time, the flowers are blooming and the sunshine is good. It is a good time to be lazy, sleep and go shopping.Various sounds came from outside the courtyard, including the sound of selling goods, the sound of sharpening scissors and repairing umbrellas, and the sound of lively fireworks.

However, these did not affect the people in the study.

The study room is not too big, and the shelves are full of books. The owner of the house can see that he is a good bookmaker, and he doesn't know how much money he spent to save these books.The boxwood pen container on the table is full of brushes, and there is still a trace of ink in the inkstone on one side.On another shelf were scrolls of paintings.The furnishings are very simple, so it can be seen that it is not a rich and powerful family. Judging from the furniture and the environment of the house, poverty is not poor, but it is not well-to-do. It can barely maintain a decent appearance.

There are no jade ornaments, Boshan furnaces, Duan inkstones, Zihao pens, Li Ting silicon pine smoke inks, all of them are not there, and the ones used are all high-end goods, which can't be regarded as bad or high-end.

In the study room, a young man in blue was burying his head in his studies. The young man was only sixteen or seventeen years old.He read it with great enthusiasm, but unfortunately what he read was not the Four Books and Five Classics, not the words of the sages, but some idle books.

In his hand was written Yuefu Elegant Ci, the young man was shaking his head and looking at it seriously, nodding while reading, and there was a book of Peony Pavilion beside him...

Seriously, I didn't hear the approaching footsteps outside the door, step by step, more and more clearly.Even if it is not as loud as the clatter of big leather shoes, you can still hear people approaching.

It's a pity that the young man who is immersed in "I want to know you" is a very BIG guy who is doing his best.

"Jun'er, what are you reading?" The carved wooden door opened, and a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi walked in.

Hearing this sound, the young man felt as if a thunderbolt struck his forehead suddenly on a sunny day, and he trembled so frightened that the book fell to the ground. Of course he knew that his father would be angry if he saw it, but he didn't dare to pick it up.And the Peony Pavilion was still swaggeringly placed by his hand, and he didn't dare to touch it, his face turned pale like a face, his eyes widened like a man's and a hamster's, and his hands trembled.

Oops, how pitiful it is, how useless it is, how useless it is.Dead wood cannot be carved is what he said.

Seeing the young man like this, the upright, serious, meticulous, orthodox man, a typical ancient patriarch, frowned, and his tone was filled with a hint of rain, "Your attitude is really an eyesore. You are here What books are you reading, how are you doing with your homework? How many articles have you written? How many books have you read and memorized? The master said that you are a little tired and have not made much progress."

"Dad, dad, I, I'm just a little tired. I've written some articles, but I haven't written them well. I, I will study hard." The young man's face changed, he was timid and cautious, and he was a little bit like Xiao Li. She was shrinking, wishing she could disappear under her father's nose.

He glanced at the books on the floor with his small eyes, and then at the big peony pavilion on the table, he was in despair.

"Give me the book in your hand." The man showed no sign of softness, but stretched out his hand solemnly. His skin was fair, his bones were well defined, his fingers were long and slender, and he looked like a scholar's hand.

"Father." The young man was about to cry, but unfortunately his appearance was useless in front of his rock-hearted father.His father's hand reached under his nose ruthlessly like the sky, and snatched the book away.

"Hehe." The man sneered a few times, and flipped through the pages, "I am very pleased when you think you have worked hard, but you are so ignorant to read these things. You have read the four books and five classics? The master said you didn't read much at all. "

"Give me back my lovesickness with you? What are you looking at? You actually regard the music as a treasure." The man slammed the book on the ground, and even kicked his feet in confusion.

The more the man said, the more angry he became, "I will collect all these nonsense books, and I will ask my servants to organize a study for you in the future. Only the books of sages will be collected in it, and all other books will be collected. When will you pass the Juren exam for me?" I'll let you read some idle books. You don't want to make progress at such a young age, so you kneel down in the ancestral hall for me now."

"Father." The boy was trembling, his eyes were red.

"Hmph, I'm really disappointed." The man waved his hand, "Get down now, immediately, immediately, now go to kneel in the ancestral hall."

Seeing his son leaving pitifully, hunched over like a quail, Wang Weian sat down slumped and sighed deeply.

"Master, don't worry too much, master. The young master is still young, so he will definitely study hard in the future." The butler brought Longjing tea, and patiently persuaded him, "It's cold now, so I won't be able to bear it in the ancestral hall at night. When the time comes It still hurts the old man."

Wang Wei'an took a sip of tea and shook his head, "You secretly sent the bedding and clothes at night. He is so old, and he only knows how to read some idle books, how can I not be angry?"

"His mother left early. If I don't supervise him well, let him become a talent. How can he be sorry for his dead mother. I just want him to have a family and career, and to honor his ancestors." Wang Wei'an was a little depressed, "My Wang family doesn't have any powerful relatives. , when I go, he can't rely on others. If I don't let him have a good name and some achievements first, how can I feel at ease in the future. "

"Master, you can't say that. The master is still young, and the young master will gradually become sensible."

"Hopefully."

Wang Weian looked at the Yuefu Yaji in his hand,

Five cards, the period of intimacy and ingenuity.The branches of the Albizia Julibrissin tree are connected together, and the double-headed flowers are under the ground. At the two concentric places, a pair of metamorphosis children.

"You don't learn well at such a young age." He slapped the table angrily, but then whispered, "Don't miss anything for dinner. Make soup for Jun'er, so that he won't kneel in the ancestral hall and it's too cold. There are also bedding."

"master."

"Go down first, I still have something to do here."

"The master also rests, the master just recovered from his illness a few days ago."

"How can I rest, internal and external troubles, and those warriors are too strong, we need to relieve His Majesty's worries." Wang Wei'an closed his eyes, "Since His Majesty trusts me, I will naturally repay His Majesty with all my strength."

It was night, it was chilly in the ancestral hall, the boy knelt and dared not move, suddenly the door opened quietly, and the old housekeeper walked in.

"Fauber."

"Master, here is the quilt I brought, and some pastries. Don't kneel again, Master."

"However, if my father finds out, he will blame Uncle Uncle, and I'll kneel all night." The young man was extremely frustrated, "I always make my father angry, but I really can't read books."

"Hey, the master actually cares about the young master. The quilt and snacks are sent by the master's order. You must not blame the master, young master."

"Why would I blame my dad? It's all because I didn't live up to it." The young man wiped his tears. "I'm useless, and I can't learn things or read books. Dad should be angry."

Fu Bo persuaded the young master again, and he didn't leave until the young man fell asleep.

The bright moon hangs high, and the sky is dark blue.

A person stood alone in the empty courtyard.

"Master, the young master is already asleep. Please go to rest, master too."

"kindness."