Looking at the white paper at his feet, the fat lad named Chen Pipi was slightly startled. His eyes, which were as thin as grains of rice, quickly rolled a few times, and his cheeks, which were like steamed buns, squeezed out two wrinkles with great difficulty to express his doubts at the moment. Then he thought for a long time and finally made a very difficult decision. He painfully squatted down his fat body, stretched out his short and cute right hand, and struggled to pick up the paper. Then he took a few deep breaths.
"Being a fat man is really the most pitiful thing in the world."
Chen Pipi's smooth and tender thick lips trembled, and then he lowered his head to look at the handwriting on the paper, and subconsciously read out, "A few floors higher, and a few floors higher. All the previous worries are now over. I was originally a woodchopping lad by the Shubi Lake. Why should I imitate others to say that it's cold? You should know that it's not autumn yet …"
"Being a fat man is not the most pitiful thing in the world, if this fat man is a genius fat man." He pitifully looked at the handwriting on the paper, and guessed that it must be the painful self-narration of a new student of the Academy. He shook his head and sympathetically said, "Compared with a genius like me, an ordinary person like you is really pitiful."
The world of mortals and geniuses could never be interconnected. Chen Pipi could understand the poor guy's distress and despair, but he did not intend to treat the guy's pain as his own. He casually commented on the poor guy, and then put the thin paper back on the bookshelf. He held the book he wanted, "A Preliminary Exploration of Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow", and was ready to leave.
Suddenly, he turned around and took out the thin piece of paper again. Looking at the densely packed handwriting on it, his thick eyebrows raised a little on his smooth and plump forehead. He said in surprise, "This guy's handwriting is pretty good."
After praising him, he put the paper back on the bookshelf and was ready to leave again. He turned around again, took out the thin paper again, and looked at it carefully for a long time. Then he praised, "It's not not bad, it's very good."
Chen Pipi found that his behavior at this moment was somewhat abnormal and ridiculous. He opened his mouth slightly and looked at the feelings left by the poor guy on the paper. He muttered to himself, "Could it be that even Master Haotian feels that you are too pitiful, so he wants to use this good writing to persuade me to help a poor person like you?"
Sometimes, people just needed an excuse to make a decision, even if it was a made-up excuse. Tonight, Chen Pipi didn't know what he was going to do next would change someone's life in some sense. He just wanted to do something, so he did it. From this point of view, he was indeed more carefree than some poor person.
Chen Pipi walked to the desk by the east window and sat down. With the help of the starlight, Chen Pipi looked at the poor man's next words with great interest. His fat fingers tapped on the window from time to time, and there were nocturnal birds singing outside.
"I've been in the building for seventeen days, and I've been practicing hard every day, but I can't get the words to enter my heart. I can only watch them slip away. I've been awake before, and I've fallen into a dark and sweet dream for no reason, but they're always gone."
"If they're illusory on paper, why can I see them? If they're real, why can't I remember them? If they exist between reality and illusory, then is the ink that they're written on real or illusory? Is the paper that carries them real or illusory? "
After reading these words, Chen Pipi pouted, and his fat face was full of disapproval. He was like a boy who had eaten countless bowls of authentic Zhongshan Road hot and dry noodles in West City, and saw a poor guy who didn't know how to stir the improved spicy sauce noodles with a frown. Chen Pipi felt proud and conceited from the bottom of his heart.
Chen Pipi grinded the ink under the dim light of the night, and the starlight shone into the ink. He used his fat fingers to grab the delicate and fine brush that his Senior Sister used to use, and wrote a long explanation on the back of the thin paper. Unlike his fat body, the tiny characters on the paper were actually delicate and meticulous to the extreme.
"Poor guy, don't believe in the nonsense of seeing a mountain is not a mountain, but seeing a mountain is still a mountain. If Lord Haotian has nothing to do all day and gives us these questions, wouldn't it be too boring?"
"Of course, the things that exist objectively are real. For example, the handwriting on this book is more real than my pride and conceit at this time. Although the Divine Talisman Master has tampered with the handwriting, you have to believe that it's real. If you can't believe it yourself, then your eyes naturally won't believe it."
"The handwriting is objective and real, and the paper is also objective and real. But when the paper and the handwriting reflect the spring sunshine outside the window and into your eyes, which are not sure whether big or small, and then it's understood by your brain, which is not sure whether you're smart or muddle-headed … I guess muddle-headed …, then it becomes an illusory existence."
"The spring sunshine reflected on the paper is already an explanation. When you see it with your eyes, it's another explanation. When you try to understand it, it's another explanation. Explanations are often misunderstandings. The more you explain, the more things will be different from the original appearance."
"If you still can't understand it, then I have to use the crudest example: the objective reality of things is like a naked beauty, which can only be accepted, and doesn't need to be understood by you and me. Just like that naked beauty, no matter whether her breasts are big or small, whether her buttocks are round or perky, whether the hair under her lower abdomen is thick or thin, it's all objective reality, and you can't change her."
"But when you look at her lecherously, think how beautiful she is, and want to sleep with her, these thoughts will become pieces of clothes. Every time you think about it and try to understand it, you will put a piece of clothes on her charming and beautiful body, until finally you have forgotten what she looked like at the beginning, and how big her breasts were. "
"How to solve this problem? It's very simple. Remembering the moment when he first saw her naked, no matter if she was the Saintess of the Great River Kingdom or Ye Hongyu of the West-Hill Divine Palace, he directly went up to her and simply and violently fucked her, regardless of whether she was the Saintess of the Great River Kingdom or Ye Hongyu of the West-Hill Divine Palace! Women are meant to be fucked! It's not for you to understand! "
The brush and ink were written directly in his mind. Chen Pipi threw the book on the ground, and his face was full of spirit and satisfaction. He had been regarded as a rare genius since he was a child. However, after many years of learning from the wise and virtuous sages, he could only listen to them obediently, and never had the chance to teach others so unscrupulously. He praised himself,
"Although the words are vulgar, the truth is not. I only hope that you won't be driven into Qi deviation by these words."
When the ink was dried by the night wind outside the east window, he proudly stood up and swaggered back to the bookshelf, the fat on his face trembling. He put the paper back into the Primary Exploration of the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow, and didn't care about the bet between him and Second Brother on the basic teaching materials tonight.
Just as he was about to put the thin book back into the recycling shelf, a trace of hesitation flashed across his fat face. He thought that he had seriously violated the rules of the old library by helping the poor guy. However, then he thought of another sentence that the teacher had said, and his eyes that were as small as mung beans rolled, and then he put the book into the recycling shelf, and then swung his sleeves and walked away.
"Rules, are just a fart."
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Ning Que set off from the Lin 47th Street every day before dawn, and returned to Chang 'an City late at night. Although today was the first time that he had ever walked out of the old library, the night had become extremely dark when the carriage entered the South Gate of Chang' an.
Chu Youxian was worried about his health, and specially waited for him to go back to the city today. When the two carriages stopped at the door of the Old Brush Pen Shop, the son of a rich family in the Eastern City stuck his head out of the second carriage, and looked at Ning Que who was walking into the shop. He said with admiration, "Ning Que, I really didn't expect you to be so open-minded and generous, repaying evil with kindness, elegant and noble …"
Ning Que stood at the door of the Old Brush Pen Shop, and turned around to look at him with a smile. He said, "Although I'd like to continue listening to you and see how many good words you can think of to compliment me, I have to be honest. I didn't persuade young master Xie to go downstairs because I was worried about his health … I just liked the place where he sat cross-legged every day, and that place could bask in the sun."
"You're doing a good deed, but you don't like to be complimented. You have to find a dirty reason."
Chu Youxian scolded him with a smile, and then ordered the servant to drive the carriage away from the Lin 47th Street.
Ning Que smiled and waved his sleeves to drive them away. Then he walked into the shop, took the towel from Sangsang, and covered his face with it. Then he collapsed in the armchair, as if all his bones and strength had been sucked out.
Since he started to go upstairs, every night when he returned to the Lin 47th Street, there would be a hot towel to help him recover. Sangsang calculated the time of his return very accurately, and then soaked the towel with boiling water to ensure that the temperature was good.
Under the steaming white towel, Ning Que's tired voice came out, "I still don't have a good appetite today, so I'll make a bowl of noodles with fried eggs."
Sangsang softly agreed, but did not leave. She stood quietly beside the round chair, and looked at the towel and steam on Ning Que's face. After a long silence, she suddenly said, "Young master, tomorrow … don't go."
Although Ning Que could still talk with others in the Academy, and could even tell a few naughty jokes with Chu Youxian, only he and Sangsang knew how much damage and damage he had done to his body and spirit. Every day when he returned to the city from the Academy, he was in so much pain and weak that he did not even have the strength to speak. Because of the severe vomiting, he had to use a lot of willpower to swallow his dinner every night.
Hearing Sangsang's voice, Ning Que looked at the white velvet forest in front of him, and felt the spicy heat and humidity between his mouth and nose. After a long silence, he forced a relaxed smile and said, "I didn't take you out to play in the Academy a few days ago, so tomorrow … tomorrow I won't go to the Academy. Oh yes, I met that idiot princess in the Academy today, and she wants you to play. Let's go tomorrow. "
Sangsang removed the warm towel from his face, and stretched out her small hand to massage between his eyebrows. She smiled shyly and said, "Her Highness wants to see me? I like it too. "
Ning Que closed his eyes and felt the annoyance between his eyebrows being driven away by her cold and slender fingertips. He sighed comfortably and said, "Let's take this opportunity to cross off the second name tomorrow."
Sangsang's fingertips on his eyebrows slightly stiffened, and she gently lowered her head to look at her slightly worn embroidered shoes. It seemed that she did not like this matter very much.
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