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Chapter 131 The Storyteller, The Storyteller

Wei Daqun fell into memory and told the story of him and his enlightenment teacher.

"There are rules for writing letters to others. You must keep secrets for others. You can't say a word to a third person, even your parents."

"When some adults ask me to write a letter, they will give me a plum or a peach. I understand what they mean, and their letters must be kept secret. So at a young age, I have already been exposed to the world of adults, complicated and complicated. An unspeakable world."

"Once, my neighbor's sister, Axiu, came back from working in the city, and brought back a man, a very bookish man, who came to propose marriage to Axiu's mother."

Tang Shuang: "This is a good thing."

Wei Daqun sighed, shook his head and said, "For Axiu's mother, this is not a good thing."

Tang Shuang: "Oh?"

Wei Daqun said sadly: "The man in the neighbor's house was bitten by a poisonous snake a few years ago. He was not saved and passed away. There are four orphans and widows left. Axiu is the eldest, and there are two younger brothers who are four or five years old , she must share the burden of the family."

Wei Daqun: "If Axiu gets married, then the family will only be supported by one woman, and she cannot afford it anyway, so she did not agree to the marriage."

Tang Shuang asked puzzledly: "As long as that man has the heart, he can continue to ask Axiu to support her mother. I don't think he should refuse in this case."

Wei Daqun was silent for a while, then said: "My young lady~ She is a young lady in the city."

Tang Shuang's heart skipped a beat, and she remained silent.

Wei Daqun: "She was only 16 years old at the time~ The man came to redeem her body."

Tang Shuang understands that a 16-year-old rural girl has no skills and has many places to spend money. If she is forced to, who is willing to do cheap work.If Axiu got married, she would definitely have to wash her hands in a golden basin and draw a clear line from this industry. However, without a source of income, how could she support her mother and use a man's money?This is not a long-term solution.

The atmosphere in the study room became solemn, Wei Daqun took a deep breath, and continued: "At that time, my neighbor aunt asked my mother to discuss. I was lighting the stove and was going to help my mother cook. I was small and they didn't care, so I I’ve seen it all, and I’ll never forget that moment.”

"My mother shed tears while peeling broad beans. That was the first time I saw my mother shed tears. The woman who did farm work as well as a man was weaker than ever before."

"The two women cried for a while, and the neighbor's auntie left, and drove the man away, and then said to Axiu, who was crying into tears, that she hoped that she would help the family for a few more years, and when the younger brother grew up, she would definitely make up for it. she."

Wei Daqun shook his head slightly, as if he wanted to get rid of the excess emotions, and continued: "Then one day, the neighbor's aunt received a letter from that man, asking me to read it to her."

"It was a letter written in a pen. It was written vertically. The handwriting was very beautiful. Because it was in cursive script, I struggled to read it, but I still understood it. It was a letter with sharp words. I was most impressed by it." A profound sentence is that the poison of a tiger does not eat its children."

"I read this sentence to my neighbor's aunt. After she finished listening, she cried and wanted to hit the wall to die!"

Tang Shuang could understand how she felt at the time. It was so sad to be told that a tiger's poison would not eat its children. No one wants their children to be happy. Everything is forced by life.

"Fortunately, someone stopped me and comforted the neighbor aunt, saying that I must have read it wrong, and then invited my teacher. He read the letter and re-read it to everyone, which meant that he understood the painstaking efforts of being a parent, but he I am also infatuated, willing to continue to wait."

"Then I was unlucky. The grown-ups said I mispronounced it, and there was no such thing as a tiger's poison does not eat a child. I was very angry, and it was clearly written in black and white."

"About two days later, the teacher found me and said that what I read was correct. I asked him why he didn't read the truth and why didn't he help me."

Tang Shuang: "I want to know too."

Wei Daqun said: "The teacher asked me what my aunt's reaction was after I finished reading the letter. I said she was going to hit the wall."

"The teacher said, yes, there are two ways to say the words. One is to make people angry and sad to hit the wall. It means the same thing, but another way to say it is another way. Is there any fate between Axiu and that city man? None of us can guarantee it, but shouldn't we bless them anyway."

"The teacher said, if you read that letter to Axiu's mother verbatim, then there will be no possibility for Axiu and that man. He must have been very emotional when he wrote the letter. I think, wait for him to calm down Come down, I must regret sending such a letter, but it is too late."

"The teacher said, so, sometimes we have to put ourselves in our shoes. In the future, when you read letters, you should pay attention to them. If you encounter particularly harsh words, you should turn them over and put them in another way."

Tang Shuang thought carefully, and at the same time heard Wei Daqun say: "Thinking about it now, he didn't treat me as a child, but at that moment he regarded me as an adult."

"Many years later, when I think back to that scene, the image of intellectuals in my mind is not those academic scholars, but my teacher. He takes knowledge as a dedication, and he also hopes that this responsibility will be shared by others. inherited."

Wei Daqun paused for a moment, and said to Tang Shuang: "Knowledge is not only used to seek benefits, knowledge can be used to contribute, and knowledge can be used to help others. This is the philosophy of life that my first teacher told me. He, I may not realize it until many years later."

Looking at Wei Daqun in front of him, Tang Shuang was full of thoughts. He never expected that this teacher, whom he met for the first time, would say something full of deep meaning to him.

He was only grateful, only moved, and he understood his intentions.

Wei Daqun's story kept echoing in Tang Shuang's mind, and every sentence seemed to have a special charm.

Wei Daqun was very pleased to see Tang Shuang's appearance. He never relied on the old to sell the old, and never taught the younger generation as an elder. The reason why he told Tang Shuang this time was because he felt something after seeing the photos. On the one hand, it is indeed pity.

Having said all that, it's good to understand, but if you can't understand his intentions, then he has no choice but to go his own way in the future.

Fortunately, Tang Shuang seemed to be listening.

……

The two chatted and forgot the time. It was not until Wei Tingting, Wei Daqun's daughter, came home that Tang Shuang realized that it was already noon and wanted to leave immediately, but in the end Wei Daqun stayed for dinner.

Wei Tingting was very surprised. She knew Wei Daqun's temper very well. Although there were not many people who came to visit the house, there were not many, but there were not many people who could be stayed by him for dinner.

After lunch, the two sat down to drink tea. This time Wei Daqun didn't say anything, but called Wei Tingting over.

"You young people have more common topics, you chat."

Wei Tingting was overjoyed when she heard that Tang Shuang was the author of "Heroes". She was also a member of the chasing army back then, and she wanted to ask him a lot.

……

When Tang Shuang left, she bowed respectfully to Wei Daqun, thanking him for his love.

Wei Daqun was not courteous, so he accepted the bow calmly, said with a smile that he would come to sit often when he was free, and sent Tang Shuang out of the door.

Wei Tingting asked gossipingly, "Dad, what did you guys talk about this morning? Tell me."

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(End of this chapter)