"There is a saying that describes a person's unprovoked anger, which is called nameless fire. The name of the name can actually be described as the fire of ignorance, the bright light. Think of all the grievances a person has accumulated bit by bit.

Little things add up, and the trivial things turn into emotions that are difficult to self-aware. You think it doesn't matter, but how can you? Then paper can't contain the fire. This kind of lack of self-awareness is probably called

Ignorance.”

"When we think too much and do too little, how can we reap as much as we sow."

"But if you do too much and think too little, how can you protect your kindness?"

"As humans, we can't always feel like we've worked very hard to live our lives."

"But don't be afraid. Under the same roof, all the anger that is vented is warm. Just let others know and don't hold it in your heart. Of course, don't burn other people's hearts. So in addition to letting the other person know that you are

What do you think? At the same time, you must know what the other party thinks. Don’t worry about whether both parties are right or wrong, and whether each has their own reasons.”

"There is a little trick here, that is, don't discuss matters with people close to you other than your children. Of course, when it comes to children, tutors, and rules, they must be unreasonable. Certain things should be like this, children

It’s best if you understand. If you don’t understand, just do it. For example, when you go out and see your elders, you have to say hello. If you do something wrong, you have to admit it to the person for the wrong thing itself. It’s not because you did it, what will the other person do?

If you are unhappy, or your parents are unhappy, as a parent, you cannot admit your fault on your behalf."

Gao Jun finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Zhu, I have a question. Isn't 'discussing things based on their facts' always an undoubted compliment?"

"So it's a trick. If everyone knew it, there wouldn't be much to say."

Zhu Lian laughed, and the old man said softly in a gentle tone that seemed to be unique to him: "When something requires us to question or deny the family members around us, it must be emotional, and it is inevitable that we will say a few words.

Is it useful to say something harsh? It may be useful, but it is more likely to make things worse. If you argue and talk to yourself, by the end of the quarrel, it is no longer the matter itself.

Yes, find various reasons, or use a certain right to deny the other party's right. In this way, can we really 'discuss the matter as it stands'?"

"Men like to reason, and women pay attention to feelings. If a man never understands that those strange, seemingly inexplicable, unreasonable, and unreasonable emotions from women are themselves a truth, then it will be difficult for him to understand his own truth.

Here you go."

"Not to mention that reasoning is just for the purpose of winning or losing. When both parties have been together for such a long time, they will naturally feel that the other person is a person who cannot communicate. Husband and wife who sleep in the same bed have no way to escape or escape.

If you avoid it, probably in the end there will only be two silences, each feeling aggrieved."

"All the misunderstandings we have about others and the world may come from three words, 'I think'."

Gao Jun thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

The girl in the mink hat, who had returned to Luoluo Mountain, was in high spirits after hearing this. She sat down on the bamboo chair, gave a thumbs up, and praised loudly: "Mr. Zhu, you are so understanding!"

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "Men should think more."

Xie Gou nodded vigorously. Mr. Zhu said everything well, but this sentence and this truth are the best.

If Xie Gou gradually changes his mind and begins to sincerely feel that Luolu Mountain is a good place, then Zhu Lian, the old cook next to him, must take half of the credit!

Zhu Lian added: "Everyone is a slacker and is born lazy, so I always feel that a certain truth in a book or a statement heard from others makes people feel relaxed when they hear it.

Principles rarely make our lives better, but good principles make us feel more uncomfortable when we first hear them, and even more uncomfortable when we do them."

"So if Miss Xie, after listening to so much of my ramblings tonight, only finds this sentence pleasant and reasonable, listens to it, and then just remembers this and forgets the rest, it would be better not to listen and not hear a single word."

Xie Gou smiled awkwardly.

Mr. Zhu is indeed a profound man.

Xiaomo, who had just returned to the hospital, smiled knowingly.

Zhu Lian said rudely: "Xiao Mo, why are you laughing, are you a fool?"

Mr. Xiao Mo and Miss Xie, neither side takes sides, and a bowl of water is balanced.

Xiao Mo stopped smiling and couldn't help laughing again.

Xie Gou blinked his eyes, oh, I can't help it, Xiaomo is so gentle today, and seems to be a bit more handsome than yesterday.

Zhu Lian looked at the sky and was silent for a moment.

A seemingly simple truth, how many truths are needed to support it?

It seems that there are too many things, that is, an addition with only one definite number. If any one of them is missing, the answer must be wrong.

After coming back to his senses, Zhu Lian said with a smile: "Let's not talk about the affairs outside the mountain. On our Luolu Mountain, the only thing is that no one will be wronged as much as possible. Of course it is difficult to achieve, so let's try to make everyone less wronged."

Some of the grievances that you are unwilling to talk about with others come from not getting a response from the people around you. All kinds of expectations, longings, and wishes are like drums in your heart, resounding throughout your world. But outside your heart, you are silent, forever silent. This

Just like a person shouting that his voice has become mute, but there is still no one around him to hear him, this person will become less and less fond of talking, and will remain silent until he becomes mute.

Zhu Lian said softly: "Don't worry about what is right or wrong, right or wrong, you must be willing to tell others what you think, why you say something, why you do something, tell the other person straightforwardly, I am like this

I think so, what do you think?"

In fact, in this matter, the person who did the best in Luo Po Mountain was Chen Lingjun, and perhaps the second best was Chen Ping'an, the owner of the mountain.

For example, if Chen Lingjun encounters something that makes him feel aggrieved, he will immediately feel extremely aggrieved and wonder why his master is not around. As long as Chen Ping'an returns home one day, he must complain! Another example is in Luzhou, Beiju.

While walking in Dadu, at that critical moment when Dadu entered the sea, Chen Lingjun was thinking that at worst he would return to Luolu Mountain and be scolded by Chen Ping'an. After being scolded, what should he do? As long as he was not driven down the mountain, I would still be there.

A heroic man.

Luo Lo Mountain is what it is today.

Outsiders think that Chen Ping'an likes to be a hands-off shopkeeper too much. Now that he has such a huge family fortune, he is just unlucky.

Even some outside monks who are relatively familiar with Luopo Mountain feel that Zhu Lian, a figure who never moves away, is doing something.

This is what insiders know and laymen only watch.

Chen Ping'an once sent a letter home to Luopo Mountain and entrusted Wei Bo to deliver it.

There is a line written on the envelope in small regular script, "Nuan Shu personally opens the letter, Pei Qian reads the letter, and Mi Li puts the envelope away."

After they received the letter, their three little heads bumped together in the bamboo house, and Little Heitan read the contents of the letter three times.

Zhu Lian stood up, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "I'm going to make midnight snack, Xiao Mo can help me."

Xiao Mo stood up with a smile and helped Mr. Zhu in the kitchen. He was already familiar with the routine.

Everyone had supper together at the same table. Peixiang and Gao Jun, who had never touched Yangchun water before, helped clear away the dishes and returned to their residences.

After the excitement, Zhu Lian was alone, lying back on the wicker chair, seemingly talking to himself, "Lu Chen, do you think so?"

On the other side of the wall, sitting there was Lu Chen, who came here at some unknown time, smiling and saying: "There is a small problem, there are some truths, even a reasonable person can't do it himself."

"Even so, aren't those principles bad?"

"If you say that, it seems to make sense."

Zhu Lian turned his head and pouted at the ground, "On the branches of Qiyuan Road, there are flower thieves and jade waist slaves!"

Lu Chen couldn't help laughing, "That's weird, why are you scolding yourself?"

Lu Chen jumped up and landed on the ground in the courtyard, walked straight to the wicker chair, imitated Zhu Lian's posture and lay on it, and said lazily: "We haven't seen each other for so many years, how about a few words?"

Zhu Lian sat on the steps, put his hands in his sleeves, and said calmly: "What do you want to talk about?"

Lu Chen smiled and closed his eyes.

Zhu Lian looked up.

In an instant, in the night, there seemed to be hundreds of millions of living beings dreaming in the world, like lanterns densely packed together, colorful, and rising slowly.

Under the eaves of the village school, the old scholar was lying comfortably on the rattan chair. Chen Pingan was sitting on the bamboo chair beside him, gently shaking his cattail leaf fan.

Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji sat on the other side.

The old scholar smiled and asked: "Ning Ji, I told you a lot before, do you understand?"

Ning Ji shook his head and said with a shy expression, "Master Patriarch, I almost don't understand."

The old scholar laughed and said: "It's okay, it's okay. Let your husband explain it to you in some vernacular."

Chen Ping'an smiled and explained to Ning Ji in detail using some simple and easy-to-understand words.

Ning Ji kept both explanations in mind. Occasionally if there was something he still couldn't understand, he would ask his husband, and Chen Pingan would explain it in another way.

After listening, the old man fell asleep again, snoring slightly.

Zhao Shuxia and Ning Ji walked lightly and went to the kitchen to lay the floor.

Only Chen Ping'an still sat there, silently accompanying his husband.

In the open space outside the school, there are vague traces of children dancing on square grids.
Chapter completed!