Golden Greenery

The Zhuojia courtyard at the foot of the mountain has been completely built. It took two years of meticulous carving. The small courtyard, which does not occupy a very large area, is exquisite and elegant, compact and well-proportioned. The pavilions, pavilions, shallow corridors and short bridges inside are all unique.

The mountain spring stream flows gracefully through the garden, which is deliberately diverted from a nearby place. The mountains on one side stretch for thousands of miles, and the beautiful trees and shadows on the mountainside are beautiful. It is like a fairyland on earth. Standing in the courtyard, you can overlook the bustling city from a high place, or you can enjoy the leisurely escape from the world by yourself.

Let's put it this way, even if Zhuo Yang does nothing and treats this place as a small attraction and buys tickets for people to visit, it will probably be enough for him to eat and drink for a lifetime.

However, after all, this place is more than 30 kilometers away from the city center. Zhuo Tongtong and his wife Yang Hong both have to go to work and can't afford to travel such a long distance. The traffic in Xi'an during morning and evening rush hours is mind-numbing.

Zhuo Tongtong and Yang Hong still live in the unit building in the compound on weekdays. They only drive here on weekends to enjoy two days together. Normally, the two gates of the courtyard are locked, so the village chief Ke Zi can help take care of them, so it's not a big deal. However, now that schools are out for summer vacation, the couple took refuge early to escape the summer heat and enjoy the coolness, which was very uncomfortable.

After staying in the bustling and noisy city for a long time, Zhuo Yang didn't want to leave as soon as he settled in. He couldn't say why, but he always felt refreshed and refreshed living here, his sleep quality was quite high, and he felt full of vitality all day long. Maybe it’s because of the air quality, maybe there are more trees and more grass and more negative oxygen ions.

Ke Zi said that this place should be a geomantic treasure. But Taoist Master Jing Feng of Liuxian Temple said: Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand Feng Shui. This place gathers the spiritual energy of the nearby mountains, rivers, vegetation, and the essence of the heaven, earth, sun, and moon. It is a place where vitality gathers.

Ke Zi muttered: After pulling it here and there, doesn’t it mean that Feng Shui is good?

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After dinner, let’s talk and look at the stars in the sky, which you can’t see in the brightly lit city. Feeling a little tired, Yang Hong went to rest first. She was still recovering from the loss of her mother. Zhuoyang and his father continued to chat slowly.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhuo Yang still couldn't hold it in and asked his father the question he had been holding back for a while. "Dad, have you ever...hated your grandparents?"

"Why?"

"Dad, you were only sixteen that year. Grandpa and grandma, they..."

"I understand what you mean." Zhuo Yang has a high IQ. How could his father be a fool? Zhuo Tongtong immediately heard what his son meant.

"Do you think your grandparents didn't think much about me at that time, and only thought about other people's children, but made their own children orphans?"

"That's almost...that's what it means."

"Dad actually... initially... complained about your grandparents." Zhuo Tongtong took off her glasses, breathed a sigh of relief and went up, wiping the lenses with the corner of her short-sleeved clothes. "Dad was only sixteen years old at that time. At that time..." Zhuo Tongtong didn't say any more.

Losing one's father as a teenager is one of the most tragic sufferings in the world, let alone the death of both parents.

"But later, I gradually understood, and I no longer blame your grandparents. After all, my father lived with my grandparents for sixteen years. During those sixteen years, I was no different from other children. Your grandparents doted on me."

"Zhuoyang, my good son. Dad once told you that you only need to do one thing well in your life. Do you remember which thing it was?"

"What we are doing now!"

"Yes,

You have to be serious about whatever you do, and the most important thing is to do the things in front of you well. The same is true in life. There is no such thing as making decisions and then taking action. When many things come before you, you can only do them well first. "

"The same is true for your grandparents. Facing the flood, they can no longer think about what will happen to their own children. Only the children in the school in front of them are the most important."

"In fact, when doing things, you don't have to look forward and backward. Just keep your head down and do it. Life is like this. It is boring to judge and analyze everything and make careful calculations before doing it. The most difficult part in life is not that there is no choice, but that There are so many choices.”

"Dad, I don't understand very well."

"Slowly you will understand." Zhuo Tongtong showed a mysterious smile. "You are my son. If I understand, you will understand too."

The night is like an extremely large blanket, and the stars in the sky are like crystal and shining gems dotted on this blanket. It's late at night, and the city in the distance is still noisy. People who are keen on nightlife keep the whole city awake all night.

Zhuo Yang chatted with his father for a long time, talking about the people and things he met in Milan, and about Jiu Shan Hai Lao Mu. I also talked about Cheng Hao and domestic football.

Zhuo Tongtong said: "Do you know what is the simplest thing in the world? What is the most difficult?"

"Criticism is the easiest thing! Critics are never wrong and always justified. They only criticize but don't build, so they don't have to do anything."

"Like trolls on the Internet?" Zhuo Yang interjected.

"Trolls are not even critics, they are just looking for a presence."

"Then...are you like those readers in this book who like to give negative reviews?" Zhuo Yang said: "How about letting the author give them the pen and let them write?...Forget it, dad, go on. .”

"Foolish Old Man can move mountains!" Dad said: "If Yugong has ten sons, some of these ten sons are forging iron, some are chiseling rocks, some are building bridges, some are cooking, and some are cutting firewood, then the life of Yugong's family will be better." Only by passing through can the mountain be moved down. But if the ten sons are all Lu Xun and Zhuo Yang, how do you think Yu Guiji wants to die?"

"Hahahahaha..." Zhuo Yang was overjoyed. He didn't expect that Lu Xun could be interpreted in this way.

"It is the hardest to do things down-to-earth!" My father said: "Those who do not do things will never make mistakes, and those who make mistakes are those who do things. This is an eternal truth!"

"Under an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent!"

"The current situation of Chinese football, from managers to players, to the media and fans, everyone is responsible." Dad said.

Zhuo Yang nodded: "Cheng Hao said the same thing."

Dad stood up, put his hands on his waist and moved around, twisting from side to side. "Cheng Hao is very admirable. He is actually the person most qualified to criticize Chinese football. With his pen, he can become famous and profitable just by criticizing. He can stay comfortably by your side and be like Lu Xun in football. .”

Dad sat back on the couch, raised his legs and put his feet on the railing of the waterside pavilion like Zhuo Yang.

"Zhuoyang, you will be 23 years old in a few days..."

"Yes, you will be 23 years old in a few days." Mother Yang Hong came out of the small building to pick up the topic. Seeing that his wife was not asleep and came to enjoy the cool air, Zhuo Tongtong got up and moved the sofa back so that his wife could sit down.

Zhuoyang asked his father to sit on his armchair, and he rode on the railing and leaned against the pillar. The moonless clear sky was filled with stars, and the summer night breeze quietly swept through the pond water, gently shaking the stars in the water.

"You are already 23 years old. When are you going to bring a girlfriend back to show your mother?" Yang Hong said.

"Mom..." Zhuo Yang rubbed his nose, feeling a little embarrassed. "...23 is not that old..."

Mom waved her hand. "Two things happened this year. First, you won the gold medal in the Golden Chopin Competition." Zhuo Yang nodded quickly.

"Second, it's only August now. You must find a girlfriend within this year. Not the kind of scandals in the newspapers, but the kind of serious girlfriend."

"Mom, have I ever had a girlfriend who wasn't serious?"

"Mom doesn't care!" Yang Hong, the head of the family, said firmly, "Next time you come back, at the latest this time next year, you must bring your girlfriend to see me."

"Mom..., does this... of yours count... as the legendary... forced marriage?"

"Hahahaha..." Zhuo Tongtong laughed heartily, and his hearty laughter shocked the stars in the pond.

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