Mystery Makes Me Strong

Zhao Han couldn't figure it out, but it was hard to find others to ask, so he could only hold it in his heart and celebrate Teacher Wu's wonderful encounter with others.

"Congratulations to Mr. Wu, Wencheng Wude, master soon." She showed off what she didn't know where she came from, and complimented her with half-baked words.

"Okay, don't congratulate me anymore, I'm sorry, everyone, I'll take a break first." Wu Liansong cupped his hands at everyone.

Everyone nodded and stopped disturbing him.

Everyone is not a fool, and they can vaguely sense each other's true mood.

That was not the joy after being promoted, but a state of desolation and heavy sadness.

Wen Rensheng looked at Wu Liansong and shook his head slightly.

Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise, how could it be a blessing...

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At night, just as Wen Rensheng was about to go to bed, there was a knock on the door, and then Ouyang Ling walked in mysteriously, and then closed the door.

"Son, write a poem with me too..." she demanded.

"Uh..." Wen Rensheng was very helpless. Sure enough, everyone wanted to cheat, but after all, this was his mother, so he could only nod, and then said, "Let me check it for you first."

Ouyang Ling sat on a stool obediently, like a primary school student.

Wen Rensheng stretched out a trace of mist and probed in.

"Ouyang Ling, mystery degree: 79."

"Mysterious composition: Seed of love, expert-level mysterious speaking skills, expert-level eagle eyes, expert-level mysterious resistance, intermediate youth skills..."

Well, almost achieved a mystery expert.

Wen Rensheng thought about it, and the connotation of love is very broad, but the most profound and most touching is the love of mother and child, because this is the love with the highest probability of occurrence, the most frequent, and the most sacrificial spirit.

With the theme determined, he began to activate his memory.

With that, he began to chant:

"When a person is born, the sun rises. It is slow to go up the mountain, but it is difficult to go down the mountain."

"Thirty-six thousand dynasties in a hundred years, the division will be strong for half a day at night."

"Singing and dancing must be done early, yesterday is better than today."

"People see that it is good to have a man and a woman, but they don't know that men and women make people grow old."

This is a poem by Wang Jian, a former poet of the Tang Dynasty. It is not well-known, but it is very realistic. It describes the real experience of every parent.

Before becoming a parent, it seems to be aging very slowly, there is always time, after becoming a parent, life comes to an end.

After listening to it once, Ouyang Ling memorized it in her heart and recited it slowly.

Sure enough, his son loves him the most, and he always remembers his suffering.

Hmph, old man, you are still not as good as yourself.

"I seem to have some feelings. I'll go back to retreat first. Don't let your father bother me." After repeating it twice, Ouyang Ling ordered, got up and left immediately.

"Understood, you go." Wen Rensheng agreed, and sent his mother out of the room.

Turning around, he talked to his father. Wen Rende didn't care, but said with some disdain: "It's okay, it's very rare for a person to make a breakthrough with just one poem, and she can do it one after another? She is usually heartless. , but I haven't accumulated any emotions..."

"Maybe so." Wen Rensheng naturally wouldn't argue with him.

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Two days later, Wen Rensheng got a task assigned by the Inspectorate—to teach painting skills to a group of ordinary people...

"You have master-level academic teaching, so let you do an experiment first, and we will gradually develop these courses for ordinary people in the future." Liu Xuncha explained to him in this way.

"Oh, in this way, it can strengthen the connection between aliens and ordinary people." Wen Rensheng nodded.

"Sigh, getting too close is not necessarily a good thing. People always feel awe and obedience to things that are far away from them. If they get too close, they will covet them like competing for the throne of our feudal dynasty." Liu The inspector sighed.

"As long as they walk on the right path, ordinary people still know what is good and what is bad, and they don't have to worry too much. Our people will never do evil for inexplicable reasons." Wen Rensheng reassured.

He is very confident about it.

"Well, that's true. It's for their own good. I believe everyone can see clearly." Liu Xuncha smiled.

Afterwards, Wen Rensheng followed Liu Xunzhan and participated in a painting teaching.

The students who came to participate in the study were not young people, but some old men and women... There were quite a few of them, who were enough to be Wen Rensheng's grandfather.

"You really know how to lead people into the pit," Wen Rensheng said helplessly, "No wonder you want me to teach."

"This is the way with the least impact. Old men and women are all retired. Instead of being short-tempered every day, it is better to learn some art and realize your dreams when you are young. Who doesn't want to be a great painter, writer, or star when they are young... ..." Liu Xuncha explained.

"It's true." Wen Rensheng agreed.

Afterwards, Wen Rensheng began to teach hundreds of old people. The inspectorate had already sent someone to complete the teaching plan for him. What he had to do was very simple, just follow the scriptures.

It's like repeating it all over again.

But people are like this, the same words, different people say, the degree of acceptance of others is different, or even completely opposite.

The same is true now.

"Painting is a skill that has both artistic significance and important practical effects. It accompanies the birth of human civilization, even much earlier than the emergence of civilization. It is the source of words and the record of civilization... "

Emphasize the meaning first, so that everyone can draw attention.

"It can help us leave our own traces in this world. Compared with words, paintings are easier to remember, because people are visual animals, and it is easier to remember images rather than words and numbers."

With the narration, coupled with the use of master-level teaching techniques, the old men and women who were originally a little restless, all of them are like elementary school students, and they have truly lived and learned as they grow old.

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At the end of the talk, many old ladies were there sighing.

"Oh, my lost youth... If I had met such a teacher earlier, I would not have given up painting and become an ordinary textile worker."

This is what an 86-year-old lady said, just like a young literary and artistic woman in the sunset.

"I want to paint it, to paint my whole life. The teacher said well, the photos can't be full of my feelings. My feelings can only be contained by carving with my own hands." Another old man nodded.

Now the old man started to draw a doll with a big head...that was his past self as he saw from photos and videos.

"Dad, Mom..." Some old people fell into long-term memories.

Wen Rensheng suddenly found that the firepower was a bit fierce. Although the old people who came to study had had physical examinations, he still found that some people were over-excited and their physical signs changed drastically.

Alas, the textbooks written by these professionals, coupled with their own master-level teaching skills, are really amazing.

In fact, it's not bad. After all, whether it's for yourself or others, it's better for these old people to learn some art and attract their attention back than to be deceived and have a miserable old age.