Chapter 259 Knowledge is like a mirror

   The hearts of doctors and parents.

   There is a saying that says so.

   But in fact, this is very vague, just like the ancient times when officials were also called "parent officials".

   Xu Guangling studied medicine, it should be said that it was purely accidental. An old man, to a certain extent, changed the content of his life.

   But has the path of life changed because of this?

   Xu Guangling did not know.

   Studying medicine does not mean that you have to practice medicine, and even if you are a doctor, there are all kinds of things.

Seeing a few patients a day is called Congyi. Seeing a few patients a week is called Congyi. Seeing a few patients in a month is called Congyi. Seeing a few patients a year is called Congyi. Still called a doctor.

  Which kind will Xu Guangling be in the future?

   He himself doesn't know it now, and he didn't think that far.

   But at this time, completely out of his expectation, the teacher gave him such a patient. When things came to an end, in fact, it was useless to think about anything. The only thing Xu Guangling could do was the words "do your best".

   I did my best to be worthy of the unreserved teaching and cultivation of the elderly.

   is doing his best to verify that what he has learned during this period has really gained something, or is it just a pretence.

   I did my best for such a life that was just in the prime of its life.

   The little girl who had gray eyes when they first met, when she left, her eyes were bright and full of longing. At this point, Xu Guangling felt that if this little girl could not be cured, it would be cruel to her, but it would also be cruel to him. - He may never forget that look for the rest of his life.

   So the old man gave him more than just a patient.

   is a burden that can no longer be heavier.

   Even if his shoulders are still weak, Xu Guangling has no other choice.

   Take it up!

   In the end, these three words replaced everything, and Xu Guangling fell into a deep sleep with Xu Guangling.

   Going to bed around ten o'clock in the evening, and then waking up around midnight, this is Xu Guangling's routine during this time, and after waking up, having a full meal is also a necessary procedure.

   After a few days, today after dinner, Xu Guangling went to the park again.

   Been gone for days, um, night. The park is familiar, yet a little unfamiliar.

  Especially when the "Sky Eye" field of view is opened.

   The fog that permeated the entire park, including the back mountain, was even less than a few days ago! This made Xu Guangling basically certain that the decrease in fog may have his reasons, but at the same time, the change of seasons is also one of the reasons.

  Spring in summer, long in autumn, harvest in winter.

   Winter possession.

  In winter, the vitality of the trees converges to a certain extent, and the fog that comes from nowhere also converges?

  Xu Guangling now even thinks of taking a look at the north and south of the country. Go to the north outside the Great Wall to see if there is fog on the trees there. If so, what is the concentration in this season? Then there is the South, where the concept of "winter" does not exist very much. What about the trees there?

   But this small idea, of course, cannot be realized for the time being.

   But it doesn't really matter.

   "charged" the eleven bead strings in the bag, ten of them belonged to two elderly people, and only one was prepared for Chen Zhihe for the time being, but Xu Guangling himself did not charge it.

  This fog, Xu Guangling needs it very much, it has a huge impetus to his Fuxi Jue practice, but he is not a greedy person.

   If he continued to absorb it, the trees in this park might not only wither their leaves early, but some of them might even die. And this, in Xu Guangling's conception, is over.

   Although they are not living beings, they are still life after all.

Whether    is pedantic, stupid, or hypocritical, in a word, Xu Guangling will not do this when it is not absolutely necessary.

So, without absorbing it, he just sat quietly on the back bench in the park, Xu Guangling seemed to be leaning but not leaning, like sleeping but not sleeping, his eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, and after a while, the whole person's mental awareness was borrowed. With this fog, it is connected with the whole park.

   is connected not only to all the grass and trees in this park, but also to this land and a part of the land.

   There was no task to absorb the mist, and Xu Guangling didn't know what he was going to do that night. He originally planned to sit quietly until dawn.

   But slowly, without knowing it, something unexpected happened.

   In a trance, Xu Guangling felt that his body was expanding, expanding indefinitely, expanding to the entire park, and in the process of expanding, his body seemed to be "void".

  The sound of the wind.

   Actually, the weather was fine and there was no wind.

But at this time, Xu Guangling could clearly feel that countless tiny dust and water vapor were scattered in the sky and earth, and then, they were slightly turbulent with the breathing of countless plants and trees in this small world, and then, countless slight turbulence superimposed Together, they become the "wind".

   is like water grass, fluttering softly under the gentle river.

  Xu Guangling saw countless "water plants" composed of dust and water vapor, fluttering, moving, rolling, stretching in this small world...

  The sound of insects.

   In terms of seasons, it is already early winter, and it is located in the middle continent, not tropical, so there are very few insects that are still active in this situation.

However, whether it is active, resting, or hibernating in the ground, under the quilt, in the trunk, or at the root of a tree, all those little beings are breathing, and at this moment, All the breathing, whether normal or extremely slow, was like a candle in the dark night, burning in Xu Guangling's feelings.

   One, two, three.

  Three little beings perched under the bench he was sitting on.

   One of them was right under his feet, in a crack of bricks three inches below the ground.

Xu Guangling even further felt the limbs of this little guy, no, there were many limbs, holding a clod that was only about one-tenth the size of a grain of rice, um, let's call it a "clump", curled his body, in Meimei. To sleep soundly.

  Who is the first to realize the big dream? I have known myself all my life.

   Such a poem flashed in Xu Guangling's mind unexpectedly at this time.

   The fact is, in the rest of such a small or tiny life, Xu Guangling felt a kind of beauty that the world is quiet.

  The years are quiet.

   Well, another sentence that is not very appropriate.

  Four, five, six...seven, eight, nine...

  Xu Guangling remembered the gossip in the living room of Zhang's hometown.

   It's just that what he remembered at this time was not the content of those gossip, but tea.

  The old man should prefer to drink tea, and the conditions are sufficient. The tea he drinks is very good, whether it is well-known or unknown, and Xu Guangling has never drank pesticide residues.

   Very clean tea leaves.

  The tea leaves are poured into the water, and the taste slowly disperses in the water.

   Leaf water enters the mouth, and the taste slowly spreads between the mouth and tongue.

  After practicing Shennong Jue, Xu Guangling's tongue now includes the entire mouth, and his perception of taste has surpassed that of before.

   Yes, the tea water penetrates into the mouth little by little.

This feeling of    is something Xu Guangling has experienced many times.

   And now, a similar feeling appeared in his consciousness, Xu Guangling's feeling slowly spread out, from near to far, feeling all the little lives in this small world...

Unconsciously.

  The night has passed, and the dawn has come.

In the dim light, countless dewdrops soaked the grass in front of Xu Guangling, so when he opened his eyes, the first thing Xu Guangling saw and the first thing his consciousness felt was this crystal, this jade, this Cool, this is beautiful.

   Then, he unconsciously smiled.

   Twenty-four thousand three hundred and ninety-one.

  This park includes the number of all the little lives in the back mountain.

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  Thanks to "Xiaodaotong Qingxu" for the support of the recommendation ticket.

  Thanks to the monthly ticket of "Bamboo House".

   (end of this chapter)