"Haha, did I meet my soulmate on the way back to my hometown?" The old man has wide forehead and thin eyes, a long-lived eyebrow is raised on the front of the eyebrow, and a tuft of goatee on the chin, black and white variegated. He looked happy at this time and pinched Pinched beard.

"I really don't understand. I just like to read books. I read a lot, read a lot, and have no culture." Shen Dapeng smiled low-key, and what he said was true.

"Old man, don't listen to him being humble. He is a student of Mizuki University and the national champion in liberal arts. If he is uneducated, how can other students live!!"

Shen Dapeng kept a low profile, but Wang Xueying liked to be troublesome. She told the uncle Shen Dapeng's identity, and then shook her head with a smug smirk, looking like she was not beaten.

"Oh? Students of Shuimu University, then we still have some fate. I am very close to you. My wife and I are both teachers at Yanjing University!"

"Hello, gentlemen!" Shen Dapeng immediately bowed to salute. He knew how to respect the old traditions and respected more knowledgeable people, especially seeing the old couple with white hair, full of quiet and peaceful scroll atmosphere, and felt more respect.

"Don’t be polite, it’s too polite! I’m a professor in the Department of Buddhism and Philosophy at Yenching University, Qian Huaili, everyone likes to call me Qian Lao, although the last name is more material, fortunately there is a courtesy character in the name! This is My wife, Yang Yun, is a professor in the Chinese Department of Yenching University."

"Good old Qian, good Mr. Yang! My name is Shen Dapeng, and I am a freshman in the School of Environment of Shuimu University!" Shen Dapeng bowed slightly and politely, and Mr. Yang responded with a smile.

"Call me husband? Sit down, sit down and talk!"

The two old men were kind, and Shen Dapeng was not stuck with the unintentional etiquette, and sat next to Qian Lao.

"Shen Dapeng, show great plans, Kunpeng travels, good name, you are the national liberal arts champion? Liberal arts, why not choose our Yanjing University?" Qian Lao arranged an antique sandalwood bookmark neatly and closed the book tenderly. It can be seen from this delicate behavior that he is a person who respects books and culture.

"Because... a promise!!" Shen Dapeng hesitated for a moment and responded with a wry smile.

"Promise?" Qian Lao's age, not to mention the vicissitudes of life, definitely read countless people. Hearing the word promise, she slowly raised her head to look at Wang Xueying on the upper bunk.

"Don't look at me like that. His blind promise has nothing to do with me!" Wang Xueying didn't become a back-pot man, complaining like a complaint, and took a quiet look at Shen Dapeng.

"The weird girl is very similar to my granddaughter!"

Old Qian was kind-eyed and turned his kind gaze back to Shen Dapeng, "You studied in Shuimu School...Environment College? I don't seem to have heard of it!"

"It hasn't been a few years since the institute was established! Now the natural environment is getting worse and worse, and many man-made natural disasters occur frequently. I wonder if I can learn some knowledge and culture, and make some changes through my own meager power!"

"Oh! The current environment should change! When we were young, the water was clear, the mountains were green, the sky was blue, and the clouds were white. Look at the present... Ten years later, people don’t know what is meant by beautiful mountains and beautiful lakes and mountains!"

"Indeed, I think the same as you, but I don't want the future to become that unbearable!"

"So unbearable? How unbearable? Could it be that you have seen the world in decades?"

"No, no, how could I have seen it!"

Old Qian was just a joke, but Shen Dapeng felt inexplicably nervous, and couldn't help sighing that he was worthy of teaching philosophy. He spoke with doubts. Fortunately, he didn't lie. He really hadn't seen the world in decades. He only saw it. The terrible situation ten years later.

"Dapeng, you have chosen the right major! Now the country has begun to attach importance to environmental issues. It can be seen from the establishment of environmental colleges and departments in some universities across the country that this major issue is being discussed from top to bottom. Period, there will be a good future!"

"Old Qian, don't be fooled by Shen Dapeng. Do you think he is for the global environment? He is not as lofty as you think. He wants to start a company and make a lot of money.

Wang Xueying did not let go of any chance to scold Shen Dapeng, even in the presence of unfamiliar outsiders, she would not leave him any affection, even more venomous.

"No! No! Dapeng doesn't have the wolfish ambition in the bones of a businessman! He is a kind person."

"Old Qian, your evaluation of me is too high, I can't stand it!" Everyone is willing to listen to good words and flattery. Only when Shen Dapeng and two generations together can reach the age of'knowing the destiny', how can they be free from vulgarity?

"Life is like a day in the west, wealth is like frost on the grass! Should you have read the poems made by Mr. Li Shutong about ten years old?" Qian Lao asked as he wrote this sentence before the preface of his "Uncle Li Simultaneous Biography" Poem, and handed it to Shen Dapeng, his eyes flashed with a different kind of light.

"This...I have read this poem, but I really don't know that it was made by Mr. Li Shutong when he was ten years old. With such a thorough understanding of life, it is no wonder that he will become one of the four great monks in the Republic of China!"

Shen Dapeng sighed, but suddenly he thought of a sentence in his mind, "God horses are all floating clouds." Is it possible to understand Mr. Li Shutong's poem in this way? But he would definitely not say what he thought of. If Mr. Qian heard him, he still wouldn't think he didn't respect his teacher?

"Dapeng, the Buddhist language is cloudless, colorless and shapeless, without anger and madness! I give you this poem from Mr. Li Shutong, and this "Li Shutong Biography" is also given to you. I hope young people will be less greedy, anger, and ignorance. More truth, goodness and beauty!"

"Thank you, Mr. Qian!" Shen Dapeng took the book sent by Mr. Qian~lightnovelpub.net~, looking at the line of verses on it, and muttering in his mouth, colorless and shapeless, without anger and madness, but I don’t know if he can do it. , At least, people who are obsessed in their hearts can't easily forget it!

During the long journey, there was nothing interesting except for chatting with Qian Lao Neng, eating snacks and dozing off, occasionally walking around in a panic, looking out the window and rushing to the front of the homeland before going back to sleep.

Before dawn, Qian Lao and his wife got out of the car in Province L. They thanked Shen Dapeng and Wang Xueying, and left them a bunch of Jinjing twists and preserved fruits to express their gratitude.

Shen Dapeng was holding "Uncle Li Simultaneous Biography" sent by Qian Lao, watching the above sentence, "Life is like the sun on the mountain, wealth is like frost on the grass", and he has insomnia.

In a lifetime, hurried for dozens of years, can a ‘horse of God’ really be regarded as a ‘floating cloud’?

As the train went all the way north, the temperature inside the car dropped significantly, the snow on both sides outside the car became thicker, and there were more and more fields. When the smooth plains entered the eyes, it was difficult to see a majestic mountain in the eyes. The train has entered the boundary of H Province.