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As expected, Ji Qi was full of praise for the cooking skills of the cook Chun Yan, and the bowl of braised pork went straight into his stomach. Le Jing felt that if he hadn't been watching from the side, Ji Qi would have licked the entire bowl.

Since ancient times in China, it has been easy to build relationships at the wine table. Now Le Jing can't drink, but within one meal (with the blessing of braised pork) the relationship between the two is getting closer and closer. At the end of the meal, Ji Qi made a direct decision: "We are so familiar with each other, so don't call me sir, director or anything like that. It's too unfamiliar. My name is Ji'an, you can just call me Ji Ji'an."

So Le Jing said: "I'm not as old as Xiuguan and I don't have words, so just call me by my name."

"Okay, Jingran." Ji Qi said earnestly, "Since we both call each other by our first names, I would like to ask you a favor."

Le Jing said calmly: "You tell me first." Is there something wrong with the script? Or want to reduce royalties?

If it's the former, let's discuss it if we can, but he will never give in on issues involving principles. As for the latter, he doesn't care about money, as long as Ji Qi can spend all the money he saves on movies.

"Your cook's skills are really amazing! It's the first time I've eaten such delicious braised pork!" Ji Qi begged with a red face: "Call the cook out for a while, I want to discuss it with her. Cooking skills.”

Le* habitually thinks too much* Jing:...

Boss Ji, is your character a foodie?

Le Jing revealed his little thought, "You don't want to ask the cook directly for the secret recipe of braised pork, do you?"

Ji Qi quickly said: "Of course it's not for nothing, I will spend money to buy it!"

Le Jing said: "Her recipe for braised pork was brought as a dowry by her mother, and it has been passed down from family to family. I'm afraid I won't sell it to you easily."

Ji Qi refused to give up, "Just call someone over and ask! What if!"

"Let me tell you first, I won't speak for you. This is Chunyan's recipe. Naturally, you have to follow her opinion."

"Hey, you don't have to say that. It's up to the other person to make the decision!"

After Chun Yan came over and listened to Ji Qi's request, she frowned slightly and glanced at Le Jing with some confusion. Le Jing immediately said, "Don't worry about me. Your recipe is naturally yours to decide."

So Chunyan shook her head and replied sheepishly: "This recipe is a secret recipe passed down from my mother's family. It is only passed down within the family. Before, my family was so poor that we could hardly open the pot. My mother didn't even sell this recipe. If I sell it now, my mother will never let me go."

Although Ji Qi was a little disappointed, he was not an unreasonable person. He expressed his understanding on the spot and joked: "My girl's skills are enough to open a restaurant. It's a pity to just be a cook."

Chunyan's face turned red immediately, and she said sheepishly: "Sir, you are joking. With my skills as a three-legged cat, how can I be qualified to open a restaurant?"

Le Jing answered: "I think what Ji'an said is right. In my opinion, Chunyan's craftsmanship is already top-notch. If you open a store, your business will be very good."

Le Jing didn't lie.

Affected by the wave of globalization in later generations, Lejing's tongue can be said to have tasted delicacies from all over the world. In this era when there are few seasonings, Chunyan can impress his tongue, which has experienced many battles in later generations, because of her outstanding craftsmanship. The best proof. In his opinion, the food cooked by some modern restaurants with century-old names is not as delicious as Chunyan's!

Chunyan was dubious about their flattery, "Sir, are you telling the truth? Are you trying to trick me?"

Although he knew that this would cost him an excellent cook, Le Jing still said sincerely: "It's true. I've eaten in some foreign restaurants, and the steaks they cook there are not as delicious as your braised pork." !”

Ji Qi also spoke up and said, "About Ji, with Miss Chunyan's skills, the restaurant you open will surely become popular throughout Beiping City, and you will also become a great female entrepreneur by then."

Chunyan was made dizzy by the compliment, and her heart was beating as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

Le Jing quickly cooled down the girl's heated head: "If you want to open a restaurant, you must at least save enough capital."

Chunyan immediately regained her composure, laughing in her heart that she hadn't even mentioned the matter before, so she started to think about it. Even if she did have that skill, it would be in vain if she had no money. No matter what, the right way for her to continue saving money is now.

Seeing her regaining her composure so quickly, Le Jing felt a flash of appreciation in his heart.

So he said a few more words: "Actually, it doesn't require a lot of money. With Chunyan's current financial strength, he can set up a small breakfast shop on the roadside, sell some simple and delicious food, and save enough for opening a shop in the future. Funds." Seeing Chunyan's eyes getting brighter, Le Jing simply sent Buddha to the west: "Our family is simple, so we don't need to spend much time on it. You can go straight to setting up a stall on the road after you make breakfast for us. "

Chunyan was so excited that she almost cried, but she kept bowing to Le Jing to thank her: "Thank you, thank you sir, thank you so much, you are such a good person!"

Le Jing laughed loudly: "You don't need to thank me. The craftsmanship is your own. I just said a few more words. It depends on you whether you can succeed in the end. Happiness is not given by God, but created by your own hands. of."

Chunyan nodded heavily, looking at Le Jing with glistening gratitude in her black eyes, "I understand what sir means, I will prepare for this matter carefully, and I will definitely not let you down!"

Now she realizes that her life was in vain! It was as if a hand helped dispel the fog in front of her eyes. For the first time, she could see the direction she was heading so clearly, and it was also the first time she had a clear plan for the future. The road in front of her may be winding, bumpy and hard, but she knows how delicious and sweet the fruit at the end will be.

At this moment, Le Jing had no idea what kind of surprise his unintentional reminder would give him in the future. In fact, in the final analysis, it is just people who do not accept their fate and seize the opportunities given by fate more tightly.

…

After Le Jing and Ji Qi talked for a while, Ji Qi said goodbye. He was going to take the train back to Shanghai this afternoon. He can't wait to make a big splash in Shanghai and move "Memoirs of a Courtesan" to the big screen so that more people can see it.

Le Jing sent the person to the station. When leaving, Ji Qi suddenly smiled and said: "It looks like I will be able to read an excellent article soon."

Le Jing: "?"

Ji Qi pointed at his eyes and said with a smile: "Ever since we met those beggars at noon, your eyes have been filled with lion-like anger. A man with such eyes will not be willing to remain silent. He will definitely What are you doing with your weapons?" He lowered his eyes and looked at the young man's white, soft, harmless hands hanging naturally by his side. They were so weak, as if they could be broken with just a little force, but he knew this. Just an illusion. These are the hands of a scholar. Like countless predecessors in history, these hands are about to take up the most terrifying weapons in the world. His thoughts will turn into eternal words and fall into the sky of human justice and conscience. above.

Le Jing was silent for a few seconds, then replied with a wry smile: "I thought I hid it well, but I didn't expect it to be seen through so quickly."

"Thoughts are the most terrifying weapons in the world, and they are not so easy to hide." Ji Qi raised his eyes and stared at the clear eyes of the young man in front of him, smiling extremely happily and contentedly: "I guess we will have cooperation again soon. Opportunity.”

Le Jing smiled and stretched out his hand: "Then I look forward to our next cooperation."

Ji Qi squeezed back tightly, with a fire that never goes out in his eyes, and there is also a lion hidden in it. He said seriously: "I know what I say may sound like a big deal, but I really feel that our cooperation will go down in history. People like you and I are destined not to settle for the ordinary, but always to make a splash." One fight is all it takes to live in this world.”

Le Jing also smiled and said: "I don't know what my reputation will be after my death, but I can be sure that you, Ji Ji'an, will definitely leave a name in history books in the future and be admired by countless future generations." You will become a signpost of the times and guide the direction of an era. Even if future generations only have a brief glance at you in history books, they will be fascinated by you.

Ji Qi smiled, taking this as a reciprocal compliment, and gave Le Jing a big hug, "I'm leaving, I'll wait for you in Shanghai."

Le Jing also knew that if he continued to seek death like this, sooner or later he would have to go to the concession in Shanghai to hide from the limelight. Although Tianjin also has concessions, and it is the city with the most concessions in the country, Tianjin is too close to Peiping, and the concessions are mixed, so there must be spies and intelligence agencies from the Peking government. So naturally it is safer in Shanghai where the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and it is also very convenient to sneak into foreign countries from Shanghai.

Le Jing Chen said sincerely: "I hope we can meet later."

…

It was already after five o'clock in the afternoon when Le Jing saw off Ji Qi and set off on his way home. It was already dark, and bright lanterns were hung on both sides of the street. From time to time, you could see a shopkeeper in a long coat sitting at the door of the shop with his sleeves tucked in, his face covered with rough lines like tree bark. A few beggars on crutches sang "Pear Blossoms Fall" in front of a hotel, but were rudely kicked away by the waiter.

The rickshaw turned around and passed the back entrance of the hotel. The worker poured a bucket of foul-smelling swill into the trash can, and several wild dogs greedily buried their heads in it and swallowed it. Several skeleton-like children shouted loudly and beat away the wild dogs with sticks, only to have the opportunity to crowd in front of the trash can and swallow swill like dogs.

As the rickshaw continued to move forward, a wild prostitute with her breasts exposed stood at the alleyway and loudly greeted business, winking at the passing scene; a tired mother hugged her child tightly and huddled in the corner, her tattered single clothes in late autumn Shivering in the cold wind; the corpses of several children were thrown into the night train out of the city, and their destination was a mass grave outside the city...

at the same time.

A pot-bellied man got into a classic car with a graceful and luxurious woman in his arms; a boy carrying a schoolbag and wearing an exquisite school uniform sat on a rickshaw and ate snacks; a well-dressed gentleman stood up accompanied by a lady, leaving behind a "messy cup and plate" with intact dishes on the dining table...

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the age of faith, it was the age of doubt; it was the season of light , this is a dark season; this is the spring of hope, this is the winter of despair; people have everything in front of them, and people have nothing in front of them; people are embarking on the road to heaven, and people are heading straight for the gate of hell.

This is what Dickens wrote in "A Tale of Two Cities" in 1859, but it is still applicable today as 1925 is about to pass.

So the angry French people in A Tale of Two Cities sent the king and queen to the guillotine, and some young idealists in the Republic of China created a change that had not happened in China for three thousand years.

Le Jing sat on a rickshaw, and the old street scenes on both sides of the road quickly retreated in the driver's panting, but he knew that the spark of revolution had been ignited and the fire of revolution was coming.

On the way home, Le Jing thought a lot.

His disgust for the Republic of China originated from a domestic animation called "Sanmao's Wanderings".

"The mouth is bitter, the heart is spicy, who wipes the tears in the eyes, neon lights accompany high-rise buildings, rickshaws pull a flower, the alleys are really small, the streets are really big, countless alleys are not home, three hairs face the wind and rain, and a pair of small feet are printed on the beach of Shanghai. The sun is the father, the moon is the mother, the sky is big and the earth is big, where is the home. The bed is bricks, the pillow is tiles, and the body is covered with sunset..."

I don't know how many children's tears this song has brought. It was through this animation that Le Jing, who was six years old at the time, learned that not every child can sleep with a quilt, and not every child can eat enough.

Le Jing had always thought that the little girl next door was stupid. She was only silly and laughed every day. She was six years old but still couldn't read the adults' faces.

When Le Jing was two years old, he could keenly perceive his parents' emotions, and learned to be quiet when they were in a bad mood. When he was three years old, he learned to ask for pocket money from his face-saving father in front of guests.

He had always thought she was too stupid, but the little girl's father was Le Zhengye's boss, so Le Jing treated the little girl very well.

It was this little girl who had always been looked down upon by Le Jing, who sighed after watching "Sanmao's Wanderings" and said very maturely: "Children of poor people are like this. My cousin is in the countryside, just like Sanmao, she has never even eaten chocolate."

It was at that time that Le Jing suddenly realized that it was not the little girl who was stupid, but himself.

He relied on his intelligence and thought he had the whole world at his fingertips, and was complacent about it. But the world he thought was nothing more than his family and school. He regarded a tiny corner of the world as the whole world.

His knowledge was not even as good as that of a little girl whose IQ was not as good as his.

At that moment, Le Jing felt inexplicably ashamed.

It was not until a long time later, after Le Jing had read many books and visited many places, that he understood the reason for his shame at that time - he was ashamed of his ignorance and narrow-mindedness of having the world as his own.

There is a saying that poverty limits our imagination, but being rich also limits our imagination. Children picked up by school buses certainly cannot imagine that there will be children who have to rush to school on dozens of miles of mountain roads before dawn, and people who spend one dollar on the bus certainly cannot understand that someone will walk more than ten kilometers in the sun to save one dollar.

That's why Le Jing likes "Sanmao Wanderings" so much. This animation opens a window for children in the peaceful and prosperous years, letting them understand that their current life is not taken for granted, and the world they live in does not represent the whole world.

It was only after that that Le Jing put away his sharp edge and became more and more peaceful.

All his positive changes were caused by Sanmao, and now that he is relatively mature, he has returned to Sanmao's era.

This is really an interesting reincarnation.

In this case, as a beneficiary, he should do something for Sanmao of this era.

As a weak scholar who is powerless, the only thing Le Jing can do is to use the pen in his hand to draw a warm and bright fairy tale world for the street children of this era.

This may not change anything, and it can even be said to be a kind of hypocrisy.

Because a story will not stop wars, nor natural disasters, and it is even more impossible to become food to fill the stomachs of hungry children. It is just a match that the little match girl lit before she died, and it has nothing but some false illusions and weak heat.

However, it will glow.

In the dark night when you can't see your hand in front of you, the light of a match can illuminate the road under your feet; in the cold winter with ice and snow, the temperature of a flame can support the frozen people to continue moving forward.

Those who have never seen the light cannot yearn for it. Because it is impossible for people to yearn for something they cannot understand.

Le Jing wanted to use the fairy tale of a street kid who fought back against adversity and finally became successful to tell tens of millions of children in old China that no one is born hungry, and no one is born to be poor all their lives.

They can have enough food, go to school, and find a job that can make a living... As long as they are hardworking, tenacious, brave and fearless like a lion, and ambitious like a wolf, they will definitely survive.

Le Jing knew that this was just a bowl of chicken soup, but as long as this bowl of chicken soup can rekindle the hope of the future for a desperate child, then this bowl of chicken soup is valuable.

When he returned home, it was already past six o'clock. Chunyan had already prepared the meal, and Li Shuran was sitting at the dining table waiting for him. Le Jing picked up the bowl and asked Li Shuran: "How is your study recently?"

Li Shuran said excitedly: "The teacher praised me, saying that I made rapid progress and studied hard. Today the teacher taught us a poem, saying that it was written by an emperor in the Song Dynasty, and I can recite it!"

Le Jing said: "That's amazing, recite it to me."

Li Shuran's clear voice of reciting a poem soon rang out in the room: "A rich family does not need to buy good farmland, as there are thousands of bushels of grain in books. A comfortable home does not need to build a high building, as there is a golden house in books. Do not hate the lack of a good matchmaker when marrying a wife, as there is a beauty in books. Do not hate no one to accompany you when going out, as there are many carriages and horses in books. If a man wants to fulfill his life's ambition, he should study the Five Classics diligently in front of the window."

Le Jing nodded and asked: "What do you think of this poem?"

"Of course it is a good poem, as the emperor is advising people to study. But I think the third and last sentences of the poem should be changed now."

"How do you want to change it?"

Li Shuran smiled and recited: "It should be changed to 'Do not hate the lack of a good matchmaker when marrying a wife, as there is a beauty in books' and 'If men and women want to fulfill their life's ambition, they should study the Five Classics diligently in front of the window'." She smiled and said: "It is a new era now, and men and women should study hard."

Le Jing was somewhat relieved, thinking that at the beginning of the year, the little girl still believed that women were virtuous if they were not talented. Sure enough, reading can open up wisdom and reason.

"You are right." Le Jing smiled and said, "I believe you know the benefits of reading without me telling you. I hope that no matter what happens in the future, no matter how difficult the predicament you are in, you will not give up reading."

Li Shuran nodded vigorously, "I will definitely do it." She already understood the meaning of "living soberly" in her brother's words that day. Although she still can't explain it clearly now, she feels happy to read, and the process of learning new knowledge is very interesting. She feels that she is getting better and better, which is enough.

...

After dinner, Le Jing came to the study and started writing a new series.

He first wrote a few elegant cursive characters on the white manuscript paper: Wandering Adventure.

This is the name of his new book.

He plans to set the protagonist as a seven-year-old boy who lost his family during the famine. Out of some bad taste, he named him Damao.

Da Mao wandered alone in the huge city of Beiping, and therefore encountered many bizarre and strange people and things. The whole text has a strong magical realism color.

The novel begins with a hungry Da Mao sitting at the door of a rich man's house, communicating with a stone lion that is about to be demolished. The stone lion was once placed at the door of the family's house by the ancestors during the Qing Dynasty. Later, the stone lion's owner has gone through many ups and downs, and the stone lion has remained silent at the door as always.

Later, the Qing Dynasty collapsed and a new government was established, but the stone lion was still as new as before.

"Because I have become a monster, monsters have a long lifespan." The stone lion told Da Mao.

Da Mao asked curiously: "If that's the case, why don't you run away? They are about to tear you down!"

The stone lion said: "The ancestor of this house has done me a favor. I promised him that I would guard his door for three hundred years after his death to protect his descendants. The three hundred years have not yet come, and I can't leave."

Da Mao was anxious: "If you don't run away, you will die!" He thought for a while, and then said: "They must not know that you are a monster, so they did this. If you tell them, they will definitely not tear you down!"

The stone lion was silent for a while, but said: "If I am alive, I will always protect this family because of the agreement. Only when I die, this family will lose my protection and suffer the retribution they deserve."

So the stone lion told Da Mao a long and long story about the evil deeds of this family.

Some people raped women, some abducted children, some killed people like flies, and some forced good people into slavery... All kinds of evil deeds can only be described as having no conscience and worse than beasts.

Damao was so angry that he couldn't help cursing, "It's really blind that such a person can live to this day!"

The stone lion was silent for a while, then said to Damao, "Go away, stay away from here, come back in a week. The things buried under my feet are given to you. Dig at night and don't let anyone see you."

Da Mao left. He came here again a week later and found that the house had become a ruin.

I heard from the neighbors that the day after Damao left, the night when the workers dismantled the stone lion, a purple thunder struck the house fiercely, and the house soon caught fire.

The fire burned for three days and three nights without extinguishing, and the carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions and towers built with the money of the people were burned clean.

The neighbors said, "I told them a long time ago that dismantling the stone lions would bring disaster, but they just didn't listen!"

Da Mao cried very sadly. He was the only one who knew that this was not a disaster, but the retribution of the cycle of cause and effect in exchange for the stone lion's death.

Da Mao cried for a long time before he remembered what the stone lion told him before it died. He waited patiently until night, and then dug out a bag of orange copper coins from where the stone lion had stood.

Da Mao cried again. The stone lion didn't know that these ancient coins from the Qing Dynasty could not be spent in the Republic of China.