[full-time master] immortal

We saw Grandpa at the exit of Hongqiao Railway Station, and standing with him were several ghosts who were staring at each other.Seeing their fairy-like appearances, I immediately recognized them as Lao Yu's teachers, masters and uncles.Logically speaking, the oldest one should be the teacher.However, since they have all turned into ghosts, and everyone looks about the same age, I can't recognize which one is the elder among the three.

The three ghost grandpas greeted Su Muqiu warmly, and sighed repeatedly that Su Muqiu looked very similar to his father in a rather substandard manner.This is really a very strange experience - a young man who has long passed away, not even in the ghost world, is vividly reappearing before our eyes through the description in other people's language.I imagined the appearance of Su Muqiu's father. According to them, his father should also be a very handsome young man. Standing with Aunt Su, he should also be a pair of quite seductive golden boy and jade girl.

It is a pity that we will never have the chance to see him again, whether in life or after death.

While Su Muqiu was chatting with the three masters, my grandfather pulled me aside and asked me to call a car on my phone and locate Fuxing Park.It turned out that Lao Shimen, like his grandfather, also belonged to the Shanghai school of psychics.In fact, the business of communicating between humans and ghosts existed as early as the pre-Qin period.Because businessmen are good ghosts, the academic center of this industry in the early days was in today's Henan area.Even though the history has been ups and downs, Yin-Yang scholars have been scattered all over the world, but if you look at their genealogy, most of them are from the Central Plains.During the Ming and Qing dynasties, when the territory of China was established, there were many schools of Fujian, Tibetan, and Liao contending.The Shanghai school is a very recent school, which was gradually formed after the opening of Shanghai.The Shanghai school not only inherited the yin and yang knowledge from the Central Plains people, but also absorbed the occult knowledge from the West, so the Shanghai school people called themselves psychics and gradually became famous in East China.It is said that the patriarch of the Shanghai School is a landlord with the surname Gu, and we respectfully call this patriarch Gu Zi.He even specially built a private garden in the French Concession at that time to house ghosts and guide apprentices.When the Gengzi Kingdom changed, the French Board of Directors forcibly bought the garden of Gu’s house for the French army to garrison.Fortunately, there was a French foreign ghost who had a good relationship with Gu Zi at that time, so he instructed Gu Zi to deal with the French, and finally he was able to reserve a secret room in a corner of the barracks to communicate with ghosts.After the French withdrawal, the Gujiazhai garden was rebuilt into a park by the Board of Directors. From Gujiazhai Park to later Fuxing Park, this park has undergone a hundred years of changes, but it has always retained a corner of Gujiazhai’s secret house.Most of the descendants of the Shanghai faction scattered around Shanghai today have the surname Gu.Therefore, the Fuxing Park with this secret room can be regarded as the Confucian Temple of our Shanghai-style psychics, and it is called "Gu Temple" by people in the industry. When my grandfather first accepted me as a disciple, he took me to Fuxing Park to pay homage to Gu. child image.

Lao Yu's master and uncle are all descendants of the Gu family, and they have been around a lot, and they can also gain a little relationship with grandpa.

According to them, when Su Muqiu's father was deployed in battle, the current situation was in turmoil. The psychic group was beaten into ghosts and monsters, and suffered a great blow. The Gu family's secret room was also smashed to pieces by young soldiers.They were afraid of getting into trouble, so they had to go to the sparsely populated wilderness.In the past 60 years, the situation has long been peaceful, so Fuxing Park has once again become a good choice for starting the battle.It is said that after a hundred years of accumulation, the Gu family's secret room in Fuxing Park is the place with the most spiritual power in the entire East China, and it no longer needs the power of lightning.

After listening to my grandfather's explanation, my confidence suddenly increased, and I felt a little more hopeful.But Grandpa soon told me that it is not possible to set up the formation immediately, but just take Su Muqiu to familiarize himself with the process.Through the ghosts wandering in Tibet, they finally found Lao Yu in a forest in Nyingchi.Although Lao Yu has lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests for the past 20 years, he has actually devoted himself to academic research.The most important subject he studied was the case of Su Muqiu's father.Lao Yu was really loyal, as soon as he got the news, he rushed back to the small wooden house he bought in Linzhi overnight, packed his luggage, brought a few important medicinal materials, bought a plane ticket, and rushed to Shanghai.There is no direct flight from Nyingchi Milin Airport to Shanghai Pudong International Airport, and there is a stopover, so Lao Yu reckons that he will arrive at least in the early hours of tonight.It is said that the Tibetan medicine he brought back has miraculous effects of reassuring the soul and stabilizing the spirit, which is of great benefit to Su Muqiu's formation.

Lao Yu was several years older than his grandfather, and he didn't know whether the sudden flight from Linzhi to Shanghai would cause any damage to his body.I feel ashamed in my heart.However, thinking of Su Muqiu's urgent situation, he had no choice but to put away the guilt in his heart and deal with it peacefully.

My grandfather and I took the express train, while Su Muqiu went to Gumiao led by three seniors.We got off at Yandang Road, walked into Fuxing Park, bypassed the colorful fountains and carpeted flower beds, walked past the statue of Marne without guilt, and came to the front of Gu's Secret House.This statue of Marne was built in the 80s of last century, and it is just opposite to the gate of Gu's Secret House.I didn't understand it when I was a child, but when I grew up, I read some history and philosophy, so I realized how black and humorous this arrangement is.Materialism and idealism are silently seeing each other in this space in their own ways.According to the ghosts who often live in Fuxing Park, sometimes the spirits of Marx and Engels would come to this land, staring up at their own statues, shaking their heads with a chuckle, with self-deprecating expressions in their eyes.

I pushed the door open and entered the room, just as I was about to step in, when I heard Su Muqiu's screams coming from inside.

"Ahhh——Xiaoqing, don't come in!"

I froze in place, in a dilemma for a while.The room in front of me was covered with a layer of black curtains. I couldn't see the situation in the back room, and I didn't dare to move. I hurriedly looked to Grandpa for help.Grandpa rushed into the house with a stride, and after asking about the situation, he lifted the curtain and walked out the door with a smile, letting me walk around by myself, leaving aside the affairs here.

"How can it be!" My first reaction was naturally to refuse, "I told Su Muqiu that he could be saved, I have to accompany him, and I have to be responsible to him."

Grandpa smiled deeper and looked more meaningful.He pushed me by the shoulder and pushed me out the door, saying, "I don't want Nong to be with me."

"How is it possible?" I didn't believe Grandpa's words, I still poked my head into the curtain as hard as I could, trying to break through Grandpa's block and enter the secret room to see what happened.

Finally, Grandpa couldn't resist me, so he went out and closed the door behind him, completely blocking my sight.The old man sighed for a long time, finally opened his mouth with difficulty, and said, "I want to take off my clothes in the formation, I don't want Lennon to see it."

"……what?"

I opened my eyes, and suddenly there was the snickering of the ghosts watching the fun beside me.I co-authored these ghosts just now to keep quiet, just to see the jokes of me, a fool?

"Then it's okay... Uh, well, Su Muqiu and I grew up together, I've never seen what he looks like... Uh." The more I talked, the more I felt that I lacked confidence, and in the end I didn't even have the turn Grandpa persuaded me again, and I turned my head and left in despair.It is said in ancient books that a spiritual person is like a doctor, and a doctor has a parental heart, and a spiritual person is no different.However, as a half-grown psychic, I questioned myself, but I had a guilty conscience, and I really couldn't completely concentrate on it.After I walked away in disgrace, the laughter behind me became louder, even mixed with grandpa's ridicule.Damn old man!

I buried my head and walked out of the winding flower bed.I originally wanted to take a stroll in the park, but I saw a few children dressed as middle school students not far away distributing questionnaires. I was afraid of trouble, so I carefully walked around those children and left the park.When I looked around at a loss, I remembered that there was a COSTA coffee in Sinan Mansion not far away.Thinking that Su Muqiu and the others wouldn't be able to end this for a while, I decided to go to the cafe and wait for them.

I took out my phone, flashed the Suishen code and the itinerary code, and successfully walked into the Sinan mansion.I was about to go to COSTA coffee, but I was suddenly attracted by the roll-up banner erected at the entrance of Sinan Literature House.In the center of the poster, there is a sentence written in a line of beautiful fonts - "Love is as blurred as the glass window of a public toilet." I remembered that today is Saturday, which happens to be the weekly Sinan Reading Club held by Sinan Literature House.When I was in graduate school, I would come to listen to it occasionally on weekends when I had nothing to do, but I couldn't find the time after work.I took a closer look, and it turned out to be the reading sharing session of the new book "Lied Life of Adults" by Italian writer Elena Ferrante.I haven't had time to read the book, but have read her Naples tetralogy in its entirety.Two of the three guests are old acquaintances in the literary world, but the name of the third one is very strange.Ling Shuang, with a proud and clean name, was simply introduced on the poster as a well-known feminist blogger.

I raised my head and looked at the scenery inside the House of Literature through the blurred glass windows of the mansion.In the dark, there seemed to be a mysterious force pulling me to push the door and walk into the room.

The event seems to have come to an end in the audience interaction session.A gentle girl wearing glasses raised a question about the ending of the novel, and just threw it at the guest named Ling Shuang: "In many civilizations in the East and the West, the body of a girl is a sacred body." However, Ferrante always conveys the idea in his book that only by desacrificing his own body through self-blasphemy can a girl truly enter the adult life. May I ask Teacher Ling Shuang how to deal with this kind of plot? Woolen cloth?"

If it were elsewhere, such a 20-year-old girl's words would be shocking and outrageous.However, in the living room of this mansion, under the warm and peaceful warm yellow light, all this is gently tolerated and accepted.There are many gray-haired old men among the readers, but they also smiled, watching the girl hand the microphone to the host, and the host handed it to the guest Ling Shuang.

Ling Shuang took the microphone.The first thing I saw was her wrist.Pure and spotless—that was my initial impression of her.The pair of white and slender hands held the microphone, and then the clear voice was amplified by the microphone and filled every corner of the room.

"If I were to comment on Ferrante's treatment of the girl's body and mind, I would only give four words." My gaze moved up slowly, and finally settled on that dignified and elegant face , I can recognize her without any effort, she is always the most perfect girl in my mind.She laughed, and when she smiled, there were dimples, "Shocking."

It's sister Ning Xuan.

She simply stated her reasons.She believes that this is exactly an act of disenchanting tradition.Under the traditional discipline, girls should be pure, innocent, innocent and passive. They just need to be like a well-dressed lily of the valley, quietly waiting for a man to open and love, and they don't need to have their own language.However, the girl described by Ferrante is a fresh, savage and heterogeneous force, with a momentum to smash everything and destroy everything.Only by destroying the tradition through blasphemy, can this group of rebellious and brave girls truly gain sovereignty over their own bodies and their own lives.It's astonishing and touching.She quoted the translator Chen Ying's comment, saying: "In Ferrante's works, the girl's body is not a delicate flower, but a battlefield, where a bloody war for sovereignty is waged."

After saying this, she continued to quote and quote Edith Wharton's "The Age of Innocence".She evaluated this work as a legacy of British and American literature.In the book, the author Wharton created two female characters, which can be referred to by two kinds of flowers-yellow rose and lily of the valley.Just like Eileen Chang's red and white roses, these two groups of women form a kind of mirror-like contrast.However, when I turned to the last page, I found that on top of this traditional stereotype of women, the author has carried out a reversal: the seemingly sharp and new yellow rose is gentle and old-fashioned, while the innocent bell Orchids are powerful goddesses of the hunt.Ning Xuan laughed again. She said that the girls' war against tradition had already begun.

She put down the microphone, and there was polite applause.The next few questions were for the other two guests. She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and her eyes began to wander around aimlessly.

Then she saw me.

She was stunned for a moment, and then, like me, she recognized me without any effort.She bent her eyes and smiled, and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, with shallow pear dimples, more moving than the girl in my memory.

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The author has something to say: Hello everyone!Happy start of school! (×)

This chapter is a transitional chapter, with many settings and not much progress in the plot, so let's update it on the last day of the winter vacation.

In fact, I wrote this chapter very frankly. The first half of the chapter was nonsense about the history of Shanghai’s opening of the port, and the second half was about women’s literature. After writing it excitedly, I realized: Huh?Where is my hero?What about my big umbrella brother?Why was it written off by me?

The city scenery near Fuxing Park is really good. I once took a Singaporean girl to the park, and I did meet a group of middle school students distributing questionnaires.It just so happened that the topic they were working on was Chinese traditional culture, and they dragged us to chat for a long time.I told them, you are so lucky, not everyone can accidentally interview a Singaporean Chinese lady in the park hhhh Sinan Literature House is also a good place for literature lovers on weekends, every lecture will meet I saw many elderly grandparents who were quite leisurely and elegant.However, I am also a half-hearted amateur when it comes to literature. I also refer to a lot of materials in the part of the article about women's literature, and I hope it is not written badly.

Everyone can start a countdown to the end!