Chapter 738

"Ha ha, did I meet a bosom friend on my way home?" The old man has a broad forehead and fine eyes. He has a wisp of longevity eyebrows on his eyebrows. He has a cluster of goatee on his chin. It's black and white. At this time, he looks happy and pinches his beard.

"I really don't understand. I just like reading. I read a lot, read a lot, and have no culture." Shen Dapeng's low-key smile is a fact.

"Don't listen to his modesty, sir. He is a student of Shuimu University and the top scholar of Liberal Arts in China. If he has no culture, how can other students live!!"

Shen Dapeng kept a low profile, but Wang Xueying liked to be fussy. She told uncle Shen Dapeng's identity, and then shook her head with a proud smile.

"Oh? Students of Shuimu University, we have some fate. I'm very close to you. My wife and I are teachers of Yanjing University! "

"Hello, gentlemen!" Shen Dapeng immediately bowed and saluted. He understood the tradition of respecting the elderly and respected knowledgeable people. In particular, he looked at the old couple with white hair and full of quiet and peaceful Book breath.

"You're welcome. It's very polite! I'm Qian Huaili, a professor in the Department of Buddhism and philosophy of Yanjing University. Everyone likes to call me Qian Lao. Although my surname is a little more materialistic, it's good that there is a word "Li" in my name! This is my wife, Yang Yun, a professor in the Chinese Department of Yanjing University. "

"Good old Qian, good Mr. Yang! My name is Shen Dapeng. I'm a freshman in the school of environment, Shuimu University! " Shen Dapeng bowed politely, and Mr. Yang smiled back.

"Call me sir? Sit down and talk! "

The two old people were kind, and Shen Dapeng did not stick to the red tape and unintentional etiquette, so he sat next to Qian.

"Shen Dapeng, show your ambition and Kunpeng roams. Good name. Are you the number one in the National Liberal Arts? Liberal arts, why not choose us Yanjing University? " Qian Lao neatly arranged an antique sandalwood bookmark and gently closed the book. This delicate move can be seen 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.

"Commitment?" Qian Lao's age, not to mention the vicissitudes of life, is definitely countless readers. After hearing the word commitment, he slowly looked up and looked at Wang Xueying in the upper bunk.

"Don't look at me like that. His blind promise has nothing to do with me!" Wang Xueying did not make complaints about the back pot man, but he gave Shen Dapeng a look.

"Gu Lingjing's girl is very similar to my granddaughter!"

Old Qian was kind-hearted. He took back his kind eyes and looked at Shen Dapeng. "Did you study in Shuimu... Environmental college? I don't seem to have heard of it! "

"It's only a few years since its establishment! 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 modest efforts! "

"Alas! The current environment should be changed! When we were young, the water was clear, the mountains were green, the sky was blue, and the clouds were white. Now... I'm afraid that after decades, people don't know what it means to have green mountains and beautiful lakes and mountains! "

"Indeed, like you, I just don't want the future to become so unbearable!"

"So unbearable? What kind of pain? Have you seen the world decades later? "

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

Qian was just a joke, but Shen Dapeng felt inexplicably nervous and couldn't help sighing. He was worthy of teaching philosophy and spoke with doubts. Fortunately, he didn't lie. He really didn't see the world decades later. He only saw the bad situation more than ten years later.

"Dapeng, you chose the right major! Now the state has begun to pay attention 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. We can expect a good future in the future! "

"Qian Lao, don't be cheated by Shen Dapeng. Do you think he is for the global environment? He's not as noble as you think. He wants to start a company and make a lot of money himself. He's just a philistine! "

Wang Xueying did not miss any chance to scold Shen Dapeng. Even in front of unfamiliar outsiders, she would not leave him any favor, or even more poisonous snakes.

"No! can't! Dapeng doesn't have the wolf ambition in the merchant's bones! He is a kind man. "

"Old Qian, your evaluation of me is too high to bear!" Everyone is willing to listen to good words and flattery. Shen Dapeng II can only reach the age of "knowing the destiny" together. How can he get rid of vulgarity?

"Life is like the Western Hills, and wealth is like frost on the grass! Mr. Li Shutong should have read the poems he wrote when he was about ten years old? " As he asked, he wrote this poem before the preface of his biography of Li Shutong, and showed it to Shen Dapeng.

"This... This poem has been read, but I really don't know it was written by Mr. Li Shutong when he was ten years old. He has such a thorough understanding of life. No wonder he will later become one of the four eminent monks of the Republic of China!"

Shen Dapeng sighed in his heart, but suddenly thought of a sentence in his mind, "all gods and horses are floating clouds". Can we understand Mr. Li Shutong's poem in this way? But he certainly won't say what he thought. If Qian Lao hears it, he can't think he doesn't respect his teachers?

"Dapeng, the Buddhist language says that there is no color, no appearance, no anger, no madness! I give you this poem of Mr. Li Shutong, and this book "Li Shutong biography" is also sent to you. I hope young people will be less greedy and more genuine, good and beautiful.

"Thank you, old Qian!" Shen Dapeng received the book sent by Qian Lao and looked at the line of poems flowing above. He whispered, colorless, no anger, no madness, but he didn't know whether he could do it. At least, people who are crazy in their hearts can't easily forget it!

During the long journey, there was nothing interesting except chatting with Qian Lao. He ate snacks and dozed off all the way. He occasionally panicked, walked around, looked out of the window, ran to the front of his hometown, and then went back to sleep.

Before dawn in the morning, old Qian and his wife got off the bus in L province. While thanking Shen Dapeng and Wang Xueying, they left a pile of Mahua and preserved fruits in Jinjing to express their gratitude.

Shen Dapeng held the old biography of Li Shutong, which was sent by Qian, looking at the sentence above, "life is just like the Western Hills day, the rich and the rich are like frost on the grass".

Life, hurried for decades, "god horse", can really be regarded as "floating clouds"?

As the train goes north, the temperature inside the train drops obviously, the snow on both sides outside the train is getting thicker and thicker, and there are more and more fields. When the smooth road plains enter the bottom of the eye and it is difficult to see a majestic mountain in the eye, it shows that the train has entered the boundary of H Province.