After cremation, my aunt Huang Qiaoyun took Cheng Mo to store the urn in the funeral home. Because Cheng Yongze died accidentally, he naturally would not buy a cemetery in advance. Therefore, the official burial will choose a zodiac day after purchasing the cemetery, and invite some Taoist priests or monks.

Come and do rituals.

Huang Qiaoyun was talking about the price of the cemetery in Cheng Mo's ear, complaining about the high prices in the provincial capital, and spent 5,000 or 6,000 yuan per urn. She didn't buy it at the funeral home and didn't provide storage services. She also said that people died like a lamp extinguished.

, Just eat well before your lifetime and live well. There is no need to pursue that luxurious mansion-style cemetery after death...

Cheng Mo naturally understood that Huang Qiaoyun’s implication was to buy a cheap cemetery for Cheng Yongze. But Cheng Mo thought to himself that his son’s cemetery was much more luxurious than me and too unconventional. Yes, Cheng Mo was a lot.

He had his own residence after his death a few years ago, and his father Cheng Yongze brought him to choose.

Cheng Mo thought to himself, why would his cemetery be given to his father? A master like Cheng Yongze who has published several anthropological works must at least give future generations a decent place to remember and pay tribute, but he could only

He is smart, so he is naturally hard to match his father's genius. In addition, he probably has a good life in a few years, so it is even more impossible for him to achieve such a high achievement as his father...

At this time, Cheng Mo remembered the last book written by Cheng Yongze called "The Origin of Humanity". When Cheng Yongze asked his mentor, Li Mingde, president of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, to correct it, Li Mingde felt that the title was too big and so many academic circles

No big shot dares to be as good as Darwin, and he uses this as a topic, but Cheng Yongze actually dares, which is really frivolous.

But after reading Cheng Yongze's manuscript, Cheng Yongze was transferred from the Hunan Academy of Social Sciences to the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences and appointed him as the deputy director of the Institute of Anthropology. He was elected as the social sciences at the beginning of this year

Members of the Academy and the Department can be seen from this that this book should have its name. It is a pity that Cheng Mo has never seen the book published. There is no "Origin of Humanity" among the bodies and relics handed over from the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences.

》 manuscript, I don’t know who my father’s last work was at this time...

Cheng Mo was not worried about his father's academic research, but if the content of the book was really worthy of the title "Origin of Humanity", its royalties would definitely be astronomical...

Cheng Mo never felt that there was nothing wrong with pursuing money, and there was nothing to be ashamed of. For him, money is the rule of the game in this world, a great and free tool, and money is the greatest fairness in this world.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that human social status is directly linked to the money it can control...

Cheng Mo was not listening to what his aunt Huang Qiaoyun said at all. He just thought that his uncle Cheng Jidong would naturally become his guardian, and he was a little worried, especially when he thought that his cousin Cheng Xiuyan was just one and two big ones.

That's right, his cousin's name - Cheng Xiuyan, is also the masterpiece of his father Cheng Yongze. However, Cheng Xiuyan is quite appropriate to call Chen Si, but Cheng Xiuyan is completely incompatible with "Jiuyan".

Cheng Mo is weak and sickly, and does not like to talk. Cheng Xiuyan, the cousin of Cheng Mo, is simply ADHD. He likes exercise, is full of energy, speaks too much and is impatient...

These are exactly what Cheng Mo doesn't like, and her advantages: she is beautiful, enthusiastic, kind, and a sense of justice... It's just what Cheng Mo doesn't like...

In addition, there is a younger cousin Cheng Xiaoyang, a self-righteous little brat. Cheng Mo really has no good feelings for his uncle's family. If it weren't for a relative, Cheng Jidong would have to talk about it at every party.

It was because Cheng Yongze was able to go to college that he gave up the argument of going to college. Cheng Mo really wanted to separate himself from this family.

Cheng Mo is not that he looks down on the uncle and aunt who is a typical petty citizen, but he just doesn’t like to deal with such people. It’s too troublesome to deal with such people, and Cheng Mo is born to be afraid of trouble.

It is strange that Cheng Jidong and Huang Qiaoyun's genes are far less good than Cheng Yongze and Lin Yiqing, but the daughter and son born were very beautiful, while Cheng Mo, who should have been very handsome, looks very ordinary.

I can only sigh at the magic of creation.

Cheng Mo and Huang Qiaoyun watched the staff climb up the stairs and put their father's ashes on a high place. The bottom floor of the shelf was full and they could only be placed on a high place. After they came down, the staff wrote a storage card according to the storage location.

Leave it to him.

Huang Qiaoyun naturally would not fight for the custody of such a worthless thing. She held onto Cheng Mo tightly and said to Cheng Mo in a bag containing a large gift: "Let's go! Xiao Mo, there is still a meal to be had at noon.

Please, another big expense. I told your uncle that there is no need to invite more than 500 meals per table and leave some money for you to see a doctor. Your uncle doesn't do it, and he doesn't think it's too cold and loses your father's face.

As I say, your father has died... and he has passed away, why do you still need these weak faces? The important thing is to save some money to make you live a peaceful life...."

In fact, more than 500 per table of food is already very cheap. Although the Hunan Academy of Social Sciences does not have any real power and is a precious unit, the capable people are think tanks that can give advice to decision makers in Hunan Province, and the state allocates funds.

Not a small number, not a marginal unit. Almost all those who come to attend Cheng Yongze’s funeral are high-end intellectuals in Hunan Province, including many well-known scholars.

Besides, Cheng Yongze's salary is not low, and with some books published, his income is quite considerable. It is really a bit stingy to invite guests to dinner in the canteen in Yangmingshan. It's really a bit stingy. It's not to mention the visitor.

The gifts given are not small.

Cheng Mo was too lazy to care about these things, but it didn't mean he didn't understand them. Moreover, Cheng Mo didn't care about face or something at all, but he cared about the money.

The more you see philosophy and history, the less you believe in human nature. Cheng Mo understands that conscience is insignificant in the face of interests.

Although he could not understand Huang Qiaoyun's true thoughts, he had never been afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malicious intentions, because only in this way can he get disappointed to the minimum. So he pretended to be harmless and said, "It's so lucky that uncle and aunt are suffering."

Now!"

Huang Qiaoyun said: "What's so lucky! This is what your uncle and I should do... Look at your father's departure, you are the only one left in your family! Your cruel mother hasn't been there for almost ten years.

News is really... "

Thinking of saying this at this time, it was like sprinkling salt on Cheng Mo's wound. Huang Qiaoyun smiled awkwardly and immediately comforted her: "Don't worry, Xiao Mo, uncle and aunt will take good care of you in the future. You said that you only have the only one now.

If we are relatives, who will we rely on if we don’t rely on us?”

Cheng Mo didn't listen to what his nagging aunt said at all. He always blocked these words of not much nutritional value. If he had to listen to any trash words, his deformed little heart would probably have been

It exploded.

He filtered his aunt's continuous nagging and walked towards the funeral home canteen...

It was almost noon, and the spacious hall of the canteen of the quaint Yangmingshan Funeral Home, which was decorated with antique, was full of people, and looked quite lively. Although this was a lunch that would definitely not be a sumptuous one, many leaders and well-known people from the Hunan Academy of Social Sciences

The scholar did not leave, so the other people who came to watch the ceremony naturally had to wait patiently for the meal before leaving.

Cheng Mo's uncle Cheng Jidong and Li Fengxian arranged some VIP seats, mainly because some leaders and scholars with high status had to line up the seats on the table. Anyone who can't tell the wrong place was sitting in the wrong position, and they were embarrassed and unhappy.

Something about it.

As for the others, they probably just sit together in a familiar way, without having to deliberately arrange seats.

At this time, there were already sixteen or seven tables sitting in the hall. Because most of them were people in the same circle, there was no obstacle to talking. However, after all, they were all cultural people, and they spoke softly and whispered.

Elegant, so it does not seem particularly noisy.

Cheng Mo was like a supporting role who was not paid attention to, sitting in a remote corner by the window to review his homework. The final exam will be in two days. He must seize the time to sort out the knowledge points. He doesn't care about it and never care.

The first place I lost was even less concerned about my grades, but he didn't like making mistakes, especially things like taking exams.

There were more than twenty minutes left, and Cheng Mo immediately devoted himself to the sea of ​​questions. For Cheng Mo, his body could not move, but his brain could do the test and learn such brain activities that could inspire thinking.

It made him feel a pleasure that was similar to running, with heat and sweat all over his body, no distractions in his mind, and transcending the obstacles of time and space.

In layman's terms, learning makes me happy.

Cheng Mo quickly solved the problem with his cell phone, and soon became immersed in it. Even his uncle Cheng Jidong looked for him everywhere, but he didn't pay attention until Cheng Jidong came over and patted his shoulder. Cheng Mo didn't get out of the sea of ​​questions.

Wake up and looked up at Cheng Jidong.

Cheng Jidong's face was covered with sweat, and his expression was a little nervous. He said in a tone of blame: "Xiao Mo, why are you still playing with a mobile phone at this time! Come here, your father's mentor Li Mingde, and Dean Li's son Li Jiting,

Dr. Li wants to say a few words to you..."

As a small shop owner, Cheng Jidong is naturally a little nervous and treacherous when he first came into contact with such a high-level person.

Cheng Mo is not familiar with his father's social circle, but he also knows that Li Mingde, a big shot who entered the decision-making level in China, has never met his father's mentor, nor has Li Jiting ever met Li Jiting. Although Li Jiting has a high status,

It is also Cheng Yongze's senior brother. It is nothing strange to ask Cheng Mo to say a few words to express his concern.

Cheng Mo said "Oh", stood up from the chair, stuffed his phone into his pants, and followed Cheng Jidong toward the front table. At this time, the food was being served, and the table had already been put on the "fourths".

"As an appetizing table dish, waiters in uniforms shuttled through it, and people at the table ate and chatted while eating.

Cheng Mo followed Cheng Jidong to the table closest to the gate in the first row. The number of people at this table was the smallest, with only nine people sitting there. Moreover, the people at this table seemed to be too old last year and all brought them.

With a strong majesty in a high position, except for the middle-aged man sitting in the main seat, he was a little younger.

Cheng Mo has never seen any of them, only knowing that the old man sitting on the right side of the main seat, with grey hair and kind-eyed eyes is Wang Shanhai, the president of the Hunan Academy of Social Sciences.

The reason why I know Wang Shanhai is because I have read the "A Brief History of Chinese Philosophy" written by him.

Of course, there is another person who knows who he is, although he doesn't know who he is, that is, Li Jiting, the youngest at this table, who is sitting on the main seat.

Li Jiting was wearing an ironed black suit. What was different from other scholars here with regular hairstyles and glasses. He had long hair in middle part, which was very artistic, with little eyes, just like

I was squinting, my mouth was always bent, as if I was smiling.

As soon as Cheng Mo approached, Li Jiting looked up and down at Cheng Mo who was as thin as a bean sprout and was only a little over 1.7 meters tall. He put the chopsticks on the chopsticks and asked, "You are Yongze's son."

?”

At this moment, a table of experts in the Chinese liberal arts academic circles focused their attention on the somewhat thin Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo didn't say anything, just nodded, looking a little nervous.

Li Jiting smiled and said, "Don't be nervous! What's your name? How many grades have you been in?"

Although Cheng Mo really wanted to ignore such childishness and treat him as a three-year-old child, he could only answer helplessly and honestly: "Cheng Mo, in the first year of high school!"
Chapter completed!