Chapter 44: Sharpening the Knife without Mistaking the Woodcutter
After a while, Wen Rende seemed to recover and became bolder again. He urged Wen Rensheng and said: "What a hermit master? You can say things that your father can't understand. Hurry up and answer the question I just asked. Why should I tell you?"
That story?”
"The meaning of you telling this story is that you felt guilty because you were eating free food every day, so you tried to inspire me and try your best to do something for me. Alas, Brother De is indeed a kind person..." Wen Rensheng lowered his voice.
He continued to look at his phone and sighed seriously.
"I feel sorry for you? You can't even hope to get away with it!" Wen Rende suddenly became angry, and then said confidently, "It's only natural for me to eat my son; it's only natural for my son to eat me, and it's his own fault. The fact that I can eat your free rice shows that I have a good education.
.Wait a minute, I almost got fooled by you. I said it myself, and my purpose is to tell you that sharpening a knife will make you a good chopping wood..."
"Well, then I understand. Thank you Brother De for your concern. I am never impatient. I always get off work on time. I never work overtime unless necessary." Wen Rensheng looked touched.
"Do you understand? I mean, you see Xiaohan is so stupid. I just heard her say in the afternoon that she couldn't get into the top 50 in the school for ordinary people's exams. Can you help her sharpen her knife?" Wen Ren
De was so angry that he had no choice but to make it clear.
"Hahaha," Wen Rensheng suddenly laughed, "Brother De, brother De, you can just trick her, but you still want to trick me?"
"Thank you, uncle, but I still want to work hard on my own." Zhao Han quickly refused.
Wen Rende sighed, stretched out his hand and touched the dog's head angrily: "You are so stupid, really. Working hard yourself is of course a necessary condition, but that can only determine your lower limit. In the mysterious world, a person's upper limit is often determined by various external factors.
It depends on the conditions. Without Huang Rong, who started a small business and made friends with various experts, Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, Duan Huangye... How could Guo Jing have such a high ceiling? He could only rely on his own efforts, and at most he would be at the level of the Quanzhen Seventh Son.
"
"What you said is wrong, Lao De. You are using external factors to cover up internal factors," Teacher Wu, who was watching the news, suddenly retorted, "There is no Huang Rong. Guo Daxia has already been valued by Quanzhen leader Ma Yu. With Daxia
If you work hard on your character, character and talent, and then become apprentices all the way, you can still inherit the mantle of Wang Chongyang and Zhou Botong, and your achievements will not be any worse."
"Impossible, an idiot like him doesn't know how to seize the opportunity when it comes to him. He will only miss the bottom all the way and end up like a second-rate master." Wen Rende was furious at the moment.
While the two were arguing, a slender figure carrying large and small bags walked into the courtyard. He was approaching the villa, but suddenly stopped...
At this moment, Wen Rensheng finally raised his head and said seriously to Zhao Han: "Actually, Brother De is right. Anyway, I am also teaching the skill of extraordinary memory. There is indeed a way for you to master it quickly. But you must completely
You can do it only if you trust me. Because I need to use my alien power to stimulate and strengthen the corresponding areas in your mind in sequence, so that your alien can remember those running routes..."
When Lao Wu heard this, he subconsciously said: "You really dare to do this?"
"After all, he is my son, and he has perfectly inherited my kind qualities, which really makes me happy." Hearing this, Wen Rende was as happy as a child of several decades.
When Zhao Han heard this, he was immediately very excited. Isn't this the most classic model of masters passing on skills? This is the treatment of the protagonist!
The narrator is really awesome!
But then she felt that she couldn't get over the psychological barrier, so she shook her head with difficulty and said: "Well, teacher, it seems unfair to other students that we make up lessons in private, right? Sister Shanshan doesn't seem to know how to do it yet."
"She..." Wen Rensheng frowned. Just as he was about to say something, he saw two middle-aged men raising their ears one after another. He immediately said, "Let's go to the study to talk."
"Tch, as if no one wants to listen..." Wen Rende said bitterly.
"That's right, isn't it just about young people?" Lao Wu echoed gloomily, "You have to pay attention, this is China, not messy America. Any relationship that is not for the purpose of marriage is just a hooligan.
Anyone who files a complaint will be shot."
"Wu Liansong, don't be like this, I'm afraid." Wen Rensheng hadn't recovered yet, but Wen Rende was shocked at first, "It's an old rule of the last century whether you should be shot or not."
"I said your son, what are you afraid of?" Old Wu was a little surprised.
Wen Rende had nothing to say, but he quickly reacted: "Of course I have to be afraid, that is my son. You shot him one by one. If I wasn't worried, how could I still be this father?"
Wu Liansong thought for a moment and nodded, nothing wrong.
But Wen Rende suddenly stared at him, thoughtfully.
Wen Rensheng ignored these two people. They were just two lonely old people, hugging each other for warmth.
He got up and walked towards the study, exited the hall and entered the corner of the corridor on the left. Zhao Han hesitated and followed him.
When Wen Rende saw Wen Rensheng leaving, he immediately grabbed Wu Liansong's clothes and whispered: "I just discovered today that you and Shanshan have similar eyes and similar names, and you are so concerned about her affairs, is it possible?
"
But at this moment, after turning the corner in the corridor, Wen Rensheng stopped taking a few steps...
Zhao Han, who was following behind, felt powerless to complain: the routine of these two fathers and sons was really the longest road she had ever walked.
"It's nothing," Wu Liansong said in a low voice, "She is my daughter, my only daughter, but she doesn't recognize me and won't let me tell others. I'm not as good as you. If I'm like this, my wife and son are still alive."
Never leave and never give up.”
Wen Rende immediately urged: "What happened between you? If you tell me, I can help you. After all, that child is very good to me, but he seems too smart and even a little gloomy. I dare not say more
Mind her business."
"Yes, she is just too smart." Wu Liansong seemed to want to find someone to talk to about something in his heart. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Actually, her mother is just an ordinary person, but her mother and I are very loving and want to stay together."
Life is just a fate. After Xiaobai gave birth to her, she contracted a terminal illness when she was thirteen years old."
When Wen Rende heard this, his face became heavy: "I seem to have guessed the next development, could it be you?"
"Yes, although technology is powerful now, there are still too many problems that cannot be solved in the medical field. And those medical alien species are beyond the reach of her weak body. There is only one way to save her, then
Just give her my xenograft..."
"The power of the alien species can automatically give people an extraordinary physique and can eliminate all lesions. I have contacted the transplant institution under the Inspection Department and used my expert privileges to force them to agree to my transplant application." Wu Liansong sighed deeply.
.
"Next, it should be..." Wen Rende patted him on the shoulder, and he had already guessed the ending.
"I don't know where Xiaobai found out about this. She jumped from the 12th floor of the inpatient department..." Wu Liansong's eyes were full of tears and he held his head and said, "What she scolded me back then was right. I was too incompetent!"
Wen Rende remained silent and just hugged the old brother's shoulders tightly.
Corridor corner.
Zhao Han burst into tears.
He is indifferent to hearing about people's virtues, and his eyes are deep.
"I didn't expect, I didn't expect that Sister Shanshan would have such a past. No wonder she treated me like that before. She definitely didn't want to lose the person she loved again." She murmured to herself.
"Okay, do you still want to sharpen your dull knife? Forget it, my time is very precious." Wen Rensheng urged, perfectly demonstrating the work style of an efficient person.
"Teacher, how can you be so heartless and cold-hearted!" Zhao Han said angrily, raising a face full of tears.
"Where am I ruthless and cruel?" Wen Rensheng walked without looking back.
"You are ruthless and cold!" Zhao Han followed up angrily.
"Death is not the end." A very familiar and very cold female voice came back from before Wen Ren ascended.
Zhao Han was stunned for a moment, what happened?
How can the teacher pronounce Sister Shanshan’s voice?
"This is the exact words she told you. I just imitated it, so you can experience it well." Wen Rensheng kept walking.
Is death the end?
Zhao Han suddenly felt a little creepy and stopped crying. He felt a bit cold around him and quickly followed Wen Rensheng.