"Haha, I see that Aunt Dalu is not only good at wickerwork, but she also seems to be getting younger and younger!" Zhao Changqiang said with a smile.
Aunt Dalu was very satisfied with Zhao Changqiang's flattery. She pursed her lips and said: "Little gun, you can't do it without learning. Let's talk about your Uncle Dalu. He used to make shochu at home, and it would be fine if he broke it.
If it breaks down, he won’t be able to pay much money. But now he wants to follow you to build a big winery. If he doesn’t learn how to
Okay? If something goes wrong, it won’t be just us! Let’s talk about us workers in the handicraft factory. The development of the world’s wicker industry is also advancing by leaps and bounds. As Cao Shuying said, if we can’t see it now
future, then we will have no future in the future."
Looking at Uncle Yin and his wife in front of him, Zhao Changqiang felt that Zhaozhuang had really changed. Not only were everyone rich, but their mental outlook had also undergone earth-shaking changes from before. Thinking about the past, several people in the village
The family always brought guys out to fight with each other, but look at now, everyone is living in harmony and fighting for themselves and the future of Zhaozhuang. Even Zhao Changqiang has the urge to recharge and learn quickly.
After leaving Yin Dalu's home, Zhao Changqiang walked towards the cemetery at the foot of Qingyun Mountain in the west of Zhaozhuang Village. When passing the supermarket in the village, he bought a lot of chicken feet, chicken wings, spicy sticks and the like, and also bought a can of Tsingtao beer.
From a distance, Zhaozhuang, a cemetery open to the public, is still very spectacular. Starting from the foot of the mountain, it is a staircase, layer upon layer, all the way to the middle of the mountain. If the higher-level government did not allow it to continue, I am afraid that the cemetery would have to be destroyed.
It spreads all the way to the top of the mountain!
The small cypress trees planted when the cemetery was originally built have grown to the thickness of a fist. When the wind blows, the branches sway, revealing the looming tombstones.
There are five large tile-roofed houses on one foot of the cemetery. Two are reception rooms for guests who come to offer incense and worship ancestors or to purchase cemetery plots. One is an office, another is a warehouse, and some
Farm tools, paper horses, incense candles, etc. These four houses are all covered with iron locks.
The last room is Chen Xiaodao's room, and usually only Chen Xiaodao is guarding the cemetery.
Zhao Changqiang saw that the door to Chen Xiaodao's room was ajar, so he opened the door and walked in. He knew that Chen Xiaodao's family members lived in the village, so there was nothing to avoid.
However, what surprised Zhao Changqiang was that when he opened the door and entered, he found that Chen Xiaodao was not in the room. There were several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the room, and there was a freshly painted landscape painting on the large desk in the middle of the room.
Zhao Changqiang saw that this landscape painting by Chen Xiaodao was very interesting. It was a bit fantasy and a bit fairy-tale. The painting was very layered. The nearest part was a wide river with rolling waves. On the other side of the river was a stretch of towering mountains.
There are rugged rocks and dotted mountains and pine trees. On the top of the mountain is a red sun, a very simple red sun, as if it is held up by the mountains. There are no clouds or other things around it.
Moreover, except for the red sun, the entire painting is all black and white, using freehand brushwork. Only this red sun is realistic, as if it is about to burst out of the painting.
I can't tell from the picture whether it's a rising sun or a sunset.
What Zhao Changqiang couldn't understand the most was the river. He saw a man standing on the river, wearing a long Eguan gown. He just stood on the river with his hands behind his back, looking at the mountains and the red sun on the other side.
Downstream of this man, there was a large group of people struggling in the river. It looked like they were fighting against the turbulent waves and trying to swim upstream!
Zhao Changqiang looked at the painting for a long time but could not see the meaning of the painting. However, what surprised him was that every time his eyes were on the person standing on the water, his heart felt as calm as water.
It seemed as calm as the distant mountains, as if the rushing river had nothing to do with him.
There is a blank space in the upper right corner of the picture, and there is a line of words written: "Where the heart is calm, people are like mountains", written in cursive style, vigorous, powerful, smooth and natural. Next to it is the inscription: Chen Pays Debt, Seal.
"When people are calm, people are like mountains; when people are calm, people are like mountains??????" Zhao Changqiang muttered a few words and couldn't help but smile and shake his head. He suddenly understood the meaning of Chen Xiaodao's painting.
This river is the river of rolling red dust, or it can also be said to be the river of time. Those who fall into the water and struggle are the people in the rolling red dust. They struggle desperately, but in the end they cannot escape the fate of being submerged in the red dust.
According to the meaning of the painting, in Chen Xiaodao's view, there is only one way to avoid falling into the world of mortals and be free from the world, which is to be calm. When people are calm, people are like mountains. Only when people are calm can they be like those mountains and let time pass by.
, the world changes, he is still him.
However, although Zhao Changqiang had a general understanding, he did not understand what the red sun meant. If Chen Xiaodao really wanted to express his thoughts by painting this painting, then the red sun must also be
There is a saying.
While Zhao Changqiang was thinking, the landline phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.
Zhao Changqiang hesitated for a moment, then walked over and answered the phone for Chen Xiaodao. To Zhao Changqiang's surprise, when he picked up the phone, he found that the call was for him!
Chen Xiaodao's voice came from the microphone: "Mr. Zhao, I'm on the mountain. Come up and take a look at the scenery together."
Ever since Chen Xiaodao came to Zhaozhuang, he has been calling Zhao Changqiang Mr. Zhao. Zhao Changqiang has also been calling Chen Qiandeo Mr. Chen. Although it sounds strange, only two people can understand the taste.
Zhao Changqiang put down the phone and walked up the mountain. Halfway up the mountain, he realized that he had forgotten to put down the chicken feet, beer and other things in his hands.
"That's fine, let's bring the wine to the wind and have a good conversation." Zhao Changqiang thought with a smile.
Qingyun Mountain is not small, and it is not easy to find someone on the mountain. But although Zhao Changqiang did not ask Chen Xiaodao where he was on the phone, he went straight to the boulder at the top. And when he
When he climbed up the boulder, Chen Xiaodao was standing on the edge of the boulder looking towards the cemetery down the mountain.
Zhao Changqiang put down the things in his hands, walked up to him, and looked down. Looking down from here, it was another sight.
From here, you can see densely packed tombstones. Only when the wind blows, these tombstones will be blocked and hidden by the swaying cypress trees.
Zhao Changqiang took two cans of beer and handed one to Chen Xiaodao, and said with a smile: "What are you thinking about?"
"I didn't think about anything, I just wanted to take a look. I often come here to take a look. Here I seem to be able to see everyone's entire process from birth to death." Chen Xiaodao also said with a smile.
"Haha, you think too much. Artists are probably like this, right? By the way, I saw the painting on your desk. It seems very interesting."
"If you like it, give it to you. Otherwise, I will burn it if you leave it here." Chen Xiaodao said, as if he didn't even know that his painting was valuable.
"Why burn it? Selling it or giving it away is as bad as giving it to me?" Zhao Changqiang asked.
"not good."
"Why?"
"It's very simple. I have enough money now, and I don't need to make a living by selling calligraphy and painting. The most important thing is that I don't want my works to be used as a tool to pursue fame and fortune," said Chen Xiaodao.
"Ashamed, I was just about to take out your painting and give it away." Zhao Changqiang said.
"You are different from others. I feel safe giving things to you."
"What's different about me?" Zhao Changqiang asked strangely.
"There are two kinds of people in this world."
"I know, men and women." Although Zhao Changqiang knew that Chen Xiaodao didn't mean it, he still said with a smile.
"You are still so to the point. In fact, from another perspective, people in the world can also be divided into two types. One type of person, no matter he is poor or rich, strong or weak, he will stick to his true heart. You
That's this kind of person. On the contrary, there is another kind of person. This kind of person's heart changes with the changes in the surrounding environment. When he is poor, he looks the same, and when he is rich, he looks different.
Become another person. I am the latter person."
“I don’t want to sell my calligraphy and paintings, or give them away, but I just don’t want my heart to change. The success I have achieved today in my artistic career is actually entirely due to this quiet life and this slightly dead area.
Cemetery. This place can completely calm my heart and immerse me in the palace of art. If I had a lot of money and a status in society, I'm afraid I wouldn't be who I am now.
Maybe I will become the person I was before."
Chen Xiaodao said while drinking beer.
"No. Haven't you heard that people's thoughts can be sublimated? Your current thoughts have been changed. Chen Qianyi will never become the Chen Xiaodao he used to be." Zhao Changqiang said.
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"Haha, it's hard to change a mountain, and it's hard to change a character. I know what's wrong with me. Mr. Zhao, I want to tell you something. I want to quit my current job of looking after the cemetery." Chen Xiaodao said suddenly, while
He said while throwing the empty can under the rock. The can bounced and rolled down on the rock, making a clanking sound.
Zhao Changqiang was startled by Chen Xiaodao's words. After Chen Xiaodao told him so much, he thought he had calmed down, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly leave now. Wouldn't this former No. 1 brother in Linhe City want to go out and start a new life?
Conquer the world, right?
So, what should we do?
There is no reason why Zhao Changqiang is not worried. He is very aware of Chen Xiaodao's abilities. In Zhao Changqiang's heart, Chen Xiaodao is also an out-and-out genius!
This can be seen from Chen Xiaodao's resume. After graduating from college, he did not find a good job, but he made a fortune by cheating Zhaozhuang and Jiangjuntang's salvia money, and finally became the number one brother in Linhe City! In Linhe
The city can cover the sky with one hand, turn it into clouds, turn it into rain, take both black and white, and become the biggest brother in Linhe City after Li Chaotian!
You must know that Li Chaotian was able to achieve such results in the first place because he had many generals and even handsome men helping him, such as Zhao Changqiang at that time. But Chen Xiaodao had absolutely no one like Zhao Changqiang to help him! Everything was
He needs to control it himself!
This is enough to illustrate Chen Xiaodao's super ability. But what is even more amazing is his subsequent achievements!