Morning bacteria don’t know Hui Shuo, worms don’t know Spring and Autumn
Life seems very short, but compared with the fungus that lives and dies, it is very long. Even compared with the cricket that can only experience one summer, it is very long.
When Liu Changan saw Qin Peng, he would feel that he had lived long enough, but most of the time, he would have another way of measuring time.
If billions of years are converted into years as units, the Big Bang occurred 130 years ago, the earliest stars and the Milky Way appeared about 120 years ago, the sun and the solar system appeared forty or fifty years ago, and the earliest living organisms appeared four years ago.
Ten years ago, the dinosaurs became extinct about seven or eight months and weeks ago, the so-called evolution of Homo sapiens in Africa occurred an hour ago, the earliest agricultural boom occurred fifty minutes ago, and the first recorded city appeared half an hour ago.
Minutes ago, the modern industrial revolution happened one minute ago, World War I happened about twenty seconds ago, and all subsequent world events are just what happened in the last ten seconds.
Liu Changan and Qin Peng disappeared for only a few seconds.
But Qin Peng has grown old, and not everyone's time measurement unit is the same as Liu Changan's. For ordinary people, changing the time measurement unit does not make much sense.
Liu Changan looked at Qin Peng. His hair was already sparse and silvery white, and was neatly combed to adhere to his scalp. However, the age spots on his scalp could be seen directly from between the hair strands. His skin was not too dry and lifeless.
There were only thin muscles clinging to the bones underneath, and there was an old age in his eyes that had accumulated too much vicissitudes of life. However, he straightened his body and was not dominated by the fear of approaching death. There was still a strong spirit in his spirit.
Liu Changan held his thin palm and smiled.
"It's been more than seventy years..." Qin Peng still remembered clearly, patting Liu Changan's arm heavily with his other hand, "You can do it, you... you can do it, you..."
Liu Changan did not explain anything, but gently stroked Qin Peng's back to calm his breathing.
"Come on."
Qin Peng wiped his turbid tears, grabbed Liu Changan's hand tightly, and pulled him towards the study.
Qin Peng likes camellias. It is said that the old camellias in this yard are from the early 20th century. They were cut and planted, and the roots are intertwined. It is unclear whether they were planted later or if the old roots have branched out.
Spreading in the courtyard behind the patio.
Qin Peng's study was behind the camellia garden, and Liu Changan saw a word written on the wall: Camellia is covered with snow and flourishes, with the bones of pines and cypresses, holding the posture of peaches and plums.
Huh? What’s more, there are so many varieties, from light red to deep red, all of them are available. Their lightness is like powder or fat, like the cheeks of a beauty, like the face of a drunkard, but their depth is also...
This is a passage from "The Love of Leisure". In the past, there didn't seem to be so many camellias in the Qin family's yard. It was just a little bit, and it couldn't be used as a garden. However, Ye Sijin had raised some camellias but neglected to take care of them. She wanted to live in Qinpeng.
Here, the garden is planted with camellias, which is also a way to express my thoughts.
Qin Peng's steps were slow but very steady. There was probably nothing wrong with his health in a short period of time. Otherwise, at his age and status, he would never be allowed to walk around alone with others for a long time.
When he came to the study room, Liu Changan saw an oil painting hanging on the wall and couldn't help but be fascinated.
"I painted this twenty-eight years ago." Qin Peng sighed softly.
The creation of oil paintings is of course different from photography. Qin Peng in the picture is already very old. Ye Sijin is wearing a military uniform and is high-spirited. However, Ye Chenyu can't see his age clearly, and his body shape is not as detailed and clear as the other two.
There was a somewhat hazy feeling. Ye Sijin and Qin Peng had a feeling of passage of time, while the remaining person seemed to be outside of time.
"Many paintings and calligraphy works not only condense a person's energy and spirit, but also have a once-in-a-lifetime flash of inspiration, such as the Qingming moment after enlightenment, before a masterpiece can be created, just like Wang Xizhi's "
"Preface to Orchid Pavilion", if I had written it at another time, I would have been unable to write it." Liu Changan admired it very much, "This painting probably means the same to you."
"I was a little confused at the time, thinking of Sister Jin and you." Qin Peng stood under the oil painting and pointed at himself, "I am a little older than then."
Liu Changan did not comment anymore, just looked at the three people in the oil painting... When humans learned to carve marks on sand, rocks, and wood to paint, Liu Changan painted his own appearance on the rock wall of the cave, but it seemed that until
Only after the invention of the camera did he have a truly clear and credible appearance left in the world. Even so, there are very few of them. There is probably a little in the files of Hunan University, but the identity of Ye Chenyu is only recorded here by Qin Peng.
"I heard that you have a girlfriend who is eighteen years old." Qin Peng looked at Liu Changan with a faint smile.
Even Liu Changan has embarrassing moments.
"Yes, he is the same age as me." Liu Changan nodded as usual. Embarrassment is just a state of mind and does not necessarily show.
Qin Peng raised his head and laughed.
"Don't be like this, you'll burp later." Liu Changan feigned anger and helped Qin Peng sit down. Don't you know that for a man who is over a hundred years old, he can be very happy and angry and laugh to his health?
"I have seen pictures of girls, and I feel that they are somewhat similar to Su Mei when she was a teenager. Is it because of this?" Qin Peng stopped laughing, but he didn't really think there was anything wrong. His brother was very
Ordinary people naturally do extraordinary things.
Liu Changan shook his head, not wanting to tell Qin Peng more about An Nuan, "The Su Mei in Taiwan is not Su Mei, but Su Xiaocui, did you know?"
Qin Peng was stunned. He raised his hand in surprise and signaled for tea. Then he realized who he was facing. He patted his leg and wanted to stand up, but Liu Changan pressed his shoulder. Liu Changan made tea.
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Qin Peng took it with both hands and frowned, as if he was digesting the news brought by Liu Changan. Then he took a sip of tea, pursed his lips for a while and said, "I don't have much to worry about. I really don't know about this."
Although the Qin family invited the Zhu family to come back to the mainland to invest, and Qin Peng also took care of the Zhu family's business in the mainland. Qin Peng and Su Xiaocui often talked on the phone, but the two were already old, whether it was Qin Peng who went to Taiwan or Su Xiaocui.
It is very difficult to decide whether to come to the mainland, because people at this age are tired, and a small problem may be a problem. No one can bear this responsibility, and it may become a political incident.
It triggered countless conspiracy opinions.
"Su Mei may not be dead, but is hiding behind the scenes."
"Sister Mei is still like this... Think about it, she was the only one who could make the decision to go to Taiwan back then. If Su Xiaocui had made the decision on her own, she would not have had the determination." Qin Peng thought for a while and nodded.
, "If she hadn't run away back then and wanted to take care of our old relationship, I would have to go and raid their garden in person."
"If you go to ransack other people's homes, how can you still take care of old friendships?"
"The general trend is inevitable, and no one can avoid it. But I try to keep an eye on it myself, so that at least their family won't suffer too much... But I can't control what happens next." Qin Peng sighed, "You have dissipated all your wealth and are no longer in this world.
Immortal, Sister Mei is a more traditional woman after all. For women, family is more important than country. After all, she is not a heroine like Sister Jin."
"She also contributed a lot back then, and she also contributed a lot to raising funds for you. Don't forget it."
"Of course, we still define her as a patriotic capitalist. Now the Zhu family has unimpeded access to the mainland, which is the reward for that year." Qin Peng smiled, "The third girl of the younger generation of the Zhu family happens to be eighteen years old."
Liu Changan just pretended not to hear him teasing his elder brother.
"If Su Mei was still alive, I'm afraid she would be old, otherwise she wouldn't hide behind the scenes." Qin Peng knew Su Mei's character very well, "She still thinks about you and doesn't want you to look at her as she grows old.
In her eyes...even if she doesn't know where you are, will you see her appearance?"
"not sure."
"That's right, I can't say for sure." Qin Peng nodded meaningfully, then looked up at the oil painting he painted.
Liu Changan also followed his gaze and landed on the oil painting, and on Ye Sijin's face.
"Back then, Sister Jin and I used our identities as husband and wife as a cover to carry out missions. Don't you know about this?"
Cover? Liu Changan turned his head to look at Qin Peng, and in an instant he had many thoughts and speculations based on this.