"Really?" After hearing what Jin Lei and Ruan Lina said, I became more and more interested in this old incident that I heard by chance.
"Hegel said that existence is reasonable. Since this happened to me, it means that God is hinting at something? Could it be..." I speculated in my heart, "Originally we
What we are looking for is Master Jitai. Who knows that this Master Jitai has been through three generations and has experienced many stories over the years. The focus now is on the whereabouts of Pangu Xin.
What happened, this should be an important clue to find Pangu's heart."
Existence is reasonable is the theory of objective idealism, which means: the origin of the universe is absolute spirit (rationality), which possesses everything freely, and then externalizes nature, human society, spiritual science, and finally at a higher level.
Return to oneself. Therefore, everything on this development track is reasonable (short term for "rational"), that is, what will inevitably appear, and is realistic. From the preface to Hegel's "Principles of Legal Philosophy".
Jin Lei and Ruan Lina continued to recall: "However, we did not include clues into this matter in the early investigation, indicating that the relationship between the two matters should not be significant."
I shook my head and said, "Just because you didn't pay attention to this case at the beginning doesn't mean that there isn't much connection between the two. It may be that the hidden clues are deeper and you haven't dug them out yet."
"But......"
"Okay, let's listen to what Uncle Fourth has to say first."
Jin Lei and Ruan Lina had no choice but to give up and listen to their fourth uncle continue to talk.
"Although this matter was suppressed, the old man could not forget it for a long time, until the four of us boarded the train back home. He and I were chewing on the cumin chicken carcass when we heard someone on the train shouting
: Tea egg cold noodles and mineral water grilled fish fillets... This shout was made in one go, seamlessly, so majestic and majestic, without any flaws. After hearing this, the old man put down the half-eaten chicken skeleton in his hand and said to the hawking woman:
How do you sell these grilled fish fillets? The woman hawking them glanced sideways and said: One dollar and a half, no bargaining. The old man sighed and said: The quality of your grilled fish fillets is quite good, but it’s a bit expensive. The woman hawking them is fair.
He glanced at Lao Zhenren, whose mouth was full of pepper, and pushed the cart to the next carriage. Xuan Qing fell asleep in his seat. Because he didn't buy a sleeper, he was very sleepy after a bumpy night. But Lao Zhenren couldn't fall asleep.
, as if I was thinking hard about something, I didn’t ask any more questions. The reason why I couldn’t sleep was because I wanted to see the scenery along the way, watch the train pass through the cave, cross the river, and climb the hills. Think about how life is.
Insignificance, all living beings are like rails rolled over by wheels. When they pass, they pass. Perhaps with an inadvertent collision, life will disappear in the vast earth. Are the dead buried in the loess also complaining about something?
?.”
As he spoke, the fourth uncle became sad, and his eyes unconsciously focused on a certain point in the distance. This might be an existence in the void, or it might be a moment that is difficult to capture in time.
"The train is roaring, the train is about to leave." As the train announced the station, the four of us came out of our respective spiritual worlds. Xuan Qing may have been too sleepy, and suddenly left.
He stood up in his seat, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, picked up his luggage, and prepared to start the fire
The car, but the pool of saliva on the dining table was looking at him lonely. We got off the train, went straight to the Electrical Appliance City, and bought a Changhong color TV. I looked at this new 17-inch color TV in shock.
I stroked it carefully, fearing that it would disappear in front of me if I couldn't see it. What I was thinking was that when I got back to the village, I would go to Erwazi's house to show off. Then, we took the bus and walked along the undulating road along the river.
After driving for more than five hours, we finally arrived in town before dark."
"Why did this Xuan Qing follow you back?" I wondered.
"After something like this happened, he was too embarrassed to go back, so he had to follow us back. What's more, he took the money to do the work. If he didn't follow, wouldn't he not be able to get the money?"
"That's right." I nodded doubtfully.
"At that time, our place was still very poor, nothing compared to what it is now. Although our place was a town, most of the shops closed early as soon as it got dark, and there were only a few stray dogs on the street in the garbage.
I was looking around for something to eat. There was only one guest house in the town where I could stay. But because the floating population was small, there were almost no hotels, so it usually didn’t entertain the leaders and didn’t open. It was getting dark soon.
The real person said to us: It will get dark soon, and when we enter the Qiu River, the cold wind is blowing, so we should find a place to stay to avoid catching a cold. Xuan Qing said tiredly: I think so, we should find a place to stay quickly
Come on. I haven’t had a good rest in the past few days. But there’s not even a hotel in a place where birds can’t poop. Do you want your brothers to sleep on the street? Is it possible that you have relatives here? The old man replied
: When my mother passed away, she left a shop to me. We will stay there for one night, just in time to pay homage to her. There are just four of us, carrying large and small packages, and the brand new machine.
The color TV set drove into a remote old house on the edge of the town. I looked at the house carefully through the low courtyard wall. I saw that spider webs were covered with the eaves and the glass on the windows was broken.
It was quite dark inside, but it didn’t make people feel uncomfortable. It felt like a homely feeling. Xuan Qing walked closer and said with a smile: Tsk, tut, although the house is not that good, this building
The people who live in the house are really discerning. The house is just built on the safe eye of the town, which can ensure the stability of their own balcony and save the town from floods and fires. The old man sighed and pushed away the rusty iron door.
door, and found the key to the door in a small jar next to the door.?"
"I entered the house and turned on the light. I saw that there was only a small counter in the hall. There were some incense candles and some bottles and jars that I had never seen before. The four of them walked into the inner room slowly.
There was only a kang, a few quilts, and a large locked wooden box in the house. In front of it was a memorial tablet, which belonged to the old man’s wife, Lin Hanqiu.”
"Lin Hanqiu?" Jin Lei couldn't help but trembled when she heard the name, and asked: "Is this Lin Hanqiu the mother of Zhenren Jitai?"
"What's wrong?" Fourth uncle looked at Jin Lei in surprise, was stunned, and then nodded vigorously.
I was also puzzled. I looked at Jin Lei and asked, "Why, do you know this Lin Hanqiu?"
"How can I possibly know each other? However, we are very familiar with this Lin Hanqiu."
"familiar?"
"Yes, this Lin Hanqiu is the daughter of Lin Jia, a famous painter in the late Qing Dynasty."
"What's going on? Could it be that you are interested in painting?" I was still confused.
"No, Lin Jia is a famous painter of beautiful ladies!"
When Jin Lei said this, I suddenly understood, "That's it!"
Lin Jia (1874-1939), also known as Xianfu, Ruiting, Hanxian, Dongshan Yuzi, was born in Zhao'an, Fujian. He was a famous painter in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. He was good at painting figures, flowers and birds. Lin Jia was born in a poor fisherman family.
He once worked as an apprentice to make silverware, and taught himself painting in the spare time, mainly painting ladies. When he was young, he became a disciple of the famous painter Ma Zhaolin of the Zhao'an School, and switched to painting landscapes, figures, birds, beasts, fish and insects. In the middle of the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, he traveled east to Taiwan.
He traveled around Taiwan through the method of "teaching and cultivating painting" and made friends with wise people; in 1904, the middle-aged Lin Jia brought his young son to Xiamen, and was invited by Mr. Lin Erjia to open "Dongshan Ruiting Studio" in Shuzhuang Garden, Gulangyu Island, Xiamen;
In his later years, he returned to Dongshan (ancient Zhao'an County, Zhangzhou Prefecture) and died of illness soon after at the age of 66.
Lin Jia has a wide range of painting methods and comprehensive techniques. Whether it is meticulous brushwork, thick ink, freehand brushwork, or flowers, birds, figures, and landscapes, he is superb. His line drawing techniques follow Chen Laolian, Ren Bonian, iron painting, silver hook, and line drawing.
The brushwork is strong and the shape is accurate. The technique of boneless flower and bird painting was deeply influenced by his teacher Ma Zhaolin. In the later period, it was integrated into the styles of Shanghai School and Lingnan School. The colors are bright and colorful, full of interest, but not stereotyped and inconsistent with popular customs.
His works throughout his life have won praises from people. Liu Tong, the governor of Fujian during the Republic of China, praised his paintings for "capturing nature and putting it on the tip of his pen, revealing the mystery of the material state." His works are sold well in Southeast Asian countries. In addition to the fine brushwork and color paintings collected by the Xiamen City Museum
In addition to the four panels of flowers and birds, there is also the "Arhat Picture" collected in the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion of Kaiyuan Temple in Quanzhou. In addition to painting, he is also good at poetry, and his poems are elegant in style. He is the author of "Dongshan Collection".
"It seems that your master learned his painting skills from Lin Hanqiu."
The fourth uncle did not express his position and continued: "It is obvious that no one has been to the house for a long time, and there is a thick layer of dust everywhere." The old man respectfully walked to Lin Hanqiu's tomb, bowed deeply, and then
He lit three incense sticks, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed three times. While kowtowing, he muttered: Mother, my son is unfilial. While he was worshiping, Xuan Qing spread out the bedding, fell on the kang, and fell asleep.
After paying homage, the old man told me to go to bed early and fell into a deep sleep. Although I was very tired, I didn't feel sleepy. I looked at the strange toys in the hall, especially the small wooden ones hanging behind the counter.
Sword, I really want to take it out and play with it. In the midst of the old man's snoring symphony, I stood up on tiptoes to reach for the exquisite wooden sword, but just as I was about to touch the hilt, the light in the hall flashed twice.
went out. In an instant, the surroundings fell into darkness. I thought it was because no one had lived there for a long time and the wires were old, so I tried to go back to sleep. But as soon as the lights went out, I couldn't see anything, so I could only rely on the light when I came.
I felt like I was moving slowly while holding on to the wall with both hands. As I walked, I heard a crisp sound, and I knew that I must have broken something in the dark. I looked back and saw a book on the ground.
There were some gleaming books with some porcelain fragments scattered around. I walked closer and picked up the luminous book. I blew on the porcelain shards on it. I saw that it was not some precious sacred book, just a book.
Chapter completed!