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"Haha, I think Aunt Dalu not only has good willow weaving, but also seems to be getting younger and younger." Zhao Changqi said with a smile.

Aunt Dalu was very helpful to Zhao Changgui's big and small flattery, and said with a pursed lips: "Xiaogui, it's not okay to not study. Just say you Uncle Dalu. In the past, he used to be a steamy wine at home, and it would be broken and he would not be able to pay a lot of money. But now he has to go out to run a big winery with you. Can he not learn? If there is any mistake, it's not just us who can't cheat. Let's talk about our workers in the craft factory. The development of the world's willow wedding industry is also making rapid progress. As Cao Shuying said, if we can't see the future now, then we will have no future in the future."

Looking at Uncle Yin and his wife in front of him, Zhao Changqi felt that Zhao Zhuang had really changed. Not only were everyone rich, but their mental outlook also changed drastically from before. Thinking about the past, several families in the village would carry their guys out for the fight at all times. Then look at the present, everyone is living in harmony and fighting for themselves and for Zhao Zhuang's future. Even Zhao Changqi has the urge to recharge and learn quickly.

After leaving Yin Dalu's home, Zhao Changqi walked towards the cemetery at the foot of Qingyun Mountain in the west of Zhaozhuang Village. When passing by the supermarket in the village, he bought many chicken feet, chicken wings, spicy strips, etc., and also bought a Qingdao beer can.

From a distance, Zhaozhuang, a cemetery that operates externally, is still very spectacular. It starts from the foot of the mountain, and is in a step-like shape, layered up to the middle of the mountain. If the superior government did not allow it to continue, the cemetery would have spread to the top of the mountain.

The small cypress trees planted when building the cemetery were already as thick as fists. The wind blew by and the branches swayed, revealing the vague tombstones.

There are five large tiled houses in one foot in the cemetery. Two are welcome rooms for guests who come to burn incense and worship ancestors, or buy cemetery. One is an office, and the other is a warehouse, with some farm tools, paper horse incense and candles, etc. The four houses are all covered with iron locks.

The last room is Chen Xiaodao's room, and Chen Xiaodao is usually guarding the cemetery.

Zhao Changqi saw that the door of Chen Xiaodao's room was closed, so he pushed the door open and walked in. He knew that Chen Xiaodao's family lived in the village, so he had no hurdles.

However, what surprised Zhao Changqi was that after he pushed the door and went in, he found that Chen Xiaodao was not in the room. There were several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall of the room, and there was also a newly painted landscape painting on the large desk in the middle of the room.

Zhao Changqiu saw Chen Xiaodao's landscape painting very interesting, with a bit fantasy and a bit fairy-tale. The picture is very layered. The nearest is a wide river with waves rolling. Opposite the river is a towering mountain with rugged rocks and decorated with pine trees. On the top of the mountain is a red sun, a very simple red sun, as if it was supported by the mountains, and there is no cloud or something like clouds around it.

Moreover, except for this red sun, the rest are all black and white, and are freehand brushwork. Only this red sun is realistic, as if it is about to burst out from the picture.

It is impossible to tell whether it is the sunset or the sunset from the picture.

What Zhao Changqi couldn't understand the most was the river. I saw a man standing on the river, with a long shirt and a tall crown, standing on the river with his hands on his back, looking at the mountains on the other side and the red sun.

The downstream of this person was a large group of people struggling in the river, and it seemed that they were fighting against the surging waves, trying to go upstream.

Zhao Changqi looked at it for a long time but could not see the meaning of the painting. However, what surprised him was that whenever his eyes were on the person standing on the water, his heart felt as quiet as water, as if it was as quiet as that distant mountain, as if the rushing river water had nothing to do with him.

There is a blank space in the upper right corner of the picture, with a line of words written: "Where people are quiet in their hearts, people are like mountains." The cursive style is vigorous and powerful, smooth and natural. The next one is signed: Chen debt repayment, seal.

"When people's hearts are quiet, people are like mountains, and when people's hearts are quiet, people are like mountains." Zhao Changgu 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 the world, or it can be said to be the river of time. Those who fall into the water are the people of the world. They struggle desperately, but in the end they cannot escape the fate of being submerged by the world.

According to the meaning of the painting, in Chen Xiaodao's opinion, if you want to not fall into the world and be free in the world, there is only one way to be calm. A person's heart is as quiet as a mountain. Only when his heart is quiet can he be like that mountain, and he will still be him as time passes and the world changes.

However, although Zhao Changqi had some general insights, he did not understand what the red sun meant. If Chen Xiaodao painted this painting and really wanted to express his thoughts, then there must be an explanation for the red sun.

When Zhao Changqi was thinking, the landline on the bedside table next to him suddenly rang.

Zhao Changqi hesitated for a moment, but walked over and answered the phone for Chen Xiaodao. What surprised Zhao Changqi was that after he answered the phone, he found that the phone was called to 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."

Since Chen Xiaodao came to Zhaozhuang, he has always called Zhao Changqin Mr. Zhao. Zhao Changqin has always called Chen Gongqin Mr. Chen. Although it sounds a bit unfamiliar, only two people can understand the taste.

Zhao Changgui put down the phone, stepped up the mountain, and walked to the middle of the mountain, only to find that he had forgotten to put down the chicken feet beer and other things in his hand.

"Okay, I'll talk to you in the wind." Zhao Changqi thought with a smile.

Qingyun Mountain is not small, and it is not easy to find someone on the mountain. However, although Zhao Changqi did not ask Chen Xiaodao where he was on the phone, he went straight to the huge rock at the top. When he climbed up the huge rock, Chen Xiaodao was standing on the edge of the huge rock and looking at the cemetery at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Changqi put down what he had in his hand, walked to him, and looked down. Looking down from here, it was another scene.

From here, you can see tombstones, densely packed. Only when the wind blows, these tombstones will be blocked by the swaying cypress trees and hidden.

Zhao Changqi took two cans of beer

He handed Chen Xiaodao one, and said with a smile: "What are you thinking about?"

"I didn't think about anything, I just wanted to see it. I often came here to see it. Here I seemed to be able to see the whole process from birth to death." Chen Xiaodao also said with a smile.

"Haha, you're thinking too much. Artists probably do this. 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 him down if I put it here." Chen Xiaodao said, as if he didn't know that his paintings were valuable at all.

"Why do you need to burn it? Is it not good to sell it or give it to someone like giving it to me?" Zhao Changqi asked.

"not good."

"Why."

"It's very simple. I have enough money now, so I don't have to make a living by selling calligraphy and paintings. The most important thing is that I don't want my works to be used as a tool for pursuing fame and fortune." Chen Xiaodao said.

"Shame, I was about to take out your painting and give it to someone." Zhao Changqi said.

"You are different from others, I don't want to give you something."

"What's the difference between me?" Zhao Changqi asked strangely.

“There are two kinds of people in this world.”

"I know, men and women." Although Zhao Changqi knew that Chen Xiaodao did not mean that, he still said with a smile.

"You are still so sharp. In fact, from another perspective, people in the world can also be divided into another two types. One person, whether they are poor or rich, strong or weak, will stick to their original hearts. You are this kind of person. On the contrary, it is another kind of person, whose heart changes with the changes in the environment around them. When he is poor, he is the same, and when he is rich, he becomes another. I am the latter kind of person."

"I don't want to sell my calligraphy or paintings or give them to others, but I just don't want my heart to change. The achievements I have achieved today on the art path are actually entirely due to this quiet life and this slightly dead cemetery. This place can completely calm my heart down and completely immerse myself in the palace of art. If I have a lot of money on my body and a status in society, I'm afraid I will not be the me I am now. Maybe I will become the me I used to be again."

Chen Xiaodao said while drinking beer.

"No. Have you never heard of human thoughts being sublimated? Your current thoughts have changed, and Chen's debt repayment will never become the Chen Xiaodao before." Zhao Changqi said.

"Haha, it's hard to change the mountains and the sex is hard to change. I know what's wrong with me. Mr. Zhao, I want to tell you something. I want to quit my job in the cemetery now." Chen Xiaodao suddenly said, while saying that, he threw the empty cans under the rocks. The cans jumped and rolled down on the rocks, making a jingle sound.

Zhao Changqi was shocked by Chen Xiaodao's words. Chen Xiaodao said so much to him, but he thought he was calm. He didn't expect that he would suddenly leave now. This former number one brother in Linhe City would not want to go out and conquer the world again.

Then, what should I do?

Zhao Changgui was unwilling to worry. He knew Chen Xiaodao's ability very well. In Zhao Changgui's heart, Chen Xiaodao was also a genuine 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 Zhao Zhuang and General Tang's alchemy money and finally became the number one in Linhe City. In Linhe City, he covered the sky with his hands, made clouds with his hands, turned into rain with his hands, and got the two black and white with his hands, becoming the largest number one in Linhe City after Li Chaotian.

You should know that Li Chaotian was able to achieve such a result at the time because he had many generals and even handsome talents under him, such as Zhao Changqi at that time. However, Chen Xiaodao never had anyone like Zhao Changqi to help him. Everything needs to be controlled by himself.

This is enough to show Chen Xiaodao's super abilities. But what is even more amazing is his later achievements.

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