Chapter 60

"What's the difference between Feng Shui and Shamanism?" Chen Li asked while eating soup. This old woman was very friendly and humorous, making people want to keep chatting with her.

"It's Feng Shui masters and shamans," the old woman corrected him, "everything is different, the origins are different, the algorithms are different, and they believe in different logos. The biggest difference is that Feng Shui masters calculate people, and shamans calculate things. People are more mobile than things, so Feng Shui is much more complicated than Shaman calculations. Oh, right... There is only one Feng Shui hexagram plate in Feng Shui that is good at calculating the flow of things, but I don't teach this. It is difficult for human spirit to control the hexagram plate. It will enter the dead end of logic and never get out." Chen Li was puzzled, "As long as things can be determined, how important are people?" "Why not, why not!" The old woman yelled, "People are alive, things are dead, things don't care about their own beginning and end, can people not care about their own life and death?" Chen Li pondered the old woman's words, and couldn't help but admit that this was the truth, and nodded. "How is the soup I cooked?" The old woman added another bowl to each of them. The pot was already empty, revealing a burnt black color. This pot was very old, the bottom of the pot was burnt black, but the pot wall was brushed shiny.

"It tastes very good." Chen Li said, and the smoker beside him also joined in, praising the old woman.

The three of them drank the whole pot of rice cake soup. Chen Li went to the public kitchen outside the house to help the old woman wash the pots and bowls. The smoker and the old woman were left staring at each other, and the old woman suddenly laughed, obviously having a strong interest in him.

"What's wrong with your right eye?"

"Ah, it was injured during the war." The smoker said lightly.

"Is it something you can't let go of?"

Yongqiang was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the Feng Shui master to be so sharp and straightforward. He nodded, "Yes, I often think about it and feel very unhappy."

"Don't be unhappy, life is short," the old woman said, "Let the past go, both you and Xiaoye."

"Xiaoye." Yanqiang repeated the name, but he soon understood.

"He told you all those things, right."

Yongqiang laughed, "You really can calculate everything."

The old woman raised her chin, her tone a little arrogant, "There is no need to calculate this, he can bring you here, he must trust you very much."

"Well, you are really amazing." Yanqiang followed the flow and praised the old woman.

"Of course I'm great," the old woman said without any modesty, "I'm already 137 years old this year, and you haven't even lived to a fraction of my age."

Smoker was stunned, "You can't tell."

"I've lived in this country for 137 years, I've eaten everything, I've seen everything, but I'm not tired of it," the old woman said, "For me, living is still a very interesting thing."

"I also want to live like you." Smoker smiled.

"But even if I live for 137 years, I've only seen one Chen Ming." The old woman continued to talk to herself.

Hearing the old woman mention this name, Yan Qiang didn't feel strange, just nodded, "She is a legend."

"What legend or not, in my eyes, she is just a stubborn and lawless little girl who never listens to others. Xiao Ye is much better than her, at least she is a human being."

Yan Qiang has heard many comments about General Chen Ming, and the public opinion is mixed, but this is the first time to hear such comments. This kind of statement is particularly kind when you think about it carefully.

"And she is too bad to Xiao Ye, how can a mother be like this..." Before the old woman finished her words, Chen Li walked in from outside.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing two thin arms, and transparent water droplets were dripping down his red fingertips, and Yan Qiang's heart moved.

The old woman stood up, took a piece of white cotton cloth from the side, and stuffed it into Yanqiang's hand, winking, "Go and wipe it for him."

Yanqiang understood instantly and rushed forward. He had never been so active in a fight. He wrapped Chen Li's hands with white cloth. Holding these slender hands, he felt heavy in his heart and very comfortable.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at Chen Li's face affectionately, and asked softly, "Are you cold?"

Chen Li glanced at him and was about to pull his hand out, but found that Yanqiang's hand wrapped around his hand through the cloth was like an iron claw and did not move at all. He couldn't help but get a little angry, "Do you want to go back to Heiye again?"

"Hey, no way, that's not the case." Yanqiang smiled and stopped when he saw the good, and immediately let go of his hand.

Chen Li wiped the cold water off his hands, hung the towel back to its original place, and turned his head to the old woman, "I came here today to ask you about the Mayfly Age." The old woman frowned slightly, "Did you feel it?" "No," Chen Li shook his head, "Someone told me that the Mayfly Age came yesterday." The old woman and the smoker's faces changed color at the same time, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn, the air flow did not move, and the dust seemed to be suspended in the air. The warm sunlight poured into the bright window and shone on the faces of the three people. Under the shining of the transparent light, people would melt into the light, as if gods were alive. However, they were just mortals, mortals who resisted fate. It's just that they knew it earlier and more clearly than others, but isn't this also a kind of pain. "Her algorithm is different from Feng Shui and Shaman counting sticks. It does not require numbers and units," the old woman held her chin with her hand, her lively eyes looked forward and became a little blurry. She was trying to recall the past, "so her algorithm cannot become a school, so they pressed her tightly, because even she herself could not explain her ability." "Do you know what the Mayfly Era means?" Chen Li asked. The old woman shook her head, "She never explained it to me, maybe she herself can't explain it clearly. After all, there are no numbers or units in her algorithm, and it is very likely that there is no language. Maybe she has done her best to convey the four words "Mayfly Era." Chen Li nodded calmly, without any irritation at the old woman's confusing answer. "Is it mild or radical?" asked the smoker. "Didn't I just tell you? Feng Shui is about people, their comings and goings, their life and death, their joys and sorrows. You asked me if this is mild or radical, how should I answer?" The old woman was very straightforward, and she blurted out her dissatisfaction.

"Then I'll get the answer if I ask a shaman?" The smoker raised his eyebrows.

"That kind of low-level logos can only calculate what you had for lunch today." The old woman was full of disdain.

The smoker curled his lips and muttered softly, "I can just tell him directly, why do you have to calculate it?"

"Then why did you come to me?" Chen Li asked.

"Before she left, your mother came to see me and said that her family was useless... so she entrusted the child to me. I guess she also entrusted the child to several other people, but that was Chen Ming, who could refuse her request," the old lady muttered, "When she opened her mouth, she said, 'You know I never ask for help from others', and I knew that her next sentence would definitely be 'but' and so on, and that doesn't count."

"But I didn't expect that she really let it go..." The old woman continued, looking at Chen Li, her eyes suddenly became much deeper.

"I said I don't count her as her child because I have never counted her as her. I can't see the 'veins' on her, I can only see the vague 'light and dark'. When I saw you for the first time, I knew you were her child... because I can't see your 'veins', even the 'light and dark'."

"What is 'veins'?" Chen Li asked. The old woman turned her head and looked out the window. There was sunshine, dust, and other things outside the clear window. She said, "Some people are like leaves, some are like trees, and some are like the core of wood. They are all different."

"Are she and I the only ones you can't see?" Chen Li asked again.

"Of course there are more, but very few. Apart from you, there is only one in these years," the old woman said, "but it's not that I can't see anything about that person. I see him as both a leaf and a tree. Sometimes he looks like the inside of a gear or a clock. Sometimes he is a Buddha sitting in hell... I think that's because he flows too fast, faster than my eyes."

"What did you see in T?"

The old woman suddenly smiled, "It's very interesting. The 'light and dark' on T is very similar to Chen Ming. Both are in the middle, swaying slowly and evenly on the body."

Chen Li frowned slightly, "What does this mean?"

"Yin and Yang embrace, light and dark are also one," the old woman said, "This means that their choice will become one "What do you mean?" "It is not accurate to look at 'light and dark' alone. Feng Shui has always been based on calculating 'veins'," the old woman said seriously, "the choice will become an eternal closed loop, which means that their choice is meaningless, and the ending is often the same. It can also be said that their choice is doomed from the beginning, and there will be no second one." Chen Li nodded, shook his head, and told the truth, "I don't understand these theories, but I seem to understand them." "If you understand, go back," the old woman yawned and shrugged, "This weather is really cold, you should wear more clothes." Chen Li obviously had no intention of leaving, "Do you know Master Mei?" "Who?" The old woman looked confused. "Mei Zhuan."

"I do know a man named Mei, but he has been buried for many years. He was quite young when he died," the old woman recalled. "He was a very elegant man. I don't remember his name. I only remember that he always wore a hat. I always thought he was bald, but I didn't expect that when he took it off, his hair was quite thick."

"What were his 'veins' and 'light and dark' like?"

"How can I remember? He was not a special person, just an ordinary scholar. At most, he was a little romantic, but he didn't look weird."

Chen Li nodded, stood up and thanked the old woman. The old woman was very enthusiastic and told them that she could also make beef noodles and baked buns, and welcomed them to come again next time. The two walked out of the dirt alley. Yanqiang stretched his stiff lower back and cursed, "Damn it, it's like listening to a foreign book." Chen Li shrugged, "Actually, I didn't understand it either." "The food is delicious." "Then come often in the future." "No, this old lady is so hard to please." Chen Li did not continue to walk to the next destination, but stood at the entrance of the dirt alley and fell into deep thought. After a moment, there was a hint of hesitation in his voice, "Do you think we should go find that writer?" "That person is probably Master Mei's accomplice. If you go there now, the boss will definitely not let you, and it's not appropriate," Yanqiang is more familiar with the situation of the base than Chen Li, "These two are currently in sight, there is no unusual movement, it's not good to alert the enemy." "I'm now "I'm trying to figure out what Master Mei wants to do," Chen Li's dark eyes were covered with confusion and bewilderment, like the fog floating on the ice lake on a winter night, "I want to know what kind of person he is, what he has experienced in his life, what he looks like... It's too vague."

Smoker looked through the information shared in the channel and suddenly said, "The only intersection between this writer and Master Mei is that they are both college students who graduated from the National University, but not in the same class. Master Mei is much younger."

The mist in Chen Li's eyes seemed to dissipate a little, and he said to Smoker, "Let's go."

"Okay, I get a headache when I see a book, and you still want me to go to school."

"Then don't go."

Smoker is most vulnerable to this trick, "How can we get in? The National University is not open to outsiders."

"Let Shanghan figure it out. "