After the two tall and short teenagers left, An Wu shook his head, sighed softly, and then turned around and entered his own door.

There was no one in the door. An Wu's grandmother was an old vegetable farmer. She had to carry a pole to the market in the west of the city before dawn every day. She had already left her home.

Originally, my grandmother didn't want to send An Wu to the cabin, so she thought it would be great to grow vegetables in her backyard. After two or three years, she would not ask for a more elegant wife, but she would also want a girl who could live a good look and be more diligent.

But An Wu insisted on going to the cabin. At first, his grandmother refused, thinking that studying in this world is useless. But she could not resist the honest child in her eyes, and suddenly became abnormally angry. In this way, the old grandmother reluctantly agreed to let An Wu enter the cabin.

An Wu knew in his heart that he had never been one of the smartest children in Yushui Street. Although these children in Yushui Street had poor families, they were indeed a little smarter than ordinary children, whether it was the child Wang Yeqi, or the Xu Jing who could study and fight with her sleeves, or the Ji Zhengyi who was obsessed with studying, or the Xi Anan who seemed weak on the outside.

This young man who seemed ordinary in Yushui Street had always understood in his heart that maybe he was not from the same place with them. Ye Qi would rather take the children from other streets to make trouble than take him with him. Although Ye Qi never explained the reason clearly, An Wu knew in his heart that he was not smart and was not good at fighting, so it would be useless to call him.

And more importantly, An Wu's own personality is a little dull, and he does not have the vitality that young people should have. This is different from Ji Zhengyi's calmness. The latter's calmness may be based on his family background and his obsession with Taoism since childhood, so he has a little "little adult" meaning, but An Wu is not interested in anything. He has been very obedient since childhood and does not fight with people on the streets. However, he has never shown any amazing talent in some aspects.

Strictly speaking, An Wu is a person who is so ordinary that he cannot be ordinary, and he is a young man who is inconspicuous in the crowd.

But a 12 or 13-year-old boy is not satisfied with his current situation. Why can't he compare to others? Why are others' heads or skills better than others?

But how can you make up for it and catch up with these people?

So on the day An Wu went to meet Mr. Wen, he felt that he should have some transformation, perhaps this was the only opportunity.

The only opportunity to catch up with the teenagers on Yushui Street.

However, An Wu is subject to his own qualifications and is slow to learn book knowledge in the wooden hut. The Tao that Mr. taught a few days ago, like Ji Zhengyi, can quickly understand the mystery, but An Wu will be confused for a few days.

When An Wu first studied in a wooden hut, he felt a little disparate, and he felt that he could not even compare with others on the road to study. However, after another year, he might have been guided by Mr. Wen, or maybe he was one year older, and he had figured it out a lot.

Why compare yourself with others, even if you are an ordinary person.

But the other children in Yushui Street are smart and have a future. Wouldn’t they also have a good face?

Some things really have to admit that others are talented.

Once An Wu figured it out, his temperament was not as dull as before. He began to try to participate in some "bad things". Earlier, An Wu's legs became lame because he followed Ye Qi to provoke Zhiqiu.

A very honest young man happened to follow Ye Qi to provoke Zhiqiu once, but that time, the boy's left leg was knocked lame. In fact, An Wu did not provoke Zhiqiu on his own initiative, but because he saw that Ye Qi's hand was broken by Zhiqiu, he couldn't help but stand up for Ye Qi, wanting justice, but Zhiqiu relied on a little bit of boxing to knock him to the ground, and then took out a wooden stick and rushed towards An Wu's left leg for a while.

However, afterwards, An Wu did not complain at all. The honest young man thought about it carefully. It was indeed Ye Qi and he who provoked Zhiqiu first, so Zhiqiu broke Ye Qi's hand. However, Zhiqiu had no reason to break Ye Qi's hand, so it was natural for him to stand out.

Even if his legs are lame, he won't blame anyone.

Even if you know autumn.

This is An Wu’s idea, the idea of ​​an ordinary person, perhaps a kind person.

An Wu has been looking for his positioning, how to be in Yushui Street, or how to stand in a small wooden house?

Everyone has to find the right position in their own small group, otherwise, how can they get along with others?

Especially ordinary people like this, those who are extremely smart and have a skill will not have such ideas. Ji Zhengyi will not think about these things, and Ye Qi and Xu Jing will not think about them.

So in the later period, Ji Zhengyi only had a good relationship with An Wu in the cabin. With Ji Zhengyi's temperament, it seemed that his friends could only recognize a few people.

Perhaps even the old Taoist priest who is now dressed in white on the street is considered his friend.

Two weeks ago, the small bookstore.

Ji Zhengyi lay on the small wooden table, his eyes dull. An Wu, who was standing beside him, was still thinking about the problem Mr. Wen mentioned before. However, An Wu had thought about it for a stick of incense and did not think it through, so he thought of Ji Zhengyi next to him.

An Wu first touched Ji Zhengyi with his arm, but the latter remained indifferent.

The young man, who was a little stubborn, refused to give up and continued to touch his arm, but this time he increased his strength. Ji Zhengyi came to his senses, but he still looked at An Wu with his eyes blankly. The latter whispered: "Third brother, what the gentleman said just now, "Just be the one who is good for him, good for the monster." I didn't understand this sentence very much. Perhaps it was because of my stupidity and the gentleman's speech that made me a little confused. I didn't think about it for a long time and didn't come up with an answer, so I asked you."

If Ji Zhengyi was happy to answer An Wu, but today he obviously saw that Ji Zhengyi was in a bad mood. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded, but the following was gone.

An Wu was also confused. Do you know or not? He felt that Ji Zhengyi was a little abnormal today and lost some energy, so he said again: "Third Brother, do you know or don't know? If you want to know, just say it quickly. I think this sentence should be quite interesting, but if you don't know, just hurry up. I'd better ask the teacher..." The boy continued to whisper with some hesitation: "Although this may make the teacher think I'm stupid again."

Ji Zhengyi happened to hear An Wu's last words. He seemed to suddenly come to his senses, with a serious face, and a slightly louder voice: "I don't know why you have this idea, but Mr. Hu is a guide to preaching and teaching and solving doubts. If you have doubts, you are ashamed to ask Mr. Hu. So what is the use of learning knowledge in this wooden house?"

An Wu's face was a little hot, and he lowered his head slightly. He responded in an extremely low voice: "Third Brother... Having said that, do you think I'm a little annoying... After all, Mr. I've said it a lot just now." After that, the young man completely lowered his head.

To An Wu's surprise, Ji Zhengyi did not blush and teach him a lesson at this moment. Although he was ready, Ji Zhengyi was cold-hearted and did not like to talk, but when it comes to right and wrong, he would indeed blush and argue.

Ji Zhengyi suddenly twitched his lips, forced a smile, and said lightly to the young young man in front of him: "Old Wu."

When An Wu heard the Wu Wu's voice, his head, which had been lowered, suddenly raised his head and looked at Ji Zhengyi in surprise.

It seems that this is the first time I came to the cabin together and heard Ji Zhengyi calling him "Lao Wu".

No, this is the first time I have known each other for so long.

Suppressing the little surprise and excitement in his heart, An Wu continued to listen to Ji Zhengyi's words, and the latter looked at An Wu with a slightly softer look: "Do you remember some time ago? The sir asked me to answer that question."

"It's the question of whether to fight or not?" An Wu had a little impression.

Ji Zheng nodded and continued: "Actually, the answer to my heart in that question is not "a gentleman is proud but not competing."

An Wu's expressionless face, Ji Zhengyi was quite surprised, but soon he recovered and said, "At first, I was ashamed to ask questions as you, and I didn't even dare to tell the answer in my heart. At that time, I wondered if I had any doubts in my mind, I shouldn't ask for advice on the teacher, especially the truth that I taught many times, like the answer last time, the teacher would have subtly told me."

Ji Zheng paused, cleared his throat, and continued: "The so-called Confucian way is to say no to fight."

"Maybe you were a little surprised and thought that not fighting should be the meaning of Taoism. In fact, this is not the case. The Confucian way today, perhaps the Confucian way that Mr. tells us, is the word "not fighting". You should carefully recall the principles of the great way that Mr. Tsai has told us over the past three years." Ji Zhengyi said it slowly. "But after that day, I found that it was actually wrong. Mr. Tsai himself may not know what the Confucian way is, because when I violated my original intention and answered that the answer that was not that answer, it is reasonable that Mr. Tsai would be very happy."

"But the sir was still not very happy, and even a little angry in the end."

"So I was wondering, could it be that the gentleman himself had no answer?"
Chapter completed!