Love apartment under one person

Chapter 524 Meng Lang: Say something boring
Rubbing Gua Po Niang's head appreciatively, Meng Lang raised his head and looked at the rising sun in the distance, his eyes slightly blurred.

"Yeah~ Yiren is such an admirable group of empathy and righteousness, but also a pathetic group of stupid people... I have to admit that they have been gradually abandoned by the times."

"Abandoned? To scatter a child?"

"Because they refuse to learn, refuse to keep pace with the times."

Meng Lang's tone was full of regret.

"Heavy rain falls on the swallows, white waves roar to the sky, fishing boats outside Qinhuangdao. The vast ocean is gone, who knows where to go? The past has passed for thousands of years, Wei Wu has whipped his whip, and there is a posthumous chapter on Jieshi in the east. The bleak autumn wind is here again, and the world has changed. ...

Just like the so-called 'sages' in the era of drinking blood tens of thousands of years ago.

They only know how to tirelessly warn the younger generations never to leave the cave after dark, but they don't know that one day people will walk out of the narrow and cramped cave and face the wider world outside.

The same is true for the old people in the alien world, they tirelessly emphasize the importance of cultivation to their younger generations, and regard themselves as superior to others, but they don’t know that people’s cultivation in the world is no longer in the deep mountains and old forests..."

"Turn on the computer and find what you need in the massive flow of information that is difficult to distinguish between true and false—is this practice?
Putting on military uniforms and standing guard on the deserted border Gobi Desert—is this practice?
Take out your mobile phone, throw away a few games in your head after a day of work, get up early the next day, and re-pay the mortgage and car loan as the pillar of the family - is this not spiritual practice?

The so-called practice is essentially the progress gained when striving for the goal. Is there really a difference between drawing symbols on the mountain and sitting in the company cubicle writing code?It’s nothing more than a different type of work~”

"Then, are you going to give up on them?"

"Abandon them?"

"Well, Gua Meier analyzed it for me, and the company seems to want to bury all the strangers, they're so helpless!

Ever since I was hot... yes!After the planned monk education, the generation of new monks will be less than one-fifth of that of the older generation. In another 30 years, the number of aliens will more than double!
If things go on like this, it won't take 100 years, does it seem... soon there will be no strangers? "

Seeing Feng Baobao staring at him with big black and round eyes expectantly, Meng Lang couldn't help being a little amused.

Sure enough, Gua Po Niang's concept of time is still so strange.

But what is gratifying is that although she doesn't know how to express it, and even the baby doesn't notice it, she is now truly staggering on the road to "humanity".

The previous baby would not ask this kind of question, and if she could ask it, it meant that she already had concerns in her heart.

She doesn't want Yiren to disappear...is it because she already has a sense of belonging to this group?
"Baby, do you think I should give them up?"

Gua Po Niang shook her head foolishly, her flabbergasted fair little face was full of confusion: "I don't know."

"it does not matter."

There was a soft smile on the corner of Meng Lang's mouth, and he encouraged him gently, "You don't need to give an exact answer, just guess based on your feeling."

"Hmm~ I'm going to beat you, you can't."

"why?"

"Because you look like Meng Lang, I know Meng Lang can't."

"...Well, congratulations, you guessed it right~"

The baby's intuition was as sharp and reliable as ever. Meng Lang really didn't really think about destroying those aristocratic families in the market.

After all, Meng Lang had never been a person with extreme thoughts, and he would not be so self-righteous that he felt that his views were absolutely correct.

The only unchanging truth in the world is - "everything we come into contact with is changing".

Everyone's cognition of the world is impossible to be perfect, even a wise man may make mistakes, and the inheritance of culture, orthodoxy, and even religion must not be divided by simple thinking of "useful" or "useless".

Perhaps in the eyes of some "practical" people, painting can be given up after having photos; Xiaoshuo can be given up after having videos; calligraphy can be given up after having a keyboard; manual work can be given up after an assembly line ...But, is this really the case?
To be honest, he, Meng, is a member of the so-called "do-it-yourself faction" above...he has been so far.

In his more than [-] years of continuous study but still shallow and ridiculous vision, the existence of many things is unnecessary-religious rumors confuse the public; tobacco harms the body and harms people;

If you have time to fiddle with the above things, why not use it to learn more and spend more time with your family?
Should a person's time be used to recharge and make the life of himself and his family better, or should it be used to watch dramas and eat melons on entertainment headlines?
What happened in this era when the graves of generals were neglected and the family affairs of actors were known to the world?
... The above questions were beyond the comprehension of Meng Lang.

But the wonder of Chinese civilization lies in this. Gentlemen are harmonious but different, and villains are the same but not harmonious. Meng has always claimed to be a modest gentleman, so his views on everything are far from being stubborn.

On the contrary, it is precisely because he is deeply aware of his lack of knowledge and insight that he is more willing to respect the teachings left by his ancestors...

"Baby, do you know why I advocate keeping the alien?"

"I don't know, why do you want to scatter?"

"Because I'm timid."

"Courage... small?" Gua Po Niang tilted her head in confusion, knowing that Zhuge Dali scolded this dead ghost every day for his audacity, which was not at all reassuring.

"Well, it's timid."

Meng Lang nodded indifferently: "Human beings not only need science and technology, but also culture, art, and music—this is what my most respected Mr. Qian once said, and I believe him.

Now I don't know how much religious dross in my eyes has played a role in the inheritance of Chinese civilization, and I don't dare to speculate how much damage they will cause to the country and the nation.

So I am not going to exterminate the aliens rashly. The best way is to guide them in the direction of benefiting the country and the people... After all, waste can be recycled these days, let alone aliens?Say yes~"

After hearing Meng Lang's explanation, Feng Baobao touched his chin half-understood, and his eyes suddenly became serious.

…(ˇˇ)…

"rash."

Frightened by Gua Po Niang's serious expression, Meng was slightly taken aback: "What's the matter baby?"

"I have two pots."

"Well, you say!"

"The first pot, we have a lot of time. Even if you don't understand it now, you can learn it slowly. I can accompany you and teach you some spicy and big monks to learn it well!"

"Baby, I'm very pleased for you to have such an awareness! Then... what about the second thing?"

"The coffee you make is really delicious. Guameier is not here, why don't you give me her cup?"

Meng Lang couldn't help laughing: "...I really admire you, little greedy cat!"

"Hey hey hey..."

"Wait, I'll do it for you~"

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(End of this chapter)