I, who lived in seclusion for thousands of years, was exposed by yearning

Chapter 352
He Jiong turned over a few pages of his book and continued drying it, then raised his head and asked the old man:
"Old man, did you draw the prototypes of the characters in An Tusheng's fairy tales?"

The two pages he read just now were the outlines of An Tusheng asking the old man to help him draw a character after he finished telling the old man the story he had written.

And the page where the prototype is drawn is actually the letter that the old man replied.

When I turn to the back, the content of the book is actually not only the fairy tales written by An Tusheng, but also other novels or miscellaneous notes written by An Tusheng.

When they heard He Jiong's words, everyone was stunned, and it took them a long time to come back to their senses.

Is their old man still interested in fairy tales?
This style of painting doesn't match the old man.

Looking at other books, Da Fenqi's manuscripts, Tiangong Kaiwu, and Taixi Water Method are all academic research books that can be regarded as books praised by the world.

They could still think about the existence of that book of Liaozhai.

But this An Tusheng fairy tale is too far off the mark, right?

"Grandpa, do you still read fairy tales?"

"You...you really have a childlike innocence."

Several people looked at the old man and didn't know how to express their feelings.

They knew that sometimes the old man would be a bit older than a naughty boy, but the childlike innocence of this naughty boy is probably too childlike.

"The prototype of a fairy tale character? Are you talking about a little girl lighting a match drawn by the old man?"

Ye Qing recalled in his mind for a while before finding the memory about An Tusheng.

Hearing what the other children said, he gave them an angry look.

"The old man An Tusheng's fairy tale, I just drew some pictures, and what's the matter with reading a fairy tale, old man, can't I still have a childlike innocence. And I asked you to write the fairy tale, can you children write it?"

Isn't it just An Tusheng's fairy tale, these children are real, there seems to be a sense of disillusionment in their eyes.

He remembered that the kid An Tusheng didn't only write fairy tales, but also other works worth reading, okay?

Besides, he thought the fairy tale was well written.

Ask him to make up such a story, he may not be able to make it up.

"We just feel that this fairy tale book is a bit out of place among your collector's edition books."

"No, Mr. Huang. In fact, there are not only fairy tales in that book, but also other works by An Tusheng. The illustrations for the fairy tales are An Tusheng asked the old man to help him draw a simple character image."

He Jiong also hurriedly spoke after hearing Huang Lei's words.

If I had known earlier, he should have flipped through the pages before asking questions.

But they can't be blamed for feeling awkward.

After all, whenever An Tusheng is mentioned, the first thing that comes to mind is his fairy tales.

After all, An Tusheng's fairy tales are famous all over the world.

"You didn't say it sooner."

"Didn't you just see this when you asked?"

"In my old man's collection of books, there is nothing out of the ordinary that An Tusheng's children's works, whether fairy tales or other dramas, travel notes and poetry collections, he is a child worthy of praise."

Ye Qing drank tea and watched the two whispering there, put down the cup before continuing:

"As for the childlike innocence, old man, let me give you a word. To be a human being, seven parts are sober to see the world, two parts are childish with yearning, and one part is foolish to be indifferent. The reason why you find it abrupt is because you didn't understand it."

He knew that these children thought that this fairy tale was something that children read, and felt that the appearance of such a children's book in his collection somewhat lowered the style of other books.

But let's not say that there are not only fairy tales in that book, even if it is all fairy tales, he doesn't think it is a big deal.

Those fairy tales written by that child An Tusheng are actually full of meaning.

As long as you read it carefully, you can feel that each story tells people not only a story, but also the reality of society. People must move forward when they live, and there are also the qualities that people need.

"But didn't they say that seven points are sober and three points are stupid?"

Hearing the words, Peng Yu scratched his head.

Why is what the old man told them different from what they have heard?

Where did these two childlike innocences come from?

"What you said is what other people say. The old man said it. You just need to remember that the old man said it."

"So that's what you said yourself."

"As long as it makes sense, it doesn't matter if you create it yourself. Your child's head is really comparable to the Pacific Ocean."

Ye Qing squinted at Peng Yuchang, and continued:
"A child who can't even read fairy tales, old man, I don't expect you to understand what the old man said."

This silly boy is really wider and wider than the water of the Pacific Ocean.

"..."

Listening to the old man's words, Peng Yuchang froze for a while.

He understood the meaning of the words.

Doesn't it mean that he is not only lenient, but also stupid.

But how can he be so stupid, at least he has learned the fairy tales, okay?

"This sentence you said is indeed more reasonable than that sentence. Two-point children have longing in their hearts. It is actually very tiring to live too soberly. Having longing in your heart can also make your mind easier."

"Be indifferent if you are stupid, you really need to be indifferent to some things in life, and you can't be too serious."

"Old man, your words are really too correct."

After hearing what the old man said about Peng Yuchang, everyone rushed to express their understanding of the old man's philosophy.

They all heard that the old man was saying that Peng Zai couldn't understand fairy tales and was a fool who was worse than a child.

If this is obviously an attack on IQ, they can't be included in the list of idiots with low IQ.

"..."

The words of several people made Peng Yuchang even more speechless.

Really, as for showing that you understand so quickly?

Is it appropriate to leave him alone in the ranks of fools so quickly?

"You can understand the meaning of the words. Old man, I can only talk about the work of that child An Tusheng. It is not just a story for children. Old man, I have told you about the romanticism and realism of Western literature. Which category do you think An Tusheng's child belongs to?"

"I think it's romanticism, after all, there are many romantic elements in his fairy tales."

"Realism, I remember that most of the stories he wrote had criticisms of the society at that time."

"I think he has both kinds of doctrines."

"That child is the most obvious child who embodies both romanticism and realism among the literary creators I know."

After Ye Qing answered Yixing's words indirectly, he told a few people about his acquaintance with the child:
"The child's life can be said to be full of ups and downs. When I knew the old man, the child was studying in the Royal Theater at that time, but he was in the most helpless state on the verge of starvation."

I still remember that when he saw the child, the child was hiding in a dark corner behind the curtain. Although the whole person looked terrible, his eyes did not lose hope for life.

And it was with these eyes that he learned about the child from his friend.

(End of this chapter)