After walking into the dark library of the Li family, Long Zai Tian was shocked after his eyes gradually adapted to the environment. Oh my god, that's a real bookstore. Even though there were no decent bookshelves, the cabinets and benches were filled with books, and they were neatly arranged.
It seemed that this Mr. Li was not an ordinary Calligraphy Addict. His body was in a mess, like a beggar. He wasn't careless about these precious books at all.
Long Zai Tian could not help but feel a deep respect. Regardless of whether Mr. Li could give the Long family any benefits after his comeback, his love for books was worthy of respect. If a country or a nation wanted to rise, they would ultimately have to rely on knowledge.
"Little Tian, tell me, what book do you want to read?”Mr. Li's tone was obviously friendly. Although it is the traditional virtue of our country's intelligentsia to stick to poverty and endure loneliness, Mr. Li is still very happy that we have come. Moreover, she was a book lover, and she had just tickled Mr. Li's itch.
"Uncle, you have so many books…I'll look for them myself.”I also automatically filtered out the word "Li" in front and directly called him uncle.
Mr. Li looked at me with interest for a while and nodded. "Alright, take your time to find it. I'll go talk to your father.”
"Okay, thank you, Uncle." In his previous life, Long Zai Tian was highly short-sighted. Because he was fond of reading comics and novels, he wore two thick bottle bottoms when he was in his teens. He was only seven years old now, and with his breakthrough in martial arts, his eyesight was naturally very good. Although Mr. Li's study was very dark, it was not difficult for him. It was all thanks to Mr. Li. He was so old and nearsighted. How could he find a book in such a dark environment? A dignified professor, because of a groundless crime, was assigned to a godforsaken place like the Heavenly Water Bay. He was so poor that he had to count the money for kerosene even if he had to light a kerosene lamp. It was really a sin. Looks like I have to help them in the future. I can't live too shabbily. The two old men can also drink some Immortal Lake water to recuperate, Long Zai Tian thought in his heart.
Mr. Li's books were arranged in different categories. The history of the party and philosophy were grouped into one category. Most of them were published after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The four volumes of the anthology were placed in the most prominent position, and there were also a few original versions. Long Zaitian's English was decent, so he could recognize it. But I guess one of them is Nietzsche's famous work, Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Next to the history books were the history books. Most of the twenty-four histories were complete, and there were even thread-bound books. The third category was books. It could be seen that Mr. Li had a wide range of knowledge. He had read the four great classics of the Chinese classics, the works of Tolstoy, Voltaire, and shakespeare, as well as the representative works of standard-bearers during the new movement such as Xu Zhimo's poems and fallen leaves. Lu Xun's works were also indispensable. What surprised Long Zaitian was that he actually found "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" and "Search for Gods", which were not accepted by serious scholars. From this, it could be seen that Mr. Li's heart was not old-fashioned at all, and his way of thinking was not very rigid.
Even in his previous life, Long Zaitian had never seen such a rich collection of books. How did Mr. Li manage to preserve these books in the purgatory of political movements? It was probably to help him return to his hometown. Not many of the officers in the Heavenly Water Bay Brigade were literate, so they didn't pay much attention to books. If they were to stay in the provincial capital, these extremely precious books would probably be doomed. For someone like Mr. Li, who was obsessed with books, destroying his books might be worse than killing him. This was a blessing in disguise.
Long Zaitian was full of joy as he searched through the pile of books. His respect for Mr. Li increased a little. In her previous life, although she received a master's degree from a finance university, she had a special liking for reading. When she arrived at Mr. Li's (study room was not enough to describe its size), she really felt like she had entered a treasure mountain. Unknowingly, the sky had already darkened.
" Xiaotian, Xiaotian…" It was his father's voice.
"Little Tian, what books did you choose?”Mr. Li asked with a smile. It seemed that the two of them were having a good chat.
Long Zai Tian carried a large pile of books and effortlessly crossed the threshold (Back then, there was a high bluestone threshold between each room in the countryside. I don't know what kind of custom it was).
"Oh, you've chosen quite a number of books. Come, uncle, take a look.”Mr. Li smiled and took a book. He was stunned.
"The Art of War?" It was not a vernacular version, but a verbal version.
"Xiao Tian, do you know what book this is?”
"I know. Uncle had already explained the Art of War.”
His father was also surprised. He took the books from Long Zai Tian's hands and read them one by one.
" Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio... Romance of the Three Kingdoms... General History of the State... Book of Songs..." His father almost exclaimed.
" This... this is a foreign book..." Mr. Li took it and said,"" It's Hamlet by William shakespeare…"
"Little Tian, did you pick them all yourself? Can you understand it?" His father looked at Long Zai Tian with a bewildered expression.
Mr. Li also stared at Long Zaitian with a strange expression.
Long Zai Tian held back his laughter and answered seriously,""I don't understand."
His father let out a long sigh, then revealed a disappointed expression. Dad, do you really think your son is a child prodigy? It was fine for a seven-year-old kid to read Sun Tzu's Art of War. No matter what, it was written in square characters, and it was more or less familiar. Watch the English version of Hamlet? Save it!
"If you don't understand it, then what are you doing with it?”
Long Zai Tian answered very seriously,"I don't understand, but uncle can understand. Uncle can teach me!"”
His father was shocked again.
"So Xiaotian wants to be my disciple?" Mr. Li said with a smile.”
Long Zai Tian tilted his head and asked innocently,""I just want to take Uncle as my master. I wonder if Uncle is willing to accept me?”
Mr. Li was stunned, and his expression became serious. He looked at his father and said seriously,""Heavenly State, Little Tian is a good seedling. If you ponder over it, you will definitely become great. But I'm a right-wing, so you have to think carefully.”
His father muttered to himself, unable to make up his mind. Although it was close to the end of the Great Revolution, how could the ordinary people know the great changes that would happen to the country? Even after the Gang of Four was destroyed, it would still take a few years for the overall situation to change. In an era where class struggle was the key, it was no joke to be labeled as a right-wing. Only Long Zai Tian knew clearly that the chaos was about to end and the golden age was about to arrive.
"Dad, didn't you always say that a student's job is to study? It's a good thing that I'm studying with Uncle."
Mr. Li raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"As long as your uncle doesn't mind the trouble, of course I'd be more than happy to do it." Mr. Li, what do you think?"
" You're not afraid," Mr. Li laughed." Why should I be?" Anyway, I'm bored. Xiaotian is smart and quick-witted. I like it very much.”
"Uncle, you agree?"”
"I agree." Mr. Li nodded. A great intellectual like him, who followed the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, usually advocated the demeanor of a gentleman who kept his word.
"Xiaotian, why aren't you calling me teacher?" His father said with a smile.”
What Long Zai Tian did next shocked the two adults. He actually knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully. Then, he raised his head and called out in a clear voice," Hello, teacher!”
In an instant, tears welled up in Mr. Li's eyes.……
He had thought that he had earned a lot by becoming Mr. Li's disciple, but who knew that he was asking for trouble. This old man was unusually strict and put on the airs of a master. If you want to know, please look at the schedule below.
Monday afternoon: One hour for English, one hour for Chinese.
Tuesday afternoon: one hour in Russian, one hour in arithmetic.
Wednesday afternoon: One hour for English, one hour for history.
Thursday afternoon: One hour for English, one hour for Chinese.
Friday afternoon: One hour in Russian, one hour in arithmetic.
Saturday afternoon: One hour for English, one hour for Physics.
Sunday morning, revision and quizzes.
My god, it's all like stuffing a duck! So Mr. Li hasn't been on the podium for many years, and he's planning to have a good time as a teacher on me.
Long Zai Tian looked at this schedule, his eyes were fixed, his calves and stomach were twisting, and a chill ran up his spine. Was this still acceptable? If this was a western country, they would definitely sue him for child abuse. However, this was in the country. There was no precedent for a disciple to sue his master. Moreover, this master was someone that he wanted to acknowledge. It was really a little unreasonable to go back on his word immediately after the ceremony.
"Xiao Tian, can you hold on?”Mr. Li asked calmly.
His father also looked at Long Zaitian, feeling a little nervous and a little sorry.
Even though Long Zai Tian was extremely unhappy, he couldn't drop the ball this time. There was a price to pay for being an obedient child. He gritted his teeth and nodded.”
"Alright, from tomorrow onwards, we'll follow this schedule. If you're lazy and don't listen to the lecture properly, be careful not to hit your hand.”The so-called palm smacking was a " tyrannical method " commonly used by primary school teachers to maintain the dignity of their teachers. It was to use bamboo slices to slap the palm of the hand. With a little strength, it was enough to make his slender hand swell like a balloon.
Long Zai Tian gasped, and cold sweat began to appear on his forehead. It was precisely,"Heaven's sins can be disobeyed, but one's own sins cannot be lived." At this point, he could only bite the bullet. Just as the Cantonese said,"If you lose your mother, you must bite the bullet."
It was getting late and the movie was about to start. His father stood up to say goodbye and invited Mr. Li and his wife to watch a movie. I originally thought that Mr. Li would definitely not be interested in this kind of "Gao Daquan" preaching movie, but who knew that the old man would agree readily.
I understood what he was thinking. The old master wanted to understand the political movements of the upper echelons from the movie. At that time, television sets were as rare as aliens, and the main sources of information in the vast countryside were movies and newspapers.
Before he left, Long Zai Tian suddenly asked,""Dad, what day is it today?”
"June 6th."
Long Zai Tian's heart skipped a beat. June 6th, 1976. Three months later, a world-shaking event was about to happen.
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