The old man said lightly: "This world has never been fair. Those with superiors will have subordinates, and those with rich will have poor people. The way of heaven and human will be due to it, and it is useless to fight for nothing."

Nalan Zijian shook his head, "Shu Zijian doesn't agree. I think this heavenly way of man is just fair."

The old man didn't find this funny. If he said it from an ordinary young man, he might find it funny and childish, and even disdain to answer, but he knew that what Nalan Zijian said was absolutely different from that of an ordinary young man.

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"Speak and listen."

"In the distance, where is Qin Emperor and Han Wu? In recent times, Grandpa Tian's grandfather is just a stonemason? Now the Tian family is one of the four major families in Tianjing. Who could have thought of it at the beginning?" "Which family can really be a prince?

For generations, any beggar can have a beggar who can beg for food. It is indeed unfair to look at the smallest world, but the cycle of reincarnation in the big world is actually very fair.”

The old man smiled. He didn't think what Nalan Zijian said was reasonable. "What's the use of looking at it big? Who can see what happened a hundred years and a thousand years? Life is just a few decades long, and you can see through what's happening in front of you.

It's amazing to be seven or eight points."

Nalan Zijian said lightly: "The truth in this world is not different from the distance. Wherever there is oppression, there is resistance. This sentence is truth at any time and anywhere."

The old man pointed to the sky, "Little guy, who do you want to resist? You are already standing in the big way.

On the heads of many people, do you want to resist yourself?"

Nalan Zijian smiled and looked at the old man's eyes half-closed, "Grandpa Tian, ​​it's not only people like Lu Shanmin who need to resist. The mountains pressing on me are not lighter than those on him."

The old man's eyes did not change at all, and his face was filled with a faint confusion, "Who is Lu Shanmin?"

"A person who came out of the mountain almost couldn't afford to eat or live in a house."

The old man leaned over and threw a handful of bait into the ice cave, "It is natural for such people to resist, and it is natural for us to suppress such people to emerge. There are always a few rich families and nobles. When he gets up, he will divide us.

cake".

Nalan Zijian curled his smile, did not agree with or object to the old man's words, but said lightly: "He is Lu Chenlong's son."

The old man stretched out his hand to hold the fishing rod and paused in the air. His turbid old eyes emitted a ray of light, and then sighed, "I don't know how to absorb the bloody lessons in front of me. When my son's continued, the wild man in the mountains and wild

I want to make a big splash, but I still don’t know how high the day is.”

Nalan Zijian looked at the old man with half-closed eyes, "I heard that Lu Chenlong had some friendship with the Tian family back then"?

The old man rubbed his hands, "It's not a good friendship, but I advised him to be at ease when he is rich and not to have too much ambition. Unfortunately, he just doesn't listen. The standing of a big family requires several generations.

The struggle is not as simple as he thought. He died in self-righteousness after all."

He asked, "Why did you suddenly mention him? A little ant also caught your eye."

Nalan Zijian smiled: "Although the ants are small, they can move mountains."

The old man laughed, as if he heard a funny joke, "Zijian, do you think I'm old and confused?"

"Grandpa Tian has never seen any storm, how could he be so confused?"

The old man smiled and shook his head repeatedly, sighing, "Besides coming to find me, you should have found a few of them."

Nalan Zijian smiled, "Grandpa Yun can't afford to stay in bed, Han Xiaojun is too busy, Grandpa Wu is Alzheimer's disease, so he chatted with him for a long time and recognized me as his grandson-in-law."

The old man smiled helplessly and said, "Two old foxes and one little fox." "It is said that people in high positions cannot have personal preferences. I, if I lose, I lose because I like fishing. I sit here in this winter and can't pretend to be sick.

Even dementia can’t be pretended.”

Nalan Zijian slowly stood up, looked solemn, and suddenly lowered his head and bowed at ninety degrees, "Grandpa Tian, ​​I need your help."

The old man looked embarrassed and rubbed the fishing rod with both hands, nodding or shaking his head.

"Little guy, we talked about when Nalan Wenruo was alive. People of my age have no desires and no desires. The only thought in my heart is to be rich and safe for future generations. This person is penniless.

At the time, I don’t worry about anything, even if I die, I just kick it. Once I have too many, I am afraid of losing it. When I think of losing it, I dare not take risks. Your grandfather is like this, and I am like this. Only emotionally speaking, this day

The wealthy families and nobles in the capital have more or less connected relationships, and more or less some feelings. But after all, we are not ordinary families, and we can chat after dinner, and put it on the desk is another matter.”

"Grandpa Tian", Nalan Zijian raised his head slightly, and his body still bowed ninety degrees.

The old man waved his hand and continued, "Don't say that your affairs have nothing to do with the Tian family. Even if there is a deep connection, the Tian family can only avoid it if they can. If they can, they can avoid it. Where can they take the initiative to get involved.

The truth of it”.

Seeing that Nalan Zijian still had no intention of getting up, the old man said helplessly: "With your intelligence and talent, you will understand these principles if you don't say them. Otherwise, you wouldn't have stayed in the snow for a week before coming to me.

say".

"But I'm still here." Nalan Zijian said happily.

One sat and the other stood and bowed, and the picture was quietly maintained on the ice surface of the Little West Lake as frozen.

After a long time, the old man said lightly: "Little guy, I can vaguely feel some of the Nalan family's affairs, but have you ever thought about it? Resistance comes at a price."

"I know, my grandfather told me before he died."

The old man sighed and his heart gradually softened, "Poor child, go ahead, I will help you if you can. If you can't, you should not make things difficult for me, the old man."

Nalan Zijian finally raised his head and straightened his body, and his face regained a hippie smile.

"Thank you, Grandpa Tian."

The old man said lightly: "The three families don't need to go again, so as not to be looked down upon. Nalan Wenruo is dead, your grandfather and two uncles have also retreated to the second line. Moreover, Mr. Zhu is calm by nature and ignores foreign affairs, so they will not

Give the Nalan family another face.”

In the distance, Aying held a down jacket and his eyes remained on Nalan himself, never moving away every second. The figure was elegant and romantic, and it was the most beautiful scenery in the world, and I could never get tired of seeing it.

A light and gentle smile appeared on Aying's cold face.

Before Nalan Zijian could approach, Aying had already met him. While putting on a down coat on Nalan Zijian, he asked with concern: "Young Master, is it cold?"

Nalan Zijian looked at Aying with a smile, his smile was still the same as usual, unparalleled handsomeness.

"Let's go, someone invites me to have tea today."

As he said that, he raised his foot and walked forward.

"Young Master", Aying followed Nalan Zijian's footsteps.

"What's wrong?" Nalan Zijian stopped and did not look back, his voice became a little cold.

"Young Master, can you stop going?"
Chapter completed!