newbobooks Chapter 252 Recognizing Reality is Also a Form of Cultivation
Chapter 252 Recognizing Reality is Also a Form of Cultivation
The Gu family in the Northeast forest region.
The atmosphere on the earthen kang (heated brick bed) fell into an eerie silence after the last high note of "I Love You, China" faded away.
Old Gu sat cross-legged, oblivious to the small patch of skin that had been burned by his pipe bowl falling onto his lap.
His face was already covered in tears.
"Good...good girl..."
Old Man Gu sniffed and wiped his face with trembling hands.
Having lived most of his life, he had never heard such beautiful revolutionary songs before.
It's better than those old revolutionary songs!
Gu Dapeng, standing to the side, was so excited his face turned bright red. He grinned foolishly at the screen, looking just like a rich man's silly son.
"Dad, what do you think of my taste?"
"This is our brother-in-law's younger sister!"
"If you really become family, and your daughter-in-law sings this song to you on the kang (heated brick bed) every day, wouldn't you be overjoyed?"
Upon hearing this, Old Man Gu, who was still immersed in being moved, froze instantly.
He slowly turned his head and first glanced at Jiang Baizhi on the television, who was as pure and holy as frost, like a goddess descending to earth.
He slowly turned his head and looked at his own son in front of him, who was wearing a tank top, exposing his belly button, with messy hair like a bird's nest, and drooling.
"Great Roc."
Old Man Gu's voice became extremely heavy, even carrying a trace of a loving father's final pity.
"What's wrong, Dad? Do you also think that Bai Zhi and I look like a perfect couple?"
Gu Dapeng was still basking in his own glory.
Old Man Gu sighed and said softly:
"You used to talk about that Cuihua from the next village every day, the 'Queen of Flowery Flowers'."
"At the time, Dad thought to himself, although our Dapeng is a bit rough, he is not handsome and does not have much money. No matter how hard he tries, he is not good enough for that Cannes Film Festival Best Actress."
"????"
"Dad, can you say something good about me?"
Gu Dapeng was stunned:
"Besides, Dad, why are you bringing up Cuihua? That's all in the past. I like Baizhi now..."
"Let me finish."
Old Man Gu glanced at the television again, his eyes filled with despair:
"But now, as I look at my daughter on the screen, I suddenly feel a chill in my heart."
"I think... your liking for Cuihua before was like a toad lusting after a swan."
"Now that you like Jiang Baizhi, it's like 'a black ox wanting to cultivate in the human world to become a princess's husband'. This is no longer a leap between species."
"My son, listen to your father's advice, why don't you go back to liking Empress Cuihua?"
"The probability of me being with Cuihua is at least a hundred times greater than the probability of me being with this girl!"
Before Gu Dapeng could speak...
Looking at Dapeng's silly expression, Old Man Gu shook his head and muttered to himself:
"No, think about it carefully. Cuihua is an international celebrity now. You're not good enough for her."
"Then... Wang Erya from the village entrance?"
"No way, Er Ya is a manager in the city now, and she wouldn't even look at you."
"Your cousin's niece, Xiaocao?"
"No, that won't work either. They're divorced. You can't take advantage of them and get a daughter for free. You're not good enough for them."
Old Man Gu rattled off several girls' names, but in the end, they all turned into a long sigh.
He looked around and saw that, apart from the unwashed pot, all that was left in the house was the cured meat hanging on the wall.
Finally, Old Man Gu's gaze slowly moved downwards.
It landed on Big Yellow, who was lying on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and staring intently at the TV.
Old Man Gu's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had finally found his son's place, and he pointed at Big Yellow:
"Dapeng, if all else fails, I think Dahuang... you'd be a barely good match."
"Although it can't sing, at least it doesn't mind that you're poor or that you look like a potato."
"puff--!!!"
Gu Dapeng almost spat a mouthful of blood onto the kang table.
He looked at his father in terror, then at the large yellow dog weighing several hundred pounds beside him, and let out a desperate scream:
"Dad! Are you crazy! Big Yellow is a male! It's a male!!"
Gu Dapeng's voice had just fallen.
The usually quiet Dahuang seemed to understand the insane conversation between the father and son.
Its huge eyes suddenly narrowed, and its previously docile expression instantly turned extremely aloof.
"roar--!!!"
A deep, oppressive tiger's roar exploded inside the room, shaking the paper windows.
Da Huang suddenly sat up straight, and his eyes, surprisingly, revealed a deep sense of contempt when he looked at Gu Dapeng.
That look clearly said:
Although I am a tiger, I still have aesthetic sense!
Someone like you, who can get cramps up just from folding a blanket, thinks you're good enough for me?
You're too rough even when you're carrying Jiang Baizhi's shoes, stay away from me, don't dirty my colorful fur!
After yelling that, Da Huang jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed) without looking back.
With elegant and domineering cat-like steps, she burrowed into her own den, leaving only her indifferent backside facing Gu Dapeng.
Gu Dapeng: "......."
He completely collapsed.
It was bad enough that he was being criticized by his father, but now even the big yellow dog that the family had raised for so many years was starting to think he wasn't good enough for him.
"Dad... am I really that bad?" Gu Dapeng asked, his voice trembling with tears.
Old Man Gu patted him on the shoulder sympathetically and relit his pipe:
"My son, recognizing reality is also a form of self-cultivation."
"At least Dahuang didn't bite you just now, which means it still has some family affection for you."
.......
Lin.
The room fell into an unusual silence.
Lin Le sat motionless on the sofa, his hands still.
His voice was a little hoarse from shouting earlier, and he was now staring blankly at the Jiang Fairy on TV, who was bowing while lifting her skirt.
Sitting behind him, Lin's mother rubbed her reddened eyes and turned to look at her son.
Her eyes held a kind of loving light, as if she were a mother feeling deeply gratified.
Lin Le had shown them Jiang Baizhi before, so as parents, how could they not know their own son?
He's clearly fallen for that girl.
I was just thinking that the game was more important than my future daughter-in-law.
Now... my future daughter-in-law is more important than games!