"July 14th, Tianjin Tanggu Wharf." On the third week after Feng gathered the eight generals, Feng Siye found a message from the wind media, not to mention what it was, just asked Feng to meet at the wharf. Now it's in the heat, and it's cool and tight in Tianjin Port.
After all, I haven't seen Siye Feng for more than two years, and Feng misses this big brother. Calculating carefully, Feng Siye's funds to support him over the years are no less than tens of millions, and this favor is probably unclear. As for Si Ye's enthusiasm for public welfare, one percent of his annual income is donated to Hope Primary School, which is also an agreement with Feng at the beginning. In fact, Feng didn’t expect at that time that Siye Feng’s income would be so large after entering the east. Every year tens of millions of dollars were invested in public welfare undertakings. However, Siye was still very low-key to his death. Now those children who have returned to school. We don't know who that great good person is.
"Do you need me to accompany you? Call that monk again?" Tang Meng said Dou Muqi. These days, she always feels an inexplicable hostility spreading around Dai Junchou, but she carefully investigates it. But got nothing. The woman's instinct tells her that something must happen.
"Forget it, I just met an old friend, and Tianjin Port is not far away." Feng thought for a while, and there really had to be someone sitting in the store. Xiao Harrier went back to visit his master, and Dou Mu La was in retreat. Don't know what his grades are, Tang Mengli is considered half a shopkeeper, and he has to look good on his family business, even though it is a small and poor family business.
"Then you are careful on the road, I always feel weird around me lately." Tang Mengli also knew that the store was inseparable, and reluctantly said.
"Don't worry. It's not now." Feng waved his hand, went home to find a set of clean clothes to change on, and bought a ticket to Tianjin on the official website of the Ministry of Railways, which was not smooth.
On the night of July 13, Feng embarked on the train to Tianjin. At six o'clock in the morning, he was standing on the pier with the sea breeze while biting a fresh pancake fruit. The dock at six o'clock was already quite busy. The workers who were loading and unloading had finished their meals early, the sweat on their faces was constantly pouring out, and they were immediately wiped out by the sea breeze.
Tanggu Port is an old port, and Feng Siye asked him to be an inconspicuous small fishing port. Now there are more than a dozen small steamers secretly trading fresh seafood that has just been salvaged. Tianjin people love to eat. Pippi prawns must be fresh out of the water, crabs must have their teeth and claws, and the light fishy and salty from the fresh seafood combined with the idle sea breeze makes the new day extra beautiful.
"It's early enough." Feng Siye carried his hands behind his back and was wearing a brand-new black sportswear. The beard on his face was shaved cleanly. He hasn't seen him in the past few years, and the old guy is getting younger and younger. Si Ye stood on the bank and blew the wind for a quarter of an hour with Feng, and no one spoke. The old and the young are quite conspicuous, saying that the age of the grandfather and grandson is wrong, that the father and son feel awkward, maybe it is a year-end marriage, but the energy of these two people is not far away, it is really hard to guess.
"I rented a boat and went out to sea with me?" Feng Siye took the lead to break the tranquility. He told Fenglai to have nothing else but to go out to sea with his old man to relax.
"Let's walk." Feng smiled slightly, and followed the Fourth Master onto a small fishing boat. Small is not too small, four crew members, seven or eight square meters of cabin, and a mess of cables piled on the deck. A few things are quite conspicuous, a square table and two mahogany chairs. It doesn't seem to be something that should be on a fishing boat, but Feng Siye didn't say it, and Feng didn't ask.
"I always wanted to go to sea to see it, but when I was young, I had time and no money. When I was rich, I finally went out to sea. To be honest, I was so excited that I didn't fall asleep last night." Humor, pointing to those tables and chairs, "I came in person when I was chartering the boat a few days ago. The boat is of a suitable size and stable enough. I think about pulling these furniture from the old house, it's a way of putting on airs. "Feng Siye is not a face-loving person, let alone putting on airs. There is an old man out of the mine, no matter how disguised he is just a soot.
"You're always joking, let's sit down and talk." Feng watched the boat sail extremely smoothly, and brought a chair to Fourth Master. "I'm no better than you, I'm tired after standing for a long time."
"Look, look, look, how old this is, it’s just a lack of practice, you." Si Ye buckled the table with his finger knuckles, and couldn’t help selling the old one: “I’m all this age, five kilometers a day. Nothing to say, the meat can still eat a catty, and the wine still dare to drink! It’s not something else, it’s exercise!” Feng Siye squeezed Feng’s small shoulder across the table, “Look at you, thin Just like a stick, I can’t feel two or two flesh for a long time. Let’s say you’re also a well-known Daijun Choi, but look, there is no family and no career, no wives and children, not even a good body. , What are you doing!"
Feng could only smile bitterly. Four masters were telling the truth. To say that he made a lot of money, he never seemed to bother about money, but there is really no decent family property, and his house is still a dad. Mom left it, but she's alone, and who will she leave the family business for
"Honestly, are you tired of living these years?" Si Ye stared at Dai Junchou's purple eyes and reflected an old figure.
"Tired, he's really tired." Feng is not hypocritical, all foxes for thousands of years, there is no need to play a chat. "But I like it, no way, whoever makes us is the fate of our heart.
In fact, sometimes I think about it, letting go of all this, going to the world, going to his beliefs, going to his benevolence and righteousness, Lao Tzu just wants to be a petty citizen who guards himself, is this great wish? Is it big! Feng said with excitement, staring at no wine, he could only light a cigarette to set off his helplessness. After taking a deep breath, his tone eased: "But we can't be free, nor dare to be free. . If I don't care about anything, is it still me? Then what am I still alive! I just like to be busy, I like to be responsible, I just can't see the suffering of others, just can't see this reversed world! "Anyway, there is no one on the side. Feng also found that he hadn't been so impulsive for many days. Hormones and adrenaline rushed through the blood vessels, impacting the brain and heart. This feeling is too rare and refreshing.
"You are too young and too impulsive. The bad things in this life are the four words of benevolence, justice and morality." The Fourth Master looked melancholy and glanced at the sea level, "I am old, and the rest is just slow Slow maturity. And what about you on behalf of the king?" The fourth master stared at Feng's face, as if it was filled with helplessness: "You just mature first, and the remaining years can only grow old."