Under the stars, nothing is fresh.
Gazing at the stars for a while.
Inspector He, who has long been bent over his work, feels his neck particularly sore and particularly satisfying.
The scholars of this era are quite romantic.
Watching the stars, the sea, and the mountains, they all like to compose poems.
Summer solstice.
The weather's warm.
The starry sky is pure.
The stars are all over the sky, and if you look up for a moment, the stars seem to be responding to you, popping up more and more.
After a while, they come in bunches.
The weather is too hot, looking at the starry sky, seems to bring momentary coolness.
Standing high.
Just a little bit higher.
But it's enough.
It feels close to the stars.
Far from the city.
The feeling of looking at the world and looking at the stars is somewhat similar.
The streets of the world are bustling, the houses are brightly lit, and from a distance, they are also like twinkling stars.
Neither Inspector He nor his elder brother wrote poems.
It seems that writing poetry requires talent.
Jiang Mianmian, on the other hand, has recited a few poems, but it seems not easy to fit the occasion, so forget it.
If she plagiarizes a poem, and her father thinks she is suitable for the path of a talented lady, and makes her write poems every day, it would be dreadful.
Jiang Mianmian lacks determination in everything she does, just like a good-looking chicken.
She can't do it, but she greatly respects the people who can.
Just like the stargazer before her eyes. This is an early human astronomer. The Big Dipper was recorded by them. He looks at the stars, records the stars, knows everything about each distant star, as if they were his nephews.
The stars are so far away that they can never be touched with the current technology.
Like a myth.
But he still observes and records every day, for decades as if they were one day. It's not an adjective, it's what he's doing.
His predecessor handed over to him after his death, and when he is about to die, he will hand over to the next person.
He probably senses his impending end, so he selects someone early, brings a youth like he was back then, watches the stars every day, accompanies him for a while, and then one day, under the stars, he lies down and leaves.
The youth continues to watch the stars until he becomes middle-aged, old-aged.
This is the continuation of civilization.
Even without poetry, it moves people.
A group of people on the mountain top watched the stargazer, the dense starry sky, the dense star maps.
They watched the stargazer with cervical spondylosis in reversal, who looked up and waved goodbye to them.
They left.
He was alone on the mountain.
Looking up at the starry sky.
The stars move.
.....
Back on their way, Inspector He looked at his pensive students and felt proud.
For such lazy students who think too much, the heavy hammer approach prevails.
Let her experience the real life will make her understand better.
The star observer, was quite a shocker to Inspector He when he saw them for the first time.
After the shock, came respect.
And it also strengthened his determination to study.
Whenever he wanted to slack off, the image of the person gazing at the stars would appear in his mind. In the vast plains, on high mountains and dangerous towers, by rivers and lakes, their lonely gaze at the stars, for decades as if it were a single day.
It made him feel the need to persist.
Get up early to study, sometimes when he's sleepy, soaking a cloth in cold water and placing it on his face, waiting to sober up a bit and continue reading.
There's no such thing as a born talent, a natural scholar. Only persistence and hard work through cold and heat, eventually bring success.
Every success of his was well-deserved.
Today, he revealed the secret of his initial success to his newly accepted student.
He hoped she understood.
The carriage swayed.
For how long it swayed, the world seemed foreign. Seeing the ancients in long tunics swaying, it always felt like a dream.
However, today she saw the formation of the dream, she saw the dream weaver.
So many stars, recorded day after day, do they mean something?
Perhaps when you blink, a star flashes brightly and then dimly. That's a sign of a violent explosion in far-off galaxies that seems to have nothing to do with you.
Perhaps when you blink, a star disappears.
As if it never existed all.
But someone, recorded it.
Its existence, leaves traces.
At this moment, Jiang Mianmian seemed to feel a lot more settled inside.
She had always felt like a drifting leaf on the ocean that didn't know where it came from or where it was going. Destruction seemed to be its eventual destination.
As if there was no meaning in struggling.
At this moment, she felt, different.
Through hard struggle, final death.
Unordinary death, it's different from common death.
We can change things through hard work, it's not fruitless.
Don't feel so powerless.
Don't panic either.
Even the distant stars leave traces with their existence.
That feeling of being out of place, at this moment, seemed to converge somewhat, become a bit more earnest.
Outside the carriage, Jiang Feng, who was riding a horse, led the way slowly in front of the carriage. He saw the stargazer and was also moved.
Because he had hibernated in the ground and witnessed the endless darkness, he has an endless stream of negative energy.
It made it impossible for him to love others.
He just wanted to protect his family.
But seeing the stargazer, looking up at the stars day after day.
In that instant, perhaps he himself was a person buried in darkness, as seen by the stars.
Was he looking up at the starry sky, or was the starry sky looking at him?
His heart was moved, becoming particularly calm, watching the world's fleeting time, the bustling people coming and going.
He still liked the liveliness.
Whether it was a lively celebration or a lively funeral, anything would do.
When Inspector He saw his student lost in thought for a long while, he felt that his teaching objective had more or less been achieved, so he asked “Have you understood?”
Jiang Mianmian nodded.
“Oh! Understood what?”
“Sir, you should look up at the stars more. You have a bad neck. Aren't you often dizzy, and when you stand up, do you sway a bit? All of these are because your neck is bad, causing poor blood supply. Looking at the stars more in the future is good for your health.”
Inspector He's cheeks twitched a bit……
Is there really nothing else you want to say?
Jiang Mianmian looked at the instructor's suppressed anger, and continued.“Sir, your liver fire is a bit high, your hand trembles, you might have hyperthyroidism. You should eat lighter food on a regular basis, and eat less seafood.”
Inspector He took back his trembling hand. You’ve just angered me. It's not a disease.
"Sir, I've decided. From now on, when I have free time, I can turn to practicing medicine and saving people, each saved life counts. Every person is like a star, insignificant, yet when looking up at the stars, he is also a star in the eyes of the stars. Some stars are brighter, some stars dimmer, some stars disappear, and new stars are born, like an astronomer's star map in the long history, day after day, being handed down as a legacy."
Inspector He's heartbeat slightly quickened again.
One minute suffocated, another moment stunned, and then comforted.
The ups and downs of all this.
It really was exhaustive.
"What's for dinner tonight?"
"Noodles, my mother makes delicious noodles."
"Very good."
"What are you holding in your hand?"
"My star."
"Speak plainly."
"An ant."
"Don't come over..."
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