Old Han told a story: Do you know Lü Buwei?

Do you know Lü Buwei? Ma Gaoshe asked me like this.

Ma Gaoshe pushed an old man in a wheelchair, and I also used a wheelchair to push an old man, they are an old couple. We pushed them around the big mound in front of us and talked. The late spring sun was slightly spicy, making the old man's nose shiny, and Ma Gaoshe carefully unbuttoned the old man's button and opened his arms, and then pulled up the old man's cuffs.

I said that I knew that Lü Buwei was the Qin Xiang who had compiled "Lü Shi Chunqiu", and the legend was that it was the father of Qin Shi Huang.

Ma Gaoshe held the tombstone in his hand and pondered for a long time, before saying that Lü Buwei was actually a very shrewd and very successful businessman, and the biggest business he made was to use hundreds of gold to operate the yiren to the throne of the Qin state, and he also became the Qin Xiang, and had half of the wealth of the Qin state. This is the big deal of the businessman!

I nodded frequently, and I also saw two old people nod their heads frequently. Do they understand it too?

Ma Zong, that is, Ma Gaoshe, had a Chinese character-shaped face and a few wrinkles that were not deep enough to fill him with fortitude. The middle part is prominent as usual, and the gestures are quite commanding, and only when facing the old man is the look of respect and piety, and the gestures are much softer. In this regard, his subordinates admired his character, saying that Ma Zonggui was the boss of a company worth hundreds of millions of assets, but he regarded the two elderly people who were not related to him as his own relatives to raise, lived in a villa with a small courtyard, lived with a nanny, and accompanied the old man to play in his spare time. This time, Ma Zong accompanied the old man to see the Dragon Gate and the White Horse Temple, and then stopped by to the tomb of Lü Buwei not far away.

Just for that sentence, "Lü Buwei" tied a tight knot in Ma Zong's heart.

Lü Buwei's tomb is on the campus of a middle school, and the surrounding area has been cut by a third of the time, the rest of which is enclosed in a masonry circle, and a tall monument has been erected on the side of the cemetery. Ma Gaoshe wanted to stop talking, only to hear him muttering to himself: The return of the inhumans to Lü Buwei is the national interest.

There are students reading, walking slowly around the green brick paved path, and the grass next to the path is green. I seem to have seen three students reading texts aloud on such a path, and perhaps I could hear them discussing in earnest. Later, they took up different professions in society. One is Ma Gaoshe, who is engaged in business, who has become Ma Zong, one is a politician, and the other is a journalist. Whether they are in business or in politics, they cannot be separated from the sight of being journalists. I seem to have heard The Ma Gaoshe, who was still a migrant worker, standing at the top of the tall building in the heavy rain and shouting at the roaring heavens: I want to make a lot of money... As if seeing the first bucket of gold that Ma Zong, who had become a small boss, confidently knocked on his door and pushed the envelope containing the bank card in front of him at will. Once the same window stared at each other, youth has passed, sideburns will fade... This gaze finally tore through a psychological line of defense. Kari's money was not much, but it was like a burning fire, igniting the desire of the group lurking in the depths of his soul. He finally dug his first pot of gold.

Since then, I know that Ma Gaoshe has sent it, and he has also sent it. Ma Gaoshe made a fortune that could be publicized, and used this as a value to dig up more wealth. And he could only hide it, afraid that outsiders would look at him differently. Since then, the ambitious Ma Zong has been in and out of his house many times and has been promoted, and he has also seen two other pairs of melancholy eyes many times, those two pairs of eyes have been full of vicissitudes and penetrated the world, and Ma Zong can't help but fight a cold war.

He finally came to an end, life and career. The former classmate suddenly felt pain from the depths of his soul, and this pain may follow him for a lifetime.

Before the execution, the three teenagers had a concise conversation with the window.

He said: Do you know the origin of the idiom "hoarding of strange goods"?

Ma Gaoshe's face blushed: You said it was Lü Buwei?

The reporter said: There are also infidels.

The wick in the mountain village suddenly flashed and jumped a few times, and gradually extinguished. A dead leaf swirled with the wind, danced, and finally landed on the outer edge of the window sill that a pair of old people were staring at... Those two pairs of complicated eyes also extinguished the original spirituality, and they became more and more sluggish and stupid.

Ma Gaoshe continued to gently care for the old man around Lü Buwei's tomb with me, telling stories about Lü Buwei and recounting their feelings of being bound by the rope of desire.

I listened silently, pondering. I'm the journalist. (Author Zhuang Xue)