Chapter 925 Falling Sick
This is a short story. The protagonist of the novel is an ordinary young man. The plot is very simple. Because of his craze for kung fu, the young man is very obsessed with martial arts novels. He always yearns to become a martial arts master in a martial arts novel. However, becoming a martial arts master is not just talk. You have to find someone to learn kung fu and practice kung fu.
An old man who knew Tai Chi taught him a few moves, but he was not used to the soft Tai Chi. The old man told him that if he really couldn't do it, he should learn sword.
This suggestion hit the mark exactly. The young man, who was obsessed with martial arts novels, longed to become a swordsman, but in order to learn swordplay he had to have a sword first. So he ran to a sporting goods store to ask if there were any good swords, preferably the legendary sword that could cut through iron like mud.
Unfortunately, the salesperson at the sporting goods store told the young man that what they sold were ordinary swords, and that the kind of sword he described that could cut through iron like mud did not exist in the world.
In desperation, the young man could only spend a few dozen yuan to buy a very ordinary sword. The sword looked inconspicuous and was no different from the ones used by the old men dancing with swords in the park.
The sword was bought, but how to learn it? The young man found an old man who often came to the park to practice sword fighting through the introduction of the old man who taught him boxing. This old man was not simple at first glance, with white hair, white beard and ruddy face, and he looked like a master in martial arts novels.
Especially when he saw the old man practicing sword, the sword in the old man's hand was flying like a white silk, which was very beautiful. The young man's eyes were shining when he watched from the side. After the old man finished practicing, he took two steps forward and kowtowed to become his apprentice. The old man refused to accept the young man at first, but the young man insisted on becoming his apprentice, and his attitude was very sincere. The old man thought about it helplessly and expressed his willingness to teach him a few moves, but how far he could practice depended on the young man's talent.
Who would have thought that the young man was quite talented in this area, and coupled with his great dedication, he learned everything in just one month.
At this time, the old man told the young man that the moves were just forms and were actually not important. From now on he had to practice on his own . It would be a matter of hard work and it would depend on himself how far he could reach.
At this time, the young man asked the old man a question about the sword. After hearing the young man's question, the old man laughed and said to the young man: "As long as you have a sword in your heart, this sword is a good sword. Why bother to pursue the sword itself?" After saying this nonsense, the old man walked away, and the young man never saw this old man again.
The young man never understood what the old man left him, but from that day on, he began to practice sword-fighting with full concentration every day as the old man said, and he practiced regardless of wind or rain. Several years passed, and as time went by, the young man's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds. The more he practiced, the more he felt that he and the sword in his hand were gradually merging together. When he danced with the sword, he seemed to have a feeling of unity between man and sword.
Once when he was practicing sword skills, the young man was getting excited. Suddenly he let out a long whistle, and with a sudden move of the sword in his hand, the sword slashed towards an iron railing not far in front of him.
When the sword hit the iron railing, the young man suddenly realized that he only had an ordinary sword in his hand, but it was too late to withdraw his hand. With a slight ding sound, the sword blade had already cut through the iron railing as thick as a child's arm.
He stopped immediately and took back his sword to take a closer look, but he did not find any damage on the sword. Moreover, this originally insignificant sword now seemed to have a layer of light shining on the sword body. And when he looked at the iron railing again, he actually cut it in two with his sword just now. The upper part flew far away, and the broken end was extremely smooth, which made the young man dumbfounded.
The young man stood there for a long time, as if he wanted to test again that what happened just now was not a false alarm. He took a few deep breaths again, raised his sword and swung it at the other half of the iron railing. There was also a light sound, and the other half of the iron railing was easily cut in half by him, while the sword in his hand was still intact.
Suddenly, the words the old man said when he left that year flashed through the young man's mind. At this moment, he finally understood the true meaning of the old man's words.
The old man was right, there were no magic swords in this world. The real sword is in one's own heart. When one has enough faith in one's heart, the ordinary sword in one's hand will become a magic sword that can cut through iron like mud. This is the true meaning of using a sword!
The novel was not long, with only less than 10,000 words, and Song Yuanchao finished reading it quickly.
After finishing reading the novel, the scene of the young man in the novel swinging his sword to cut off the iron railings flashed through Song Chaoyuan's mind.
As Luo Yang said, this is indeed a very interesting novel, and although the novel is about swords, it is not actually about swords. The real meaning is philosophy, a kind of wisdom in life.
At the same time, Song Yuanchao vaguely saw the shadow of "The Oil Seller" in this novel, and the words of the oil seller rang in his ears: "It's nothing special... just my hands are practiced..."
"Interesting..." Song Yuanchao closed the magazine. The plot of the novel seemed a bit absurd, but if you think about it carefully, there is an indescribable flavor. No wonder Luo Yang had such thoughts when he accidentally saw this novel.
However, novels are novels, and movies are movies. These are two completely different concepts.
The novel is more vivid, but the way of expression in the movie is different from that in the novel. If this novel is made into a movie, the plot is really thin, and it is difficult to express the artistic conception of the novel in many aspects.
Song Chaoyuan frankly told Luo Yang his opinion. Luo Yang nodded and said that he had thought of this as well, but for some reason, after reading the novel, he had a strong urge to film it. Perhaps it was the artistic conception of the novel that made Luo Yang feel the same way, or perhaps there were other reasons.
"If you want to film it, then go ahead. The plot of the novel is simple anyway, and it won't cost much to make it into a movie. But I suggest you think about the script carefully, and ask Wang Shuo and others to polish it, or listen to their opinions?"
"That makes sense!" Luo Yang thought about it and nodded, then took the magazine from Song Yuanchao and stood up: "Okay, I'll leave first."
"Leaving? Not staying for dinner before leaving?" Song Chaoyuan asked puzzledly. Could this guy have come here just to read this novel to him?
"No, I'm not going to eat anymore. I have to go back to Yanjing tomorrow. Xiaoyun is waiting for me at home." Luo Yang waved his hand and left. After seeing Luo Yang off, Song Yuanchao shook his head in a helpless manner, went back to the living room and sat down, lit a cigarette and smoked. For some reason, the scene of the novel that Luo Yang asked him to read just now flashed through his mind.
Perhaps because he was tired, Song Yuanchao fell asleep half lying on the sofa. In his dream, he had a strange dream. In the dream, he seemed to be the young man in the novel, dancing with a long sword in his hand. In a blink of an eye, he returned to his previous life, working busy in the company. Familiar but unnamed faces kept shaking in front of him, making him dazzled.
He didn't know how long it had been, but Song Yuanchao vaguely heard someone calling his name again. The voice seemed right next to his ear, yet it seemed so far away.
"Aid Korea! Aid Korea!"
The sound became clearer and clearer. Song Yuanchao suddenly woke up from his dream. When he opened his eyes, he found that Lin Yan was very close to him, looking at him with concern.
"You're back?" As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Yuanchao suddenly found that his voice was a little hoarse. He wanted to sit up, but his hands and feet felt a little weak. He fell backwards just when he raised his body halfway, and his head was dizzy.
"Oh, why is your forehead so hot? Do you have a fever?" Lin Yan touched Song Yuanchao's forehead and quickly went to find a thermometer to take Song Yuanchao's temperature. Song Yuanchao did not refuse. He took the thermometer and put it in his mouth. He also felt something was wrong with his body, as if he was really sick.
A few minutes later, Lin Yan was shocked when she saw Song Yuanchao's temperature. Song Yuanchao's temperature was 39.5 degrees. No wonder he was so hot and his complexion was abnormal.
This was too much. Lin Yan quickly asked the servants for help. Together they helped Song Chaoyuan into the car. She left the servants at home to take care of the child, and Lin Yan drove to the nearest central hospital.
After arriving at the hospital and going to the emergency room, the doctor took Song Yuanchao's temperature again. The doctor checked his temperature and examined him. To be on the safe side, he consulted Lin Yan and had Song Yuanchao hospitalized and given an IV drip.
After the drip was put on, Song Yuanchao felt very tired and fell asleep again. When he fell asleep, Luo Yang and Li Xiaoyun, who had heard the news, as well as Luo Lin, Zhang Jianguo and others rushed over to visit Song Yuanchao.
"What's wrong? Wasn't he fine when I saw him in the afternoon? Why did he suddenly fall ill?" Seeing Song Yuanchao lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, Luo Yang couldn't help but ask Lin Yan what happened.
Lin Yan shook her head. Song Yuanchao was really too busy these days. Moreover, due to problems in various companies, Song Yuanchao had been traveling back and forth between Shanghai, Nanjing, Yanjing, Pengcheng and even Hong Kong in the past few months. In addition, there were climate differences between the north and the south and spring was a season when colds were common. It was inevitable that Song Yuanchao would get sick due to exhaustion.
Speaking of which, Song Yuanchao has always been in good health, and he has rarely even had a cold over the years. This is the first time that he has suddenly had such a severe fever.
"The doctor said it was nothing, just a severe cold and fever. Also, he didn't get enough rest these days, and the seasonal changes may have caused his immunity to be poor." Lin Yan was afraid that everyone would worry, so she made a special explanation. After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but sigh and comforted Lin Yan a few words.
The saying that illness comes like a mountain falling on you is absolutely true.
This time, Song Yuanchao was sick and stayed in the ward for several days. In fact, his high fever subsided on the morning of the next day, but he felt weak all over. Unexpectedly, his temperature fluctuated again in the afternoon. He continued to receive intravenous drips and take medicine. After a few days, his complexion looked ugly, and he sounded weak when he spoke.
After another two days of recuperation, Song Chaoyuan slowly recovered. Luo Yang was originally going to Yanjing the next day, but later changed the time. He waited until the doctor said that Song Yuanchao was completely fine before he left with peace of mind.
Li Daqi and Qin Zhengguo arrived the next day. When they arrived, Song Yuanchao had already regained consciousness. Seeing them coming, Song Yuanchao was touched, but he complained that they were making a fuss. It was just a fever, not a serious illness. Why was it so serious?
