"Yeah, I heard there's a show on it. I wonder if it's good."
"It's definitely beautiful, let me tell you..."
While they were chatting enthusiastically on one side, Wang Shouren was trying to persuade Zhuge Liang on the other.
"Old man, can't we be less stubborn?" Wang Shouren said helplessly.
"I told you to go, so why did you have to drag me along?" Professor Zhuge didn't quite understand. The whole family was going to Hong Kong, so why did they want to drag him along?
"Hey, you really are something else. Let me tell you, I got a whole bunch of books over there. You really have no interest?"
"Books?" Professor Zhuge immediately perked up: "What books?"
What other books do you think are suitable?
"Then why don't you just pull them all back?"
“My dear old professor, do you really think those books are free? I have limited funds, and I would like you to go and take a look at which books are of higher priority and bring them back.”
Professor Zhuge frowned. He himself had studied abroad and knew how expensive books were overseas. Although Wang Shouren had some money here, he certainly wouldn't be considered wealthy in Hong Kong.
In fact, all of this was planned by Wang Shouren.
Old Man Zhuge was alone at home. In previous years, he would bring Old Man Zhuge home to celebrate the New Year together, so that he wouldn't be too lonely.
He didn't want to go to a nursing home.
This year's situation is special, and Wang Shouren was genuinely worried about letting him spend the New Year alone. So he thought of bringing him along.
We need a reason to take him along. And here's a ready-made reason: ask him to help select some books.
The availability of books in China today isn't exactly scarce, but it's practically nonexistent. It's not that you can't buy them, but many things simply don't have enough foreign exchange. In some regions, there's even talk of providing government jobs simply for bringing back a certain amount of foreign exchange. It's far too little; books aren't even on the table.
This inevitably tempted Zhuge Liang.
"So, are you going or not, sir?"
Old Man Zhuge sighed and glanced at him: "I said I wouldn't go, but you can't stop me. Go ahead, go ahead. It'll be good to keep an eye on Ruiming and prevent him from going too wild."
This is just him trying to save face.
Just kidding, Wang Ruiming knows how to have fun? In his world, studying is playing.
This is actually thanks to a saying that Wang Shouren told him many years ago. The little guy listened to it and regarded it as a guiding principle, which led to the emergence of the Wang Ruiming we know today.
When they were kids, Wang Ruiming was much more mischievous than Wang Xirou.
Even some of the elderly men in the nursing home couldn't stand it.
Therefore, Wang Shouren and Wang Ruiming had a father-son exchange.
Wang Shouren spent the whole day playing outside with his five-year-old son, Wang Ruiming. Afterward, the father and son went to Shichahai for a visit.
In the evening, Wang Shouren finally asked, "Did you have fun today?"
"happy."
"If we play the same thing tomorrow as we did today, would you still be happy?"
Little Wang Ruiming tilted his head and nodded: "I'm still happy."
"What if we continue playing the same thing the day after tomorrow?"
"Um, I don't know."
"Then...shall we give it a try?"
"Okay, okay!" Wang Ruiming was very happy because he could play, and play for a long time. His mother always forced him to study, which he didn't like. Being able to play was definitely better.
The next day, Wang Shouren spent another day playing with him.
The same thing happened on the third day.
On the fourth, fifth, and sixth days, Wang Ruiming gradually became less happy. He felt bored with these things. When they weren't fun anymore, he asked his father, "Dad, I'm tired of this. I don't want to play anymore. Is there anything new to play with?"
Wang Shouren said with a smile, "Reading."
“Isn’t reading just for fun?” Wang Ruiming didn’t understand.
“No, reading is playing.” Wang Shouren shook his head, picked up a marble, and said, “We played marbles for six days. At first, you couldn’t beat me at all. By the second day, you started to notice and began to study marble techniques. By the fourth day, you could play on par with me. By the sixth day, you felt that there were no more techniques and you were no longer interested. Do you agree with this process?”
“I agree.” Wang Ruiming nodded his little head.
He felt his father was right. At first, he couldn't win, but he wanted to, so he kept trying. After he finished trying, he couldn't see the future, so it lost its appeal.
"So, let's summarize. The so-called 'playing' means seeing something, like marbles, and finding the process of the game interesting. You learn about the game, participate in it, gradually come to like it, and finally, after becoming familiar with it and reaching your peak, you find it boring and abandon it. Is this statement valid?"
"Hmm..." Little Wang Ruiming needed time to think.
Wang Shouren was not in a hurry and waited patiently for him to think it over.
He thought for a long time before he figured out the logic behind it and slowly nodded.
"So, what is play? It's actually a process of exploration. You explore within these rules, and when you reach the highest point, the process makes you very happy. I call this process 'play,' is that okay?"
"no problem."
"But if something you can play with only lasts for seven days, do you think it's a high-quality product?"
"Then... what is a high-quality thing?" Wang Ruiming didn't quite understand.
"Something you can play with for a lifetime, something without end, something that can always make you strive for improvement."
What is that?
"read."
"Studying? But studying isn't fun!"
"Who said that? Come on, I'll show you some fun things to do." Wang Shouren led Wang Ruiming to the "nursing home".
In the nursing home, Wang Ruiming watched as Wang Shouren assembled a four-wheeled off-road vehicle from scratch—or rather, a toy off-road vehicle, which could even move. And that wasn't all; the next day, Wang Shouren led him to assemble a rocket, which launched into the sky under the strange gazes of the people in the "nursing home."
This scene dealt a devastating blow to young Wang Ruiming's heart.
A pair of eyes shone brightly: "Daddy, I want to play with this!"
This is Wang Ruiming's ambition.
“Playing this is really difficult,” Wang Shouren said with a chuckle.
"I'm not afraid! I want to play this."
The young human child thought that playing this was on the same level as playing marbles. So, the young child began all sorts of basic learning in the "retirement home".
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