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Li Xiangqian was stunned for a moment, and his heart was shocked. The old lady's words were like a sharp knife, accurately cutting through the fragility in his heart. He always thought that he was angry and wanted to take revenge on the boss, but he didn't realize that behind his anger was actually a deep sense of uneasiness and powerlessness.

The old lady went on, "If you want to change these things, you must first learn to change yourself. Change your view of the world and change your relationship with these things." She slowly raised her head and stared into Li Xiangqian's eyes. Although her tone was calm, the depth of her meaning was particularly profound.

Li Xiangqian looked at the old lady's calm eyes and suddenly felt as if he was in a dream. He began to feel like a wild animal, always wanting to jump and charge, but never thought that what really needed to be changed might be the blindness and impulsiveness in his heart.

He couldn't help but lower his head, and an unprecedented complex emotion surged in his heart. Anger and powerlessness intertwined together, as if the old lady in front of him was the light that could penetrate everything, and he himself was always blinded by his own emotions.

The old lady did not continue to speak, but sat back in the rocking chair in silence, her hands folded on her knees, her eyes returning to the shadow of the old locust tree. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, the light and shadows were mottled, and the air was filled with a quiet and profound atmosphere.

Li Xiangqian looked at her back, and an unprecedented impulse surged in his heart again, but this time, he was more hesitant and silent. He began to realize that maybe it was time to give himself some space to think calmly and truly understand the answer given by time.

The deaf old lady sat in the rocking chair, still looking quietly at the gradually darkening sky outside, seemingly not hearing Li Xiangqian's angry curses. She rocked the rocking chair slowly, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the armrests of the chair, a long-lost calmness and composure naturally revealed in her.

Li Xiangqian stood there, breathing rapidly, as if a huge stone was pressing down on his chest. He felt that the anger had completely taken over his mind, and the anxiety and indignation that made his heart beat faster would not allow him to let go easily. He kept thinking about the hypocritical smile on his boss's face, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was about to be driven crazy.

"Then he will have to pay the price!" Li Xiangqian said angrily, staring at the old lady, as if he wanted to get an answer from her, or a reason that would put his mind at ease.

The old lady did not respond immediately, but sighed softly, the sound overflowing from her throat, with a little tiredness, as if she had long been accustomed to the injustice and ignorance of this world. She put down the stick in her hand and gently patted the chair next to her: "Sit down, don't be so excited."

Li Xiangqian hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down next to her. The air seemed to be still at this moment. The tranquility of the courtyard and the gradually quiet environment around made people feel an indescribable silence. Li Xiangqian took a deep breath, his heart was still beating very fast, but he felt that he needed to stop and listen to what the old lady said.

The old lady turned her head to the side. Although she was deaf, she could still sense his uneasy breath. Her eyes were gentle and firm, as if they could penetrate all the external noise and see the turmoil in Li Xiangqian's heart.

"You are too anxious," she said calmly, as if she was not affected by Li Xiangqian's anger. "Some things are not as effective as being anxious." She lowered her head and began to slowly sort out the worn books on the table. Her movements were unhurried, but each one revealed a deep calmness. "I know you are anxious, anxious to avenge me, and anxious to make that boss get the punishment he deserves." She paused, a faint smile on her face, "But not everything in this world can be solved by anger."

Li Xiangqian's heart was churning when he heard this. He couldn't help but whisper back, "You don't understand. He cheated on you and hurt you, so why aren't you angry? Why don't you go and settle the score with him? Don't you think he should pay the price?" His words were filled with urgency, as if these issues were a knot in his heart that he couldn't untie or let go.

The old lady put down the book in her hand, raised her head gently, and stared at Li Xiangqian's eyes full of anger and unwillingness, as if she was looking at a restless seed that was being oppressed and twisted by the surrounding environment. She did not answer, but looked at him for a while, and finally whispered: "Sometimes I think, if I choose to respond with anger every time I encounter unfair things, then my life will be full of volcanic eruptions? No, I can't let these ups and downs of the outside world control me." Her eyes became gentle, and a faint smile rose at the corner of her mouth, "Look at this courtyard, it has experienced so many ups and downs over the years, I have long learned not to be impatient."

Li Xiangqian was stunned. The old lady's words seemed to touch a secret place in his heart. He had never really thought about why the old lady could be so calm, and why she didn't choose to be as impulsive as himself in the face of everything that had happened. It's not that she had never suffered, but she had already found her own rhythm and way in the years of hardship.

"Can you really solve the problem by asking me to calm down?" Li Xiangqian asked in a low voice, his tone softened, with a hint of confusion and a deep desire. He still couldn't let go of the boss's image in his heart. The humiliation and helplessness were still like a thorn in his chest.

The old lady did not rush to answer. She sat quietly for a while, turned her eyes to the window, and took a deep breath. She did not seem to be in a hurry to reveal anything, but let time and air slowly dissolve the anxiety and impulse in Li Xiangqian's heart. Finally, she spoke softly: "Being calm is not to escape, but to see the problem more clearly." Her tone was slow, as if she was telling a long story, "You want to take revenge on him, but have you ever thought that the consequences of revenge may not be what you want."

Li Xiangqian did not speak, he lowered his head, the scene in front of him was a little blurry. His heart was still full of anger, but in the old lady's calm words, he seemed to hear a voice telling him that the abyss behind anger was not so easy to cross.

The old lady continued, "Look at that boss. His cunning and hypocrisy will one day get him into trouble." She paused and continued, "I'm not letting him go. I understand that his lifestyle and his values ​​will have consequences sooner or later. I'm just waiting to see how he reaps the fruits of his own labor." Her tone was gentle but firm, as if she had seen everything.