I want this light to last forever.
It was dim and dark, and I don’t know how long it took, maybe seconds, minutes, hours, days, years or even longer.
Fang Yingxing didn't know that his last memory was Xu Qing's voice, with a crying sound, asking him to go back and come back to her.
The sound became stronger and stronger, and finally covered his entire world.
He opened his eyes suddenly, trying to find a familiar figure with his blurred eyes.
The surrounding light seemed to be very soft, and the body felt warm. There seemed to be something soft underneath. When I touched it with my hand, it was a thin layer of cotton spread on the straw.
He couldn't see clearly. The intense overload operation caused the Eternal Eye to be severely damaged. Although it was not completely dark, his vision was still blurry. No matter how hard he looked, he could only see the outline of things.
He sat up cross-legged, formed seals with his hands, and tried to circulate spiritual energy, but he quickly frowned because the meridians in his body were damaged in many places, and even the spiritual energy could not circulate.
In other words, he can no longer use Taoist magic, nor can he use pupil magic. He is just an ordinary person with a strong physical body.
He sighed, but he could understand it. After all, it was a miracle to survive the Immortal Burial's move.
He explored the eternal world, and the light door still stood there. Although the light was dimmed, it was not damaged.
At the moment when his cultivation level declined, he recovered the light gate's protective consciousness in time. If not, he might have died long ago.
When he was still thinking about how to recover his body next, an old but kind voice entered his ears.
"You're awake. The villagers saw you lying on the roadside, so they sent you here. This medicine is really amazing. You can recover from such a serious injury."
Fang Yingxing was stunned for a moment, and then he thought about how he came out of the Immortal Burial Place, but after thinking for a long time, he still had no clue, and he had no memory of that time.
He patted his head and saluted in the direction of the old man. After his inspection just now, he found that the old man had no spiritual energy fluctuations at all, which meant that she was just a mortal.
However, after receiving no response for a long time, he gently raised his head: "Mother-in-law?"
"I, old woman, could not see anything before, but now my ears are no longer working. Haha, I am getting old."
Fang Yingxing was stunned for a moment. This old woman was as invisible as him. Although his words seemed to be complaining, his tone was not at all like it. Instead, there was a sense of optimism.
He twisted the joints and found that there was no problem in moving, so he got out of bed and tried to explore the surroundings. Although it was very blurry, he could vaguely see that the house was very simple, even crude. The ground was made of dirt, and the house was There was a layer of golden stuff on top, which seemed to be straw.
There was very little furniture. In addition to the straw bed she slept on, there was also a golden layer on the ground. It was probably the bed given by the old lady to a disabled person, and she made a temporary sleeping place on the ground.
There is also a small round stool in the room. Judging from the color, it should be made of wood. It is small and irregular in shape. Fang Yingxing guessed that it might be a missing piece.
The table above the round stool was probably the same color as the round stool, with a bunch of white items neatly placed on it.
Fang Yingxing asked the old woman curiously.
The old woman smiled and replied: "That's a candle. The doctor in the village said that your eyes were injured, but you can still see. I have always dreamed of seeing a burning candle."
Fang Yingxing was a little surprised that there were so many candles in such a simple and poor place, which seemed a bit too luxurious.
He learned that the old woman actually made candles and sold these candles, but in many cases she would sell them in person because most of her customers were from mountainous areas and electricity was not yet widely available.
Fang Yingxing looked at her blind eyes and aging legs and took a deep breath in disbelief.
After recovering here for several days, Fang Yingxing's physical injuries on the surface have basically recovered. Although the internal meridian injuries still have not recovered, what makes him happy is that Erfeng's bell has been repairing his eyes.
After a few days of recovery, although he still couldn't use the pupil technique, his eyes could already see more detailed things clearly.
After he could see clearly, the first thing that surprised him was the old woman's candle.
It was an old alley, with an ordinary breeze and warm sunshine. Between the rice-roofed earth walls, the old woman sat on a round stool, silently making candles. Her technique is skillful, as if she is performing an ancient dance.
Candles are just ordinary things, but after passing through the hands of the old lady, they seem to have become tokens of people's emotions. Bundles and bundles filled her workbench. From material selection, grinding, wax melting to drawing and rolling wax, every step is meticulous. The scent of wax is light and carries the flavor of time, as if it can travel through time and bring back memories of the past.
Melting wax, like life, requires patience and perseverance. The wax melts slowly on the fire, just like the traces left by time on people's faces. The red flame is the temperature of life and a symbol of hope. When the wax water slowly becomes smooth, it is like the old woman's heart that has gone through many vicissitudes but is still soft.
Drawing is a tedious process. The iron spoon in the old woman's hand was like a magic wand. The wax liquid flowed down from the spoon and gradually solidified into silk. This thread, like the dots in life, connects the past and the future. Every trace embodies her hard work and sweat, and also entrusts people's hope for light.
Rolling wax is the most artistic part. The thin wax threads flew flexibly in the old woman's hands, and finally turned into beautiful candles. Judging from her technique, she is calm and unhurried, as if she is talking to time. Each candle is like a reflection of her inner world, full of deep emotions and perceptions of life.
Fang Yingxing hadn't watched something so fascinated for a long time. His eyes reflected each process, refusing to let go of any detail.
You can't even see the candle with your eyes, but your technique is so skillful.
Recently, he often helps the old lady carry materials and do some physical work, and his relationship with her has become much closer.
In fact, like most people, he didn't quite understand why a mortal who was blind could reach such an extent, even though her own savings were enough to support her.
Fang Yingxing also learned from the old woman that this place did not seem to leave the management area of Tianzicheng. Judging from the landform, Fang Yingxing speculated that it was the edge of the dense forest, because there were not many trees here, but there were still many mountains.
