After the storm, the earth took on a new look, and everyone stepped out.
Wei Jianchao took off his armor, carried a package on his back, and went out in casual clothes. He changed into a black gown and carried a spear slung across his back. Because of his tall stature, he looked even more majestic.
Wen Kui praised:
"The country is picturesque, the general is handsome, and his handsome and heroic appearance is lovable."
Wei Jianchao smiled and said:
"Okay, Old Wen."
Xu Shanchao looked at Wei Jianchao carefully and said:
"This outfit looks very handsome. When are you going to find a little girl?"
Wei Jianchao said:
"When you're looking for a little girl, you're looking for her."
Zhu Shun patted Wei Jianchao on the shoulder and said:
"Ok, Ok."
Wei Jianchao replied:
"Okay, everything goes well."
Zhu Shun smiled and said:
"I didn't expect Jianchao to be so good at talking."
Wei Jianchao said:
"That's so polite. They are all our brothers."
Wen Kui patted Wei Jianchao on the shoulder, laughed loudly, and said:
"Let's go."
A group of four people walked slowly along the forest path.
After the rain, the water in Hengtang filled up the embankments, causing chaos on the roads going up and down.
After the rain, everyone came to a green bamboo forest. The bamboo trees were as bright as new. It was the rain that washed away all the dust.
In one place, beside the stone arch bridge, reeds swayed in the wind, beautiful shadows danced, and hundreds of feet of willow branches lightly brushed across the clear and clear river. The color of the willows was not deep green, but just a light yellow. The willow branch may not have hung into the water, but the willow shadow in the water has elongated it, like an ink painting.
A group of four people walked slowly among the ink paintings.
On the arch bridge, Wen Kui and Wei Jianchao walked at the front, chatting as they walked.
Zhu Shun led the donkey and Xu Shanchao at the back. Zhu Shun looked around, suddenly stopped and lay down on the railing of the arch bridge.
Xu Shanchao also stopped and asked in confusion:
"What's wrong?"
Zhu Shun replied:
"It's really beautiful here."
Xu Shanchao also stopped, lying on the railing of the arch bridge with Zhu Shun, and replied:
"I wonder if this place will still look like this in ten, fifty, or one hundred years."
Zhu Shun sighed:
"I'm not sure. Life flies by for decades, and no one is sure what it will be like."
Xu Shanchao said:
"Yes, no one knows what will happen. Everything is unknown."
Zhu Shun said:
"This is the same as birth, old age, illness and death. If we pass away for decades or hundreds of years, who will remember us? It's the same here. In decades or hundreds of years, no one may know that this place exists."
Xu Shanchao and Zhu Shun were speechless, just lying quietly beside the railing of the arch bridge, looking into the distance, looking at the river, looking at the willow leaves and reeds, and looking at such beautiful scenery.
Zhu Shun said:
"This place is really beautiful, and I want to record this beauty."
After that, Zhu Shun took out the paper, ink, pen and inkstone from the package behind the donkey, put it on the donkey's back, waved the brush, dipped it in ink, and started drawing on the rice paper.
His hand was holding the back end of the brush. After carefully observing the scene for a while, he raised the brush and started waving it. His wrist was flexibly bent, and the veins on the back of his hand became more obvious. Xu Shanchao just watched quietly. With.
He used his brush to depict river bamboos with flowing clouds and flowing water; he used colors to shine out the life of all things in the world; he used dazzling ink paper to imprint his heart on the paper.
After a while, a beautiful scene slowly appeared on the rice paper.
Xu Shanchao was amazed when he saw this painting.
Xu Shanchao said:
"I didn't expect you to be able to do this."
Zhu Shun smiled and said:
"When I was young, there was a calligrapher and painter in the village. The calligrapher and painter was an old man, a very kind grandfather. I had nothing to do. I especially liked going to his door and watching him paint. When I got older, I became good at it."
Xu Shanchao asked:
"Is grandpa okay now?"
Zhu Shun looked very sad. Xu Shanchao noticed it and quickly said:
"Blame me, blame me."
Zhu Shun looked at Xu Shanchao with a smile and said, "It's okay. Grandpa is gone, but I can't forget him."
Wen Kui and Wei Jianchao chatted for a while, and then they noticed that two people had not followed.
Wen Kui said:
"I'm going, they are missing. Brother Wei, let's go back."
Wei Jianchao said:
"Okay, Old Wen."
Then the two of them ran back quickly.
Zhu Shun said:
"How's it going, Lao Xu?"
Xu Shanchao gave a thumbs up and praised:
"What a wonderful painting!"
Zhu Shun smiled and said:
"It's over, it's over."
In the distance, a voice came, and Wen Kui was seen running quickly in front, with Wei Jianchao following behind.
I only heard Wen Kui waving his hands and shouting:
"Brother Zhu, Brother Xu!"
Zhu Shun and Xu Shanchao turned their heads, waved their hands, and shouted:
"Jianchao, Brother Wen!"
Wen Kui and Wei Jianchao ran to the arch bridge, lowered their heads, touched their knees with their hands, panting.
Wen Kui said:
"What are you two doing?"
Wei Jianchao said:
"It's no longer possible, it's too weak."
Xu Shanchao picked up Zhu Shun's painting, handed it to Wen Kui, and said:
"Look, Zhu Shun painted it."
Wen Kui stared at the picture and looked at the scene in the distance, admiring it.
Wen Kui praised:
"Brother Zhu knows how to do this! Ink painting is the source of one's heart."
Wei Jianchao looked at this painting and said:
"Okay! Good luck!"
Zhu Shun smiled and said:
"Such a beautiful scene has been painted. Let's go."
Everyone continued to want to go far away.
After the rain, the wilderness is green and the scenery is dim.
In a willow forest, in the field, I saw a lonely figure from behind. It was a thin old man about 10 years old. He was hoeing the field with his head down and a hoe. He had basically lost all his teeth, and only his face could be clearly seen. A lonely front tooth looks very funny. He definitely looked good when he was young, and his bones are very good, but he is older.
He looked at the vegetables on the ground with a smile on his face.
Zhu Shun and his party happened to see the old man.
Zhu Shun said:
"There is an old man hoeing the ground. Let's go up and help him. By the way, let's ask what the name of this place is."
Xu Shanchao said:
"OK."
Wen Kui looked at the thin old man, stunned.
Wen Kui looked at Zhu Shun and said:
"Brother Zhu, why don't you paint a picture for the old man here? I think he is very lonely. Leave it to us to help. You can paint a picture for him."
Zhu Shun said:
"Will do."
Zhu Shun took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, leaned against a thick willow tree and started painting.
"This old man." Wen Kui walked slowly towards the old man, followed closely by Wei Jianchao and Xu Shanchao.
The old man stopped what he was doing and looked at Wen Kui, a little shocked when he saw the sudden appearance of everyone.
The old man was a little scared when he saw their costumes. The old man looked frightened and asked doubtfully:
"You are?"
Wen Kui lowered his head and clasped his fists, apologetically:
"Old man, don't be afraid. We are not bad people, we are just rangers. I would like to ask, old man, what is the name of this place?"
The old man was relieved when he heard Wen Kui's words. The old man replied:
"This place is called "Gushan Ridge", but don't go further north."
Wen Kui asked doubtfully:
"Why?"
The old man spoke eloquently, saying that he was a villager in a village called "Gushan Village", and that there was a rumor that there was a ghost place called "Dugu" to the north of Gushan Ridge. There were ghosts in that place! The people who passed there never came back, and they didn’t even know whether they were alive or dead.
Because of this strange incident, their village found three brave men who wanted to go to the valley to find the truth. In the end, they didn't come back, and their life and death were unknown. Three martial arts men came to the village before. They didn't believe in this evil and decided to go to that place. The common people couldn't persuade them.
The final result was that he went to Sanguiyi, and the martial artist who came out went crazy after that. Since he didn't know the hometown of that martial artist, the village chief kept him.
After everyone listened carefully, they all found it incredible.
Wen Kui lowered his head and clasped his fists, and said:
"Thank you, old man."
The old man continued to hoe the ground with his head down and replied:
"That's what it should be. Don't go there."
Wen Kui signaled Wei Jianchao with his eyes, and Wei Jianchao understood.
Pulling out the spear, he danced a few moves, and the moves were smooth and flowing.
The old man was startled, Xu Shanchao was puzzled, Wen Kui lowered his head and held his forehead, slowly shaking his head.
Wei Jianchao stopped dancing instantly, used his gun instead of a hoe, and helped the old man start hoeing.
The old man was even more confused and a little caught off guard. Xu Shanchao held back his laughter and almost laughed out loud. Wen Kui couldn't hold it back and laughed instantly.
Wei Jianchao said:
"Why are you standing there? Help with the hoeing."
Wei Jianchao said again:
"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil."
Wen Kui wielded a big knife to help the old man chop down the remaining branches of the trees, and Lao Xu held a sword to help cut the grass.
The old man was even more confused and said:
"Thank you for your help, I don't want to bother you."
Wei Jianchao said:
"Old man, leave it to us."
After a while, Zhu Shun slowly walked up to the old man holding a portrait. The old man was a little shocked.
Zhu Shun handed the portrait to the old man, and the old man reached out and took it.
When the old man saw this portrait, he was stunned, a little shocked, and a little scared.
Maybe he couldn't believe that time had eroded him so strangely.
I have worked hard for half my life without knowing you, but today I know who I am.
Look deeply at the familiar yet unfamiliar self.
There may have been a moment of trance, and the vicissitudes of time covered his body... He may have lamented that time passed so quickly, as if he had grown old in an instant.
Then the old man felt a little calm, and then he laughed like a child.
The old man raised his head, looked at Zhu Shun, with tears in his eyes, and said:
"Thank you."
Wei Jianchao, Xu Shanchao and Wen Kui all stopped what they were doing and looked at the old man.
The old man pulled a lot of vegetables he had grown, put them in a basket, handed them to Zhu Shun, and said with a smile:
"Thank you. You allowed me to see myself. In so many years, I never thought that someone would draw a portrait of me. I am very touched and grateful."
Zhu Shun asked:
"Old man, what's your name? I'll give you a pen."
The old man replied:
"Li Mu."
Zhu Shun took up his pen and wrote the two characters Li Mu. This painting was given to the old man named Li Mu.
Life between heaven and earth is suddenly like a traveler from afar.
Everyone said goodbye, but Zhu Shun wanted to see what that "Dugu" was like.
A very simple kindness may affect a person for a lifetime, contact more people, and enter more people's lives.
[Everyone is a passer-by in everyone’s life. We should enter more into other people’s lives. Let them remember this person years from now. Be sincere to your friends.
What will be the next story? What kind of person is the owner of "Dugu"? Please stay tuned
Zhu Yuansheng (Mr. Zhu) "The Little Hero Travels"]
