Song Ciwan once again saw the wonderful and colorful side of the world on Aunt Wen's boat.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, based on Song Ciwan's previous knowledge, he would never have imagined that there was such a person in the world.
She obviously lives in the most barren countryside, with no one to support her or teach her. There may even be all kinds of shackles scattered around her that no one can see but are accustomed to.
Song Ciwan asked Aunt Wen: "Auntie, you are such a good painter. Didn't anyone praise you before?"
Aunt Wen was rocking the boat and replied with a smile: "Why are you praising me? It's not about food or clothing. Painting this thing wastes time, charcoal, and cloth. Hey, those people in my family don't scold me when they see it. It’s all good, how can you still praise me? How is that possible?”
When she mentioned that no one had ever praised her, although Aunt Wen's tone contained a sigh, her expression clearly showed a kind of open-mindedness that she was used to.
Perhaps no one had ever praised her paintings so sincerely and enthusiastically, and Aunt Wen had the desire to talk.
After opening the conversation, Song Ciwan didn't need to ask any more questions. She said herself: "When I was young, my grandma asked me to go to the stove to light a fire. I squatted beside the stove and saw the blackened firewood. , I couldn’t help but use firewood sticks to draw little figures on the edge of the stove.
At that time, the most beautiful girl in our village was the youngest daughter of Sun Tongsheng's family. I loved to draw her secretly.
My grandma scolded me for not making a good fire, and chased me from the beginning of the village to the end of the village with a broom. People in the village laughed at me, saying that I looked like a stick man, and they also liked to draw stick figures. I looked ugly but thought I was beautiful!
Little lady, I’ll tell you the truth…”
At this point, Aunt Wen's face showed a bit of shame again, and she said: "I also have a sense of shame. From now on, no matter how hard I can't help it, I can't draw in front of others. At most, I can hide quietly in front of others. In the sand, in the mud... draw pictures of various places where people are carrying people.
Even if someone catches me painting, I won't admit it. My grandma hits me, so I hide. My grandma scolds me, and I... my left ear goes in and the right ear goes out more. Now, I have become someone else’s mother and someone else’s breast. My eldest son is already twenty years old, and my youngest grandson is also two years old!
When I was young, my man couldn't help but want to do something to me because I loved painting and delayed my work. As for me, I wasn’t afraid of him, so I just went against him. The couple fights every day, and they fight a lot. He can't control me, so he just sighs.
Who can bear to face someone who likes to sigh all day long? Then I, then I’ll just have to avoid painting! Nowadays, my daughter-in-law has given birth to a grandson. She is also busy and it is difficult for her. She has to do a lot of everything at home and outside the house. No, she cannot understand that I love painting.
I thought about it and finally found a way to make a living. I will find a boat and take my little girl to hide on the boat and paint. She can also paint and fish. Sometimes she can also carry passengers. I can earn three melons and two dates. I can take the income back home. , I can finally give an explanation to this big family! "
She talked non-stop, and because she saw that Song Ciwan was listening attentively, she spoke with extra vigor.
What kind of listener can make people open up the most?
If you think about it carefully, it may not necessarily be the kind that can be answered verbally.
Like Song Ciwan at this moment, with a serious expression, listening to every word, with warmth in his eyes, and kindness in his eyes, sometimes it is easier to directly touch the heart of the person who confides.
While listening, Song Ciwan received two more messages from Aunt Wen: "Human desire, the love, depression, and persistence of mortals, can be sold for four pounds or one tael." 】
[Human desire, the depression, confusion, and persistence of mortals can be sold for three pounds or two taels. 】
…
It turns out that Aunt Wen's heart is not as open-minded as she appears at the moment.
There is a lot of depression and confusion in her heart!
It's just that she suppresses all the bitterness in life deeply in her heart. This natural self-liberation ability can even be said to be better than that of most practitioners in the world.
On the road to spiritual practice, whether practicing martial arts, cultivating immortality, or studying and practicing Buddhism, it is inevitable to experience various mental states.
It’s just that different roads may have different requirements for mental state and different directions, so there is no need to go into details here.
At this moment, Song Ciwan lamented that there were too many practitioners in the world who could not perfect their state of mind, so that in the end they either never made any progress in their cultivation, or withered and died early——
These are all pretty good, but the most terrifying one is when the righteous path becomes evil or becomes a demon!
Unable to escape the greed, anger, obsession and entanglement deep in his consciousness, he eventually embarks on various horrific paths.
Song Ciwan saw too many such people, whether they were high-ranking people like the Second Young Master, or people in the countryside, like the skeleton monk in Gujia Village.
Or maybe it's the creatures from a long time ago who were obsessed with all kinds of evil thoughts in the Fantasy City...
Release requires great perseverance and great wisdom. People's thoughts can change in thousands of ways in a single moment, not to mention how many ways people's thoughts will change under the various entanglements of life.
To maintain a pure original intention and love, not to bow down to the world, not to be contaminated by hostility, to survive in confrontation and integrate into life, how precious and rare this is!
No wonder the sages said that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Song Ciwan only felt that what he saw and encountered on the road at this moment was indeed better than listening to countless stories and reading hundreds of thousands of scriptures.
As the saying goes, when you see a talented person, you always think about him. This is the moment.
Song Ciwan listened to Aunt Wen's words and received several balls of desire from her, but these were not Song Ciwan's real gains.
It can even be said that these trivial gains are actually completely worth mentioning to Song Ciwan at this moment.
The Zuowang Heart Sutra was flowing silently in her body, and Song Ciwan felt that this technique had never been so perfect as it was at this moment.
It seemed that many hidden wounds had been healed in her body, in her meridians, and even in the depths of her soul.
Although before this, Song Ciwan had never felt that she had suffered any hidden injuries, or in other words, she had never noticed that some of the injuries she had suffered in the past were still accumulated in her body and had not healed.
But in fact, these injuries do exist.
Whether it was the various physical injuries she suffered while practicing the Thunder Fire Devouring Body Technique, or... the traces left on her heart by the things she had heard, seen, and experienced along the way——
Yes, she is not as indestructible as she once thought.
When Chu Chu was purged of demons, she saw all kinds of human tragedies. Although she warned herself to be wise and protect herself, how could she not feel sad deep down in her heart?
When she transformed into a divine messenger, she saw all kinds of suffering in the world, but she also followed the principle, only caring about what was within her reach, and only saving people who were determined to save themselves. However, the world was so difficult, and she was born as a human being, how could she not be touched?
As for what happened later, there is no need to mention it.
People must learn to mature. It's not that people don't like innocence, it's just that the world cannot tolerate innocence.
Song Ciwan said: "Auntie, you have been subject to all kinds of controls since you were a child, and even now you are over fifty. Don't you feel sad?"
Aunt Wen blinked her eyes, as if to remove some dryness from the corners of her eyes.
She chuckled and said, "To be honest, there are times when I am sad. Sometimes I even think about leaving the whole family behind and taking my little daughter to a place where no one will control us anymore.
From now on, I can paint whatever I want, and my girl doesn’t have to be disliked by her sister-in-law..."
At this point, Aunt Wen seemed to realize that she had made a mistake, and her tone paused.
Then she added: "But it can't be done. In today's world, our place is a rare place of peace. Those who live on water and can't starve to death are already better than many poor people!"
Besides, I only have this little strength, and my Nizi is even more of a villain. What good can I do if I go out? There are monsters, devils, and ghosts outside. How can I protect her? I can't even protect myself!
Well, that's it for most of my life. It’s nothing, after all, I can still paint secretly on this boat. "
Speaking of this, Aunt Wen laughed happily, like an old child who had stolen honey, an old child who seemed honest and clumsy, but was actually extremely dexterous.
Perhaps life for her is full of shackles.
These ubiquitous shackles are like pieces of heavy mud, pulling her, pulling her, trying to sink her in the darkness forever, unable to poke her head out and grow freely.
But even so, her eyes seem to always be able to see colors that are not available in the black and white world.
She struggled to find her own bud tip in the deep darkness, and quietly bloomed her own flower in the barren soil where no one could see it.
Her struggle is also invisible, seemingly silent, there is no earth-shattering confrontation, and there is no soul-stirring wonderful story, but this intangibility is so ordinary and powerful, so colorful!
Song Ciwan once deeply recognized a passage:
If the sky is dark, then survive in the dark;
If it is dangerous to make a sound, remain silent;
If you feel unable to shine, then crouch in the corner;
But don’t justify darkness just because you’re used to it;
Don’t be proud of your own complacency;
Do not ridicule those who are braver and more passionate than yourself;
We can be humble as dust, but not twisted like maggots!
Song Ciwan has seen too much darkness and distortion in this world. No matter people, monsters, treacherous, or demons, they have all been changed beyond recognition due to the entanglement of worldly affairs. However, this world will never lack those who truly know how to love. people!
From now on, she may stick to her principles as always. On the premise of being wise and protecting oneself, we only do the kind things we can.
But she thought that with such a precious encounter, at least she could guarantee that she would never become numb!
When she raised her head to look at the sky of this world, she would always be able to see a glimmer of light in the darkness.
The Zuowang Heart Sutra flows silently, and the second-level mental method was mastered and flowed by Song Ciwan through practice, forming a state of harmony and overflowing without even realizing it.
A strong feeling that he was about to break through to become a god came again, and Song Ciwan tried his best to suppress it.
In short, it is impossible for her to break through until the existing demonic spirit's violent energy is sold off.
If we break through early, wouldn't the hundreds of thousands of years of life that we might have been able to trade off have been in vain?
What's more, her Dantian is still not filled up, so it is impossible to break through. She can only suppress it again and again to make the foundation stronger.
Song Ciwan asked: "Auntie, your painting is so good. Have you never thought of selling your paintings for money before?"
Upon asking this question, Aunt Wen was suddenly startled and said, "Sell paintings for money?"
There was an incredible look on her face, and she didn't even care about rocking the boat. She only quickly freed up a hand and waved it hurriedly: "Oh, little lady, you are really too flattering. My painting...my painting You can just praise the painting, but how can others take notice of it?"
After saying this, Song Ciwan immediately asked: "I praise things that others don't like, but I praise them again and again. Auntie, does this mean that my vision is far inferior to others?"
Aunt Wen immediately panicked: "Ah, little lady, that's not what I meant! Hey, you, you, you, how could you think so? I didn't mean that, no..."
Song Ciwan immediately smiled: "What do you mean, auntie, is that other people's eyesight is far less than mine?"
Aunt Wen:...
She didn't know how to answer the question for a moment, so she could only hold the oar with her left hand and wiped it on her scarf with her right hand.
Then he changed his hand, holding the oar with his right hand, and wiped it on his turban with his left hand.
The scales of heaven and earth appeared again, collecting a piece of her energy: [Human desires, mortal joy, joy, shame, four pounds or three taels, can be sold. 】
Song Ciwan smiled slightly and said: "That's the fact. Others' eyesight is far less than mine. Auntie, are you willing to sell this painting? If so, how about I pay for it?"
Aunt Wen said "Ah": "Little lady, please don't tease me. My paintings, you see, the canvases are all made up of rags. I don't have any ink or color, either." Just draw a few charcoal sticks. Although the drawings are somewhat similar..."
Having said this, she gritted her teeth and stamped her foot: "Little lady, to tell you the truth, not long ago, I, actually, I quietly entered Huijiang City and tried to sell paintings. Everyone who looked at the paintings would laugh at them. My... Oh, don't buy it anyway, this painting isn't worth anything!
If you are, if you really like it, I will give you a few... no, one, just one! "
As soon as she finished speaking, Aunt Wen's face turned red.
Song Ciwan only said: "Auntie, you underestimate yourself too much. One day, these paintings of yours will be priceless treasures. I think you won't sell them to me. It's not because you think you are not good at painting. This is obviously reluctant to sell!
Auntie, please give me a price, otherwise I won't believe you are willing to give the painting. "
Aunt Wen said "Ah" again: "This, this..." She then stretched out five fingers towards Song Ciwan in a daze.
After stretching out five fingers, she hurriedly retracted two more, and finally gestured with three fingers in front of Song Ciwan.
Song Ciwan took out three small silver ingots from her storage bag and said, "Thirty-two pieces per piece? How many pieces are you willing to sell?"
(End of chapter)
