That winter, misfortune struck the family again. www.biquge.info It had rained for several days in a row, and the creek in the village had swollen a lot, and Ansu's grandfather, the commander of the duck, had accidentally fallen into the stream while driving his army of 240,000. The stream was not deep, but the old man sprained his foot and soaked in the icy stream for a long time, and when he returned home, he began to fall ill. Not long after the New Year, Grandpa An died of illness.

Grandpa An's sudden death made the already poor family even poorer. On the second day of Grandpa An's death, Liu Hui rushed back to take care of the old man's funeral. Although Ansu's stepfather was reluctant, Liu Hui still took out his savings as a helper to take care of the old man's funeral. For a long time, the people in the village despised Liu Hui's husband's remarriage before the bones were cold, but after Grandpa An passed away, she rushed back to take care of the old man's funeral, and everyone gradually improved. Despite this, except for a few neighbors who usually come and go closely, the rest of the people in the village avoid the An family.

There was a lot of discussion in the village, and people in the village often fell into the stream, and it was not uncommon for them to come back with a cold and fever, and they would soon be fine if they drank a bowl of ginger soup and took some medicine. Grandpa An has always been in good health, but he suffered from the wind and cold because he fell into the water, and the high fever did not go away again and again, and finally died of illness is really a bit bizarre. All kinds of rumors about the chaos of An Su's family began in the village, and the common denominator of the remarks was the bad luck of An Su's family. Among them, the most outrageous thing is that Grandpa An is destined to die because his life has ended, and falling into the water is just a shadow. Even if he doesn't fall into the water, he may fall and kill him, or other kinds of collisions. In addition, a person in the village who is said to know a little about feng shui said that it was because of the mulberry tree in the courtyard of the Anjia. Planting mulberry trees in the yard is to "touch the eyes and hurt the heart". Of course, these words were chewed on the root of the tongue in private behind the back of the An family, and they did not dare to say it in front of the An family.

The people in the village always show verbal pity to the An family when they are so-called gossips, but behind each word of pity is nothing more than their own happiness. As Xia Bizhu said, luck and misfortune are sometimes compared. There are always one or two long-tongued women in the village, who always like to talk about the misfortunes of the Shang An family with compassion when they gossip about their daily routines, and then begin to count the causes of their misfortunes. The fat aunt in the village is one of them.

The fat aunt's family name is Liu, because she herself is chubby, and even her fingers are as fat as ten ham sausages, so everyone calls her fat aunt. At first, she was very taboo to be told that she was fat, but later after hearing a person who knows a lot about physiognomy say that fat is a prosperous husband, she also happily responded when she heard others call her a fat aunt. Actually, the fat aunt doesn't have a bad heart, and she is also very enthusiastic about the people in the village, but that mouth is missing a door. As the villagers said, her mouth was like a broken gong, and it was disgusting to open her mouth. Once, when the fat aunt was talking about the misfortune and bad luck of the An family, she was overheard by An Su, and An Su was immediately angry. Since then, I hate the fat aunt in my heart.

The school organized a spring outing on the weekend, and it happened to be Grandpa An's seventh birthday that day, and An Su did not participate, nor did Jingming.

Early this morning, Jingming appeared at the door of An Su's house in a long gray monk's robe. On days when he doesn't go to school, Jingming always changes back into monk's clothes, which is his habit. He deliberately went down the mountain to accompany Grandma An and An Su to Grandpa An's grave to worship.

Before I got to the grave, I could see the paper flags on the head of the grave in the distance, and the colors were still bright. The wind blows and moves, as if the lonely soul can't give up his family affection and goes to the Yellow Spring Road alone, crying and lingering in front of the grave. The grandparents and grandchildren were already in tears, their feet were like lead, and every step they took was a broken heart. Grandma trembled, her hands grasped her arms tightly, and her fingers turned from red to white in an instant, as if if she did not grasp it so tightly, she would fall down and never get up again. The soil of the new grave is still wet, and the grass in front of the grave has begun to sprout. In the eyes of others, it is a piece of business in the spring, but in the eyes of the ancestors of the An family, it is endless sadness and desolation.

Standing in front of the grave, the grandmother could no longer support it, hugged the tombstone and cried bitterly. The old woman, who had lost her son and then her husband, seemed to have no strength to stand up again, and wished that the grave would open at this moment so that she could follow her husband and son. Ansu's voice called eagerly, which shook her grandmother's body. She can't just leave, she still has a little granddaughter to take care of. The sturdy old woman wiped away her tears and stood up with her granddaughter and Jingming's support.

Ansu knelt in front of the grave, took out the offerings she had brought one by one from the bamboo basket, and laid them out, and her grandmother lit the incense candles and began to cry to the tombstone.

Jingming handed a thick pile of neatly clipped paper to Ansu. After An Su took it, he looked at it, and it was actually a hand-copied "Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra", and the neat handwriting looked like it was from the hand of Jingming. Jingming said that this was the Jizo Sutra that he had copied for Grandpa An, and asked them to burn it in front of Grandpa An's grave.

Grandma held the Jizo Sutra in both hands, and she was indescribably moved in her heart. Because she knew that the Jizo Sutra was quite long, and it would take two hours to recite the whole text fluently, let alone copy it neatly word by word. Grandma sighed in her heart: What a transparent child this is! She folded her hands together and thanked Jingming.

Grandma was crying and chattering at the tombstone while burning paper money, and An Su wept silently, and kept sending the local scriptures copied by Jingming into the fire one by one. The blazing fire reflected the faces of the grandparents and grandchildren, and the pieces of paper full of scriptures turned into ashes with a little light in the fire, and soon all turned into gray paper ashes, which flew weakly in the wind, and slowly scattered on the graves and offerings. In the churning heat, the sadness on the faces of the ancestors and grandchildren seemed to be flowing with the heat, looking at an indescribable sadness.

Compared with the sadness on the faces of the grandparents and grandchildren, Jingming didn't have too many expressions. It's not that it has nothing to do with him, so there is no sadness, and it's not that he is indifferent in his heart, but he looks at all this lightly, and sees it all as ordinary as the sun rising and the moon sinking. His face was always clear, and no one knew what the young man was thinking at the moment. I saw that he did not mourn or sigh, and after looking at his grandfather and grandson silently for a moment, he respectfully bowed to Grandpa An's grave with his hands folded, and then sat down cross-legged on the side and recited the scriptures silently.

After Ansu put the last page of scripture into the fire, she looked up at Jingming. Through the blazing fire, I saw the little monk sitting cross-legged and reciting the scriptures silently, with his back straight, his eyes closed, only the slightly thin lips kept squirming, but his expression was so compassionate, and he held a transcendent Dharma with the temple. The masters at the meeting were no different. She was in a trance in an instant, it was not the first time she saw Jingming chanting cross-legged, but for some reason this time she had such a feeling, at this moment sitting cross-legged chanting was a sculpture of a Bodhisattva, compassionate, solemn.

In March, the sun is shining, which is a good time for all things to grow.

In order to improve the students' observation and hands-on ability, the second class in the school gave silkworm eggs to the younger students and asked them to take them home to raise and observe the growth process of silkworm babies. Only Ansu's family has a mulberry tree in the village, so the children came to An's house to ask for mulberry leaves. Mulberry leaves are not a big thing, in previous years, the mulberries were ripe, and the grandparents of the An family also picked them and gave them to the neighbors to try, but this day was unpleasant because of the mulberry tree.

After worshipping, the three returned to the courtyard of their home. Grandma stayed at home and went back after lunch, and Jingming thanked him politely, indicating that he needed to rush back to the temple before lunch. Grandma didn't force it to stay, and brought a plate of pastries from the house to them.

The two chatted under the mulberry tree. Ansu sat on the swing and stood quietly on the side. The faint fragrance of pear blossoms wafted over gently. It turned out that it was the season of pear blossoms again, and the fragrance of pear blossoms in Myohoji Temple had been dyed all over the clothes of Jingming and brought to this small courtyard. made An Su instantly feel a little in a trance, whether it was the pear blossom fragrance in the temple that impregnated the little monk, or the little monk who already carried the fragrance of pear blossoms.

Ansu said: "I know that the Jizo Sutra is very long, and you have spent a lot of time copying the Jizo Sutra for your grandfather. Thank you! ”

Jingming smiled faintly and gestured: "I often copy scriptures, many scriptures have been memorized, this Jizo Sutra has been copied several times, and it can be written down silently, so it doesn't take too long." ”

An Su was not surprised at all that Jingming was able to write down the Dizang Sutra silently, because she knew that the little monk had the ability to never forget.

It didn't take long for the fat aunt's son Liu Shun and a few children to come to An's house to pick mulberry leaves. On weekdays, when others come to beg for mulberry leaves, Grandma An always politely says that if you want to, just come and pick them, no need to ask. But everyone will always say hello to the host's house, but on this day, as soon as Liu Shun and the children entered the yard and saw An Su in the yard, they picked mulberry leaves directly without even saying hello. It looked like it was their family's thing, and An Su felt uncomfortable when he saw it. What's even more annoying is that because he is not tall enough, he can't pick it up and beat it directly with a bamboo pole. In the blink of an eye, the ground was a mess, and there were mulberry leaves that had been knocked down everywhere. An Su already hated the fat aunt, and when she saw her son's rough behavior, she said a few words to Liu Shun angrily.

Liu Shun is not a stingy person, although he is young, he is willing to share what he usually eats and plays with his friends. It's just that he is young and more casual, and his fat aunt is used to him. In his opinion, it was just a few mulberry leaves, and An Su was too stingy as an elder sister, and the two suddenly quarreled.

Usually, Liu Shun often listens to his mother's gossip about the An family, but he is too young to tell whether these words will hurt others, and he will not choose to say anything when he quarrels.

"What's so great about your mulberry tree, don't you know? Your grandfather and your father were killed by this mulberry tree. My mom said that it was sad to plant a mulberry tree in the yard, so I should cut down this unfortunate tree as soon as possible. After Liu Shun finished speaking, he stepped on the mulberry leaves on the ground a few times and left with his partners.

Liu Shun had left, and although An Su was angry when he heard his last few words, he didn't take it to heart, but he let the grandmother standing at the door listen to it. The words "shocking and sad" slashed into grandma's heart like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. This old woman who believed in Feng Shui knew that the loss of her son and husband was all caused by this mulberry tree. Grandma rushed into the kitchen like crazy and slashed at the old mulberry tree with a kitchen knife. With a few sounds of "touch, touch, touch", the old mulberry tree shook a few times, and several deep knife marks appeared on the trunk.

Ansu, who was frightened by her grandmother's sudden crazy behavior, remembered to rush over and hug her grandmother when she saw Jingming stepping forward to pull her grandmother.

"Don't stop me, I have to cut down this mulberry tree today! Shocking and heartbreaking...... It's so sad...... "Grandma cried out to cut down the old mulberry tree.

The neighbors who heard the crying quickly snatched the kitchen knife from the grandmother's hand and persuaded the grandmother to help her into the house.

Under everyone's persuasion, grandma finally stopped crying loudly, but muttered in her mouth: "Shocking, sad, sad......"

Ansu stood under the mulberry tree, stroking the knife marks on the trunk. She loved the tree so much because her father planted it with his own hands, and his grandfather installed a swing for her under the tree. Also, Jingming likes to eat mulberries so much. How can it be shocking? Obviously, this tree brings her joy.

No, she didn't want the old mulberry tree to be cut down like that.

Jingming stood beside Ansu and gave her silent comfort.

"Little monk, are you really sad?"

Jingming shook his head, picked up the branch and wrote a few words on the ground, "Weisang and Zi, must be respectful", and explained the meaning of this sentence to Ansu: The mulberry tree was planted by his parents, and he saw that Sang Ziyi missed his parents and respected.

Not long after Jingming left, Liu Hui returned to settle down. Listening to her daughter talk about what happened just now, she couldn't help but sigh. She was not superstitious, but since the old mulberry tree was so sad to the old man, she agreed to cut it down.

Ansu resolutely disagreed with the cutting down of the old mulberry tree, and the mother and daughter had an argument for the first time. There are a lot of people around the yard and the door, and the adults are mothers to educate their children, so they naturally do not interfere, but only comfort the elderly on the side, while the children purely come to see the excitement. Everyone just watched the excitement, and didn't notice whether there were strangers standing around.

Ansu said: "Wissan and Zi must be respectful. Mom, this old mulberry tree was planted by my father, it is my father's heart for my parents, how can it be sad? ”

Liu Hui was stunned when she heard her daughter's words, and her heart was inexplicably moved. I didn't expect my daughter to know these things at a young age. She no longer worries about her daughter's education.

Hearing her granddaughter mention her father, Grandma An also listened carefully. It's just that the granddaughter said that this old mulberry tree was her son's heart for his parents, and she didn't understand what it meant.

An Su explained Jingming to her again: "The mulberry tree was planted by her parents, and she was respectful when she saw that she missed her parents. The so-called shocking sadness is nothing more than ignorant women and children chewing on the root of their tongues. ”

Grandma finally understood. Although it is still a mustard, after all, this family will not be worse than this moment.

The old mulberry trees have been preserved.

A week later, a large bag of things was placed in front of Ansu's house, including food, some stationery, and a note with the words "Ansu Collection" written on it. An Su, who got the things, thought about it for a long time and didn't know who gave it to him.