Zhong Mingxia wanted to stay, but Jia Huanhuan said no, let Brother Changsheng chat with his grandfather for a while, and the grandfather and grandson were used to it in the backyard of the Forest of Steles.

But Beheye still stayed, and watched Wan Changsheng busy with some timidity.

Late at night, the mourning hall is still lively outside, the stage team playing and singing and the sound of monks chanting scriptures as the background, the flowing water table during the day has now become a mahjong table, and the voices are boiling like the elders have died at all.

Wan Changsheng didn't weep until dawn, he took the two wooden pots of grass and soil that the villagers carried for him, and made a statue next to the coffin.

The standard half-body clay sculpture is the traditional grass and wood mud tire practice in the temple.

Because unlike the sculpture department, which has enlarged and changed the material, the temple is made directly towards the final mud bodhisattva, and it will inevitably crack after drying.

Therefore, a large amount of hay and wheat straw must be mixed in the loess, which is equivalent to adding a pulling connection force like blood vessels and meridians to the middle of the mud.

The wisdom of the ancients is actually interspersed in every detail of our lives.

It's just that this grass and mud tire looks quite crazy at first.

The lumps of dirt that were photographed together were a bit human-shaped, but they were made like haystacks by grass-roots wheat straw.

The haystack in the shape of a half-human head, like the mummy, was still by the coffin.

This made Beheye, who had tried to persuade himself to stay in front of the hall, tremble, and knelt on the futon that was originally used for mourning and worshipping the villagers, and secretly wrapped his black robe.

Sun Erniang was playing cards and looked at the six roads, and motioned to Aunt Zhou to take a jacket and put it on the Arab girl.

Even if spring has begun, the countryside is still cold at night.

Behye, a little grateful and a little arrogant, only glanced at the middle-aged woman, who was obviously a subordinate, and did not speak.

still keep his eyes on Wan Changsheng.

Wan Changsheng moved quickly, he didn't use that set of Italian sculpture knives, it was a pointed knife in the traditional technique, and the soaked yellow mud began to be pat and superimposed on the grass and mud tires little by little, so that the inside could be breathable and loose, and the outside could be tight and fine.

Engrossed in the clay sculpture in front of him, he will not be surprised by the figures, noise, and does not need a photo of his grandfather, purely based on the feelings in his mind, little by little.

After the death of his father, all the skills were carefully taught by his grandfather, not to mention the countless lonely times in the forest of steles, all of which were handed over to his grandchildren by his grandfather.

This kind of deep emotion is not something that can be interpreted by indulging emotions and crying and mourning.

Wan Changsheng doesn't need to be shown to anyone.

In this way, he pours his emotions into the statue little by little, sealing it.

Life is the only way from birth to death, and separation and farewell are an essential part of life.

It's ridiculous that most people pretend not to see it, and they have to amplify this heart-rending pain.

Only by deeply sealing the emotional sustenance can we have a more open mind and emotions to face the next life.

So from sending Huanhuan and his partners away, Wan Changsheng devoted himself to the work at hand.

You can also whisper your own views and thoughts to the sculpture in front of you.

When Grandpa was still there, Wan Changsheng would not bother the old man with these views of the new era that needed to change his thinking, and now he was just depicting what the future would become, little by little, and making his determination more and more firm.

He stayed in the mourning hall by himself to make clay sculptures, and his neighbors and relatives were accustomed to it, and no one bothered him, and he would not look at it more.

If you can make immortality a bodhisattva, your grandfather has this qualification.

Only in Behje's eyes, but slowly lost the loneliness and timidity before, as if this big boy, who has always been majestic in her eyes, also needs to pray or confide in moments.

It's a pity that she basically can't understand.

I only saw that the originally frizzy mud head gradually became oily and slippery and clear.

This is the clay sculpture technique that Wan Changsheng is most familiar with, which is completely different from the kind of head made by the sculpture department.

does not pay attention to the direction of facial muscles, bone points, just like the characters in Chinese paintings, wide skin and big face, thick eyebrows and long nose, which is the classical style after grasping the appearance characteristics.

It's very similar to the familiar style of those ancient emperor portraits, and it is indeed more like the bodhisattvas in the temple.

Now Wan Changsheng, if he wants to make a super realistic and lifelike grandfather head, there is no longer any technical difficulty, including the statue he made for Beheye, which has increased the difficulty of the veil on the basis of realism.

If you develop towards a way of showing off your skills, just by doing a super realistic genre, Wan Changsheng can also become a famous artist, but that is basically an unthinking natural instinct.

He prefers to add thoughtfulness to his work, as in the previous West Asian sculpture, the material change from stainless steel to white marble.

The line changes from cube to soft woman.

It's all about beauty.

However, this statue of grandpa has absolutely no mourning and mourning, and is full of humorous and innocent naughtiness.

With the solemn sculpture technique of the Bodhisattva Buddha statue, there is a little bit of left and right asymmetry, and then around the eyes begin to show a little old man's cunning temperament, which is a kind of transparent spirituality.

Wan Changsheng didn't realize that he always had a smile on his face: "My ultimate goal is to turn Guanyin Village into a company, a tourist attraction company in which the four families have separate shares, and all the people in the village should pay attention to rules and regulations like working in the company, but this is definitely impossible, right?" So take your time, as long as you move early, this thing is a process of health preservation, slowly let everyone follow the benefits, if you really force the incense to wither, taste the good times that are rare in this thousand years, and then there is a little bit of decline, it is a collapse scene of human life, do you say? ”

"It's not a life-and-death struggle, it's a gradual change little by little, I'm very patient, you've said I've been patient since I was a child, haven't you?"

The corners of the clay sculpture's old man's mouth pulled up in agreement, as if smiling but not smiling.

That's five or six hours!

After two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, Wan Changsheng put down the clay sculpture knife exhausted, retreated a little to observe the feeling of the whole statue, and did chest expansion exercises with difficulty, comforted his legs, and bowed out again to his grandfather's spiritual position.

This kind of rural mourning hall is hung with a black curtain in the center, a black and white photo frame, and a tablet of incense and candles, and there is a passage on both sides to the coffin at the back.

Therefore, Beheye, who was kneeling outside the hall, only looked at Wan Changsheng from a little gap in the side, and looked at the tired figure that came out of him, and leaned down deeply on the futon to greet him.

Wan Changsheng was slightly surprised: "It's so late." ”

Behye shook his head: "I want to wait for you." ”

Wan Changsheng looked back at the Eye Spirit Hall: "I want to stay here all the time, this is our Chinese tradition of filial piety." ”

Behye whispered, "Then I'll stay here with you, okay?" ”

Wan Changsheng didn't say that in the old habit, only the eldest grandson of the long house had this qualification, but reached out to help the girl who was actually kneeling and couldn't stand up: "Why? ”

Behje's answer did not disappoint him: "I want to know more about your country, your religion." ”

Wan Changsheng laughed and pointed to the seats full of food in front of him: "Let's eat something hot." ”

Since it is a mahjong game that is going to be played for several days in a row, there are even various chefs who can make it to order, and there are always people who are eating in the mahjong scene of dozens or hundreds of tables, and there are always people who are eating endlessly, which really implements the spirit of red and white ceremonies to the extreme.

Wan Changsheng asked for a bowl of mutton soup for Beheye, and brought a bowl of fresh and spicy noodles by himself.

Beheye was already able to skillfully use chopsticks, and he also helped Wan Changsheng hand them over first, and then he took off the veil and began to taste it.

On a night like this, eating with a bowl of hot food will make the whole person feel that life is so beautiful.

Especially after Wan Changsheng stood and was busy for a few hours, he felt even more happy.

Behye watched his cheerful Siri snoring after eating his noodles and wanted to hurry up his progress.

Wan Changsheng smiled: "The night is long, don't be in a hurry, you can see the farther place in advance than those mediocre people, then don't be in a hurry to make a decision, because it is easy to make mistakes in a panic, now for you, there is no anxiety when you first came to China, let alone don't worry about your sense of security, Chinese is generally very kind, especially for foreigners, we always want to show that we are a big country, and we can't be ashamed." ”

Beheyer had been thinking, "This is your religion?" How do I feel different from us, you seem to be taking it very seriously, but it makes me feel less serious, and Lin also said that you are not serious. ”

Wan Changsheng hahaha laughed: "Well, so I said that you are very smart and very eye-catching, we Chinese rarely care about religion when we are good, such as success, rarely thank the Bodhisattva to thank God, even if it is just a smooth mouth, the real thanks are parents, family, friends or bosses, but once we encounter difficulties, we Chinese will believe in religion incomparably, exam study, illness treatment, major choices and adventures, etc., will come to the temple to worship the Buddha and pray, once it is done, the Bodhisattva will be left behind, At most, come and pay back a wish. ”

Beheyer's cautious criticism: "You ...... This is not right, and you have to believe with all your heart. ”

Wan Changsheng shook his head: "We respect any kind of faith, as long as we don't hurt people, don't bewitch the public, and bewitch ordinary people, we can exist, because in essence, we also advocate spiritual power, we worship gods and Buddhas are all to gain our inner strength, as for which Buddha to worship, it really doesn't matter, at least for us here, it doesn't matter, but we won't miss any opportunity to worship Buddha in temples, and we also insist on religious rituals that we think are good, such as the ritual of throwing money at the Buddha statue that we like the most, I feel like I paid the Bodhisattva, and I feel at ease that the Bodhisattva wants to give me more, hahaha......"

Beheyer's eyes were obviously a little confused in the face of such a mercenary, yet determined, guy.