"Worship Heaven and Earth......

In the small courtyard of the blacksmith shop, the lights are colorful, and a couple of newlyweds are worshipping heaven and earth under countless pairs of blessed eyes.

"Two Worship High Hall ......"

Lin Cheng and Liu Carpenter sat in front of the hall, watching Mo Sheng and Liu Yunyun bow down to him, and Lin Cheng was also full of relief. Carpenter Liu and his wife laughed from ear to ear, and they were extremely satisfied with this son-in-law.

After the husband and wife worship each other, this ritual is completed.

It was also at this point that Mo Sheng and Liu Yunyun officially became husband and wife.

Life after marriage is peaceful and enviable. The life of the blacksmith has also returned to its former peace, but there is one more person.

A man who calls Lin Cheng as his father-in-law.

Time passed, and another year passed.

A new house was built next to the blacksmith shop, which was the home of Mo Sheng and Liu Yunyun. Every day, Mo Sheng also came to the blacksmith shop as always to swing the hammer.

Although the iron he beat still could not be immortal, Mo Sheng no longer pursued it as before, as if he had forgotten the hope he had hoped a few years ago.

I didn't ask anyone to verify the truth of those three years, and everything seemed to go naturally.

This year, Mo Sheng's child was born, a very well-behaved and cute little girl.

Playing the iron shop, Mo Sheng and Liu Yunyun looked at Lin Cheng with the child who was already full moon.

"Master, choose a name for your child."

Mo Sheng looked at Lin Cheng, and Liu Yunyun also looked at Mo Sheng, looking at this elder she had admired since she was a child.

"She's the child of the two of you, so you might as well just take one word in each of your names." Lin Cheng looked at the little girl who was staring at him with wide eyes, and smiled slightly.

"Take a word each......" Mo Sheng and Liu Yunyun glanced at each other.

So, Yun Sheng made up his mind.

Mo Yunsheng.

Gradually, Yunsheng learned to walk and learn to say the first sentence, but what no one expected was that the first sentence she learned was "grandpa".

Every day, Yun Sheng would come to the blacksmith shop and play with Lin Cheng, and even she was much kinder to Lin Cheng than to her parents.

With the first rays of warm sun falling on the world, the cold winter has passed.

"Grandpa, grandpa......"

A crisp call also sounded in front of the blacksmith, it was a pretty girl, with two pigtails and a red little face, constantly knocking on the door of the blacksmith's shop.

"Yunsheng...... If you knock again, you will break the door. ”

With an old voice sounding, a gray-haired rickety old man opened the door. With a smile on his face, it was Lin Cheng.

At this moment, Lin Cheng, or Mo Hai, is already in his sixties, which is already an old man of the older generation in Wutong Village, where the average life expectancy is only sixty.

"Oh, grandpa, hurry up, you said yesterday to take me to see the most beautiful sunshine, but you can't break your promise."

Yun Sheng urged.

Lin Cheng looked at his granddaughter with a smile, "Okay, don't break your promise, then let's go." ”

The most beautiful sunshine, the so-called plan of the day lies in the morning, and the sunshine of each day is also the most beautiful when it just rises every day.

Among them, the spring sun is the warmest.

To the east of Wutong Village, beside the stream, under the huge plane tree, an old man and a young man sat on a chair, looking at the sky, the sun showing half of their faces.

The warm sun was like yellow, sprinkled on their faces.

The warmth of fire dispelled the bitter cold of winter, and the remaining snow under the plane trees melted and melted into the stream. The first rays of spring sunshine are refreshing, and the old and the young are very enjoyable.

"Grandpa, is this the most beautiful sunshine?"

Yun Sheng looked at the half-hidden sun, and his face was filled with a happy smile.

"Whether it's the most beautiful or not, it all depends on what you think, Yunsheng. But this sunshine is the warmest and most hopeful. Lin Cheng said lightly.

"She is like a newborn life, representing the hope of life and the future that will never end."

"Grandpa, Yun Sheng doesn't understand." Yun Sheng was confused, but she knew that what her grandfather said must be very reasonable, "But Yun Sheng will remember, Yun Sheng will engrave this sun in my heart, so that my heart will always be full of hope and always yearn for the future." ”

"Hope, ...... future"

Lin Cheng muttered, he stretched out his hand just to drag the slowly rising morning sun, feeling the warm light like fire, Lin Cheng seemed to see a fire, an eternal fire that will never be extinguished.

This fire is formless, but it is always there, in the heart of life, in the heart of the soul. She never dies and exists forever.

"There is no form, there is no life, there is no death, a thought is immortal, and the fire of heaven lasts forever."

There is also a flame in Lin Cheng's heart that has been ignited, she is also formless, like the sun in the eastern sky, full of light and heat, full of hope and future.

"This is my heavenly fire. She is not called lifeless, nor is there death or life, but hope, light, and an eternal and immortal future. ”

Lin Cheng touched Yun Sheng's head, the once lifeless heavenly fire now no longer exists, transcending perfection and turning into a new flame.

This flame is smooth and warm, like spring hope, like the sun, no longer dead and alive, but represents an immortal future.

Under the dense light, all souls can yearn for the future, or be confused, or end, or die, or have no life......

Once, Lin Cheng sat under the plane tree more than once, and greeted the spring sun more than once, but this time it made him feel different, or more profound.

"Let's go, it's time to go home."

Taking Yunsheng's little hand, they turned their backs to the morning sun and walked towards home.

Time passed, more than ten years passed in a blink of an eye, and the blacksmith ushered in a happy event again.

But this time, the protagonist is not Mo Sheng, not Liu Yunyun, not Lin Cheng, but Yunsheng, Mo Yunsheng, the little girl who used to bounce.

Now a dignified and generous woman.

She got married.

The man is an orphan, and his parents are hunters, but he went out of the mountains hunting and never returned. As a result, his new home was also settled in the blacksmith shop.

He will inherit the blacksmith and the carpenter.

This year, Lin Cheng was almost eighty years old, and he became the oldest and oldest person in the village.

Mo Sheng is also old, and his hair is gray. This time, he sat on top of the high hall and accepted the ritual of kneeling for the newlyweds.

Mo Sheng's heart was complicated, he remembered the appearance of his master in this position before, and he was very emotional, in the blink of an eye, for more than twenty years, everything seemed to be yesterday.

After the happy event, everything is back to the way it used to be.

Perhaps, the only thing that has changed is that the sound of striking iron in the blacksmith shop has become rarer.

Mo Sheng was no longer forging iron, and Lin Cheng had already put down the hammer.

By the stream, under the plane tree, two old men sat on each other.

It's just like more than ten years ago, when an old man and a young man sat here.

But this time, the owner is Mo Sheng.

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