Perhaps, she looked at the few well-wishers next to her with gratitude; Perhaps, she doesn't care who is standing here at all, she only cares about the bowl of chicken that she hasn't looked forward to all her life.

I thought that perhaps her hands were shaking with excitement when she lay down and brought her lips close to the edge of the bowl.

I looked at my grandfather, who was smiling in the direction of the bowl, as if he had seen the woman sucking on the oily chicken soup there. Even he had a slight ear movement, and it seemed that he heard the "shivering" sound made by the seventh girl sucking chicken soup.

I saw my grandfather's peaceful gaze, which would not appear out of thin air. Only in the face of the poor man's misfortune will the grandfather appear this kind of gaze. I've always wondered why Grandpa never 'shows' pity or pity at these people, but uses such a peaceful gaze.

I asked my grandfather. Grandpa said that the world we live in is originally a world of babbling.

I asked again, what is the world of whiking.

Grandpa said that the world is the world of people.

I think grandpa is going around in circles with me. Maybe my grandfather didn't want me to let me know too much about the bitterness of life, although maybe he had already seen through the emptiness and suffering of life, but he still wanted to educate me about all the good things, and never let me see the world as he saw it.

At that time, I didn't ask my grandfather any more questions, but just kept the four words "the world of the world" in my heart, and regarded these four words as my rough and vague understanding of the human world. Later, when I went to university, I had the opportunity to go into a huge library to find the books I wanted to read, and finally saw an explanation of the "world of Buddhahood" in a philosophical book on Buddhism.

There's one passage that I remember very well. The book says that the world of Buddhahood in the Buddhist scriptures refers to the "world of man", that is, the world that is forever flawed and imperfect. Bustling, coming and going, all for profit. People who live in this whirling world have to suffer, and this word of suffering may not be immediately understood. Even if you experience it, it is not the same as liberation, you may not be able to endure it, you can't put it down, you can't let it go, and you can't let it go. The bitter sea is boundless, and there is no shore to turn back. But everything that can make people truly comfortable always comes from the heart, so the shore does not need to look back, the shore is everywhere. There is a poem by Gu Ling Chan Zen Zen Master who says: "Flies love to find light and drill on paper, and they can't pass through a few difficulties." Suddenly bumped into the road, Shixin was deceived by the eyes of his life. "Many people always want to find the way they came, lest they lose their true self, but they often fall into a situation where the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop.

Only then did I realize that my grandfather had already seen through the world more than ten years ago. I understood why my grandfather looked at those poor people with peaceful eyes.

In the space where the smell of chicken soup filled, Grandpa's peaceful gaze told me that there was another creature in this hall. It's a poor creature.

After a while, all three sticks of incense burned to the end, and only the red-painted sticks emitted a dark red charcoal fire. But soon, the dark red charcoal fire was also extinguished.

At this moment, I suddenly saw a figure of procrastinating footsteps in my grandfather's eyes! It was the figure of a woman! I could see her side, but I could tell from the side that it was a beautiful woman. The long hair hung down to the waist like a dark cloud, and the half of the face that "exposed" from the dark cloud was as attractive as the bright moon.

Grandpa's gaze was still so peaceful.

I opened my mouth wide in surprise. I watched that beautiful woman walk into Grandpa's pupils and out of Grandpa's pupils. I didn't dare to breathe loudly, I didn't dare to tell anyone else, I didn't dare to break my grandfather's peaceful expression.

"yes, alright." When the figure stepped out of Grandpa's eyes, Grandpa immediately closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. Was he sighing at the poor woman, or was he sighing at the world of which he was speaking?

When Wen Sazi heard his grandfather's words, he immediately took the first step to pick up the sea bowl, took out a tender chicken leg and put it in his mouth.

The young woman sneered, "I thought you were so enthusiastic, it turned out that you were eating some chicken at the end." ”

The old lady bowed and said, "Oh, Wen Sazi, how can you eat the chicken used by the ghost?" Hurry up and put it down, I'll pour it out. You can eat things that worship the Bodhisattva, but you can't eat things that worship the ghosts. ”

"Pour it out? What a shame that is. After Wen Sazi finished speaking, he began to drink the soup again, making a trembling sound.

Before he could take two sips of the soup, Wen Sazi suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing an uncomfortable expression. Then, he covered his abdomen with one hand. He took a breath and bent down. The sea bowl didn't hold it steady, and some of the chicken broth spilled out.

"What's wrong?" The old lady hurriedly went up to support Wen Sazi, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Ouch ouch, my stomach hurts so much. Ouch, why does it hurt so much! Wen Sazi gritted his teeth and carefully put the sea bowl back in its place. No, no, I have to go to the toilet immediately, and my stomach is already gurgling, as if it is filled with water. Ouch ouch, you have toilet paper in your old man's toilet, right? ”

"Yes, yes. Go ahead. The old lady waved her hand to the back of the house.

Wen Sazi immediately covered her stomach with both hands, and ran towards the back of the house like a hen about to lay eggs. The old lady then picked up the bowl and went outside to pour out the chicken soup.

The young woman smiled: "I said I didn't want him to drink, but he was greedy." Do it yourself! ”

Grandpa looked at the sky outside, then turned back to me and said, "Liang Zai, it's too late today." You can follow me to the thrush. I'll be home tomorrow. ”

The young woman said embarrassedly behind her grandfather, "Master Ma, I'm really sorry for delaying you for so long. I thought that it would be okay to worship the chicken and my godbrother. I didn't expect to encounter the troubles of the Seven Girls. I'm so sorry. ”

Grandpa smiled: "It's okay." It's also a good thing to give the seventh girl a blame, how can you say it's troublesome? ”

My grandfather and I were about to go out when suddenly Wen Sazi rushed out from the back of the house. He looked at us with those eyes that couldn't be targeted, and shouted, "Master Ma, Master Ma, don't go yet!" ”

"What's wrong?" Grandpa turned around, "You live here, of course there's no hurry." My nephew and I have to travel at night. ”

Wen Sazi gave his grandfather a thumbs up and said, "Master Ma, I know why the old lady is hunchbacked!" He lifted his baggy pants with a serious look on his face.