After walking around the house and the courtyard again, Wen Shuo returned to the living room, stood at the table, and looked up slightly at the painting.

Before he entered the house, he hoped to find something more.

Because of the cultivation so far, although there has been obvious progress, sensing the qi, opening the eye of heaven, and further beginning to try to store true qi, and the amount of true qi generated by the body's functions has also increased slightly, but with the current level of cultivation, it is far from reaching the level of being able to raise the altar anytime and anywhere, and even the calligraphy is very difficult, at best, it can only open the eye of heaven, but it cannot do the vision of the eye of heaven for a long time.

And the three copper coins that can help him do it and seal the evil aura have been used up. Now in his hand, there is only one talisman left to ward off evil spirits, and two six-line talismans.

I'm going to the capital tomorrow.

From childhood to adulthood, Wen Shuo went as far as this time to the Shuangnushan mining area in Qingping County. In my previous life, I didn't feel any emotions about going away, but it wasn't until I was about to travel far away that I found that I had some trepidation in my heart, not because I was afraid, but because I was nervous about the unknown.

Therefore, he instinctively wanted to give himself an extra layer of protection in case of accidents.

And the occult law has undoubtedly become his biggest reliance now.

It's a pity that the cultivation is insufficient, and the treasure that can help the practice is gone, and even there are only three talismans, which are still talismans with specific effects.

So he came to the old mansion with a hope.

Perhaps, the old Han Tou, who is like a god, left something for me before his death?

It's a pity that after looking for a few laps, Wen Shuo, who is already quite keen in his confident qi machine sense, has not found any treasures that can help him do it. However, this painting hanging in the main hall has a faint trace of subtle agility, which is naturally related to heaven and earth, but it is a pity that this faint imperceptible agility is not the true qi or evil qi that can help the Xuanshi practice, but the painter is immersed in the painting when he paints this painting, and the painting entrusts the author's mood and thoughts at that time.

If you don't pay attention, or don't look closely, no one will think that this painting is good, ordinary and ordinary. But even ordinary people, standing in front of the painting and looking at it carefully, will gradually give birth to the feeling of being in the scene, halfway up the mountainside breeze, distant view of the shallow clouds like yarn, cranes soaring, stopping and resting under the Panasonic, the clear sky is like washing, full of spring......

And the person in the painting, the old man is going down the mountain leisurely, not thinking about the magnificent scenery on the top of the mountain, and not thinking about the red dust and mundane under the mountain.

Where is home, where is home?

The end of the endless world, everywhere is the end of the world, everywhere can be home.

Free!

After standing in front of the painting for a long time, Wen Shuo suddenly had the urge to tear this painting off - uncle, the artistic conception in this painting seems to have a little bit of seducing Lao Tzu to see through the red dust and become a monk?

But it can be regarded as relieving the panic in his heart, and his mind is much brighter, so Wen Shuo generously decided to spare the painting's life.

When he walked out of the hall, locked the door, and walked to the shadow wall with an umbrella, he suddenly thought of something, hurriedly turned back and opened the door, stood on the Taishi chair and carefully took off this ordinary-looking hanging painting, went to the east room and took the worn-out feather duster, gently dusted off the painting, and then rolled it up, wrapped it in a broken sheet, and then put it in a plastic bag, thinking that he would take it home immediately, but considering that he would have to go to the grave of the old Han Tou for a while, he put the hanging picture under the bed, and then went out to lock it, and left the old house with an umbrella。

He pondered, this seemingly ordinary painting, although there is no payment and painting time, but since it can have a smart meaning, it cannot be said that it is the handwriting of a certain master, and he does not know how long this painting has been painted so far, in case it is an ancient painting...... Old Han is widowed and free, his mood is detached, or he is old and confused, he can take valuable things seriously, and hang them in the house in such a grand manner, Wen Shuo feels that he is not in that state of mind, and he is not so stupid!

A few months have passed, and the lonely grave on the river embankment has been overgrown with grass, but the grave has obviously been filled with soil, and the surrounding area is paved with bricks, and a tombstone carved out of bluestone, about one and a half meters above the ground.

No need to ask, it must have been Liu Maohe's doing.

Wen Shuo secretly scolded Liu Mao and this idiot in his heart, isn't this his mother's place without three hundred taels of silver? No wonder, others will suspect that rumors are rife in Liujiaying Village......

Wen Shuo tilted his head and held the umbrella between his neck and shoulders, took out two stacks of burning paper from the plastic bag he was carrying with his right hand, handed them back to his left hand, took out a lighter and lit the burning paper, and waited for the fire to grow stronger, then squatted down and slowly placed it on the red bricks in front of the tombstone.

Immediately, Wen Shuo took out the notebook from the plastic bag and ignited it on the exuberant flame.

The burned paper was flammable, and because the ground was wet with rain, the fire burned out quickly, and the unburned corners were mixed with gray-black paper ash and pasted on the bricks, while the dampness on the red bricks was almost dried. The notebook was pinched and hung in the air by Wen Shuo, burning in the breeze until the flames were about to burn in his hand, and he put it on the red brick.

Seeing that the notebook was finally burned out, blown by the breeze, and the ashes scattered in the mud around the grave, Wen Shuo got up.

Standing in front of the tombstone with an umbrella like this for a few minutes, he didn't say a word.

"Come to think of it, there's nothing more to say, alas. Wen Shuo sighed sadly, turned around and walked back, muttering as he said, "In the future, as long as I am at home, I will always come to burn some paper for you during the festival." ”

Passing by the old house and picking up the painting, Wen Shuo's slightly sad and sour mood on the river embankment had already dissipated.

When a person dies, how can he miss having a hair?

Wen Shuo, who has always been very practical in acting as a person, pondered, in fact, it is not particularly necessary to burn paper on the grave during the New Year's holidays, and it is practical to find one or several apprentices with better talent in the future to pass it on. If there is really a Yin Cao Difu or Old Han Tou who has ascended to the fairyland after his death, he can still meet him one day in a hundred years, at least, with a clear conscience!

When he got home, Wen Shuo saw a water cup on the coffee table in the living room, and there were still brewed tea leaves in the cup, so he casually asked, "Mom, are there guests at home?"

"Your uncle just left. Li Qin walked out of the bedroom, her eyes were red, and she had obviously cried.

As soon as he saw his mother's expression, Wen Shuo suddenly became angry, frowned and said in a deep voice: "Is my concubine also here?"

"No, your uncle came by himself. Li Qin sighed, seeing that his son was quite angry, his heart became more and more sad, turned around and went back to the bedroom and took out a pile of hundred-yuan bills, walked over and put them on the coffee table, sat down with tears in his eyes and said in a choked tone: "Shuo, don't hate your uncle, he is his mother's own brother! This, this is not to know that you are going to the capital tomorrow, your uncle sent 5,000 yuan, oh yes, you are not allowed to tell others." ”

"Huh?" Wen Shuo was stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "He still hides private money, and he is not afraid of being known by Feng Chunmei." ”

"This kid, Feng Chunmei is also your name?" Li Qin glared at his son, and then said with a serious expression: "Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, although your uncle and your concubine are rich, but it is not easy to live in ordinary times. Actually, we should not be jealous of others, because people don't owe us, on the contrary, we owe the affection of your uncle and concubine! If just because people have urged us to repay the money several times, they usually look down on our poor family, have said some angry things, and are afraid that we will borrow money to take advantage, so we will hate others, then it is called unreasonable, do you understand?"

Wen Shuo was stunned.

It's very simple, it's easy to understand, and it's really true.

But......

How many people can face things with the right attitude like their mothers?

"Shuo, listen to my mother's words, if you want others to look down on you, you have to rely on yourself, you yourself have no chance, bad luck, do you have to blame others to look down on you? For example, you used to pick up rags and collect waste...... Mom doesn't mean it's a shame to do this business, but most people think that this line of work is unproductive, it's a lowly business, and your academic performance is not good, so it's no wonder that others look down on you. But this time, after you were admitted to the university, and it was after you were admitted to Beijing University? What did everyone think of you and your mother? Even you used to pick up rags and collect waste, which has become a glorious thing. Of course, Mom doesn't mean to say that other people are airplane-eyed, the world is like this, you can't expect everyone to treat a rag-picking and a county magistrate equally, right?" Li Qin continued with a serious but gentle expression: "Shuo, Mom has little reading, no culture, and has never seen the world, but Mom has lived for half a lifetime, and has tasted all the ups and downs, and has seen too many people. things, as well as the love between personnel, so my mother always thinks that many people can talk about these simple truths, but they will always be confused when it comes to themselves. Catch up with Ming'er, you are going to go to college in the capital, this is the first time you have gone out since you were a child, no matter how worried your mother is, you have to let go, you can't follow you, and besides, you have grown up, and your mother can't be your oil bottle. This truth that my mother told you just now, you must remember it when you are away in the future, and you can save a lot of trouble. ”

"Mom. Wen Shuo couldn't help but shed tears, nodded and said, "I remember"

Growing up so big, it was the first time he heard from his mother that it was so simple, simple, and easy to understand, but it was the most difficult truth for everyone in the world to really use their own bodies.

Moreover, because of the reasoning of the matter, Wen Shuo began to reflect on what he had done in the past for the first time.

Just when he was pondering, Li Qin suddenly thought of something, got up and looked out the window, and said: "The rain has stopped, go, go to the mall with my mother, buy you a few clothes to wear, I haven't worn any good clothes for so many years, I will go to college in the capital tomorrow, and besides, the family has some spare money now, and I can't let your clothes be too shabby and make people laugh ......"