Because her grandmother is not in good health, Fan Yaohua often takes her daughter out to set up a stall together.

Because I was worried that my daughter would be bored, I would also buy her some paintbrushes and let her draw on the small table next to her.

Her daughter paints whatever she wants, she paints whatever she wants, but what she likes to paint the most is the eagle, the eagle soaring in the sky.

Whenever the eagle's cry sounded, she would raise her neck and stare at the sky for a long time, sometimes falling to the ground because she was leaning back too much, and then giggling herself.

And on this painting, she saw the eagle in the sky at a glance, although it was very abstract, but the curved mouth and the two bird claws larger than the body were her daughter's "painting style", like her patron saint, so Fan Yaohua was the most familiar.

In addition, there is a high mountain on the painting, and there is a rainbow on the mountain, what she doesn't know is that Fan Wan is actually painting a rainbow slide.

And at the bottom of the hillside, there were three children, one of whom she also recognized at a glance as her millet grains.

Because Fan Wan has also painted herself countless times, as well as the braid on the top of her head like a grain of rice, Fan Yaohua has also talked about her before, but she said eloquently, so that others can recognize her when they see it.

When Fan Yaohua came back to her senses, she found that the little girl had left with her father, she looked around the street and the end of the street, but saw no one, thought about it and put away the stall directly and went home.

"Yaohua, why did you close the stall so early?" A stall owner next to him saw it and asked a little strangely.

"There's something going on at home, I'm going back."

The stall owner wanted to say more, but Fan Yaohua had already left in a hurry on three wheels.

"Mom, Mom...... open the door." Fan Yaohua slapped the courtyard door and shouted.

"It's coming, it's coming." Grandma Huang in the house heard the movement and hurriedly got up to open the door.

But because of arthritis, even if she was in a hurry, she still seemed slow.

Fan Yaohua outside the door was waiting anxiously, although she was already very sure that the painting was painted by her daughter, but she still had to come back to confirm, and why her daughter's painting was in the hands of the little girl, and she didn't remember that her daughter had painted such a picture, she faintly didn't dare to think about it.

As soon as Grandma Huang opened the courtyard door, Fan Yaohua couldn't wait to squeeze in, and the tricycle didn't advance, and hurriedly walked to the house.

"What's going on?" Grandma Huang asked in some surprise.

But Fan Yaohua didn't care about answering her question at this time, went straight to the room, opened the cabinet, and pulled out a tightly wrapped plastic bag from the bottom.

The bag was opened, and inside were some dry brushes and a stack of scribbled drawings, all of which were the belongings of the daughter's millet grains.

In fact, there were more before, but most of them were burned after her daughter's death, and these were left by her as a thought, and she kept them in the cupboard, and would take them out from time to time to take a look.

When she looked at her daughter's painting, Fan Yaohua's face turned pale instantly, and the whole person felt dizzy again.

This is a daughter's painting, it's a daughter's painting......

But...... But why, why is the painting of millet grains in the hands of that little girl, is it a friend of millet grains?

No, the little girl named Nuan Nuan is only two and a half years old this year, and the millet grains have been dead for more than three years......

Fan Yaohua didn't dare to think about it, but she couldn't help but want to go down......

"What's wrong with you? What happened? ”

At this time, Grandma Huang walked in from outside the door.

Fan Yaohua ran over as if grasping a life-saving straw, grabbed Grandma Huang's hand, and said tremblingly, "Mom......"

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know where to start.

"Don't worry, take your time." Grandma Huang gently patted the back of Fan Yaohua's hand.

In her life, she has experienced countless hardships, first her husband died early, she worked hard to raise her daughter, and then her daughter married an unsatisfactory person, she was either beaten or scolded, suffered domestic violence, and finally divorced, and then her favorite baby passed away.

Her whole life was like being torn apart, crumpled, glued again, torn again, crumpled again......

After a lot of experience, no matter what happens, you can be calm and calm.

Probably because of Grandma Huang by her side, Fan Yaohua seemed to have found the backbone, and after hearing about the cause and effect, Grandma Huang showed a contemplative look.

However, she didn't look at the so-called painting, and she couldn't understand it, but asked: "Does the little girl really tell you that she seems to know you?" ”

Fan Yaohua hurriedly nodded, this would not be mistaken, because the little girl also asked her if she knew herself.

"Do you know her? Have you seen it before? Grandma Huang asked again.

Fan Yaohua shook her head and said with great certainty: "I definitely haven't seen it, and listening to the accent, that little girl is from out of town, and she looks very cute, if I have seen it, I won't remember it." ”

"That's ......"

Even Grandma Huang, who looked indifferent, showed a look of excitement.

"You come with me." She pulled Fan Yaohua and was about to go out.

"Where to go?" Fan Yaohua asked a little puzzled.

"Go to the third grandfather's house."

"Third Grandfather?"

Fan Yaohua was a little stunned when she heard this, and instantly understood why Grandma Huang went to the third grandfather's house.

Because the third Ah Gong is the Mo Gong of Feilong Town, the so-called Mo Gong is similar to what we usually call a priest.

The Buyi people have their own heritage, not only worship their ancestors, but also revere nature, and worship the mountains, rivers, rocks and trees on which they depend.

These worships are presided over by the Mo Gong, through the chanting of the Mo Sutra, and the Mo Sutra is a unique cultural inheritance of the Buyi people, the Mo Sutra has a long heritage, mostly five words, seven words, with a special rhythm, because there is no own text, so it is passed on through oral transmission.

It can be said that the Mojing runs through the life of the entire Buyi people, from birth to death, it is inseparable from the Mojing.

And Mogong has a very high status in the entire Buyi tribe.

The third grandfather's home is not far from Fan Yaohua's home, and it took a few steps to arrive.

"Is the third brother at home?" Grandma Huang stood at the door and shouted.

The third grandfather's home is much bigger and more beautiful than Fan Yaohua's home.

"Sister-in-law is here." The third grandfather heard the voice and walked out of the house.

The third grandfather is sturdy, wearing a long black robe, and he is in good spirits.

The Buyi people are all the same village with the same surname, although Feilong Town is a bit special, but it is also no exception, almost everyone in the entire Feilong Town has the surname Fan, and there are very few people with foreign surnames.

Therefore, every family is related to each other.

The third grandfather called Grandma Huang a sister-in-law, not because he was older than him, but according to his seniority, the third grandfather wanted to call a sister-in-law.

"Yaohua is also there."

"Third Grandfather." Fan Yaohua screamed.

According to the seniority, Fan Yaohua actually wants to be called the third uncle, but because as the Mo Gong in the town, everyone calls him the third grandfather, and after a long time, it has become an honorific title, and Grandma Huang is his sister-in-law, so it is not appropriate to call the third grandfather, so he will call the third brother.

The salutation may seem a bit confusing, but it's actually quite exquisite.

"I'm looking for something I want to ask you." Grandma Huang said.

"Come on." The third grandfather beckoned the two into the house.

When the three of them sat down, Grandma Huang didn't talk nonsense, and said directly to Fan Yaohua: "Yaohua, you talk about things to your third grandfather." ”

So Fan Yaohua told the third grandfather about today's strange experience.

(End of chapter)