After lunch, Feng Yin sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up a copy of the "Lengyan Sutra" on the desk and read it.

"If I heard it, for a while, the Buddha was in the raft city, and the Buddha was in the house. and the great bhikkhus, one thousand two hundred and fifty people. All of them are great arhats without leakage. The abbot of the Buddha, who is good beyond all beings, can achieve majesty in the land......"

My mother-in-law often said that reading Buddhist scriptures can calm the mind. Mother-in-law believes in Buddhism, there are many natural Buddhist scriptures in the house, when the wind is idle and has nothing to do, sometimes she will sit in front of the window and hold a sutra book to study carefully, although she always feels obscure, but every time she reads and reads, her heart calms down. The mother-in-law said that this is also a primer.

The mother-in-law set up a Buddhist hall in the north corner of the bedroom, and only one statue of Guanyin was enshrined in the Buddhist hall. On the half-height rosewood table, Guanyin Bodhisattva holds a willow in his left hand and a bottle in his right hand, his eyes are soft, and he stands on a lotus flower with a smile, showing a dignified and compassionate image.

There is a pair of couplets handwritten on both sides of the statue of Guanyin, the handwriting is upright and neat, vigorous and powerful, and it is written by the mother-in-law herself.

The upper link is: Great compassion to overcome all suffering;

The next link is: the five aggregates of light appear in the empty color.

After carefully cleaning her hands, the mother-in-law lit the sandalwood, picked up a copy of the "Sadness Sutra" from the desk, took out a string of Buddhist beads from the drawer, knelt down on the futon, put the scriptures in front of her, and recited the Buddhist beads in her hand while turning.

My mother-in-law did not believe in Buddhism in the past, but in the second year after moving to the General's Mansion, she set up this Buddhist hall and knelt in front of the Buddha every day to chant sutras and pray.

Feng Yin once asked her why she believed in Buddhism, and her mother-in-law said, "I have created too many evils, and I chant many sutras, hoping that the Bodhisattva will bless me from being too bitter in hell after I die." Feng Yin was puzzled, where does the mother-in-law look like a person who will go to hell, but it is not easy to ask, so I thought about it, maybe the mother-in-law has done something wrong before, after all, people are not saints, who can do nothing.

After reading the scriptures for a long time, Feng Yin's heart did not calm down, but became more and more irritable. So he simply put down the scriptures, held his chin with both hands and sighed, and silently recited in his heart: "Why haven't you come yet, you should have come a long time ago." ”

The mother-in-law heard the sigh and stopped chanting, put down the Buddha beads and frowned, and said, "It will always come, why are you in such a hurry." ”

Feng Yin didn't want to disturb her mother-in-law's chanting, so she pursed her mouth and stopped making a sound, turned over lightly, climbed into bed and lay down in her clothes, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

I don't know how long it has been, Feng Yin settled down in the mellow aroma of sandalwood, and fell into a dream.

In the dream, it was getting late, and when Feng Yin opened his eyes, he found that he was standing in a courtyard, there was no one around, not even the sound of insects, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

The moonlight was bleak, obscured by the clouds.

By the moonlight, Feng Yin saw two trees in front of the left, the shape was very familiar, and when I looked closely, it was a red plum tree, and I immediately settled down, it turned out to be in the "Red Plum Courtyard".

Suddenly, the front brightened, and the wind screamed and his eyes closed, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that the door in front of him was wide open, and a figure was reflected on the window paper, so familiar that it made people tremble.

Feng Yin walked a few steps quickly to the door, the joy rising in his heart could not be suppressed, and when he walked into the room, he saw him at a glance, he stood at the desk, looked up and saw her smiling, beckoned to her, "Come here, uncle will teach you to write." ”

His big hand held her small hand and wrote steadily on the paper, and the warm voice was in his ear: "Wind-groan, this is your name." A breeze blew, and the golden bells that blew the eaves jingled like the laughter of the wind.

Feng Yin looked back into his eyes and asked softly, "How do you write your name?" he smiled and held Feng Yin's hand, his voice as clear as the wind, "I'll teach you." ”

The memory of that day was warm and joyful, and Wind Whisper kept it in mind, and finally imprinted it in the depths of his mind after a long time.

In the dream, the wind groaned's body shook violently, and when he opened his eyes again, he somehow came to the garden, and it was noon, and the sun was burning badly on his body.

Feng Yin saw that the various flowers carefully cultivated by the craftsman in the flower garden in front of her were blooming perfectly, and thought to herself, "Mother likes flowers the most, I will pick some for her and put them in the house, she must like them." ”

So happily ran to the flower garden to pick the best flower branches and folded a handful, but the delicate flowers were thorny, and Feng Yin only cared about picking flowers and did not avoid them, and there were several cuts on his hands and arms, and even two cuts on his neck, which soaked into the sweat and hurt drippingly, and when he touched it with his hands, there were some small blood streaks. But fortunately, it's not a big wound, so it doesn't matter if you think about it.

Afraid that the flowers would wither after a long time, Feng Yin hurriedly ran towards his mother's yard with them, and the silk skirt was hooked by the thorns, and a "hiss" cracked open a big road.

The mother-in-law, who was watering the flowers and plants, saw that Feng Yin's face changed greatly, and hurriedly threw down the water scoop and ran over, and shouted anxiously and softly, "Miss, why are you here!"

Feng Yin smiled and raised the flower to his chest, "The flower I picked for my mother is so beautiful!" As he spoke, he ran into the house, but the mother-in-law didn't hold it, and chased after her and shouted: "Madame is taking a nap, Miss should go back." ”

When Feng Yin entered the room, he saw his mother sitting at the table embroidering something, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Feng Yin carefully walked to the distance of two steps away from her, smiled softly, and whispered with a bouquet full of flowers: "Mother, look at the flowers I picked for you, and my mother-in-law said that you like flowers the most." ”

When the mother heard the voice, her body shook, and her eyes instantly swelled with cold anger, and when she raised her head, she was full of hatred, trembling and staring at her slightly, and her voice was as cold as frost: "Who asked you to come!"

Feng Yin was frightened by her eyes, her smile disappeared in a flash, she quietly took a step back, lowered her head and explained softly, "You... Love flowers, I want to make you happy. As he spoke, he lifted the flower in front of him, raised his head and pulled out a smile, "Mother, look, it's beautiful." ”

The mother looked at her like a ghost, her eyes fell on her eyes, and suddenly she cried out in pain with her head in her hands, and then glared at the wind fiercely, and snatched the bouquet with all her strength like a demon, and threw it aside, shouting, "Get out!"

The moment the flower was taken away, Feng Yin shrank her shoulders in fright, subconsciously took a step back, and finally shed tears in that irascible roar. Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, gently slid across his face and smashed to the ground, the desperately suppressed fear was on his lips, but Feng Mo didn't dare to make a sound.

Uncle's always smiling face suddenly appeared in his mind, and Feng Yin suddenly wanted to see him, never wanted to see him so much as he did now, and privately hoped that it would be good if he were there.

The mother-in-law outside the house heard the sound getting louder and louder, and finally couldn't help but rush in, and after just one glance, she cried out in horror, rushed to her mother's side, took out a handkerchief and pressed it on her finger, and said in a panic, "Madam, you have blood on your hand, how good is this!"

Feng Yin was startled, and hurriedly went to look at her mother's hand, but she couldn't hold back her whimper, and hurriedly explained with tears: "I didn't mean it, mother, I didn't mean it......" The hand was about to touch ...... mother's hand, but her mother slapped her whole body open, and she shouted out of control: "Don't call me mother! I'm not your mother, don't call me that, don't call me that"

The mother's strength was too great, and the wind groaned and was thrown to the ground and sat on the ground, and she didn't even dare to scream in pain and quickly stood up, and instinctively retreated to the corner of the door under the domination of fear, and hurriedly waved her hand and explained softly: "I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to make my mother angry, I didn't dare, I didn't dare anymore......"

At this time, the general hurried from outside the door, and as soon as he entered the door, he went straight to his wife, hugged her who was trembling, and stroked her back with his big hand and comforted her gently: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, you don't have to be afraid of anything, I'll let her go, I'll let her go, she won't come again." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and said coldly to the wind: "You go, don't come to your mother again in the future!" After speaking, he hugged his wife more tightly, and no longer looked at Feng Yin.

At this time, the mother saw Feng Yin standing in a daze and did not move, and suddenly burst into tears, crying: "Get out, you get out of here......!

Feng Yin was so frightened by her mother's shouts that she didn't dare to gasp, and immediately turned around and ran out of the house, not even daring to turn her head back, tears running down her cheeks and down her neck, and the wound scratched by the rose thorn hurt heartbreakingly.

Gasping all the way to the "Red Plum Courtyard", Fengyun closed the courtyard door and squatted under the tree and cried loudly.

This dream was long and cone-hearted, and Feng Yin was lying on the bed tossing and turning, tears streaming down his face, struggling but unable to wake up.

The mother-in-law sighed and stood up, her face was as bloody as a layer of fragrant ash, and she said bitterly: "Debt!"

trembling and walked to the bed, stretched out his hand to stroke a miserable white face full of tears, and said softly: "This is the catastrophe of your mother and daughter's life, don't blame her......"

My mother-in-law sometimes thinks that if Feng Yin didn't have these eyes, what would it be like if she was born in an ordinary family? After all, this child's appearance and temperament are nothing bad.

It's just a pity that I don't have a choice for such a thing.

After a while, the mother-in-law carefully wiped the tears on Feng Yin's face, shook her shoulders and said slowly: "Get up, the second master's things should be delivered soon." ”

Feng Yin was shaken by her, and her whole body trembled and opened her eyes violently, and she was sure to see her struggle out of the dream for a long time. His eyes were uncomfortably sore, and he reached out to touch his face after realizing it, but it was clean and clean, without a trace of moisture.

It took a deep breath that separated the dream from reality. But the emotions immersed in the dream have not calmed down, so he did not speak, only got up and quietly arranged his clothes, did not look at his mother-in-law, got out of bed and walked to the outhouse.

Behind Feng Yin, the mother-in-law gently turned over the wet pillow.

Before I got to the table, the wooden door of the courtyard suddenly made a crunching sound, very brisk, someone was coming.

Feng Yin's mood suddenly improved, and he turned around and ran towards the door, which was the sound of Li Ji opening the door, and the movement was light and neat, which was different from others.

Li Ji is the attendant in the uncle's courtyard and comes once a month.

Seeing Feng Yin standing beside him, Li Ji respectfully handed a cloth bag to her hand, and said with a smile: "Our master said, please Miss wear this tomorrow, see you in the old place at the old time." Feng Yin nodded with a "hmm" and smiled at him, and Li Ji smiled back, and turned around and went out.

Every time the uncle goes home, he always brings a gift to Feng Yin, sometimes it is a jewel hairpin, sometimes it is a bunch of wild flowers in the mountains, in fact, even if it is just a few sour wild fruits, Feng Yin will like it very much.

Gradually, waiting for the uncle's gift every month has become the habit that Feng Yin looks forward to the most in a month.

Back in the house, Feng Yin couldn't wait to open the cloth bag, which contained a neatly folded dress. The upper body is covered with a white brocade coat, with a few pear blossoms succinctly outlined with very light yellow silk threads at the neckline, with a light blue tight-waisted wide-sleeved top, and a moon-white pleated long skirt underneath, and a few light pink banyan flowers at the skirt.

It is not as luxurious and gorgeous as the clothes of the ladies of the wealthy families, but it is rare to be pure and beautiful, clear and beautiful. It's so beautiful that it doesn't look like a thing in the world, but like the clothes of a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world.

The mother-in-law looked at this new set of clothes, and then looked at Feng Yin's expression, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there are still people who really love this child.

The mother-in-law stretched out her hand and touched the clothes, feeling a little thin, so she turned around and walked towards the bedroom, took out a cloud blue woven fine brocade wool collar cloak from the cabinet for Feng Yin, put it next to the clothes and compared, and said with great satisfaction: "This color is just right, and we will wear it together when we go out tomorrow, and the warmth of the cold winter wax moon is the most important." ”

Feng Yin looked at the heavy cloak on the table and the happy eyebrows of her mother-in-law, and seemed to hear the meaning of care from this careful advice, so she replied softly: "Well, I will wear it tomorrow." ”

Wearing the dress and cloak together on the body and comparing it, it was really fitting and matching, and Feng Yin's heart became more and more happy. But I was afraid that I would accidentally get dirty, so I took them off after a while, and carefully folded them and put them in the cabinet.

The mother-in-law picked up the scriptures again and began to read them, and Feng Yin sat in front of the window and looked at the snow outside through the gap in the window, only to feel refreshed, and even the obscure scriptures in the mother-in-law's mouth sounded much more beautiful.

I don't want to think about anything at the moment, and I only pray silently in my heart: May the Bodhisattva bless you, and tomorrow will be a sunny and good day.