Wang Lin laughed dumbly, nodded, and said, "Yes, when my uncle makes a lot of money, he will go back to marry a wife."
Daniel was about to speak, when his father called in the iron tool shop, Daniel hurriedly responded, and said to Wang Lin with a bitter face, "Hey, I want to strike again." He said, he returned to the iron tool helplessly. shop.
From inside the shop, there were a few words of reprimand from Daniel's father. Wang Lin took a sip of wine and sat quietly at the door. At this time, a few snowflakes drifted from the sky, and slowly, the snowflakes grew bigger and bigger. The first snow of this year, silently, fell from the sky.
The temperature suddenly cooled down.
Snow flakes hit Wang Lin's face and quickly melted into ice water. Wang Lin raised his head and looked at the dim sky. After a long time, he stretched out his right hand and shook it randomly, and the snow around him instantly condensed.
Wang Lin took a deep breath and let go of his right hand. The snowflakes immediately collapsed and drifted around again.
This scene happened extremely quickly, and no pedestrians found any abnormalities, one by one just bowed their heads and hurried on their way.
As the sky gets darker, there are fewer pedestrians. Eventually, there is no one person on the whole street. Even the shops around are closed in advance because of heavy snowfall. They no longer do business, but are reunited as a family. Keep warm by the stove.
This kind of warmth, in addition to the body, but also the soul, a family reunion, that kind of warmth can drive out any cold.
The color of decline gradually appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. The coldness brought by snowflakes was really insignificant to him. But at this time, he watched the lights in the surrounding shops. Only his shop was on the whole street. It was dark, and a hint of coldness suddenly rose in his heart.
This cold. Not any source of fire can be expelled. Not any magical magic can make up for it. This kind of coldness is the price of perceiving the way of heaven, and it is a necessity to experience life.
To transform the spirit. First of all, it must be transformed.
It's easy to say that it's Huafan. In fact, how simple it is. Wang Lin is now. Experienced Dugu. This kind of loneliness. He knew it well. I have to experience it all the time.
Compared with this loneliness. Several years later. The people around him died one by one. It seems that there is only one person feeling between the whole world, compared with this. That is the real loneliness.
Wang Lin was silent. After a long time, he staggered to his feet. The whole person seemed to grow old at this moment. Slowly tidy up the chairs at the door. Back in the shop. The door was closed gently.
After a long time. There was a fire in the shop. Although it looks no different from other shops around. But in fact. This firelight. It's just appearance. Hidden inside, a deep loneliness.
Wang Lin sat by the stove, the shop was very warm, but his heart was getting colder and colder. After a long silence, Wang Lin took his storage bag, took out a statue from it, and put it beside him.
This statue is carved by his father.
Looking at the statues, the cold in Wang Lin's heart gradually became less, he took out the statues of his mother, and then he took out the statues one by one from the storage bag and placed them around the stove.
There are boyfriends and daughters in the statue, old and young, all of whom were neighbors in the small village.
Looking at these statues, Wang Lin smiled. Although this smile is full of satisfaction, if anyone sees this smile at this time, they will feel that there is no laughter, it is clearly a silent cry.
The fire was flashing, and the brightness was uncertain, reflecting on people's faces, and the same was true, reflecting on the wood carvings, there was a strange feeling.
Gently picking up the statues one by one, the cold in Wang Lin's heart gradually disappeared. However, although there is little loneliness, the sadness is heavy.
"Can't let go... Can't let go..." Wang Lin muttered to himself. When he cultivated immortality in his early years, he couldn't let go of his relatives. Now, he still let go.
However, this kind of emotion is different from that of the past. If you want to transform the gods, you must first transform the vanity. If you truly let go of family affection and everything, then it is impossible to transform the vanity.
The reason why each monk in the transformation stage is so powerful, in addition to his cultivation level, more importantly, he possesses a deeply hidden emotion in his heart. It is this emotion that allows them to transform into the ordinary. Through emotion, break through Yuan Ying and reach the realm of transforming gods.
It was precisely because of this obsession that Wang Lin didn't encounter much frustration in transforming the mortal, but gradually felt the feeling of a mortal.
At this moment, he was immersed in the thoughts of his parents, quietly comprehending this feeling, the spiritual power in his body, once again rotated crazily, this kind of rotation gradually leaked out of the body, in this shop Above all the wood carvings, a trace of spiritual energy suddenly rose, and the spiritual power in Wang Lin's body was swiftly rotating in the same wave.
Gradually, this kind of spiritual power revolved faster and faster, revealing the shop.
Snow falling from the sky, when it fell on the roof of the shop, it also turned, forming a rotating cluster of snowflakes, which quickly slid away towards the surroundings.
The snow was getting bigger and bigger. After a long time, Wang Lin gradually became sober. At the moment when he was sober, a small half of the wood carvings on the surrounding shelves snapped and cracked.
Although this small half-wood carving has been broken, the spiritual power pervading it is heavier than before, and even the quality has been improved.
Wang Lin glanced at it and took a deep breath.
He stood up and opened the door of the shop. A cold light blew towards him, mixed with countless coldness. Wang Lin looked up at the sky and whispered plainly: "God, I, Wang Lin, come!"
The snow falling from the sky became bigger, and there was a thick layer on the ground. At this moment, the door of the iron shop on the opposite side suddenly opened. When Daniel and his father were about to go out, they saw Wang Lin standing opposite. , Couldn't help but stunned, then Daniel ran a few steps, stepped on the snow, made a crunching noise, came to Wang Lin, and shouted: "Uncle Wang, do you know we are coming over?" , He entered the room and sat by the stove.
Daniel's father, holding a wooden basket with a silly smile, said to Wang Lin, "Brother Wang, aren't you busy?"
Wang Lin smiled and let himself go, and said, "You're not busy, come in and talk."
Daniel's father entered the room, looked at the wood carvings around, his eyes showed envy, and then put down the wooden basket, rubbed his hands, as if he wanted to say something, but he was embarrassed to speak.
At this time, the big cow sitting by the fire saw the statues of Wang Lin's parents and relatives, and immediately whispered, "Uncle Wang, why have I never seen these statues before? Are they made recently?"
Wang Lin closed the door, sat aside, and said, "I did it before."
Daniel looked at these statues intently, and said, "Uncle Wang, who are the people carved on these statues?"
There was a trace of nostalgia in Wang Lin's eyes, and he slowly said, "It's my relative."
Once he was taken aback, he stopped asking, but quickly stood up, ran to the wooden basket, opened the lid, and saw three plates of delicate dishes and two pots of fruit wine inside.
Wang Lin glanced at him and looked at Daniel's father with a smile. In the past three years, he has been in frequent contact with each other. This is the first time he has seen this hearty man have the present scene. Obviously he has something to find himself. help.
"Brother Zeng, just talk about it," Wang Lin said.
Daniel's father hesitated, rubbed his hands, and said awkwardly, "It's okay, it's okay."
Daniel looked at the small vegetables in the wooden basket, swallowed his saliva, reached out and grabbed it inside. His father's eyes widened, and the scared Daniel quickly closed his hands, muttering dissatisfiedly: "Isn't it just borrowing some money, yes? What are you embarrassed to say."
Daniel's father blushed suddenly and cursed: "Little bastard, you are waiting to go home."
Daniel stretched out his tongue and said to Wang Lin: "Uncle Wang, my father is embarrassed to say, let me say, my mother is going to take down the next store and make the store bigger, but the money is not enough."
Daniel's father sighed, looked at Wang Lin, and said helplessly: "Brother Wang, your sister-in-law always said that our shop is small, so there are not many people who come to buy iron tools. This is not because I saw Lao Li next to him. Do you want to rent out your shop? Let's rent it all together."
Wang Lin smiled and nodded, picked up the jug in the wooden basket, took a sip, and said, "How much?"
Daniel's father hesitated and said, "His shop is quite big, and it takes two years to pay at a time, and it needs fifty taels of silver... Um... Thirty taels, thirty taels is enough."
Daniel pouted, and said in a low voice, "Mother clearly said it needs eighty taels..." He didn't wait to speak, but his father gave him a stern look.
Wang Lin nodded, did not speak, but got up and went to the back room. There was a big box there, which was filled with gold and silver objects. Wang Lin picked up a piece of gold at will, returned to the shop, and put it in the shop. In front of Daniel's father.
After seeing the gold, Daniel's father was shocked, and said quickly: "It won't take so much, Brother Wang, you can get it back soon. I only borrow thirty taels of silver." In his opinion, this gold is not enough. It is said that there are a dozen or two, and he needs too much.
Wang Lin picked up the wine jug and said with a smile: "Brother Zeng, this money is not borrowed from you, but my money for buying wine. From now on, one jug every day, your fruit wine is good, and the money for ten years of wine is also good. It's worth it."
Daniel's father hesitated for a moment, with a look of excitement on his face, and said, "Brother Wang, this..."
Daniel turned his eyes and said, "Father, take it. Uncle Wang sells a wooden sculpture, which is worth twelve taels of gold."
Daniel's father glared once again, and then took a deep breath. He picked up the hip flask, took a big sip, nodded and said, "Brother Wang, what ten or eight years, as long as you live here for one day, I will bring you a pot every day."
Wang Lin chuckled, looking at the father and son in front of him, his heart gradually no longer cold, and there was a hint of warmth.
This night, Daniel's father drank a lot. Two pots of wine were obviously not enough. Daniel waited on him until he got the tenth pot.
In the end, Daniel's father fell drunk, but he kept holding the gold tightly in his hand, and was supported by Daniel.
Before leaving, Daniel whispered to Wang Lin: "Uncle Wang, there are too many wines in my house. My father won't let me tell others. In fact, there are several big altars in my cellar, all of which are left by our ancestors. Yes, I heard a lot of them are buried underneath. If my father hadn't refused to sell, my mother wouldn't let him borrow money."