Time flies, the years pass, spring passes and winter comes, and another five years have passed.
The winter of this year came very early. Before the winter, a heavy snowfall scattered on the ground, freezing some of the dead leaves still on the branches. When the snow wind blows, the dead leaves and snowflakes fall to the earth. .
Just like the life of a person, despite all the perseverance and unwillingness to return, when the snow and wind blow, they have to go with the wind.
In the past five years, three old people died in the village and three new lives were born.
It is like reincarnation, unconsciously, turning around.
Sun Tai, getting older and older, his house is next to Wang Lin's house. This house is not big, but it is shrouded in twilight. Like a mortal who knows the fate, he doesn't like to be in the room all day, but Sitting in the yard, looking at the sky, accompany oneself with the glory in the memory.
Wang Ping, ten years old, but compared to children of the same age in the village, Wang Ping looks like seven or eight years old, very thin, but his small face is no longer as pale as five years ago, but slightly color.
Ten-year-old Wang Ping is very handsome. The residents in the village love this well-behaved and beautiful child. Among his playmates, many little girls are full of the carpenter’s boy in this village. Good impression.
The heavy snow in the early morning made a bit of coldness. Sun Tai sat peacefully in the courtyard, wearing a thick leather jacket, looking at the sky with reminiscences in his eyes.
Next to him, Wang Ping also wore thick cotton-padded clothes, staring at the sky in a daze.
"Ping'er. Why didn't you go to accompany your father, but instead came to the old man?"
Sun Tai showed kindness in his eyes and looked down at Wang Ping. For this child, he liked it in his heart. Had it not been for Wang Lin who had said that he would not allow this child to practice the Taoism, he really wanted to pass on what he had learned throughout his life.
"Don't go back, Aunt Zhang is here again."
Wang Ping pursed his mouth and said in dissatisfaction.
Sun Tai smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "You kid, don't worry, your father won't agree."
"Not necessarily, grandpa grandpa, take a look. In the past three years, Aunt Zhang has come here several times. I counted them. There are twelve times! Twelve times, most of the sisters in this village or the aunts. Did you fall in love with my dad?"
Wang Ping frowned, breaking his fingers and said.
Sun Tai laughed dumbly and looked outside the courtyard. He smiled and said: "Don't worry about your father's affairs. Look at the second girl from Zhou's family outside, it seems to be looking for you."
Wang Ping was startled and looked up outside the yard. On the snowy ground, a little girl of seven or eight years old, blushing, gradually approached.
"Brother Wang, are you there?"
Outside the yard, the girl's crisp voice came.
Wang Ping frowned and said loudly: "I'm not here, you go!"
With that, he simply walked out of the yard, and ran to his house without even looking at the girl with water vapor in her eyes.
When Sun Tai saw this, he couldn't help but laughed, and the kindness in his eyes became stronger.
At this moment, Wang Lin, unlike Sun Tai, frowned and looked at a young woman who was constantly telling him with a wry smile.
In the past five years, Wang Lin has been slightly old, just like Huafan back then. In order not to shock the world, his appearance has gradually ceased to be young, but has entered the middle.
Xu is the color of vicissitudes in his eyes, which makes him, although he is middle-aged. But there is a strange temperament that permeates.
"Brother Wang, you think Ping'er is ten years old. This child has a hard life and does not have a mother by his side. You have to think about it, not for yourself, but also for the child. The daughter of the Zhao family at the entrance of the village is the eldest daughter of Huanghua, she is willing. I’m with you, and I promise to treat the children as you are, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
The young woman looked pretty, looked at Wang Lin, and said politely.
The bitter smile on Wang Lin's face became stronger, and he said helplessly: "This matter... forget it."
"Oh, brother Wang, why are you doing this? I know that you are infatuated with Ping'er and her mother, so I never marry again, but I have to live this day. You said you have been here for ten years, you just came here I was carrying a baby when I was in. At that time, my old lady... Hmm... I haven't married yet, but now you see, my baby is eight years old."
The young woman didn't give up and continued.
At this moment, Wang Ping pushed the door fiercely and walked in, glared at the young woman, and sat silently.
Seeing that the young woman had to say something, Wang Ping said loudly, "Father, I'm hungry!"
Wang Lin heaved a sigh of relief and said, "This matter, let it go."
The young woman sighed, shook her head and said, "Forget it, if you don't want to, you can't force it to be wrong, but Brother Wang, if you like it, remember to tell me."
With that, she looked back at Wang Ping, and reached out to touch Wang Ping's head.
Wang Ping snorted softly and hid back.
The young woman smiled and said: "This kid has a good temper. Learn from your father. Your father's temper was in our village. At that time, he was one of the best gentlemen. Otherwise, how could there be so many big girls coming to the house."
She said, turned and left.
After the young woman left, Wang Pingweng said: "Father, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wang Lin smiled slightly and said, "You don't want to think about it, your aunt Zhang is also kind. Come over and take medicine."
Wang Ping opened his eyes and looked at his father, pouting: "But she wants to find a stepmother for Ping'er. The second tiger in the village, his father finds a stepmother for the second tiger, and the result is that the second tiger every day. I can’t get enough to eat, and I’m always being trained."
Wang Lin laughed dumbly, touched Wang Ping's head, and said with a smile: "Okay, I promise you not to find a stepmother for you, all right, take medicine."
Wang Ping happily picked up the bowl and drank the medicinal soup in one mouthful. This time, he didn't feel bitter, but felt a little sweet. This sweetness came from his heart and his attachment to his father.
"Father, if Ping'er is with you, you won't be alone. When Ping'er grows up, he will serve you until you grow old."
Wang Ping put down the bowl and looked at Wang Lin seriously.
Wang Lin smiled, patted Wang Ping on the head, walked out of the room, and cleared the snow with a broom in the yard. After the snow in the yard was cleared, he took the tools and started carpentry work.
Wang Ping saw his father on the window and was silent for a moment. His memory is very good, far surpassing children of the same age. He has always clearly remembered that when he was four years old, he accidentally asked about his father, his own Where is the mother.
At that time, his father's expression was very strange. He didn't understand the meaning of that expression, but now that he grows up, he understands that expression is called low...
He is a sensible child, and since then, he has never asked anything about his mother.
After the winter, the heavy snow continued, one after another, and the cold winter came, and the people in the village did not even move around. The cold winter and the twelfth lunar month passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye, the spring breeze hit, gradually sweeping away the cold of this winter.
The private school in the village is also opened in the spring, and the children in the village are studying and literate here.
Days, just such a bland day passed by, like clear water, without any waves, calm, but with warmth, washing Wang Lin's tired soul.
As Wang Ping grew up day by day, Wang Lin no longer insisted on pursuing enlightenment with respect to the way of heaven. Instead, he watched Wang Ping silently with a father's mentality.
In the past ten years, in addition to dispelling grievances for Wang Ping every night, he has not used any magical powers, as if he had forgotten everything.
However, in this oblivion, a sense of life in the reincarnation of life and death is silent, and it forms in Wang Lin's heart, and it gradually becomes deeper as Wang Ping grows.
The reincarnation of life and death, Wang Lin has a deep understanding of the changes in death, but he doesn’t feel much about the breath of life. With the passage of time, his Taoist heart, while soothing fatigue, is also at the same time. Slowly towards completion.
The perfection of life and death is the cycle of cause and effect. Wang Lin’s Taoism slowly sublimated in this dullness. If a monk with great magical powers sees this transition, he will be shocked, because this change is not Simple, but a dramatic change in artistic conception.
Artistic conception is a unique magical power that monks feel after the fragmentation of the immortal world. It can even be said that the Tao that a monk cultivates is transformed by the artistic conception, and its roots are all deeply related to this artistic conception.
Therefore, the artistic conception is almost fixed for every monk, and it is rare for the sublimation of the artistic conception to happen. The reason why Liu Mei was favored by the ancestors of the fantasy family is precisely because of the signs of sublimation of the artistic conception, which made the Huan family old Zu did not hesitate to give up looking for the Tianni beads in the Cultivation Alliance, but immediately returned to the Huan Family with Liu Mei. The fundamental reason, in addition to being swallowed, was that he was afraid that such a character would be snatched away!
Wang Lin, at this moment, is walking on this path, but because of his insufficient understanding of life in the reincarnation of life and death, even if there are signs of sublimation to the path of cause and effect, there has been no complete change.
In this way, the excess at this moment is an extremely crucial part of Wang Lin's life practice, and it even determines the process of his future achievements.
Wang Lin seemed to understand these things, but if he had a choice, he would never trade at this price for such an opportunity that was longing for any monk.
Spring has passed and autumn has come, and another six years have passed. This autumn, Sun Tai's deadline seems to be a little earlier, and it arrives very early.
When he lay in his house, the only ones who sent him away were Wang Lin and his son. At this moment, he is like the early snow six years ago. What blows away is unwilling to fall leaves. Walking is a trace of the soul of a foreign country.
Wang Ping is sixteen years old. His appearance is more and more similar to Liu Mei. This kind of appearance, born on a boy, is peerlessly handsome.
It's just that his eyes, like Wang Lin, are pure and clear in black and white. After sixteen years of growth, he is clever and understands a lot, just like Grandpa Sun in front of him. Obviously, he knew his father a long time ago. And obviously, he was extremely respectful to his father. Although this respect was never spoken and revealed on the surface, the aura in his bones was clearly noticed by Wang Ping.
"Sun Tai, what I promised you back then, I will do it."
Wang Lin looked even older, he calmly looked at Sun Tai on the bed, and said slowly.