Chapter 111
Chapter 111
Chapter 111
Because her grandma is in poor health, Fan Yaohua often takes her daughter out to set up stalls together.
Because I was worried that my daughter would be bored, I also bought some brushes for her and asked her to draw on the small table next to her.
My daughter paints as she pleases, she can paint whatever she wants, but her favorite painting is an eagle, an eagle soaring in the sky.
Whenever the hawk crowed, she would raise her neck and stare at the sky for a long time. Sometimes, she fell to the ground because she leaned back too much, and then she giggled happily.
And in this painting, she saw the eagle in the sky at a glance. Although it is very abstract, the curved mouth and the two bird claws larger than the body are exactly the daughter's "painting style", just like her guardian God, so Fan Yaohua is the most familiar.
In addition, there is a high mountain in the painting, and there is a rainbow on the mountain. What she didn't know was that what Fan Wan painted was actually a rainbow slide.
And at the foot of the hillside, there were three children, and one of them, she also recognized at a glance as her millet grain.
Because Fan Wan has also painted herself countless times, as well as the braids on her head that look like rice grains. Fan Yaohua had mentioned her before, but she said plausibly so that others would recognize her when they saw 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 she didn't see anyone. After thinking about it, she put away the stall and went home.
"Yaohua, why did you close the stall so early?" A stall owner next to him asked a little strangely.
"I have something to do at home, I want to go back."
The stall owner wanted to say more, but Fan Yaohua had already left in a hurry on three rounds.
"Mom, mom..., open the door." Fan Yaohua slapped on the courtyard door and shouted.
"Here we come, here we come." Grandma Huang who was in the room heard the movement and hurriedly got up to open the door.
But because of her arthritis, even though she was in a hurry, she still seemed slow.
Fan Yaohua waited anxiously outside the door. Although she was very sure that the painting was drawn by her daughter, 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 her daughter's painting. After drawing such a picture, she faintly dared not think about it.
As soon as Grandma Huang opened a gap in the courtyard door, Fan Yaohua couldn't wait to squeeze in, and the tricycle stopped coming, and hurried to the house.
"What's the matter?" Grandma Huang asked in surprise.
But Fan Yaohua couldn't care less about answering her questions at this time, she went straight to the room, opened the cabinet, and took out a tightly wrapped plastic bag from the bottom.
Opening the bag, there are some dry paintbrushes and a stack of scribbled drawings inside. These are the things of my daughter's millet grains.
In fact, there were more before, but most of them were burned after the death of her daughter. She kept them as a thought and kept them in the cabinet all the time, and would take them out to have a look from time to time.
When she flipped through her daughter's painting, Fan Yaohua's face turned pale instantly, and she felt dizzy again.
This is my daughter's painting, it's my daughter's painting, that's right...
But...but why, why is the painting of Xiaomi Mi Li in the hands of that little girl, is it Xiao Mi Li's friend?
No, the little girl named Nuan Nuan is only two and a half years old this year, and Mi Li has been dead for more than three years...
Fan Yaohua didn't dare to think about it, but couldn't help thinking about it...
"What's wrong with you? What happened?"
At this time, Grandma Huang came in from the door.
Fan Yaohua ran over as if grabbing a life-saving straw, grabbed Grandma Huang's hand, and tremblingly said: "Mom..."
He opened his mouth, but didn't know where to start.
"Don't worry, speak slowly." Grandma Huang patted the back of Fan Yaohua's hand lightly.
She has experienced countless hardships in her life. First, her husband passed away early, and she worked hard to raise her daughter alone. Then, when her daughter married an unsatisfactory person, she was either beaten or scolded, suffered domestic violence, and finally divorced. The beloved little one passed away.
Her whole life was like being torn apart, crumbled, stuck together, torn, crumbled again...
After a lot of experience, no matter what happens, I can be calm and calm.
Probably because of Grandma Huang by her side, Fan Yaohua seemed to have found the backbone. After hearing the cause and effect, Grandma Huang showed a pensive look.
But she didn't look at the so-called painting, and she couldn't understand it, but asked instead: "The little girl really told you that she seems to know you?"
Fan Yaohua nodded hastily, she can't remember this wrongly, because the little girl asked her back, did she recognize herself.
"Then do you know her? Have you met her before?" Grandma Huang asked again.
Fan Yaohua shook her head, and said with certainty: "I've definitely never seen it before, and she has an accent. That little girl is from another place, and she looks very cute. If I've seen it, I won't forget it."
"Is that so..."
Even the indifferent Huang Granny showed a hint of excitement.
"You come with me." She pulled Fan Yaohua and was about to go out.
"Where are you going?" Fan Yaohua asked a little puzzled.
"Go to San Grandpa's house."
"Third grandfather?"
Fan Yaohua was a little taken aback when she heard the words, and instantly understood why Grandma Huang was going to San Grandpa's house.
Because the third grandpa is Mogong from Feilong Town, the so-called Mogong is similar to what we usually call priests.
The Buyi people have their own heritage. They not only worship their ancestors, but also respect nature. They worship the mountains, rivers, rocks and trees that they depend on for survival.
These sacrifices are presided over by the Lord Mo, and realized by singing the Mo Sutra, which is a unique cultural inheritance of the Buyi people. The Mo Sutra has a long history and is mostly five-character or seven-character, 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 entire life of the Buyi people, from birth to death, they are inseparable from the Mojing.
And Mogong has a great status in the entire Buyi tribe.
Grandpa San's home is not far from Fan Yaohua's home, within a few steps.
"Is third brother at home?" Grandma Huang shouted standing at the door.
Grandpa San's house is much bigger and more beautiful than Fan Yaohua's.
"Sister-in-law is here." The third grandpa heard the voice and came out of the house.
The third grandpa has a strong figure, wears a long black coat, and is full of energy.
The Buyi people all have the same surname in the same village. Although Feilong Town is a bit special, it is no exception. Almost everyone in Feilong Town has the surname Fan, and there are very few people with other surnames.
Therefore, every household is related to relatives.
The third grandpa called Huang Grandma "sister-in-law" not because he was older than him, but because according to seniority, the third grandpa wanted to call "sister-in-law".
"Yaohua is also there."
"Third Grandpa." Fan Yaohua called out.
According to seniority, Fan Yaohua actually wants to be called Sanshu, but because as the town's Mo Gong, everyone calls him San Grandpa. After a long time, it has become a respectful title, and Huang Grandma is his sister-in-law, so it is not appropriate to be called San Grandpa. It's appropriate, that's why I call him third brother.
The title looks a bit messy, but it is actually very particular.
"I have something to ask you." Grandma Huang said.
"Come in quickly." The third grandpa greeted the two of them to enter the house.
When the three sat down, Grandma Huang didn't talk nonsense, and said directly to Fan Yaohua: "Yaohua, please tell your third grandpa about the matter."
So Fan Yaohua told the third grandfather about today's strange experience.
(End of this chapter)
Because her grandma is in poor health, Fan Yaohua often takes her daughter out to set up stalls together.
Because I was worried that my daughter would be bored, I also bought some brushes for her and asked her to draw on the small table next to her.
My daughter paints as she pleases, she can paint whatever she wants, but her favorite painting is an eagle, an eagle soaring in the sky.
Whenever the hawk crowed, she would raise her neck and stare at the sky for a long time. Sometimes, she fell to the ground because she leaned back too much, and then she giggled happily.
And in this painting, she saw the eagle in the sky at a glance. Although it is very abstract, the curved mouth and the two bird claws larger than the body are exactly the daughter's "painting style", just like her guardian God, so Fan Yaohua is the most familiar.
In addition, there is a high mountain in the painting, and there is a rainbow on the mountain. What she didn't know was that what Fan Wan painted was actually a rainbow slide.
And at the foot of the hillside, there were three children, and one of them, she also recognized at a glance as her millet grain.
Because Fan Wan has also painted herself countless times, as well as the braids on her head that look like rice grains. Fan Yaohua had mentioned her before, but she said plausibly so that others would recognize her when they saw 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 she didn't see anyone. After thinking about it, she put away the stall and went home.
"Yaohua, why did you close the stall so early?" A stall owner next to him asked a little strangely.
"I have something to do at home, I want to go back."
The stall owner wanted to say more, but Fan Yaohua had already left in a hurry on three rounds.
"Mom, mom..., open the door." Fan Yaohua slapped on the courtyard door and shouted.
"Here we come, here we come." Grandma Huang who was in the room heard the movement and hurriedly got up to open the door.
But because of her arthritis, even though she was in a hurry, she still seemed slow.
Fan Yaohua waited anxiously outside the door. Although she was very sure that the painting was drawn by her daughter, 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 her daughter's painting. After drawing such a picture, she faintly dared not think about it.
As soon as Grandma Huang opened a gap in the courtyard door, Fan Yaohua couldn't wait to squeeze in, and the tricycle stopped coming, and hurried to the house.
"What's the matter?" Grandma Huang asked in surprise.
But Fan Yaohua couldn't care less about answering her questions at this time, she went straight to the room, opened the cabinet, and took out a tightly wrapped plastic bag from the bottom.
Opening the bag, there are some dry paintbrushes and a stack of scribbled drawings inside. These are the things of my daughter's millet grains.
In fact, there were more before, but most of them were burned after the death of her daughter. She kept them as a thought and kept them in the cabinet all the time, and would take them out to have a look from time to time.
When she flipped through her daughter's painting, Fan Yaohua's face turned pale instantly, and she felt dizzy again.
This is my daughter's painting, it's my daughter's painting, that's right...
But...but why, why is the painting of Xiaomi Mi Li in the hands of that little girl, is it Xiao Mi Li's friend?
No, the little girl named Nuan Nuan is only two and a half years old this year, and Mi Li has been dead for more than three years...
Fan Yaohua didn't dare to think about it, but couldn't help thinking about it...
"What's wrong with you? What happened?"
At this time, Grandma Huang came in from the door.
Fan Yaohua ran over as if grabbing a life-saving straw, grabbed Grandma Huang's hand, and tremblingly said: "Mom..."
He opened his mouth, but didn't know where to start.
"Don't worry, speak slowly." Grandma Huang patted the back of Fan Yaohua's hand lightly.
She has experienced countless hardships in her life. First, her husband passed away early, and she worked hard to raise her daughter alone. Then, when her daughter married an unsatisfactory person, she was either beaten or scolded, suffered domestic violence, and finally divorced. The beloved little one passed away.
Her whole life was like being torn apart, crumbled, stuck together, torn, crumbled again...
After a lot of experience, no matter what happens, I can be calm and calm.
Probably because of Grandma Huang by her side, Fan Yaohua seemed to have found the backbone. After hearing the cause and effect, Grandma Huang showed a pensive look.
But she didn't look at the so-called painting, and she couldn't understand it, but asked instead: "The little girl really told you that she seems to know you?"
Fan Yaohua nodded hastily, she can't remember this wrongly, because the little girl asked her back, did she recognize herself.
"Then do you know her? Have you met her before?" Grandma Huang asked again.
Fan Yaohua shook her head, and said with certainty: "I've definitely never seen it before, and she has an accent. That little girl is from another place, and she looks very cute. If I've seen it, I won't forget it."
"Is that so..."
Even the indifferent Huang Granny showed a hint of excitement.
"You come with me." She pulled Fan Yaohua and was about to go out.
"Where are you going?" Fan Yaohua asked a little puzzled.
"Go to San Grandpa's house."
"Third grandfather?"
Fan Yaohua was a little taken aback when she heard the words, and instantly understood why Grandma Huang was going to San Grandpa's house.
Because the third grandpa is Mogong from Feilong Town, the so-called Mogong is similar to what we usually call priests.
The Buyi people have their own heritage. They not only worship their ancestors, but also respect nature. They worship the mountains, rivers, rocks and trees that they depend on for survival.
These sacrifices are presided over by the Lord Mo, and realized by singing the Mo Sutra, which is a unique cultural inheritance of the Buyi people. The Mo Sutra has a long history and is mostly five-character or seven-character, 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 entire life of the Buyi people, from birth to death, they are inseparable from the Mojing.
And Mogong has a great status in the entire Buyi tribe.
Grandpa San's home is not far from Fan Yaohua's home, within a few steps.
"Is third brother at home?" Grandma Huang shouted standing at the door.
Grandpa San's house is much bigger and more beautiful than Fan Yaohua's.
"Sister-in-law is here." The third grandpa heard the voice and came out of the house.
The third grandpa has a strong figure, wears a long black coat, and is full of energy.
The Buyi people all have the same surname in the same village. Although Feilong Town is a bit special, it is no exception. Almost everyone in Feilong Town has the surname Fan, and there are very few people with other surnames.
Therefore, every household is related to relatives.
The third grandpa called Huang Grandma "sister-in-law" not because he was older than him, but because according to seniority, the third grandpa wanted to call "sister-in-law".
"Yaohua is also there."
"Third Grandpa." Fan Yaohua called out.
According to seniority, Fan Yaohua actually wants to be called Sanshu, but because as the town's Mo Gong, everyone calls him San Grandpa. After a long time, it has become a respectful title, and Huang Grandma is his sister-in-law, so it is not appropriate to be called San Grandpa. It's appropriate, that's why I call him third brother.
The title looks a bit messy, but it is actually very particular.
"I have something to ask you." Grandma Huang said.
"Come in quickly." The third grandpa greeted the two of them to enter the house.
When the three sat down, Grandma Huang didn't talk nonsense, and said directly to Fan Yaohua: "Yaohua, please tell your third grandpa about the matter."
So Fan Yaohua told the third grandfather about today's strange experience.
(End of this chapter)