behind me is the earth.

Chapter 57 056. Spiritual Consciousness (seeking follow-up)

"Today's New Year's Eve, I don't have anything to do. You can cook first. I'm here to practice martial arts."

New Year's Eve is a time for every family to reunite and watch the new year. At this time, they stay with their families and do not have the habit of visiting.

"it is good."

Xiao Wan responded, and went to the fire room to light the fire to cook, and occasionally stretched out her head to look at the young master who was practicing martial arts in the snow.

The white snow was flying, and Ren Pingsheng felt that he was a free elf, as if he had merged with the sky and the earth.

Consciousness exists within himself, and transcends himself. Every snowflake flying around him seems to be attracted by him, dancing and changing with him, following the rotation of his body, the rotation of his consciousness, Followed by a whirlpool.

At this moment, his consciousness seemed to have touched these snowflakes, felt the crystal clear, clear, and icy coolness of the snowflakes, and could clearly see the tiny traces of cracks in the crystal body.

At this moment, in Xiaowan's eyes, the young master is full of a sense of rhythmic beauty, as if blending with the surrounding snow scene, no longer distinguishing each other.

"call!"

This feeling was clear but short-lived. Ren Pingsheng felt that he was just in a trance. After the trance, the wonderful feeling disappeared, and the snowflakes around his body fell to the ground, blending into the plain whiteness of the ground.

Ren Pingsheng stopped his hands and feet, and carefully recalled the feeling just now.

It's not like the feeling when practicing boxing. In the Lan's Martial Arts Hall, the senior brother has never explained that there will be such a feeling when practicing martial arts.

But that kind of feeling is not like his imagination, as if he has really become an elf in the snow and entered a wonderful realm.

"Huhuhu~"

The fist was renewed, the wind howled in the courtyard, the wind whipped up the snow, and the snow danced in the air.

But this is the strong wind brought up by fists and feet, without the rhythm just now.

Until Ren Pingsheng felt exhausted and didn't find the feeling at the beginning, as if it was really just a trance of his own.

"Forget it, sometimes fate must have it, and there is no time to force it. Who knows that feeling, what exactly is it?"

When a person cannot get an answer because he is obsessed with one thing, when he regrets a mistake in coping, or when he is overwhelmed with things to do in the future, it is very painful, as if the spirit is trapped in a closed maze. If you don't come out, you will be exhausted due to internal friction.

Ren Pingping has experienced all these things in his life. When encountering such a thing, he can only explain it to himself, using Zeng Guofan's words-to adapt to things, not to welcome the future, not to be complicated at the time, and not to love the past.

He couldn't tell what state he was in just now, so he simply wrote down that feeling, and asked the elder brother again when he was in the Lan's Martial Arts Hall.

After breakfast, Xiao Wan started to work, kneading noodles, cutting meat, stuffing, her little figure was diligent and busy.

Ren Pingsheng was also helping.

Both of them enjoyed this plain and warm New Year's Eve a little bit.

At noon, Xiaowan made fried pork with green peppers and tea-flavored short ribs, served a portion for Sledgehammer, and took a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine that Ren Pingsheng brought to Ma'er when he came back in the morning.

"Sledgehammer, the young master told you to come over at night and eat dumplings together."

After Xiaowan put down the food and medicine, she said to Sledgehammer.

"I see, little sister Wan."

Sledgehammer replied.

After lunch, Ren Pingsheng went out for a walk, the family was more lenient with the children during the Chinese New Year, many children were running and playing outside.

"Hi Mr. Ren!"

"Happy New Year sir!"

Many children greeted Ren Pingsheng when they saw him.

They may not know what Ren Pingsheng's name is, but they all know how respectful their parents are when they talk about and see Mr. Ren, and they are naturally in awe of Mr. Ren.

Ren Pingsheng casually took out some candy from his pocket, or some caramel, or some hard candy, one piece for each child.

The sweet candy made the image of Mr. Ren more cordial and profound in the hearts of the children.

When Ren Pingsheng returned home, the snow was already small.

Xiaowan made dumplings, Ren Pingsheng took a book and sat on the bench by the stove.

The stove was burning fiercely, and the hearth was burning red and shining, and the sound of the raging flames burning inside could be heard.

Ren Pingsheng took the ashes leaking from the furnace outside the door and threw them on the snow. When he came back, he took out a small shovel, shoveled a few pieces of coal, hooked the furnace cover with an iron hook, and added them in.

The fire is burning more vigorously!
Occasionally, there are a few "cracking" sounds, or the sound of coal burning and bursting.

Reading the book, time passed slowly.

In the afternoon, Sledgehammer also came over early, and brought some sun-dried dates.

Ren Pingsheng roasted the big red dates on the stove cover, it was very hot, and when he chewed it in his mouth, it was extraordinarily sweet.

"Sledgehammer, let's get dumplings."

Xiaowan looked at the sky and called out a sledgehammer.

"it is good."

Sledgehammer went to the fire room with Xiaowan, sat on the small bench, and started the stove.

"Ah~"

The sky has turned dark, the words on the book are already a little unclear, and I am a little hungry.

Ren Pingsheng put down his book, stretched his waist, and suddenly his bones were crackling. When he arrived in the fire room, he lifted the lid of the pot and saw that the dumplings were bobbing up and down in the pot.

In the evening, on the round table in the north room, there were more than a dozen plates of dumplings, and Xiao Wan also cooked a few side dishes!

The three of them ate while talking, chatting about this year's experience, and imagining the future of the coming year.

After dinner, the three of them ate melon seeds again and chatted around the stove for a while before leaving.

Xiaowan returned to her west room, but she didn't want to sleep at all.The kerosene lamp, the flame of the wick was beating, and the light and shadow of the room illuminated by the dim light were shaking.

She picked out the wick, and carefully added some oil to the lamp, and the flame stabilized again.

Someone started to set off firecrackers outside, sporadic sound of firecrackers, and the laughter of children came from outside from time to time.

In the dimly lit room, Xiao Wan couldn't sit still.

She put on her cloak and opened the door, the snow outside had already stopped.

"Master!"

She went to the door of the north room and gently knocked on the door, calling a few times.

No answer.

She moved her steps again, returned to the west room, and sat down blankly, holding her chin in her hands, looking at the big flames in front of her, feeling a little lonely.

"boom!"

A long ray of light pierced the sky, and finally exploded above the sky. Immediately, colorful and colorful colors scattered in the sky, and exploded again, turning into colorful fireworks that filled the sky, flickering in the sky .

"it's beautiful!"

Ren Pingsheng, who had returned to Zishi City, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a mobile phone in his hand: "Mom, did you see the fireworks just now, those fireworks are so beautiful!"

"I saw Baby, you see that your parents are not at home, and you are not looking for a girlfriend. You are such a big person, and you don't even have someone to accompany you when you are older."

"It's Chinese New Year, what are you talking about?"

The father over there said to the mother.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell you, I'm watching TV."

Ren Pingsheng hung up the video.

While editing the group New Year's greeting messages, he took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and put it on the coffee table, and pressed the electric button to adjust the sofa to a half-lying state.

At this time, the skit being performed on TV was coming to an end. In the happy music, Ren Pingsheng only heard one sentence: "Two newcomers 321, love is amazing!"

Ren Pingsheng was not very interested in the next magic show, so he continued to edit personalized New Year greeting messages for some close and important friends.

"Happy New Year!"

On the phone, Qing Yang's profile picture flickered.

(End of this chapter)