I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 87 There are rivers and mountains in the heart, and the world is beautiful

Jiang Anning looked innocent: "I don't know who it was yesterday, but it pulled me along the way and insisted that I tell more folk tales and strange novels..."

Song Yao looked embarrassed and coughed unnaturally.

"Then, you don't have to, you don't need to be so detailed!"

She was just a little curious at that time.

However, Jiang Anning was very good at titillating people. Her little strange stories were full of ups and downs, which made her both scared and eager to hear them.

In the end, I don’t know why, but the more I listened, the more I wanted to listen.

"You don't know, when I went back home and lay on the bed yesterday, as long as I closed my eyes, my mind couldn't stop thinking about the things you told me."

What kind of yellow-skinned man is asking for a title, meets a weak woman sobbing, but turns out to be a big man pretending to pick his feet...

How about a scholar who passes by a dilapidated temple late at night, meets a beautiful girl, falls in love with her, and wakes up after dawn to find that he is holding a jar of ashes in his arms.

What else is there about the big worm and the drug boy who fell in love at first sight, and the wife had to hold an umbrella at home all day long, and the reason turned out to be that she couldn't see the light...

Even thinking about it now, Song Yao found it interesting.

She coughed uncomfortably: "Anyway, from now on, don't talk about this kind of thing in the middle of the night."

Jiang Anning covered her mouth and laughed a few times, and then, as if imitating the opera, she said in a long voice: "It's your order!"

"Not serious!"

Song Yao glared at her, feigning anger.

Jiang Anning raised the packed guozi and tofu noodle in her hand: "Then this should be serious, right?"

"what?"

Song Yao said in surprise: "You can actually pack the tofu curd and guozi back to their home?"

Jiang Anning blinked blankly: "Huh?"

"Can't you pack it?"

Song Yao shook his head: "It's not impossible."

She lamented: "It's just that his family's business is really good, and he usually doesn't want to free up his hands to do the work of packing takeaways."

"You don't know how many families will send their maids and servants to come over early every morning to try and pack some portions back."

"Even the county magistrate is not immune to customs. He often sends people from the county government to buy them."

"I go there sometimes and we often meet."

Song Yao clicked his tongue: "But this boss is also a strange one. No matter who the noble person is, he can only wait helplessly."

"It must be that there are not many people eating at the stalls, so there will be a choice to take some takeaway business."

Jiang Anning said "Huh?", quite surprised.

Song Yao sighed for a few words and stopped talking.

After everyone finished their breakfast, they washed their hands again, and placed tea sets on the stone table in the courtyard to make tea.

"By the way, the arena match is scheduled for three days later."

She dug out the invitation card that Sheng Yuewen sent yesterday and showed it to Jiang Anning: "I don't know if Madam Lian's identity has been exposed. Will this group competition continue to be held?"

Song Yao's eyebrows wrinkled slightly and relaxed again.

"It doesn't matter whether it's done or not, that's all Sheng Yuewen has to worry about."

She laughed out loud: "If you want to be distressed and sorrowful, Sheng Yuewen is also the one who will relieve the distress and sorrow."

Jiang Anning smiled slightly, her eyes falling on the tea cup, staring at the curled tea leaves, which were slowly brewed by the hot water. The leaves stretched and sank to the bottom of the cup.

She said: "That's exactly what he said. It doesn't matter whether he can do it or not. We just need the soldiers to block it and the water to cover it up."

Song Yao looked at the person and hesitated for a moment: "Seriously, if we really go on stage to compete, are you absolutely sure?"

"No."

Jiang Anning answered simply and honestly.

"That……"

Song Yao couldn't help but become anxious, and his heart was hanging up after being fooled.

Jiang Anning smiled: "There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. Lady Lian who pretends to be someone is not something to be afraid of. But there is no guarantee that in Jiang'an County, there will be someone who is usually aloof and unassuming, and suddenly appears. Show us your hand."

She showed a bit of embarrassment appropriately: "I'm afraid that my sister will laugh at me. Since I completed the Buddha worship painting, it can be said that not only have I not made any progress in my skills, but I have also regressed a lot."

"what?"

Song Yao's eyes widened in surprise: "But I'm looking at you..."

The embroidery work I handed in not long ago was obviously much more refined than before.

"Sister must think that the embroidery work I have done recently is even worse than the previous drawings of worshiping Buddha."

Jiang Anning took the lead and said the words that Song Yao had just said, which made people nod their heads.

"Isn't it?"

Song Yao was surprised in a soft voice: "I see, one day is getting better than the other, and I don't see any regression at all."

She said angrily: "I think you are being too self-effacing!"

"It's not that I'm being modest."

Jiang Anning showed just the right amount of embarrassment: "It's really..."

She let out a long sigh.

Song Yao was disturbed by her appearance.

"Sister Song knows that she usually embroiders handkerchiefs, sachets, etc., which are just small items."

"Although it depends on skill, it can't be compared with something as big as a screen ornament."

"You don't see that my skills have deteriorated, but it's actually because I don't know how many times I have practiced those small things. I am more or less hiding in my comfort zone. I naturally have a way to prevent people from seeing my skills. rusty."

Jiang Anning lamented: "Besides, it's really not unfamiliar. After all, I have to do some embroidery from time to time."

"But something as big as a Buddha image is different."

"To tell you the truth, sister, I have never embroidered another piece since I finished it."

Jiang Anning said this very calmly. After all, she couldn't be considered lying.

From past life to present...

Indeed, she has not touched these things for more than twenty years.

If she hadn't practiced diligently in the past, leaving some instinctive reactions engraved in her bones, and receiving the blessing from [Barrage] rewards, she would have been hesitant to figure out how to thread the needle.

When Song Yao heard this, he became visibly anxious.

"Hey, this is true..."

However, she quickly calmed down, worried that people would be under too much psychological pressure, and comforted and persuaded: "Don't think so much, not to mention that I have never heard of many people who can embroider large-scale works like Buddha pictures." Well, even in this arena, winning or losing is not determined by the size of the embroidery.”

"Otherwise, in recent years, when people talk about the Buddhist worship painting that amazed many people in the world, they should not just mention how detailed, exquisite and lifelike it is."

"But big! Big! Big!"

The more Song Yao talked about it, the more it made sense.

That's right. One of the things that amazed people about the Buddha Worshiping Picture is that it is more than four meters long and nearly one and a half meters wide.

Jiang Anning nodded lightly.

But I couldn't help but have other thoughts in my mind.

The image of worshiping the Buddha is in front of the Buddha, and the scenery has been unparalleled for many years.

But she doesn't want to, and she doesn't want to rest on her old laurels for the rest of her life.

But...what else can overwhelm the image of worshiping the Buddha?
"What are you thinking about? Your eyes are straight."

Song Yao waved his five fingers in front of people's eyes, interrupting Jiang Anning's wandering.

"What kind of new embroidery do you want, which can be better than the Buddha worship painting?"

Jiang Anning blurted out subconsciously.

Song Yao let out a sigh, and then couldn't help but bang the table and laugh so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

"You just said that you have neglected to practice, settled in your comfort zone, and your skills have deteriorated. You are worried that you will not be able to win the group competition reliably, and beat the fake embroiderers from Yuewen Embroidery Workshop."

She held it back again and again, and finally managed to hold back some of her smile, but it was really uncomfortable.

"I said you were being self-effacing, yet you still insist on quibbling with me."

"As a result, after a while, you were thinking about how to shock the world again and embroidered a work that was more powerful than the picture of worshiping the Buddha."

Song Yao poked Jiang Anning on the forehead: "You, you, you, I don't know whether I should say you are brave, or whether I should say your heart is as high as the sky."

"The image of worshiping the Buddha is not your own work, right? It is such an ingenious embroidery that is rare in the world. If you can embroider just one of it, it will be enough to make you famous."

"That's good for you!"

"I actually want to embroider another one that's even more powerful."

"Where to embroider? What to embroider?"

"In the picture of worshiping the Buddha, not only are the Buddha statues, but the details of the temple architectural embroidery are realistic, there are also many believers who have gone to worship, with different expressions, some are happy, some are depressed...all living beings are full of emotions and desires. Among them, most vividly.”

"There are also interspersed among them, such as candy vendors wandering among the crowd, aunts urging people to buy incense, children laughing and playing, matchmakers looking for people, and even scholars and young ladies who are insulting the gentlemen and having affairs. On the side of the hall, he looked panicked and uneasy, but he couldn't resist the temptation, and the fire was burning. "

When Song Yao talked about the many details of the Buddha Ceremony Picture, he was so familiar with them.

"With such a stunning work in front of you, what else can you embroider that can compare with it, or even surpass it?" Jiang Anning really thought about it seriously.

Her brows furrowed slightly, distressed.

"I do not know either."

Jiang Anning shook her head honestly, having no idea about this matter.

“That’s right if you don’t know!”

Song Yao glared at her: "Because this is simply impossible."

She said with some worry and sincerity: "An Ning, you must not encourage such lofty ideals."

"I know you are motivated, and maybe you are thinking about breaking through yourself and pursuing higher and further goals."

"But dreams, if they cannot take root on the ground, but are still allowed to grow wildly, will be like a castle in the air with no support. Sooner or later, it will collapse and injure itself."

Jiang Anning did not agree with this statement, but she knew that the person meant well and she was really confused, so she did not refute it.

"I understand, Sister Song." She had a well-behaved look on her face.

Song Yao said earnestly: "I am not saying this to stop you from pursuing higher and further goals. On the contrary, I support you!"

"If you have great ambitions and are willing to spend time chasing them, I will only be happy for you and hope that you can succeed one day."

"I don't want to make any false claims. I think your success is also motivated by selfishness."

Song Yao: "If you can really produce another new work, and it's better than the picture of worshiping the Buddha, then I will only feel honored."

"The status of Chaohuang Embroidery Fang will definitely rise with the tide."

"When the time comes, I'm afraid I will have to expand my business and recruit ten or eight more embroiderers. Why worry about not having business?"

"Just Jiang'an County, what does it mean?"

"You don't know how much I envied the prosperous city when I went to the capital. It's really different from our quiet place!"

Song Yao: "I was thinking at the time, if I could open an embroidery workshop in such a busy city, I would be happy enough just to watch the bustle on the street every day."

"When I really stay in the capital for a few days, I will know that there will be no chance in this life..."

Song Yao's eyes were full of yearning and envy.

She curved her mouth and gave a wry smile: "But I also know that some things can only be thought about in the final analysis."

"With status like ours, it doesn't mean that if you are capable and work hard towards your future, things will be accomplished."

"There are so many dignitaries in the capital..."

"How can you know if you haven't tried it?" Jiang Anning suddenly said.

Song Yao was speechless, as if he was choked, his eyes widened, and he became quiet for a moment.

"Sister Song, have you ever seen silk dyeing?"

Jiang Anning's abrupt question really made Song Yao stunned.

She shook her head, unable to react.

"The silk dyer puts plain silk into water. If it is dyed green, it becomes green, and if it is dyed yellow, it becomes yellow. When the silk put into dyeing changes color, the dyed silk will also change color."

"Everything in the world is like dyed threads, always turning yellow and turning, erratic and erratic, never stopping for a moment."

"An ancestor once said that if you focus on one place, you can accomplish anything."

Jiang Anning held Song Yao's hand: "You and I haven't tried it yet, how do we know it won't work?"

Her voice was firm and her eyes were bright.

"An Ning, you..."

You don’t really want to come, do you?
Song Yao finally found his voice and looked at the little girl standing in front of him in disbelief.

She is still as young as a flower, but she gets a bit of strength from nowhere.

It actually made people's blood boil.

Song Yao was silent for a long time.

Jiang Anning suddenly asked: "Sister Song, what is the capital... like?"

There was confusion in her eyes, but there was a trace of longing hidden in her eyes.

Song Yao felt a strong sense of loss coming from her, and even he seemed to be a little bit infected, and his nose suddenly felt sour.

"Beijing..."

She thought of many words to describe what she saw and heard during those days in the capital.

But when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally found his voice: "It's very big and beautiful, there are many people, it's prosperous and lively..."

She was at a loss for words, and felt that Jiang Anning's lost look made her particularly uncomfortable, so she hurriedly pretended to be relaxed.

"Actually, it's not much different from what we have here."

"It's all the same, blue sky, white clouds, the house is slightly higher than ours, and carriages decorated with rich decorations often pass by on the road..."

"They also grow rice and sweet potatoes outside the city. They are pretty much the same."

How could it be the same?

In the notes left behind by my parents, it was written that the capital was close to the northern border, and the wind, snow and setting sun outside the Great Wall also bathed the capital.

It is said that in the cold weather, the thick snow accumulated on the eaves can knock people's heads off when they fall.

However, Jiang Anning finally heard the comfort in the voice, suppressed her emotions slightly, and smiled: "If I have the chance, I really want to see it."

I want to see how prosperous the capital is, and I also want to see... what the places my parents visited before they passed away looked like.

Will there be any traces left about my parents?

She suppressed the emotions welling up in her heart and put on a smile: "Not only in the capital, but also beyond the Great Wall, in the south of the Yangtze River, and even overseas... I want to go and have a look. I used to hear my mother-in-law and father say that , the setting sun, white mountains and black water outside the Great Wall are so touching and fascinating. "

"There are still spring days in the south of the Yangtze River, with green bricks and black tiles, and awning boats gently rocking through the old streets and alleys."

"The cats on the shore are always lazy and greedy, basking in the hard-won warm sunshine, which is very comfortable."

Jiang Anning said, with a look of longing in her eyes.

"I also heard from my mother-in-law that in distant overseas lands, the indigenous people are all blond, blue-eyed, with high nose bridges, and they speak in gibberish."

"pity……"

After A Niang left, no one told her about these exotic things.

After she married Zhao Hai in her previous life, she never had the chance to leave this small county town.

"I really want to see it!"

Her voice became much firmer, but soon became confused again: "It's a pity that the scenery cannot be retained in a hurry. Many beauties can only be left in one's own memories and tasted alone."

A Niang actually wrote many articles that have been preserved.

But with just a few strokes, people can imagine the scenery they have never seen before.

Song Yao burst out laughing: "Looking at you, you shouldn't be an embroiderer. You should be a painter."

"The beautiful rivers and mountains, how can we just look at them?"

"It must be painted so that it will be remembered forever."

"It also allows future generations to have the opportunity to see how the world of our ancients is different from the world of later generations."

Isn’t the scenery always like that?

What could be different?

The difference is always just the people watching.

but……

Jiang Anning frowned and pondered.

If you can draw it, why can't you embroider it?
She not only thought about why her mother-in-law embroidered such a large picture of worshiping Buddha back then?
Gorgeous indeed, all kinds of living beings can be seen in it.

The four-legged toad is covered in red cloth and hiding in the Buddhist niche.

People who don't know it kneel down and pray for blessing.

The sneaky thief stole the restaurant's money bag and spread the incense with a wave of his hand.

The Buddha stood high above, enjoying the thief's kneeling with a smile.

There are good and bad people who worship Buddha.

There is true kindness and there is false kindness.

The embroidered scroll unfolds slowly, like one story after another, silently telling people.

but……

Ordinary people would not put such a big screen or decoration at all.

Even if you want to let go, you can't let go at all.

It takes so much time and effort to embroider, but in the end there is nowhere to put it, so why bother?
Even at the beginning, she was unwilling to embroider.

The time it takes to embroider such a large picture of Buddha worship is enough for her to embroider thousands of handkerchiefs, sachets, and fans.

However, when my mother-in-law was here in the past, she often said: "Xiao Anping, if mother can't find her way home one day, and you really miss her, come and embroider this picture of worshiping the Buddha."

"When you finish the embroidery, I will definitely find a way to get back to little An Ning."

When she was young and ignorant, she would always ask: "Is it true?"