The Chronicle of the Rebirth of the First Daughter

Chapter 7 Father and Daughter Conversation
Yuechan had been writing for a long time before finishing a section of scriptures. The main reason was that in her previous life she was not very literate and had never practiced handwriting. When writing, her hands were so raw that she couldn't even hold a brush well. The words in the scriptures It was also very difficult to write, and even a small passage of scriptures stumped her.

This scripture written by Yuechan is the Heart Sutra, which is the Heart Sutra of Maha Prajna Paramita. This scripture has the least number of words in the scriptures Yuechan has read. She had difficulty writing, so she had to write this volume. Yuechan clearly remembered, It seems that the Jokhang Kingdom does not have the Heart Sutra at this time, and it seems that an eminent monk will travel around in a few years and bring it from the western countries.

Although there is none, it does not prevent Yuechan from writing it down, since it is going to be burned anyway, she is not afraid of anything.

After finishing writing the scriptures, Yuechan picked up the paper to dry the ink, read it again, and seeing that there was nothing wrong, she asked Huamei to bring the lantern over, and the master and servant went out along the path to where Yuechan's mother Su lived. inside the house.

It has been more than a year since Mrs. Su passed away, and no one has touched her room. Everything is arranged as it was before she was alive. Because people often clean it, the room is very clean.

Yuechan entered the room and asked Thrush to light a candle to look carefully, and found that the room was really elegant and exquisite.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a pear wood case on the opposite side. On the case, there is a shrug bottle of white porcelain and ink plum, with a few peacock feathers inserted in it. Under the case, there is a large three-color pottery vase. It is full of scrolls of various colors, it should be drawn by Mrs. Su himself when he has nothing to do.

Looking inside, there is a small table next to the wall on the other side, chairs are placed on both sides of the table, and a picture scroll is hung on the wall behind the table. The beauty in the painting looks back and smiles lightly. It is really beautiful.

A tall bookcase was erected opposite the desks, and each compartment was filled with various thread-bound books.

Yuechan walked over gently, took out a book and read it carefully. It was a book of poetry, which recorded the poems of many famous poets in the past dynasties.

After looking at it, Yuechan put the book back again, gently stroked the back of the book with her fingers, feeling a little bit reluctant.

Yuechan is no longer a young lady who doesn't know firewood, so she naturally knows the value of these books. Books are very difficult to make, and the paper is very expensive. In addition, printed books need to be printed with engraving, and the content is carved out of wood. After that, the engraved version will be discarded. Therefore, some scholars would rather copy by hand than buy printed books. Without it, it is too expensive.

This tall bookshelf, many books, I don't know how much it costs. Anyway, Yuechan knows that it must not be a small sum. Looking at these books, she knows that her mother's literary talent must not be inferior to that of a man. went.

After reading the books on the bookshelf, Yuechan went into the inner room, found Su Shi's spiritual tablet from inside, carried it out, put it on the case on the north wall, placed it carefully and respectfully.

After putting it away, Huamei found an incense burner out of nowhere and placed it in front of Su's spiritual tablet. Yuechan took out the incense candle she had prepared earlier, lit the candle, and inserted a handful of incense into the incense burner. As the cigarette curled up, Yuechan was a little dazed.

"Miss, it's getting late, let's go back after paying respects to the wife!" Huamei knew that the house hadn't been lived in for a long time, and it wasn't very popular. The night was windy and cold, and she was afraid of freezing Yuechan, so she urged her.

Yuechan nodded, took a few steps back and knelt on the ground, took out the written Heart Sutra and began to recite: "Guanzizai Bodhisattva, practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, and see that the five aggregates are all empty..."

Yuechan was young and her voice was full of childishness, but when she read this volume of scriptures, she felt a little sad, very contradictory, but surprisingly attractive.

Huamei knelt behind Yuechan and listened, her mood became much calmer, and she couldn't help but be attracted by the scriptures sung by Yuechan, as if she had returned to her childhood, all distracting thoughts were gone, and the four things were really empty.

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..." Yuechan slowly closed her eyes, and said slowly but firmly.

Yuechan recited very slowly. Although the scripture was short, it had been a while since she finished reading. She opened her eyes, picked up the scripture and was about to burn it with a candle when she heard a creaking sound, and the door opened. was pushed away.

Yuechan and Huamei were startled at the same time, and turned their heads to look suddenly, and saw Yuechan's father, Meng Zhiwen, the master of the Meng family, standing at the door, his face reflected by the candlelight, full of peace and tranquility.

"Father..." Yuechan hurriedly saluted, and Huamei also followed Yuechan to salute, calling master.

Meng Zhiwen nodded, walked quickly to Yuechan and helped her up, and then asked Huamei to excuse her.

Yuechan raised her head and looked at her father by the candlelight. At this time, Meng Zhiwen was not very old, not yet [-] years old, and looked very young. He was wearing a blue satin gown with a jade belt across his waist, which was extremely elegant.

It is said that Yuechan's appearance is three points like Su's, seven points like Meng Zhiwen, and it is indeed true after a closer look. The eyes, nose, and mouth are very similar to Meng Zhiwen, only the face shape is a bit like Su's.

Regardless of whether it was the previous life or the present life, Yuechan's appearance was top-notch, and Meng Zhiwen's natural appearance was not bad either. His face was sharp-edged, with sharp brows and bright eyes. Although his nose was not very tall, it was also straight. The lips are neither thin nor thick, just right.

Yuechan sized her up and said to herself, no wonder Liu Mei cried to death and wanted to follow her father, and his father is indeed a handsome man, the key is that this noble aura is very rare and very attractive to women.

Thinking of this, Yuechan secretly scolded herself for being unfilial and unruly, for thinking of her father like this, she quickly restrained her thoughts, and whispered: "It's cool in the night, father, be careful about your body."

Meng Zhiwen looked down at Yuechan's tiny body, and stretched out his hand to hold her little hand. His palm felt icy cold, but his heart ached. Knowing that it was cold, he was still kneeling on the ground in the middle of the night. She had just recovered from illness, so she was not afraid. Another cold or something.

"Hands are so cold, but it's windy?" Meng Zhiwen turned his face to look at Yuechan, then glared at Huamei: "How do you serve Miss, and bring Miss here in the middle of the night..."

Before Meng Zhiwen finished the training, Yuechan spoke first: "Father, don't blame Thrush, I wanted to come. Sister Thrush couldn't resist me, so that's why she followed."

While talking, Yuechan saw that Meng Zhiwen's face became much looser, and then said: "I've always thought of my mother these two days, so I come to see it when I can't sleep at night, it's good to talk with my mother..."

Mentioning Su's family, Meng Zhiwen was also full of miss: "It's hard to be filial to you, it's just a matter of when you come to see your mother, if you come at night, if it really catches the wind, your mother's spirit in the sky will not be safe. "

"Yes!" Yuechan blessed Fushen: "Father taught me a lesson, and my daughter remembered it."

After saying this, Yuechan raised her head, with a look of admiration on her face: "Father is okay, is there a lot of business? Also, how about taking my brother to visit the temple today?"

Seeing that Yuechan cared about him, Meng Zhiwen was very helpful, so he laughed. With this smile, his black hair fell down a few strands, covering up the sharpness on his face, making him look even more handsome.

It seems that Meng Zhiwen probably couldn't sleep and came out for a walk, otherwise, his hair wouldn't be so loosely tied.

Yuechan thought to herself, and looked up at Meng Zhiwen: "Father must take good care of his body. Now Yuechan and his elder brother depend on his father and the old lady. You two are healthy and healthy, and our family will be safe."

Meng Zhiwen smiled and touched the top of Yuechan's head: "I see, it's hard for you to remember...it's getting late, go back to sleep!"

Yuechan smiled: "Well, go to sleep after burning the scriptures."

Looking at Meng Zhiwen again, Yuechan turned around and knelt on the ground, put the scripture on the candle before lighting it, but Meng Zhiwen was surprised and snatched the scripture away.After reading it carefully, I was surprised: "You wrote this?"

Yuechan lowered her head, her face blushing: "Yes, my daughter's writing is not good, the words are crooked, and my heart is pounding, I'm afraid it will be burned, and my mother will be disappointed when she sees it."

After that, Yuechan looked up at Meng Zhiwen again: "Father's handwriting is good, why don't father copy it for my daughter, and burn it for my mother after copying, so that she can feel at ease."

For Yuechan's request, Meng Zhiwen would not refuse, and nodded with a smile: "You are right, but although your handwriting is not good, you have a lot of rare words, which is already very good."

After reading it again, Meng Zhiwen frowned. He had never seen this scripture before. Although he was a great Confucian, he had read many Buddhist scriptures, but he had never seen this volume, and he didn't know Yuechan was Where did you see it, Meng Zhiwen thought so, rolled up the scriptures in his sleeves, and wanted to go back and copy them to a master to see what scriptures this is, it looks really good.

Seeing that Meng Zhiwen agreed to her request, Yuechan was very happy, and she wanted to take this opportunity to ask Meng Zhiwen to teach her how to write, and to spend more time with each other during the usual practice of calligraphy, always to bring the relationship between father and daughter closer In the future, that Liu Mei would be black-hearted and take the opportunity to rape her, or find her a bad family.

Thinking of this, Yuechan naturally wanted to catch up with the snake, pointed to the bookshelf by the wall, and then pointed to the inner room: "Father, daughter sees that mother has a lot of books here, and there are also piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings. I think mother must be a Talented girl, my daughter is not too young and wants to learn, although she may not be as knowledgeable as mother, but she must not weaken the reputation of you and mother."

As she spoke, her face was tilted to one side, with a touch of reverence and a little joy on her face, she was very playful and cute.

Although Meng Zhiwen paid more attention to Haoyu's son, he also loved Yuechan's daughter. Seeing her progress, he was also happy, scratching her nose and laughing: "It's rare for you to have such thoughts, okay, wait until tomorrow Father will hire you a teacher to teach you well."

Yuechan was overjoyed, finally she was able to learn something seriously.

"This is naturally good." Yuechan clapped her hands: "My daughter also wants to move the things here from mother to her room. First, I will keep them as a reminder. I can look at them when I miss my mother. Second, I also encourage myself. I have to learn from my mother, and if I fail to learn at any time, I can also cheer myself up."

Yuechan's words were very good, she showed her filial piety and her determination to study, which made Meng Zhiwen surprised and relieved at the same time, so she nodded her head in agreement.

(End of this chapter)