Feng Jue of Ancient and Modern

     "Okay, old man, you pull her to play chess as soon as Ning Ning comes back, and every time you can't win, aren't you looking for abuse." Fang Yi came out with a plate of jujube mud yam cake , Seeing that his old man was still pulling his granddaughter to play chess, he said with great dissatisfaction.

    The old man called the old man, his eyes widened, and with a "pop", he put the white stone on the chessboard.

    "What do you know, old lady? Although I'm not good at chess, my vision is still high. I'm testing to see if Ning Ning has retreated."

    Qi Xuning sat opposite the old man and gently put down a sunspot with a smile.

    "Grandpa, you lost again."

    Zhang Boyong took a look at the chessboard, and quickly picked up the white stone he had just put down, "It doesn't count, it doesn't count. It's all your fault, you old woman, if you look at your interruption, I'll put it all away. Wrong location, this is not what I just watched."

    Qi Xuning didn't argue, and still took the sunspot back with a smile, waiting for grandpa to settle.

      Made for you, your favorite yam cake with jujube mud, just out of the pot. Come, come and eat. Not for this old man."

    After listening to her grandmother's words, Qi Xuning smiled and put the chess piece in a position, directly blocking the way that grandpa wanted to go. Then he got up and went to sit down beside his grandmother.

    When Zhang Boyong heard what his old woman said, he hummed in his nose, "My old man doesn't eat anything that women eat." He put the pieces at random, got up and walked towards the rattan chair. As soon as his granddaughter was released, he could see that his path was blocked, and he would lose every step he took.

    Thinking about playing chess with his old friends, he sighed, it's not that the old man's chess skills are too bad, it's that his granddaughter is better than his own granddaughter! Thinking to myself, it's pretty good.

    As soon as Fang Yi heard the old man's words, he wanted to talk about him, so don't eat food made by women. But before he could say anything, he was interrupted by a granddaughter who knew a lot about their old couple.

    Qi Xuning took a piece of jujube mud yam cake and fed it to her grandmother, "grandmother, you can eat it too. You make it so delicious, I can't bear to give it to my grandfather. It's best if he doesn't eat it."

    When Fang Yi heard this, he immediately smiled, took a bite from his granddaughter's hand, and took it by himself. On the other hand, Zhang Boyong is the opposite.

    Qi Xuning was happy, took a piece of jujube mud yam cake and took a bite. The taste was sweet and soft and waxy. Although it was not the taste in her memory, this pastry from my grandmother also remembered her childhood to this day.

    Qi Xuning picked up another piece, walked to my grandfather, and fed it to his mouth. The old man was not happy anymore. He wanted to eat but couldn't hold back his face. He snorted and turned his head to the side not to look at it.

     "Grandpa, it's delicious, can you try it?" Qi Xuning raised a smiling face and approached the old man.

    Zhang Boyong looked at his granddaughter, and at the yam cake with jujube mud, he seemed to reluctantly took a bite, and quickly ate the whole piece into his mouth.

    "This old man, the more he lives, the more he goes back." Fang Yi gave his old man a white look.

    "The longer you live, the better you go back. The longer you live, the younger you become. Is that right, grandpa?"

    Qi Xuning likes to watch grandfather and grandmother bicker very much. The older I get now, the more I like to bicker like a child.

    Grandpa Zhang Boyong is an old professor of Huaguang University, the old dean of the Faculty of Arts, and a well-known calligraphy master in the country. When I was young, I was full of poetry and calligraphy, but now I am old, it is more like an ancient book, and it has accumulated a lot of knowledge.

    The grandmother Fang Yi was also an actress when she was young, she was beautiful and temperamental. At that time, it was also a popular star, and now I can still find some old movies that my grandmother acted in. Later, my grandmother began to act in dramas. In short, in that era, she was also a popular figure. Even now, although my grandmother is retired at home, in the circle, she is also an old artist, even some of the current directors, some old actors, and when you see your grandmother, you have to respectfully call Teacher Fang.

    Of course, in these cases, very few people would associate them with Qi Xuning. Qi Xuning made her film debut at the age of 20, and it has been more than five years since she was in the circle. There are really few people who know her identity.

    The house where my grandfather and grandmother live is still a small two-story blue brick building assigned by my grandfather's school. Some creepers climbed on the outer walls, wood-framed glass windows, and even the stairs are made of wood. Has a strong memory of the times. Qi Xuning grew up in this small building since he was two years old. Grandpa and grandma have lived together, and they are unwilling to move to a new villa. Here, they have memories of most of their lives, and their joys, sorrows and sorrows.

    "Grandma, do you know where my photo albums are when I was a kid?"

    "I'll keep it well, do you want to see it? I'll take it out for you." Fang Yi heard the question from his granddaughter, and wanted to get up to get it.

    "Grandma," Qi Xuning grabbed grandma and didn't let her get up, "Tell me where it is, I'll just go get it myself."

    "It's okay, I don't put it deep enough. I just put it in my room. I still look at it from time to time. I'll take it for you." Fang Yi smiled and patted it. Clap granddaughter's hand.

    Zhang Boyong on the side was not happy, first he made a heavy "hmm" to attract attention, and then he said: "Ningning, go to the study and write a large letter and hand it over for me to see. See if your writing has improved."

    Qi Xuning laughed, stood up, bowed to her grandfather, and said solemnly: "Yes, Professor Zhang, then you wait first, I'll do my homework."

    Zhang Boyong was so happy that his beard was about to rise.

    Qi Xuning walked into the study, took a piece of white paper and flattened it, and then began to polish the ink.

    Every time she came back, my grandfather would ask her to write, not really to see if her writing improved, but to see people with words. Her grandfather said when she was a child that her words were too hostile, but they couldn't hide a majestic atmosphere, and her strokes were sharp and hidden. It's just a contradiction and a fusion.

    The name "Xu Ning" for her is taken from the meaning of "empty mind is like a valley, quiet and far away". I hope she will not be swayed by that hostility, and hope that she will not be affected by her parents when she grows up.

    But the real reason is that only Qi Xuning knows.

    Everything originates from, since she was born, she has another memory and another life in her mind.

      After the ink was evenly applied, Qi Xuning took the pen and wrote four cursive characters "Xu Huai Ruo Gu" on the white paper.

    This is what my grandfather expects of her.

    Qi Xuning looked at his words, sighed, and felt a little more empty. Even though she was trying her best to hide, she still showed some floating. Her heart is uncertain.

    Grandpa always thought that she had such a rootless duckweed idea because her father died when she was young, and she was resentful and abandoned by her mother. But as everyone knows, she can't find the root, she can't find the history in her memory, and she can't find the traces that once existed. She is new, but has a deep past. She doesn't know where she's coming from or where she's going. And in this world, the only thread that pulls her...

    "Rhino..."

    Qi Xuning murmured softly and wanted to touch the font, but suddenly found that the ink was not dry, and slowly retracted his hand. She closed her eyes and slowly opened them again, it was pitch black and silent.

    "Grandpa."

    Qi Xuning handed over the words to Zhang Boyong, and then saw that grandma was looking through her childhood albums, and sat next to grandma.

    Zhang Boyong took it over and looked at it, nodding as he looked. Don't look at the young granddaughter, this word has become a big deal. If you can concentrate on practicing calligraphy, your future achievements in calligraphy will be limitless. Blame the old woman for encouraging her to learn some kind of acting.

    And this word was not written by Qi Xuning at first. She put those four words away so that she would not be seen by her grandfather. I found another book at random on my grandfather's bookshelf, and copied a paragraph in Yan Ti regular script.

    Fang Yi didn't care what her old man was thinking. She flipped through the photo album and told her granddaughter about the time when the photos were taken. Grandma remembers it clearly, but Qi Xuning remembers some and forgets some.

    "When you were a child, you liked to take your own photos and look at them. Sometimes you look at them all day long. When you look at this one, you are sitting there alone." Fang Yi raised his finger a direction.

    Qi Xuning followed her grandmother's finger and looked over. It was still the place in the photo, but the object had changed. I heard my grandmother continue talking.

    "Look at this picture, you were very particular when you were a child, even if your clothes were not neat, you were not happy, and you couldn't tidy up, so you ran to me with short legs. , let me get it for you." Fang Yi talked about his granddaughter's childhood, as if he saw the little Douding once again.

    She looked at Qi Xuning with emotion, "At that time, she was short and small, in a blink of an eye, our family Ningning has grown so big and so tall, now grandma sees You're going to keep your head up."

    "Grandma—" Qi Xuning was somewhat embarrassed when she mentioned some things from her childhood. She was served by others in the past, and she was not used to doing it all by herself. Even now, in some ways, she can't break the habit of being particular. To use what my grandmother said when I was a child, she was really born to be a lady of everyone.

    Continuing to flip through the album, Qi Xuning saw a photo with a Buddha statue around her neck. She wants to read this photo album just for this protective Buddha statue. She has always remembered this Buddha statue clearly.

    Seeing her staring at the photo, Fang Yi said, "This photo, you were very fond of crying when you were young, especially when you were just born. Later, when you grew up, you I cried less, but when you were two years old, something happened, and after we brought you back, you cried all night and all night, until your voice became hoarse, and you couldn’t speak. I couldn't see anything when I went to the doctor, so I said that you were frightened. I felt bad for your grandfather and I, and you were also rushed to the doctor. At that time, I heard from the older generation that you have lost your soul and asked for peace. Fuzhen is a town. Your grandfather even said that I was engaged in feudal superstition."

    Speaking of this, Fang Yi glanced at his old man. Zhang Boyong had been listening to his old woman and granddaughter talking, and when he mentioned old things, he coughed a little uncomfortably.

    Qi Xuning listened carefully, and Fang Yi continued: "It's the Yinling Temple on Lingshan. There is a Lingwu Master in the Yinling Temple. It is said that the Buddhist Dharma is very profound, so I brought You went. Master Lingwu looked at you and hung this Buddha statue on you. It’s strange to say that since that night, you stopped crying. When you grew up, you didn’t wear this Buddha statue anymore. , you are also very well-behaved, you never cry or make trouble, and you are very sensible."

    Qi Xuning's slender fingers touched the Buddha statue in the photo, and then took a closer look.

    "I just don't know if this Buddha statue can still be found."

    Fang Yi thought about it carefully, "The Buddha statue has been worn by you all the time, and I don't know when you took it off. It's not popular now. If you want it, grandma will find it again. Master Lingwu asks you for one."

    Qi Xuning said with a smile: "No need for grandma, I just remembered when I saw the photos. I kept all the things I had when I was a child. I looked for them, maybe I put them away. ."

    Zhang Boyong heard his granddaughter's words, and said something unintentionally: "This Buddhist family is not about repaying one's vows, young people, go to climb more mountains when you have time."

    The granddaughter's words were neatly written, but he could still see some of the lost spirit that was faintly revealed. But it is also much better than when she was young. After thinking about it carefully, it seems that since her granddaughter became an adult, her heart has become more settled.

    Zhang Boyong stroked his beard and looked at the delicate and beautiful face of his granddaughter.

    Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, he is old...