Her Sniper

This Buddha statue has a long history. Since Mrs. Jiang was invited to her hand and accompanied her through decades of ups and downs, she has taken it home and abroad.

Mrs. Jiang believed in Bodhisattva's blessing. She never left behind in reciting her lessons every day even when she was very old.

Wen Shishi helped old Mrs. Jiang kneel on the futon. She knelt with her and listened to her chanting. The wooden fish beat rhythmically, which made Wen Shishi's heart return to peace.

Generally speaking, after reading the Sutra, Mrs. Jiang still has to meditate for a while. But when she read Wen Shishi, she was pregnant and couldn't kneel with her for a long time, so she didn't settle down for a long time.

After reading the Sutra, Wen Shishi saw that Mrs. Jiang was ready to get up and quickly reached forward to help her. Mrs. Jiang first refused, and then stood up by herself, not consciously leaning in the direction of Wen Shishi, which really scared her.

"Granny, please slow down and start in a hurry."

"Old." With a self mocking smile, Mrs. Jiang stood up holding Wen Shishi's hand. Wen Shishi took her in her arm, half comforting and half hoping to say, "if you say that, you will surely see the success of Guanyin on your 100th birthday."

Mrs. Jiang has seen so much wind and rain, and naturally knows that this is filial piety and flattery of the younger generation. Usually she can accept it, but the recent uneasiness makes her unable to ignore it.

After being helped to the room by Wen Shishi, Mrs. Jiang took her to sit down and stroked her Conggen like hand over and over again. "It's so good that you are still very young and have a lot of hope. No matter what happens in the future, child, you must go on firmly."

Wen Shishi can feel Mrs. Jiang's inexplicable sadness. Instead, she holds her hand and looks up firmly into her eyes. There are worries, compassion and love.

"Grandma, it must be all right. Don't worry about it."

Old lady Jiang Jiang can also see her growth from Wen Shishi's eyes and smiles happily.

"I used to think that although you were good everywhere, your shortcomings were too good for everyone. Like your name, you were gentle and poetic. You were always worried about whether you would be hurt and whether you had the ability to protect the Jiang family. But Jiang Mochen told me that he would protect you and let him protect the Jiang family. Later, I accepted that some people should have the fortune to be taken care of safely. I also hope you can be such a blessed person. "

"No, grandma, you are the lucky one. Take a break and everything will pass. It'll be OK. "

Wen Shishi thinks that Mrs. Jiang is tired, old and lonely, and easy to think more. She wants to serve her to sleep, but she firmly refuses.

Old Mrs. Jiang sat up straight, her eyes were clear, and she could see the style of the shopping mall. She took Wen Shishi and said earnestly, "son, I don't want you to worry about it, but next, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to say it if I don't say it."

Wen Shishi was also startled by her solemn manner. She sat up straight and said seriously, "you say, I listen."

Mrs. Jiang sighed and began to talk.

"Recently, I have always felt uncomfortable, not physically, but with a premonition that something is going to happen."

"I feel that it will involve a lot of energy, because when I was young, as long as I had such a feeling, I would not sleep well, and then all kinds of feelings were several times sharper than usual. Many times, I was like this."

"But now I'm old and in a bad mood. I can only vaguely feel that something is going to happen, but I can no longer mobilize all my senses as I did when I was young. I pass by, and finally I always fall asleep. "

"Granny, don't worry." Wen Shishi said, "it's my fault. I didn't find it early. Now you have to worry about the younger generation's affairs. Teach me. It's time for you to live your life."

Mrs. Jiang touched her hair lovingly and said in a soft voice, "it's your fault. You've brought a lot to this family, which makes Mo Shen's heart repose and let him have a real family."

But she still sighed, like watching the unfinished regret slip away from her hand, but she had nothing to do.

"In the end, I can only rely on the instructions of the Bodhisattva, hoping that the Bodhisattva can point out the maze, but it still seems useless. I haven't had a dream for many years. I haven't had a dream for a long time, whether I'm a Buddha or an old friend. Maybe it's time for me to see them. "

"No way." Wen Shishi saw that the more she said, the more sad she was. She quickly denied, "the Buddha's lack of instructions indicates that you have reached the highest level. If you don't come to dream, it means that they are not worried."

"If only that were the case."

Mrs. Jiang finally showed some relief. Wen Shishi also said with a smile, "your little great grandson is not yet sensible. I'll wait to hear from you in the future. There's another one..." Then she took Mrs. Jiang's hand and touched her stomach. "There's another one waiting to see you."

"I can't put Ann down, and this little guy." Old lady Jiang touched Wen Shishi's stomach and laughed kindly, "if only she were a girl, just like you."

"It's a little girl, and then let Grandma help her name, and let her play with grandma every day."

"Oh, I can't stand that."

"That's right, so you have to take good care of yourself before you have the energy to deal with those little ghosts. An'an has just been able to leave, and I can't keep up.""You are not afraid of the next generation. I spoiled my granddaughter, and I can't get married in the future?"

"You spoiled her. You didn't pick out the son-in-law of your great grandson. You didn't spoil her like you did. You don't trust to hand it over, do you? So you have to be tough all the time. Give her the palm of your hand at that time, or it doesn't matter if no one dares to take it. Let her accompany you all the time. "

"Then I'll be a guilty old monster." Although she was ridiculing herself, Mrs. Jiang always had a smile on her face. It can be seen that Wen's consolation really played a role.

After talking for a while, Mrs. Jiang seemed to be in a short spirit. Wen Shishi said that she would help her to have a rest, but Mrs. Jiang was not obstinate. She asked Wen Shishi to put her in bed.

After helping Mrs. Jiang tuck in the quilt, Wen Shishi didn't leave. She still stayed by her side and waited for her to fall asleep. Seeing that Mrs. Jiang's eyebrows were still locked, she didn't know what to do.

"Shishi, there is an old record player by my bed. Do you see it?"

Hearing the question, Wen Shishi stood up and looked at the head of the bed. As Mrs. Jiang said, there was an old record player on the wall.

"Well, I see! You said

Wen Shishi walks over and looks at the record player. Although it is old, it is well maintained. The glossy black lacquer statue takes Wen Shishi back to the era of the great fortune.

"There is a turntable in the box next to me, and there is a Heart Sutra that I recorded myself."