Pursuit of the Truth

It rained for three days.

Three days of heavy rain, washed the earth, fell the sweet-scented osmanthus, making the earth a damp, so that every household is full of moisture, even the quilt that sleeps at night, wipe it off.

This season is like this.

In the past three days, in addition to hunting outdoors, few people went out too far. Only when the rain stopped occasionally, many children ran out barefoot and played with mud, and they laughed happily.

At this time in the past, the clown will always be entangled in Su Ming, not far from the house, picking up the mud and pinching out a small animal that can't see what it is.

At this time, Su Ming will smile with her clowns. He looks at this kind and lovely child and thinks about his childhood.

But for the past three days, I was immersed in the clown family. It was sadness, silence, and Su Ming’s request. This family had a difficult struggle. They didn’t know how to choose.

This is also the place where Su Ming is warm to this family, because if you change other families, then this will be a question that you don't need to choose. After all, how to choose between the children who are coming and their daughters is difficult?

The clown father is silent, his lover is also silent, their eyes are always moving between Su Ming and the clown, looking at the birthmark of the clown's face, looking at his thin body, then it hurts.

But when the eyes fell on Su Ming, the pale face, the thin body, and the understanding of the eyes and the look of them as a mother, let the heart of the couple have a sting again.

There are still four days, it will be the time of choice...

"Hey, you said that the dolls should be given life, but what kind of thoughts are needed to give life to the dolls." Su Ming looked at the clown's father and asked softly.

This is the fourth day after the departure of the evil spirits. Su Ming placed the straw rope in front of the clown's father and bowed his head.

"People need to be moved... Only the inner heart is moved. Only the dolls with life can be compiled." The clown's father looked at Su Ming, softly speaking, but the complex in the eyes, but in Su Ming When you look at it, you can't hide it.

"The doll that I made before, there is no life. When your brother was born, I heard the sound of his crying. The first one, the doll with the life, was prepared outside." The father of the clown, first In the presence of Su Ming, he claimed to be jealous. This is a very natural statement. There is no such thing as deliberate and deliberate. When he said this, he picked up a straw rope.

First, a knot was made, and then in his hand, the straw rope continued to have a lot of knots until it was seen on the straw rope. After more than a dozen knots, he looked at Su Ming.

"I didn't marry your mother before. It is a tribe called the Gutu tribe. The Gutu is a small tribe. The tribe has only a few hundred, but its history is long...

I have never been a physique, I can only be a mortal, but my father, your grandfather. It is Shi Heng of the tribe. "The clown's father smiled and his face appeared in his face."

"You also know that Shi Heng's dynasties are all people who can't be rude. There is only one job that needs to be done, that is, to record the history of the tribe in different ways.

The inheritance of the Gutu Department is very old, and no one knows when, but it can be seen from the method recorded by Shi Heng in the tribe. This is not false.

Because this method of recording is to make notes, use different grasses, different knots to record history, and outsiders can't see the meaning. Only those who have mastered this method can read it. ”

"I am Shi Heng of that generation, just... the tribe's catastrophe, the separation and death of the tribe, so that it does not exist. I met your mother, came here, lived here... I am just a mortal There is no other craft, it is very difficult to survive.

But I will bear the knot, and with these countless knots, I can make a doll..." The father of the clown, looking at Su Ming, in his words, his hands did not stop, he was always compiling, at the moment with the words At the end, a doll villain appeared in his hand.

The appearance of the villain is quite similar to Su Ming!

"This villain is composed of twenty-nine grass knots. I recorded the twenty-nine blessings for you in this grass. The same doll, I gave him one when your brother was born. When your sister was born, The same is true, now, this is for you." The clown's father handed the doll to Su Ming.

“Cross-knot notes...” This is the first time Su Ming has heard of this method of recording history. Whether it is in Western Union or South Morning, the tribe he saw has never been such a recorder, let alone history. Constant this title.

But he can imagine that this Shi Heng should be a tribal position similar to the first and the head of the war.

After picking up the doll, Su Ming’s hand touched the doll. His eyes jerked. He clearly felt that the doll contained a vitality. This life is very light, if it is not his knowledge. Something recovered, it is hard to see.

In that life, there is a blessing, and there is a warmth that spreads throughout Su Ming.

Su Ming looked up and took a deep look at the clown's father. If he was absolutely certain, the other party was not a man of cultivation. He was just a very ordinary mortal. If not, Su Ming saw the doll. It must be considered to be from the hands of those who have repaired.

The face of the vicissitudes of life, with a wrinkled face, carries the temper of life, and the waist that is always unnaturally bent when standing up, seems to be pressed by the helplessness and fate in the years.

But it is such a mortal, an ordinary person, a doll made from his hands, has the power of this life. Although the dolls that Su Ming saw before, the father’s dolls are quite a few, but each one The life contained in it is very weak, which is not enough to cause his shock. But this one in the hands of the present is the dissipating repair of Su Ming, and there is a trace of fluctuations.

"This is related to the grass knot, but the most important thing is... because it is very good, it can be very handy, with his hands giving the knot, so that this thought, in his ignorance, became a Blessings of the stock, this blessing contains his prayers, so as long as he has not died, then this blessing will exist forever." Su Ming seems to have some understanding, as he did when painting, such as when people write There are Jin Ge iron horses blowing the same face.

This is the ultimate cause of something, has nothing to do with cultivation, has nothing to do with anything, but is connected with the heart.

"The reason why you have compiled the straw rope is that you don't have life, because you won't make a note, so let me teach you... your brother won't learn that year, your sister is not interested in this, you can like it." Very pleased.” The clown’s father smiled kindly, picked up a straw rope, and handed it to Su Ming and picked up another one.

"Cross-cut notes, this is a very old method. It is not very comprehensive. It can only record some simple things. Every knot is different. Every time you play one, you have to think about what you want to record." .

I remember when my father and I said it, it was like this..."

"The knot is good, the knot is also good. What it needs is that you look at it with your eyes, touch it with your hands, and feel it with your heart. The key point here is touch.

It is very mysterious to touch the feeling of each knot when it is played. I also say that it is not clear and specific, but when there is no text, our ancestors used this method to record everything in their lives. The clown's father said as he played seven or eight knots.

Time is like this, and it’s just a few days. In the past few days, Su Ming has been immersed in this kind of grass-scratch note. As his father keeps learning, the clown’s father is obviously not a good educator. Many times he just feels that he can't express it clearly with words.

When the first two days of the evil spirits came, the clown's father was mostly silent, and sometimes looked at Su Ming's gaze, which is also a complex occupation.

And the mother of the clown, too.

The rain outside, after a few days of stopping, after another afternoon of the day, came again, and the sound of the rain continued to echo in the middle of the night.

Su Ming was lying in his hut, looking at the rain outside the window, and the thunder and roar that flashed at that time, he could not sleep.

In his book, there is a straw rope with seven or eight knots. It was given to him by his father before going to bed. During this period of study, Su Ming was still somewhat vague about this drafting note, not particularly clear.

At this moment, touching the knot on the straw rope, Su Ming thought about his past.

The clown is in a room with him. For a family that is not very wealthy, it is difficult to make every child have a separate room.

The well-proportioned breathing sound, accompanied by Su Ming for more than a year, made Su Ming remember unforgettable. He turned his head and looked at the clown. He looked at the sleeping little girl and Su Ming’s face smiled.

It was just the tears that the little girl shed in her eyes, and the muttering dream, which made Su Ming’s smile become a love.

"Brother...dog left brother...you don't go, the clown can...I beat them..."

"Hey, mother... we are always together..."

In her world, her biological brother and vagueness, after all, eight years ago, she was just born, not long after she grew up, she only knew that she had a brother who had entered the sect of the immortal.

In addition, the others are blank, Su Ming's appearance, so that this blank gradually printed Su Ming's figure, for her, her brother is Su Ming.

The best hope of her life is that the family, including the dog left brother, has been happy together.

Wiping the tears of the clown's eyes, Su Ming's eyes showed a firmness. He didn't want to see the family grief. He wanted to make this family happy.

"The clown, the dog left the brother promises you, I will guard your family... until the end!"

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