Three days of heavy rain washed the earth, dropped the sweet-scented osmanthus, and made the earth wet. Every house was filled with moisture, even the quilts used for sleeping at night were wiped off.
This season is like this.
During the three days, except for hunters, few people went out too far. Only when the rain stopped occasionally, many children would run out barefoot, play in the mud, and laugh happily.
At this time in the past, the clown would always pester Su Ming, picking up mud not too far outside the house and making out little animals that he couldn't tell what they were.
Every time at this time, Su Ming would play with the clown with a smile. He looked at this kind and lovely child and thought of his own childhood.
But for the past three days, the Joker family has been immersed in sadness and silence. Su Ming's request has caused the family to struggle hard. They don't know how to choose.
This is why Su Ming feels warm towards this family, because if it were another family, then this would be a problem that does not require a choice. After all, how to choose between the picked-up child and his own daughter, is it difficult?
Joker's father was silent, and his lover was equally silent. Their eyes always moved between Su Ming and Joker. They felt sad when they saw the birthmark on Joker's face and his thin body.
But when their eyes fell on Su Ming, the pale face, thin body, and understanding eyes and expressions that regarded them as their parents made the couple's hearts sting again.
In four days, it will be time to choose...
"Dad, you once said that when weaving a doll, you need to give it life, but what kind of thoughts are needed to give life to the doll." Su Ming looked at Joker's father and asked softly.
This was the fourth day since the people from the Evil Spirit Sect left. Su Ming took the straw rope and placed it in front of the clown's father, and lowered his head to weave it.
"People need to be moved...Only when there is emotion in the heart can we make a doll with life." Joker's father looked at Su Ming and spoke softly, but the complexity in his eyes was in Su Ming's eyes.
When you look at it, you can't hide it.
"The dolls my father made before were lifeless. When your brother Xi'er was born, I listened to his cry and made the first doll with life outside." Joker's father, the first
For the first time in front of Su Ming, he called himself daddy. His words were natural, without any artificiality or intentionality. When he said these words, he picked up a straw rope.
First he tied a knot, and then in his hand, the straw rope continued to have many more knots, until it looked like there were more than ten knots in the straw rope, and then he looked at Su Ming.
"Before I married your mother, I was a member of a tribe called the Gutuo tribe. The Gutuo tribe is a small tribe with only a few hundred members, but its history is long...
I haven't had a barbaric physique since I was a child, so I can only be a mortal, but my father, your grandfather, is Shi Heng of that tribe." A smile appeared on Joker's father's face, and there was reminiscence in his expression.
"You also know that Shi Heng has always been in charge of people who cannot cultivate barbarism. There is only one job that needs to be done, which is to use different methods of each tribe to record the history of the tribe.
The inheritance of the Gutuo tribe is very old, and no one knows exactly when it happened. However, it can be seen from the method of recording by Shi Heng in the tribe that this is not false.
Because this method of recording is to use different grass knots to record history, and outsiders cannot see its meaning. Only those who have mastered this method can read it."
"I am Shi Heng of that generation, but...the catastrophe of the tribe, the separation and death of the people have made all this disappear. I met your mother, came here, and lived here...I am just a mortal.
, without other crafts, it is very difficult to survive.
But I can make straw knots, and I can use these countless straw knots to make dolls..." Joker's father looked at Su Ming. While speaking, his hands did not stop and kept knitting. At this moment, as the words continued,
At the end, a little doll appeared in his hand.
The little man's appearance is quite similar to Su Ming!
"This little man is made of twenty-nine straw knots. I have recorded my twenty-nine blessings for you in this straw knot. I gave the same doll to your brother when he was born, and when your sister was born
The same is true. Now, this is for you." Joker's father handed the doll in his hand to Su Ming.
"Cao Jie records things..." This is the first time Su Ming has heard of this method of recording history. Whether it is in the Ximeng League or the Southern Chen Dynasty, the tribes he has seen have never had such recorders, let alone historians.
This is the title of Heng.
But he could imagine that this Shi Heng should be a tribal position similar to the leader and war leader.
Taking the doll, the moment Su Ming's hand touched the doll, his eyes suddenly froze. He clearly felt that the doll contained a vitality. This vitality was very weak. If it weren't for his spiritual consciousness,
It has recovered a bit and is hard to see.
That vitality contained blessings, and a warmth spread throughout Su Ming's body.
Su Ming raised his head and took a deep look at Joker's father. If he hadn't been extremely sure, the other person was definitely not a man of cultivation. He was just a very ordinary mortal. If not, Su Ming would have noticed the doll after seeing it.
, you will definitely think that it was made by someone with good cultivation.
The vicissitudes of life and the wrinkled face bear the hardships of life, and the waist that always bends unnaturally when standing up seems to be weighed down by helplessness and fate over the years.
But for such a mortal, an ordinary person, the dolls made from his hands actually possess this kind of power of life. Although Su Ming had seen many dolls of Joker's father before, each one of them
The life contained in it was very weak and was not enough to shock him, but the one in his hand now caused the dissipated cultivation within Su Ming's body to actually... have a trace of fluctuation.
"This is related to the story of the grass knot, but the most important thing is... because it can reach the extreme with the mind, it can reach the extreme with the hands, and uses his hands to give the grass knot the thought, making this thought become a thought in his ignorance.
A blessing, this blessing contains his prayer, so as long as he has not died, then this blessing will exist forever." Su Ming seemed to have realized something, just like when he was painting, it was the same as when others read when he writes.
It's like a golden sword and an iron horse rushing against each other.
These are all the ultimate creation of something, and have nothing to do with cultivation, nothing to do with anything, and are only connected to the heart.
"The reason why the straw ropes you weave are not alive is because you don't know how to remember things. Let me teach you... your brother couldn't learn it back then, and your sister is not interested in this either. How can you like to let dad
I'm very pleased." Clown's father smiled kindly, picked up a straw rope, handed it to Su Ming, and then picked up another one.
"Grass knots are a very old way of recording things. Dad doesn't know them very well. He can only record some simple things. Each knot is different. Every time you tie one, you have to think about the things you want to record.
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I remember when my father told me, he said this..."
"Whether it is a grass knot or a rope knot, it requires you to see it with your eyes, touch it with your hands, and feel it with your heart. The key point here is touch.
It’s very mysterious to touch the feeling of each knot when it is tied. I can’t explain clearly, but when there was no writing, our ancestors used this method to record everything in their lives.” Clown
As his father spoke, he tied seven or eight knots.
Time passed like this, and a few days passed in the blink of an eye. During these few days, Su Ming had been immersed in this kind of grass-knotting, and he continued to learn from his father. However, Clown's father was obviously not a very good educator.
Many times he just feels something and cannot express it clearly in words.
In the first two days before the arrival of the Evil Spirit Sect, Joker's father was silent most of the time, and sometimes looked at Su Ming with complicated eyes.
The same goes for Clown's mother.
The rain outside, after stopping for a few days, started pouring again after noon that day, and the sound of the rain still echoed until late at night.
Su Ming was lying in his hut, looking at the rain outside the window and the thunder and roar that flashed by at that time. He couldn't sleep.
In his book, he held a straw rope with seven or eight knots, which his father gave him before going to bed. During this period of study, Su Ming's memory of this straw rope was still a bit vague, not particularly clear.
At this moment, while touching the knot on the straw rope, Su Ming thought about his past.
The clown was in the same room with him. For a family that was not very wealthy, it was difficult for each child to have his own room.
The sound of the well-proportioned breathing has been with Su Ming for more than a year, making Su Ming unforgettable in his memory. He turned his head and looked at the clown. Looking at the sleeping little girl, Su Ming had a smile on his face.
It was just the tears shed from the corners of the little girl's eyes while she was sleeping, and the murmurs she murmured in her sleep, that made Su Ming's smile turn into one of doting.
"Brother...brother Gou Sheng...don't go, clowns can do it...I'll beat them..."
"Dad, mother...we will always be together..."
In her world, her biological brother was vague. After all, she was just born eight years ago. When she grew up, she only knew that she had a brother who joined the sect of the immortal.
Apart from this, everything else was blank. Su Ming's appearance gradually imprinted Su Ming's figure on the blank space. To her, her brother was Su Ming.
Her best hope in this life is that her family, including her brother Gou Sheng, can always be happy together.
Wiping away the tears from the corner of the clown's eyes, Su Ming showed a firm look in his eyes. He didn't want to see this family sad. He wanted to make this family happy all the time.
"Joker, brother Gou Sheng promises you that I will protect your family... until the end!"
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