While I was listening quietly, I suddenly saw a woman who looked like a layman walking by. I woke up and chased after the woman. The woman noticed me and turned around to greet me.
I hurriedly said to her: Sorry to bother you, I want to ask about something.
The woman said: You want to ask about spiritual practice, right?
I shook my head and said: No, no, I'm looking for someone. Then I gave Ye Qiang's mother's name. The woman looked at me and said: What do you want from her?
I said: I will bring her something.
The woman said "Oh" and said: I haven't seen her all morning, maybe she is releasing the birds up there. She raised her arm and pointed.
I immediately walked forward, climbed up a set of stone steps, and saw a main hall first. In front of the main hall was a flat yard, with a low wall surrounding the mountains on the side. Inside, there was a camphor tree several feet high. Under the tree stood a
A person wearing layman's clothes is exactly the back of an old woman.
I bit my lip, stepped closer to the back figure, and then coughed. But the back figure did not respond, and just quietly made the movements in her hands - she was holding a bird in her arms with one hand, and the other was holding a bird in her arms.
One hand slowly stroked the bird's feathers. There was a bamboo chair placed at her feet, and a cardboard box with many small holes punched in it, which should be a temporary bird house.
I stopped and focused my gaze on the old woman. The old woman was about sixty years old. She didn't look thin, but she looked light, that kind of frail lightness. Her face was a little dark, and she had gray hair and gray hair.
The color of the clothes made the whole person look very old, as if he had stepped out of a black and white photo. Although I was prepared, I was still surprised.
I took a step forward and walked up to the old woman. The old woman was stunned for a moment, as if she had just discovered me. I asked her: Are you Ye Qiang's mother?
The old woman looked like she didn't hear clearly. She tilted her head and stretched out her ears. I understood, so I raised my voice and called Ye Qiang's mother's name.
The old woman said: Are you looking for her? I am not her!
I said: Why are you not her?
The old woman put a hand over her ear and said: What did you say?
I had to raise my voice again and said: I asked her where she is now?
The old woman said: She went down the mountain to buy birds.
I asked: When will she come back?
The old woman tightened the little bird in her arms and said, "You can't say for sure. Maybe at noon, maybe in the afternoon, it depends on when there will be a bird seller on the roadside."
I didn't expect it to be like this, and I was stunned for a moment. I got up early and ran here just to rush back early in the afternoon. I had to go to work tomorrow. I sighed and muttered. The old woman asked me:
What did you say?
I said loudly: I want to watch you release the birds.
The old woman nodded, with a smile on her lips, and said: I have released more than ten of them, and there are still three left. After saying that, she measured her body, faced the empty distant mountains outside, and stroked it again with her hands.
He patted the bird's feathers a few times and then spread his palm. The bird didn't seem to be in a hurry. It shook its head and looked around again, then flew up the branch and disappeared into the dense forest.
Then, the old woman bent over and put her arm into the cardboard, and quickly grabbed a little bird. She let the bird nestle in her arms, gently stroked the bird's body a few times with her hand, and then let go. This
The little bird was relatively panicked. It jumped towards the branch above and flew far away before it could stop.
The old woman looked away from the sky and took out a bird from the cardboard again. This little bird was different. After being comforted by the old woman, it first jumped to the ground and walked a few steps, then flapped its wings and flew around at low altitude.
, flew around twice and then descended, landing on the old woman.
The old woman straightened her body, with a bright look on her face. She raised her hand to take the bird, stroked it slowly a few times, and was about to release her hand. I hurriedly took a step closer and said, "Wait a minute."
The old woman stopped her hand and raised her eyes to look at me.
I raised my voice and said: I mean, can you let me play it once?
The old woman understood and hesitated, but still handed the bird to me.
I took the bird, gently stroked the bird's feathers like the old woman did before, and then slowly opened my hand. The bird didn't move immediately, it froze its head and looked at me quietly. Only then did I notice what was in front of me.
This bird turned out to be so beautiful, with its body covered in various colors, and its round eyes looking like a child. My heart moved, and my eyes caught the bird's gaze. I don't know why, but I
Suddenly I felt that I had something to say. Yes, what does it matter if I say it now? I said softly in my heart: This bird, I can tell you something. Do you know? I am here.
In order to convey a word, I am not conveying someone else’s words but my own words: I’m sorry! Yes, just three words, I’m sorry!
I said again: I knew I had done nothing wrong, but I just wanted to say it. I said this to the bird in my heart, and then I made a sound: Yes - no - get up!
When the old woman saw me talking, she immediately put her ear to my side and asked me: What did you say?
I said to her in a low voice: I have said it, and I will stop worrying after I have said it.
The old woman said: I can't hear you.
I said loudly: I am asking, can this bird understand human words? At this time, I suddenly laughed, waved my hands, and sent the bird upward. This time, the bird did not stop and called twice as hard as possible.
The sound was like an arrow shooting into the air...
When she said this, her expression suddenly froze. I felt that her soul had returned to the temple at this moment, and her thoughts were flying with the bird flying into the sky. At the same time, I also
I understand why his description just now was so detailed, because it was the first time she performed such a mission. That mission had already been deeply engraved in her blood and soul, and it was also such a time.
The experience allowed her to complete the salvation of her soul.
The sunlight from outside spilled in through the glass, and her face, which was frozen there, was immediately shrouded in a hazy soft light. She was so beautiful at this time, so beautiful that I felt my own
Small and insignificant.
She is an angel and I am a devil. I said to myself in my heart, and immediately looked away from her face. The humbleness in my heart made me extremely ashamed, but the only trace of self-esteem that remained allowed me to continue sitting
here.
It was obvious that she was deceived by my false appearance and thought that the setbacks in my marriage were just a misfortune in life, but she had no idea of my emotional depravity and dissoluteness.
I was silent there. Later, she finally returned to reality from her memories, and I heard her asking me: "Why don't you speak?"
I was startled for a moment, and then said softly: "Xiao Min, the experience you just talked about moved me very much. I think we are two completely different types of people. You are so beautiful, but I am already thousands of years old.
It’s full of holes. To be honest, in front of you... I feel very inferior." (To be continued)