"Uncle, why are you standing in the middle of the road? You will block the mountain and sea beast from transporting things. This is not good."
Ximen Yan lowered his head and saw a little girl standing there. She was very young, and even in the world of demon painters, she was at an age that was ignorant.
"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, you kid, why did you run out alone again?"
"Um," Xiaoyun's mother looked at Ximen Yan. She didn't recognize him and thought he was Shanhaiguan who came to work here: "Sir, I'm really sorry for disturbing you."
"Oh, it's okay."
"kid."
Ximen Yan liked children very much. He squatted in front of Xiaoyun and asked with a smile: "Uncle asks you, if I can't stand here, then where should I stand?"
"It should be like this..."
What Xiaoyun said was clear and logical. A child of such an age only knows so much.
In other words, it is precisely because she is a child that Xiaoyun can speak like this, being carefree and not having to worry about anything, just doing what she likes.
"Little girl, you know so much," Ximen Yan said, "When you grow up, do you want to be a veteran?"
"What is Ge Jiubing?"
Xiaoyun looked at Ximen Yan doubtfully. However, before Ximen Yan could be disappointed, the girl suddenly pointed at the statue: "I want to be the Baojiaxian."
The people in Fucheng don't know what "Ge Jiubing" is, they only know "Bao Jiaxian".
But Ximen Yan found such a childhood dream to be ridiculous and very unrealistic.
Ximen Yan asked the woman: "Is this okay?"
"What?"
"It's hard to be an old soldier."
The woman is an adult, so she should be more realistic. As for a child, Ximen Yan has seen too many dreams and such things. Just like when he was a child, he wanted to be a servant of Eternal Sky to measure the movements of the heavens.
But what's the result?
Dreams are just dreams after all. The cruel reality will let you know that if you only have dreams in life, there will be nothing.
"Sir, maybe it's your first day here, but..."
The woman asked Ximen Yan to look around: "But do you think we have a hard life?"
"We are doing the same thing every day. Even as a child, we know not to stand in the middle of the road. Come here and remind us," the woman said gently: "This is our life. Since it is life, why do we feel bitter?"
Woolen cloth?"
When habits become a part of life, when everyone abides by the rules, stops bullying others arbitrarily, starts to be reasonable, and is willing to show empathy.
Nearly tens of millions of people in the entire Buddha City plane have become accustomed to this kind of life, and are willing to work together to maintain it.
Is it hard to be a retired soldier?
But they are doing things to reform old soldiers every day, and everyone does their best. If one day, their lives become disordered, it will be unbearable.
Some people may think that being a good person is very hard, but when you regard doing good deeds as a daily routine, or even everyone regards doing good deeds as a daily routine, is it really that hard?
After all, there are only a few people who need help, but the number of people who can lend a helping hand is dozens or even hundreds of times greater.
"But where did so many people come from?"
Ximen Yan asked this most critical question: How could there be so many reformed soldiers and so many good people?
Everyone is selfish. Even if there is one reformed soldier, two or three, it will be a drop in the bucket. What can such a small number of people do?
"Sir," the woman looked at Ximen Yan in surprise: "Didn't you take a good look around you just now?"
Following the woman's instructions, Ximen Yan looked around again, and this time, Ximen Yan saw people and things outside his eyes.
People come and go here, and everyone is doing their own thing. They help others repair their houses, help each other, and when one person has done something well, they go to help others to do it together.
The children were playing, but none of them disturbed the others.
These were all very small and extremely common things, but it wasn't until the woman asked him to look at them that Ximen Yan truly realized that the results Bao Jiaxian wanted had already been realized in the Buddha City.
His world is a world of money and materialistic desires.
It was very realistic there, with nothing but money and interests, so he also believed that the whole world was like this and everyone should be like this.
Bao Jiaxian was afraid that if he died, the Buddhist city would be in chaos again, and his efforts would be in vain.
But now, looking at this place and these people, Ximen Yan realized that even without Baojiaxian, they were no longer the same people as they were in the past.
'If you only live in your own world, you will find that the whole world is the same as what you see.'
The words that seemed to be criticism were lingering in Ximen Yan's heart again, which made him very uncomfortable, as if Bao Jiaxian was better than him even if he died.
"Okay, Xiaoyun, we're going home."
"Oh, goodbye uncle."
Seeing the mother and daughter leave, Ximen Yan understood.
A single spark can start a prairie fire. With one person's life, he can bring up nine million people, and then let each of these people bring up more people.
Reforming the old soldiers does not force you to do something, but teaches you by words and deeds, and infects more and more people with your dedication time and time again.
Maybe many people will laugh at them, saying they are fools and doing useless work.
But even if only one person is infected by them and is willing to follow in their footsteps and continue walking, that is still a kind of inheritance.
And, why not think on the bright side if not one, but two people were infected?
"So what if there are two? It's just that ridiculous."
Ximen Yan did not want to acknowledge Baojiaxian, so he turned around and walked towards the distance, but the shadow of Baojiaxian's sculpture enveloped him.
"Tsk."
Ximen Yan walked forward quickly, but the sculpture was so big that it seemed like he couldn't get out no matter what.
"What do I care? It's none of my business if he dies. I'm a pawn boy, not an old soldier!"
Ximen Yan looked to the side. The shadow was long but not wide. Why should he move forward? He could just walk to the side.
However...
A white cloud floated in the sky, blocking the sun. The cool cloud shadow roared from the distance. It enveloped this Buddhist city and Ximenyan.
"Sir, why are you standing here?"
"Sir, are you the Shanhaiguan who came to rebuild the Buddhist city?"
"Sir, are you lost? Tell me your occupation as a mountain and sea official, and I will take you to their resting place."
People in Fucheng are very polite and friendly.
But why?
Why don't they know themselves? He is Ximen Yan, and it was he who paid for the reconstruction of this Buddhist city.
And their new home was rebuilt by him who spent countless Shanhai coins, used favors and sacrificed face from all over the world to invite the best Shanhai officials!
Why does no one know you? You only know money, but not him?!