Chapter 47 Expressing Filial Piety
“Thank you, old lady.” Wen Mingqian stood up.
“Come here.” Mrs. Gong motioned for her to come closer.
Wen Mingqian stepped forward as instructed, and Mrs. Gong directly raised her hand to lift her left sleeve.
More than three inches above the wrist, there are dense scars, varying in length, old and new, which are shocking to look at.
Everyone who saw it gasped, except Wen Mingqian who still lowered his eyebrows and remained as calm as water.
"These injuries..." Seeing the scars on Wen Mingqian's arms, Mrs. Gong no longer doubted, "These eighty volumes of scriptures are equivalent to draining the blood of two living people!"
"Grandma, my mother is very pious when copying scriptures. She not only fasts all the year round, but also burns incense and bows before copying scriptures before writing.
Every time I copy a word, I recite the Buddha's name, just asking for the blessing of Dharma, and bless my grandmother's happiness and health. "Gong Chang An explained for his mother, "My mother had decided to copy scriptures for my grandmother from the beginning, and it was not just a whim.
The reason why we returned without warning this time was not only because the plague was really scary. The scripture has been completed, but no reliable person can be found to escort it back to Beijing.
Grandma, my grandson knows that you are the most loving person in the world. If the cat or dog is injured or hungry outside, they will naturally run home to seek shelter.
My mother and I are the same. When we can no longer support ourselves, the only ones we can turn to are my grandmother and father. "
"Oh, old lady, listen to how pitiful this child is. Webster wiped his tears and said, "I think it was only after becoming mothers that my siblings understood the painstaking efforts of being parents."
I understood that the old lady was sincerely interested in her, and she said that good words are not as good as good deeds. This box of scriptures is enough to show the sincerity of the brothers and sisters. "
"Thank you, sister-in-law, for your explanation. Although I have written these eighty volumes of scriptures, I still feel guilty. Wen Mingqian smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, "I just hope that the old lady will take pity on our mother and son and allow us to fulfill our filial piety by her side." ”
There was a moment of silence, and even the wind outside the window seemed to have stopped.
"As the saying goes, you can't look at the Buddha's face without looking at the monk's face." Mrs. Gong said, "Apart from these scriptures, I can't give up my grandson. That's all, you already You are sincere and filial, so why would I embarrass you?”
Mrs. Gong was not happy about Wen Mingqian’s sudden return.
But she also knows that since people have come back, they cannot be driven out again without any reason.
Just like Wen Mingqian said, Gong Changan is the flesh and blood of the Gong family, how can he live outside for a long time?
I had proposed to take the child back a few years ago, but Gong Xu refused to agree, even until Gong Changan was seven years old.
She hadn’t seen Gong Changan before, so she didn’t think anything of it. Now that I see this child being so sensible and caring, I can't help but feel regretful.
Besides, Wen Mingqian also gave him enough steps. Originally, he disliked her for her untamed temperament, but now it seems that these seven years have polished her into a much more sensible person.
Besides, it doesn’t look like the second wife has a concubine all year round.
Wen Mingqian is the real lady after all, and she will stop others from gossiping when she comes back.
"Thank you, old lady!" Wen Mingqian folded his hands, "My daughter-in-law must fulfill her filial piety and serve her mother-in-law."
"Chang'an thanks my grandmother. Grandma accepted her mother's gift, and please accept her grandson's gift as well." Gong Changan said. "Oh, you little devil, what good things do you want to give me?" Mrs. Gong asked with a smile.
Gong Changan took out a carved sandalwood statue from his arms, held it in his hand with great care and said: "Grandma, this is yours carved by my grandson's own hands. Small portrait."
"Let me take a look." Mrs. Gong took it and looked at it carefully.
Webster also took a closer look and said with a smile: "Don't say it, it's really similar."
Others also thought it was quite similar.
At this time, Mrs. Song was already furious. She did not expect that Wen Mingqian had used less than a stick of incense to win over the old lady who was originally very disgusted with her.
How did she come up with the idea of writing blood menstruation? Why didn't she bleed dry?
There is also Gong Changan, who at such a young age managed to coax an old woman into a coma with her clever words and words, and she had already forgotten what happened seven years ago!
Now that everyone was praising Gong Changan for his skillful hands and the lifelike carvings of the portraits, she could no longer bear it and said, "I really didn't expect that the fourth young master has such ability at such a young age, but he has never seen an old lady before. How was it carved? "
"As long as I can remember, my mother has painted portraits of my grandmother and father for me to look at often. My mother said that although she was in Qing Dynasty, I could not be filial to my grandmother and father. But you also need to know the appearance of your grandmother and father, so that you won’t be unfamiliar with them when you see them again, and you will only feel friendly." Gong Changan couldn't understand what Song meant, and knew that she was questioning him in public, so he said. He said, "If my aunt doesn't believe it, I can carve another one in front of everyone."
As he said this, he took out a carving knife and a small piece of wood from the bag he carried with him, and carved out a face in just a few strokes. Come.
The wood he carved for Mrs. Gong was sandalwood, while the piece in his hand was made of more ordinary peach wood, which is soft and can be carved faster.
Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw the human face he carved.
With a fat head and round face, dead fish eyes, and a toad mouth, who else could it be if it wasn’t Zhang Ma?
“Look, this child looks exactly like Yu An when he was a child. He is just as naughty and coaxing.” Wei Shi pinched Gong Changan’s little face and said, “But your brother Yu An is older. I’m either studying or traveling every day, so I can’t be around the old lady all the time. Now that you’re back, the old lady has some pistachios again.” So fast, I didn’t even care about the deportment I usually maintained deliberately.
Mrs. Gong said she was tired and asked everyone to leave.
But he kept Gong Changan by his side and asked him to live with him.
When had she ever kept Gong Baoan by her side?
The only two sons she has loved most have always been Dafang's two sons. Although she doesn't hate them, she doesn't think highly of them.
That's all. After all, I have gotten used to it over the years, but why can Gong Changan, who I just met, be so favored?
He also doesn’t have four eyes and six ears. How can he be better than Gong Baoan?
"Little madam, little madam, wait a minute, you are pregnant now!" Mrs. Yang followed Song and said uneasily.
"What's so great? I don't care about it at all. Didn't you see it? You said I was pregnant, but the old lady just said yes and asked me to come back and take care of her." Ms. Song said angrily, "I have many grandchildren. It’s not rare!”
“Little madam, please be careful not to let anyone hear you.” Mrs. Yang whispered, “What can I do about the master? The old lady doesn’t know yet!”
"Hmph!" Mrs. Song stopped, glanced eastward with a resentful look, and said, "Don't even think about it! Find a way to get through the words and let them worry and worry!"
(End of this chapter)