Zhong Mingxia really wanted to stay, but Jia Huanhuan said no, so she asked Brother Changsheng to chat with her grandfather for a while. She was used to being in the backyard of Beilin all day long.

But Beheye still stayed, watching Wan Changsheng busy with timidity.

It was late at night and the mourning hall was still very lively outside. The stage team playing and singing and singing were the sounds of the monk chanting scriptures as the background. The flowing table during the day has now become a mahjong table, and the sound of the people was so crowded that it was not as if the death of an elder.

Wan Changsheng did not shed tears until dawn, so he took the two wooden basins of grass and soil carried by the villagers and made a statue next to the coffin.

Standard half-body clay sculptures, and the traditional method of vegetation and clay in the temple.

Because it is different from the sculpture system to enlarge and replace the material, the temple is made directly towards the final clay Buddha, and it will inevitably crack after it is done.

Therefore, a large amount of hay and wheat straw must be mixed in the loess, which is equivalent to adding a pulling connection force like blood vessels and meridians to the middle of the mud.

The wisdom of the ancients is actually interspersed in every detail in our lives.

But this vegetation mud tire looked quite creepy at first.

The soil that was photographed together was a bit human-shaped, but was made like a haystack by grass-roots wheat straw.

The haystack with a human head and half-hearted body is like a mummy, still next to the coffin.

This made Beheye, who tried hard to convince himself to stay in front of the hall, kneeling on a futon that was originally used to pay tribute to the villagers, and secretly wrapped his black robe tightly.

Sun Erniang was watching the sixth way while playing cards, and signaled Aunt Zhou to take a jacket and put it on the Arabian girl.

Even though it is already beginning of spring, the spring is still chilly and thoroughly in the evening in the countryside.

Beheye was a little grateful and a little arrogant, and only looked at the middle-aged woman who was obviously a servant and did not speak.

Still keep your eyes on Wan Changsheng.

Wan Changsheng moves very quickly, without using that set of Italian sculpture knives, it is a pointed knife in the traditional technique. He starts to slap the soaked yellow mud onto the grass and wood mud tires, and the inside is breathable and loose, so that the outside can be tight and fine.

He was fully focused on the clay sculpture in front of him, and he would not be surprised by the figures and noise outside, nor did he need photos of his grandfather. He was presented little by little based on his feelings in his mind.

After my father passed away, my grandfather taught me all his skills carefully, not to mention the countless lonely times in the stele forest. My grandfather hunched over and handed over his last bit of inheritance to his grandson.

This deep emotion contained cannot be explained by indulgence and crying and grief.

Wan Changsheng doesn’t need to be done for anyone to show it.

He would rather pour his emotions into the statue in this way and seal them up.

Life is the only way from birth to death, and separation and eternal separation are an indispensable part of life.

It’s ridiculous that most people pretend not to see it and insist on amplifying this pain heart-wrenchingly.

Only by deeply entrust your emotions can you have a brighter mind and face the next life.

So since he sent Huanhuan and his friends away, Wan Changsheng focused his whole heart and soul on his work.

You can also gently tell the sculpture in front of you what you think.

When my grandfather was still here, Wan Changsheng would not trouble the old man with these new era views that needed to reverse his thinking. Now is just to describe what the future will be like, and to make his determination more firm.

He stayed in the mourning hall to make clay sculptures. Neighbors and relatives were used to it. No one was disturbing him and would not even take a look at him.

Only grandpa is the one who can make immortality become a Bodhisattva.

Only in Beheye's eyes, the loneliness and timidity gradually disappeared. It seemed that this big boy, who had always been very arrogant in her eyes, also had moments to pray or confide.

It's a pity that she basically doesn't understand.

Only when I saw the originally irritable mud head gradually became smooth and clear.

This is the clay sculpture technique that Wan Changsheng is most familiar with, and it is completely different from the avatar made in the sculpture system.

It does not pay attention to the direction of facial muscles and bones, just like the characters in Chinese paintings, with wide leather, big faces, thick eyebrows and long noses, which is the classical style of the appearance after grasping the characteristics of appearance.

It looks very similar to the styles of ancient emperor portraits that people are familiar with, and it is indeed more like the Bodhisattvas in the temple.

Wan Changsheng now wants him to make a super realistic portrait, which makes people sigh that the lifelike grandfather's avatar is no longer technically difficult, including the statue he made for Beheye, which has also increased the difficulty of the veil on the basis of realistic portraits.

If we develop towards the method of showing off our skills, we can become a famous artist by just doing super realistic genres, but that is basically a talent instinct without thinking.

He tends to add thinking in his works, just like the previous West Asian sculpture, which changes from stainless steel to white marble.

Changes in lines from cubes to soft feminine.

They are all showing beauty.

However, this statue of grandpa absolutely does not have any grief and grief, and is full of humor, innocent and naughty.

Using the solemn sculpture technique of the Bodhisattva Buddha statue, there is a little bit of left and right asymmetry, and then a little bit of the old man's cunning temperament begins to appear around the eyes, which is a kind of transparent spirituality.

Wan Changsheng didn't realize that he always had a smile on his face: "My ultimate goal is to turn Guanyin Village into a tourist attraction company with four families. All the villagers should work in the company, paying attention to rules and regulations, but it is definitely impossible at this time, right? So take your time, as long as you move early, this is a health-preserving process, slowly letting everyone follow the benefits. If the incense is really driven to wither and taste this good time that is rare in a thousand years, and if there is a slight decline, it will be a scene of life-threatening collapse. Do you think?"

"This is not a life-and-death struggle, but a little change step by step. I am very patient. Since I was a child, you said I was patient, didn't you?"

The old man in the clay sculpture raised a little bit of his mouth and agreed with a smile.

This took five or six hours!

After two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, Wan Changsheng put down the clay knife exhausted, stepped back a little and observed the feeling of the whole statue. He did a chest expansion exercise with difficulty, relaxed his legs, and bowed to his grandfather's spiritual position.

This kind of country mourning hall is hung with black curtains in the middle, black and white photo frames, and incense and candle tablets, and there are passages on both sides to the coffin behind.

So Beheye, who was kneeling outside the hall, only looked at Wan Changsheng from a gap in the side, faced with his tired figure, and leaned deeply on the cushion to greet him.

Wan Changsheng was slightly surprised: "It's so late."

Beheye shook his head: "I want to wait for you."

Wan Changsheng looked back at the mourning hall: "I want to stay here all the time. This is the tradition of our Chinese to fulfill our filial piety."

Beheye whispered: "Then I will stay here with you, okay?"

Wan Changsheng didn't say that in the old habit, only the eldest son and grandson had this qualification, but instead reached out to help the girl who was actually kneeling and couldn't stand up: "Why?"

Beheye's answer did not disappoint him: "I want to know more about your country and your religion."

Wan Changsheng smiled and pointed to the seats filled with food in front of him: "Let's talk about it if you eat something hot."

Since we have to play mahjong for several days, there are even various chefs who can make it to order next to us. There are always people holding food for these mahjong scenes of dozens or hundreds of people, and they are always carrying food, truly implementing the spirit of weddings and weddings to the extreme.

Wan Changsheng helped Beheye ask for a bowl of mutton soup and brought him a bowl of fresh, spicy noodles.

Beheye was able to use chopsticks skillfully and helped Wan Changsheng hand it over first before he took off the veil and started to taste it.

On such a night, holding a bowl of steaming food will make the whole person feel that life is so beautiful.

Especially after standing like this for a few hours, Wan Changsheng felt more joyful to release his whole body.

Seeing that he finished eating noodles with joy, Beheye wanted to speed up his progress as soon as possible.

Wan Changsheng smiled: "The long night is long, and you don't have to worry. You can see a farther place in advance than those mediocre people. Then don't rush to make decisions, because mistakes are prone to panic. Now for you, you are no longer as anxious as you were when you first came to China, let alone worry about your sense of security. Chinese people are generally kind, especially for foreigners. We always want to show that we are a great country and cannot be embarrassed."

Beheye has been thinking: "This is your religion? Why do I feel different from us? You seem to be taking it seriously, but it makes me feel less serious. Lin also said you are not serious."

Wan Changsheng laughed: "Well, so I said you are very smart and have eyesight. When we Chinese are good, we rarely care about religion. For example, when we succeed, we rarely thank the Bodhisattva for thanking God. Even if we say it, it is just casual. We are really grateful to our parents, family, friends or boss. But once we encounter difficulties, we Chinese will believe in religion extremely, study exams, treat illnesses, take risks, etc., and we will come to the temple to worship Buddha and pray. Once we complete it, we will leave the Bodhisattva behind, and at most we will give a wish."

Beheye cautiously criticized: "You...this is wrong, you must believe in your whole body and soul."

Wan Changsheng shook his head: "We respect any kind of belief. As long as we do not harm people, do not confuse the public, or bewitch ordinary people, it can exist. Because in essence, we also advocate the power of the spirit. We worship gods and Buddhas to gain the strength of our hearts. As for which Buddha worship is really not important, at least it is not important to the people here, but we will not miss any opportunity to worship Buddha in temples, and we insist on our religious rituals that we think are good. For example, the rituals that we like to throw money on the Buddha statue the most. If I feel that I have paid the Bodhisattva, I feel at ease, the Bodhisattva should give me more, hahaha..."
Chapter completed!