It was freezing cold, and the cold wind cut through people.
Because Grandfather Song Gudu did not like the liveliness of the city, he moved to the deer park outside the Song family's residence with a few old servants.
The deer park was spacious, and there were no buildings around to shelter them from the wind and rain, so the place they were at was chilly, and a gust of cold air was pouring in from all directions.
Grandfather and grandson crouched under the eaves of the corridor, like two old farmers waiting for a fat rabbit that could hit a tree stump at any time.
Song Tao gazed at the branches of the wintersweet tree under the cold moon. "It's so dark, I don't know when they will bloom. Why don't Grandfather go back to the room to sleep first, and wake up early tomorrow to see the trees blooming, wouldn't that be a big surprise? "
"It's not the same." The old man stubbornly said.
Song Tao smiled. "How is it not the same? Don't you just want to admire the plum blossoms? Plum blossoms like the cold, and their flowering period is also long. Didn't you say there would be a heavy snow tomorrow? In the snow and ice forest, there will be no peach and plum mixed in the mortal world. Suddenly a night of fragrance spread out, scattering the fragrance of heaven and earth. This charm, this artistic conception, isn't that what Grandfather wants? "
"I want to hear the sound of flowers blooming." Song Gudu said.
Song Tao chuckled. "Grandfather, how can there be a sound when flowers bloom?"
"You see, you don't understand this? You call yourself a painter, you only see the shape and don't hear the sound, how can you break through the tenth realm of painting? "
Being scolded by his grandfather, Song Tao did not feel unhappy or difficult to accept, but instead felt a strong sense of attachment and reluctance.
He was very sure what happened when he prayed for his grandfather, and he clearly knew what that omen represented.
Even if he was lucky, or he hoped it was just a nightmare.
He did not want to see that kind of omen, or he would rather not accompany Cui Xiaoxin to Thousand Buddha Temple to burn incense and pay respects to Buddha.
This was the pain of a prophet.
You know the sorrow that is coming, so it is difficult to enjoy the present peace.
"In that case, I will accompany Grandfather here today. I want to see if the wintersweet flowers really make a sound when they bloom. "Song Tao looked at the delicate skin on his grandfather's neck.
Song Gudu was not old at all, and even looked quite young.
He had entered the Withered Glory Realm when he was fifty-one years old, and it took him nineteen years to break through three stages, from the low-grade Withered Glory to the starry sky.
A 70-year-old Starry Sky master was already one of the most powerful beings in the entire West Wind Kingdom.
Also, because the Song Family was very knowledgeable, they were known as the Imperial Library. The compilation of the Empire's ancient books and the revision of the calendar were all manipulated or directly handled by the Song family. Therefore, Song Gudu had another nickname, the Eye of the Starry Sky.
Song Gudu was like a pair of eyes in the starry sky, silently watching the rise and fall of this huge empire, as well as the fierce or feminine schemes and vendettas.
Some people said that there was nothing in the Empire that Song Gudu could not solve.
There were also people who said that there was nothing in this city that Song Gudu did not know.
Lu Xingkong was a hero of his generation, a god in the army. At its peak, he commanded millions of soldiers of the West Wind Kingdom.
It was also under this old man's push that Lu Xingkong's military power was seized again and again. In the end, it became a nominal position that only had a high salary but did not care about swords and soldiers.
It was also under the obstruction of this old man that it was difficult for Lu Xingkong to seek the position of Left Minister, and was known as an impossible thing to happen.
"Walk like a tiger, but have a heart like a fox. It is not good for the country. "This was Song Gudu's evaluation of Lu Xingkong.
Because of this sentence, the latter half of Lu Xingkong's life was almost crushed to death in a quagmire.
If it were not for the thousands of years of savings of the Lu Family, because the Lu Family had been generals for generations, most likely the Lu Family would have been wiped out because of this sentence, swallowed up by others without even bones.
This powerful old man was about to die.
"If you want to look then look, but don't make a sound." Song Gudu once again made a silent gesture. "Every blade of grass and every tree has a spiritual nature. If a hen is disturbed when laying eggs, it will most likely pull back its eggs. If the plum blossoms hear the sound of a human voice, what do we do if the flower buds that have emerged are pulled back? "
"Grandpa, can the blooming plum blossoms be pulled back?"
"Of course."
"Well then. I'll listen to Grandpa, from now on, I won't say a word. However, if the plum blossoms don't bloom, you can't blame me. "
"It will bloom." Song Gudu looked up at the sky, the cold moon had disappeared at some point. The sky was like an ink plate, and the black wind was like the howling of a wolf. "It's going to snow."
"It's going to snow." Song Tao glanced at the darkness in the sky, knowing that winter was coming. Before, Song Tao had always been fearless, and felt that there was nothing in this world that he could not solve. But when he saw large masses of blood gushing out of the Bodhisattva's eye sockets, Song Tao began to be afraid.
He was afraid that the old man in front of him would leave, afraid that the Song family would collapse.
The old man no longer spoke, and Song Tao also did not speak.
The two quietly crouched under the eaves, staring unblinkingly at the plum blossoms closest to them.
The night was getting darker, and the wind was getting stronger.
Then there was a gust of wind, and the temperature plummeted.
In the whistling cold wind, there was a white feather hovering in front of them.
It swayed and floated in the air.
Song Tao teasingly reached out to catch the feather in his hand.
The old man's body suddenly propped up, a strange brilliance blossoming in his eyes.
Song Tao withdrew his outstretched hand, staring at the scene in front of him with a look of astonishment.
The ordinary plum tree was exuding rings of silver luster.
On the pitch-black craggy branches, one, two or three small buds were emerging, like countless little black beans were growing on the branches.
Under the grandfather-granddaughter duo's gaze, the little peas blossomed bit by bit, emitting an almost inaudible yet melodious sound.
It was the sound of flowers blooming. It was the sound of winter snow.
It was the joy in the depths of their hearts.
Song Tao's eyes widened. "I heard it, I really heard it — —"
Song Gudu's expression was also overjoyed, his pale face turning red, as though he had drunk two taels of plum wine.
"The flower blooms to see Buddha, did you see Buddha?" Song Gudu's gaze was fixed on the plum blossoms that were still blooming, asking casually.
Song Tao's expression stiffened, then he smiled and said, "Grandfather, I did see Buddha. I saw a lot of Buddha. I recited the 'Medicine Buddha Mantra' in front of Buddha, praying to Buddha to bless you with peace and joy. "
With a smile on his face, Song Gudu asked, "Did Buddha agree?"
"He agreed." Song Tao said with a smile.
"Buddha agreed, would you still be in such a hurry to come back to see me?"
"Grandfather — —"
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