Portable Museum

After finishing the business, without leaving a scarred face, he said goodbye and left with good eyesight.

Satisfied with Scarface for the time being, Zhang Junping got up and sent him out of the yard.

Excited with scar face.

Just as she was about to turn around and go back to the house, she saw Tian Shumei coming in from the outside.

"Sister Tian, ​​why did you come back today?" Zhang Junping asked curiously.

Immediately, she frowned, looked at the tired and haggard Tian Shumei and asked, "Sister Tian, ​​how did you do this? Also, what's the smell on you?"

"It's okay, I did some work for the workshop, so I got a little dirty." Tian Shumei forced a smile.

"Help in the workshop? Sister Tian, ​​your trade union still needs to help with the workshop?" Zhang Junping frowned, "Is someone bullying you?"

Zhang Junping helped Tian Shumei join the trade union.

Zhang Junping's predecessor, just moved into the courtyard less than a year, Tian Shumei's husband

Sick and died.

At that time, Tian Shumei worked in the workshop of the chemical fertilizer factory.

Once, Tian Shumei was so tired that she couldn't take it anymore, she hid in a corner and cried secretly, but Zhang Junping saw her, and she was moved with compassion, so she helped find someone to transfer Tian Shumei to the labor union to go to work.

"No! Nothing! Who in the factory dares to bully me!" Tian Shumei hurriedly explained, fearing that Zhang Junping might misunderstand.

"It's good that no one bullies you, Sister Tian, ​​although I'm moving out, we've been neighbors for more than two years after all.

You must speak if you have something to do. " Zhang Junping exhorted still not at ease.

"I see, thank you, Pingzi." After thanking Tian Shumei, she entered the room.

Seeing Tian Shumei enter the room, Zhang Junping shook his head and went back to his own room.

Thinking of going to the farm tomorrow, Zhang Junping took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the space.

Spread it out on the table of the Eight Immortals, take out another paperweight, and press it well.

I got a little water on the inkstone and started to grind the ink.

Adding fragrance to red sleeves and studying ink with plain hands are the realm pursued by ancient literati.

In fact, it is the man's lustful heart that makes trouble again.

At this time, Zhang Junping was studying the ink, thinking at the same time, if only Qiu Wenyan was here, to help him study the ink.

He watched himself write, and then gave him a little look of admiration.

Gee!

At this moment, Tian Shumei opened the door and walked in.

At this time, Tian Shumei had finished washing and changed her clothes.

He had just washed his hair, his hair was still wet, and his face was still flushed with fresh hair, which was very charming under the light.

"Sister Tian, ​​what's the matter?" Zhang Junping looked up at Tian Shumei and asked.

"Pingzi, are you going to write?"

"Yes! Write a few words to your friend." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Pingzi can also write big characters? Then I'll grind ink for you! I'll take a look too, I don't know you can write big characters yet." Tian Shumei smiled and stepped forward to help Zhang Junping grind ink.

"Hehe! I said just now that there is no shortage of ink, paper and inkstones, only people with red sleeves to add fragrance, who study ink with plain hands.

I didn't expect it, Miss Tian, ​​you're here! "Zhang Junping joked with a smile.

"My plain hand, let it go, don't you want to scare those talented masters so that they can't write?" Tian Shumei stretched out her hand and said with a smile.

Tian Shumei's hands were supposed to be slender, but because of frequent work, her knuckles were a bit thick, plus her hands were calloused and cracked.

Zhang Junping felt a little distressed. A woman like a flower was about to wither at an age when it was supposed to be in full bloom.

"Sister Tian, ​​I can't let you study ink for nothing. I'll write you a set of characters first." Zhang Junping calmed down and said with a smile.

"Okay! You write it well. Sister Tian will save some money and frame it later." Tian Shumei said jokingly, not taking it seriously.

Zhang Junping smiled, didn't speak any more, picked up the pen, filled up the ink, and wrote little by little on the paper.

Suffering is the foreshadowing of flowers blooming, and winter always prefaces spring.

On the twentieth day of the ninth month of the Wuwu year, it was presented to Sister Tian, ​​Zhang Junping.

"Sister Tian, ​​what do you think of my words?" Zhang Junping put down his pen and asked with a smile.

"It's so beautifully written!" Tian Shumei murmured as she looked at the large characters on the paper.

Her mind is not at all on the quality of the words, but on the content of the words.

Suffering is the foreshadowing of flowers blooming. It’s really good to say, but do I still have time to bloom?

Others always persuade myself, and sometimes I also persuade myself, it will be fine when the child grows up.

really?

The child is old, and I should be old too.

Maybe this is my fate.

Tian Shumei thought wildly and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Sister Tian, ​​what's the matter with you? I admit that my handwriting is good, so you don't have to be moved to cry, right?" Zhang Junping was startled when he saw it, and quickly persuaded.

"Pingzi, my sister is suffering!" Tian Shumei lost her composure at Zhang Junping for the first time, said this bitter word for the first time.

As soon as the bitter words came out, the original sobbing turned into howling.

Zhang Junping didn't persuade him, but just put away the words he had just written and replaced them with another one.

Dip the ink again and write with a swipe.

"The mist on the other side is flowing, can someone find me; the other side is prosperous, can someone cross me.

All living beings are suffering in all kinds of ways, how can we ferry people, only ourselves. "

1Chapter 16 Set a small goal for you

Zhang Junping finished writing, looked at Tian Shumei quietly, waited until she stopped crying, and then said: "Sister Tian, ​​Brother Zhou left early, and leave the whole family behind, there are old and young, what do you think?" You are bitter.

However, who in this world is not suffering?

Your mother-in-law lost her husband in middle age and lost her son in old age. Is she suffering?

The old lady Yang at the intersection has been waiting for her husband for 50 years. Is she suffering?

Also, Aunt Wang, the eldest son is serving his sentence in prison, the younger son is going to the countryside to educate youth, and the daughter is almost thirty, and she has no date yet. Is she suffering?

And I.

Handsome, talented, suave and rich.

But the country only allows one wife, do you think I am suffering? "

"Pfft!" Tian Shumei laughed at Zhang Junping's last question.

Snot bubbles are sprayed out.

Tian Shumei was so ashamed that her face flushed, she hurriedly lowered her head to wipe it off, not daring to look at Zhang Junping.

"How is it? Does it feel better to cry?

Buddha said: All living beings are suffering, let go and be at ease.The world is empty, only people suffer in it.The vicissitudes of life are too short.

The emptiness of heaven and earth lies in the lack of desire, allowing all things to change freely in it, it is still peaceful.

In fact, to put it bluntly, this sentence is to let you accept your fate.

Once you accept your fate, you will find that many sufferings in life are just like that. "

"Accept fate? Why should I accept fate? I'm only 27!" Tian Shumei said miserably.

"What if you don't accept your fate? Can you let go of your ambition? Are you willing to marry a widower and be a stepmother?

Or marry someone with a handicap?Or marry someone who is idle and lazy? "

"Why do I have to marry those people?"

"This society is unfair to women, and it is even more unfair to young widowed women like you.

In the eyes of most people, you are a widow, you should marry these people. "

Thinking about what she had experienced in the past few years, Tian Shumei's eyes turned red and she wanted to cry again.

Zhang Junping quickly said: "So!

All living beings are suffering, only self-crossing!

As long as you keep improving, nothing is impossible.

In the Tang Dynasty, there was a widow who became the emperor.

In the Qing Dynasty, there was a widow who controlled the government for decades and was known as Lafayette.

There is a widow in our country. Everyone who sees her should call her "Mr." and get the first-class salary.

It can be seen that nothing is impossible in this world.

All beings are suffering, or let go, everything is empty.

Either cross by yourself.

The smoke and waves on the other side are flowing, and only by crossing by yourself can you enjoy the prosperity on the other side. "

"Pingzi, why do I feel that you are different today?"

"I'm still me! It's you who are different!

It's been so many years since I moved here, and it's the first time you're crying in front of me.

It was also the first time I came to my house dressed like this. "Zhang Junping pointed to Tian Shumei's exposed pink neck.

"My sister is tired, I can't take it anymore!

You accept my sister!

My sister will make love to you! "Tian Shumei stared blankly at the front and murmured.

"Hehe!" Zhang Junping walked behind Tian Shumei, gently supported her shoulders, and said with a smile: "Is it difficult to do the work of anti-urea bags? That money is not something you can earn by a woman."

"Ah! How do you know?"

"I saw you just now, with a tired face, a smell of urea on your body, and an obvious indentation on your right shoulder. You said you went to the workshop to help with work.

I can't figure it out anymore, and I don't have to do it as a buyer. "

"Hmm! I want to make more money so that I can buy a house for the two Huaizhi brothers in the future.

However, after working for an evening, I couldn't bear it.

Is sister useless?You are born to give people a life of love!

You are right, admit your fate!

Once you accept your fate, there is nothing to be afraid of. "

"Aren't you afraid that someone will poke Huaizhi's back?"

"I'm afraid of others, but you, I'm not afraid!"

"Because no one believes that you will fall in love with a widow." Tian Shumei grinned bitterly.

"Okay, sister Tian, ​​wake up!" Zhang Junping patted Tian Shumei's head.

"Go to Caishikou Pigeon Market tomorrow and find a man named Kou Dashan, who is very recognizable and has a scar on his face.

Just say I let you go.

Let him give you the goods, and you can just sell them in the pigeon market.

It is no problem to earn ten or eight yuan a day.

After making a small fuss, he bought a house for Huaizhi and said that his daughter-in-law would be fine.

If you have the ability, it is the material for doing business, I will invest in you and make you the boss. "