One of the images is that of Guanyin, the Goddess of Mercy who grants children. If Nie Zhao had a wish, he would want another child.
Human greed knows no bounds; he also wanted a girl whose personality could complement A-Yuan's, so that they could have a son and a daughter.
But if it weren't for Chen Rou, this Ru kiln Guanyin statue, like many of the rare treasures under Boss Wen's name, would have been treasured forever, only receiving incense offerings from the Wen family, and would never have returned to the Nie family, much less to its former blessed land, Dayu Mountain. That's why he asked the Bodhisattva for a child.
But of course he would first ask his wife what her wishes were; only if she had none would he make a wish.
Whether peaceful reunification counts as a wish or not, Nie Zhao himself doesn't know, but he said, "I guess so."
If we're going to count, then the spot for this wish belongs to the wife.
Nie Zhao felt a little disappointed and sad. After all, in his mind, he should have children and raise them when he was in his prime. Then, when he reached the age of Boss Wen, his children would be like his second daughter, capable of standing on their own.
But since the lady has her own wishes, and the Bodhisattva was brought back by her, those wishes naturally belong to her.
But Nie Zhao said that his wife didn't need to kneel; he could kneel alone.
But she did not get up; instead, she remained kneeling with him.
A little while later, A-Yuan got bored playing elsewhere and came back. Chen Rou pulled him over and made her son kneel down with her.
The adults remained silent, the bald nun chanted sutras, and A-Yuan dared not make too much noise, obediently kneeling down.
When the auspicious time arrives, we should set off by yacht to Lantau Island Cemetery.
There was also a group of people waiting at the cemetery. The cemetery was open, and since Nie Zhao was the son, the coffin needed to be wiped clean again, and a whole set of rituals were performed before the matter was considered settled.
Of course, this only meant that their family's affairs were over. The nun still had to lead the monks in chanting sutras every day for half a month, and she would be chanting on behalf of the Nie family before the ritual could be considered completely finished.
Actually, the son and wife didn't need to kneel, because when Nie wrote the memorial tablet, she wrote "dai" (代).
Nie Han knelt in place of her two good-for-nothing brothers, while he knelt in place of his wife and son.
Regarding marriage, his views differed from others. He didn't believe that a woman had to go through thick and thin with a man to have a true relationship with him, and that men didn't necessarily love women who would suffer with them.
Take Han Yuzhu, for example. In order to accompany Nie Rong into the real estate market and acquire land, she even resold her family's treasured Ru kiln Guanyin statue to someone else. But did Nie Rong love her?
Not only that, but during the time when Han Yuzhu was critically ill, Nie Rong didn't even show her any respect.
Nie Zhao didn't need his wife to accompany him and endure the hardship of kneeling all day.
If Mao Zige was armed with Sovietism and Huo Qi only wanted to defend Hong Kong, then Mrs. Nie's mind was full of Marxism-Leninism. She didn't say she was disgusted by all kinds of tedious religious rituals, but of course she didn't like them.
She has been saying lately that after the handover, she wants to find a house in mainland China and live there.
Nie Zhao was afraid that if he became too superstitious, his wife would scoff at him even if she didn't say anything, and might not come home after his return.
Strangely, Nie Tai, a staunch Marxist-Leninist, knelt with Nie Zhao for most of the day.
A Yuan was the same; except when he was breastfeeding or eating snacks, Chen Rou would make him kneel down until the entire ritual was over.
Kneeling all day is much more tiring than fighting all day; your knees suffer.
Nie Zhao helped his wife up, personally massaged her knees, and said, "You don't need to work so hard, why bother?"
Nie Han was also rubbing his knees and said, "Xiniang doesn't believe in Buddha, why kneel for so long?"
Chen Rou said, "But your grandmother is so outstanding, she gave all of us the life we have today, so it is only right to kneel before her."
The ritual was over, and she looked at Nie Zhao: "You still need to chat with the nun for a while, right? We'll head down the mountain now; we have an appointment."
Nie Han pinched A Yuan's cheek and said, "We've arranged to meet a beauty today, a real beauty."
The group was chatting and laughing when a huge, colorful butterfly suddenly flew over and landed on A-Yuan's shoulder. The child was naturally surprised, not to mention his parents, who had never seen such a large and beautiful butterfly before.
The butterfly landed on A Yuan's shoulder, fluttering its wings continuously.
Nie Han couldn't help but reach out and exclaim, "Wow, what a beautiful butterfly!"
The butterfly seemed to have a spirit of its own; it flew over and landed on Nie Han's hand.
It wasn't afraid of people at all, and when Chen Rou reached out her hand, it flew over and landed on Chen Rou's fingertip.
Although A-Yuan has a bad temper and hits hard, he has kind hands. The little snails he secretly raised are still undiscovered by his nanny because she hid them well. He only plays with them and has never killed one.
He raised his little hand again, and the butterfly actually left his mother's finger and flew to him. It fluttered around for a while before landing on A-Yuan's hand. A-Yuan held his finger up high, motionless, and said, "Dad, look, look!"
As Nie Zhao grew older, he became more and more superstitious. Of course, everything he experienced made it impossible for him not to be superstitious.
He imitated A Yuan, reaching out his hand and calling out in his heart like a child: "Mommy, is that you?"
His eyes were filled with tears, and he choked up, afraid of scaring the child. He didn't dare to make a sound, but murmured in his chest: "Mommy, is it you? You've come to see your little A-Zhao, right?"
As if responding to his wish, the butterfly fluttered down and landed directly in his palm.
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