Dage

Give time to life, not to life—Pascal.

Later, in order to find Mazi Mom and Song Song, Wei Qian overturned the entire city, but the city was too big, and all the clues that came to his eyes were finally catching the wind.

Some people said that they saw them near the artificial lake in the park, some people said that they had gone in the direction of the moat, and some people said that they had seen two old and one disabled women in an abandoned bridge hole.

But they finally found nothing.

That's it for the numb mother and the old lady Song.

For this matter, the most affected is Xiaobao.

If it was possible, no one wanted to let her know about it, but the two people who lived together every night said they disappeared and it was impossible to hide her.

When his parents passed away, Xiaobao was too young to be sensible and could not remember it, but grandma was different.

Grandma is her closest person.

She was originally a little girl in the Garden of Eden who did not know the wind and rain. The departure of Granny Song dragged her into the world without warning. Oncoming was a knife of time that she had never paid much attention to and never experienced. The wind, seeing blood, is the pain of cutting skin.

During that time, Xiaobao was always in a daze without warning. Occasionally, she didn't know what to think of, and she would turn to tears when she turned around. She thought of arguing with her grandma, thought of herself, and thought of training and exams. Will involuntarily ignore her.

When Granny Song was dying of starvation, when she looked around the world for the last time, and found that there was no one in the city who knew her, she looked away, and her eyes were all strange, and she would regret the moment she was hot. Made a decision?

Nobody knows.

凄 She may be desolate and sorrowful, or she may feel right at home in the country of death.

She was a fate with a single thought, and Granny Song cut off all the possibilities of the terrible future. In another form, she continued herself in the blood of her loved ones.

Later, Xiong Xunzi Chen Lu was gone.

I do n’t know if she is peaceful. Would n’t you be reconciled if there are so many discomforts in her life?

She is too young to be mourning. The funeral was done silently and solemnly, and everyone in the company could basically go.

Compared with his successor, Wei Qian, Lao Xiong is extraordinarily temperamental. He is too old, he is not too old, and he does not look very good. However, it is rare for a middle-aged man to look beautiful. It's not a disadvantage.

After Chen Lu's death, a handful of people had the idea of ​​"Mrs. Bear". Some just cared and wanted to introduce him to a new partner. Others had bad intentions and tried to make up for themselves.

It's a pity that these people died shortly afterwards-because the old bear did something special.

He divided his family's wealth, his own parents were richer than him, no need to worry about it, so the old bear divided the property into two, half left to Chen Lu's parents, half donated to a temple in the suburbs, and then shaved himself Bare his head, go in and become a monk.

It is said that because of his outstanding economic contribution to the Buddha, the old bear went directly to the abbot door after entering, and became a close disciple who entered late and was a senior.

After so many years, he actually turned back to the idiot who bought pots on foot in the cold and anoxic mountains.

after that……

谦 Wei Qian parked the car, and towed out the newly bought large suitcase from the trunk. The box had already been filled with some things that he thought were needed. The box was very good in picking up, it could hold things, not sink, looked strong, and looked good—of course, Wei Qian picked for a long time, Only to find such a most expensive.

This is not in line with Wei Qian's personal style. Although he has no relationship with "poor" for a long time, he has not become a profligate upstart like he imagined, spending from his wallet and personal card. Most of the money out is not for yourself, Chairman Wei is still an impressive deadlock.

If he needs anything, when he walks into a store, he must buy one of them with a medium price or even a low price. All his clothes are the same basic basics, and his shirts are all white shirts without any fancy-so you don't have to buy a lot of ties to match your clothes.

To be honest, if it was not his spirit and appearance, when others saw this young man, Bacheng would think that he was either an insurance seller or a sales office.

He is still driving his ragged little Mai Ruibao, so whenever he needs to go out to meet people, he has to change his mobility tool to the company's bus, so as not to be seen as too shabby.

Of course, this suitcase was not for him. Wei Qian walked upstairs all the way, put it in the doorway of Wei Zhiyuan, reached out and knocked on the door to draw the attention of the person with his back to him in the room, and then kept silent Turn around and leave.

Wei Weiyuan turned his head back, his brother had gone, and there was a sound of closing the door not far away.

He stood up, silently dragged the box into the room, reached out and rubbed the handle of the trunk. Then he hesitated for a moment, walked to Wei Qian's door, stood for a long time like a penalty station, and raised his hand to knock the door three times, and let it go down three times.

After the strange annual meeting, the two of them have been in this state-Wei Qian still does everything he can for Wei Zhiyuan, but always treats him as air, if he must talk to him, it will be as short as a telegram. Save the environment and never look into his eyes.

按照 In accordance with Wei Qian's usual temper, he would definitely be furious.

Xi Wei Zhiyuan was awakened by his punch at that time, thinking that he would suffer a stinky meal next time, and on his way home, he even thought that Wei Qian might sever the relationship with him, and never died.

I haven't.

A series of events that happened later made them both struggling. Wei Qian had no time or energy to beat him.

As for the worst ending conceived by Wei Zhiyuan ... he realized afterwards that he had underestimated his brother's feelings, even though that feeling was not what he wanted.

In the dead of night, Wei Zhiyuan would have self-examination and reflection for no reason. He found that things like "one cut and one cut, jade burning" can only be done by himself. Whenever there is still a little relationship in his brother's heart, he will never leave To that step.

Wei Qian's affection for his younger brothers and sisters has been changing day by day, becoming almost as imperceptible as the background color, and now, instead, has been highlighted in such a resistive attitude.

Wei Weiyuan felt his kind of nostalgic attachment—to this day, he is about to leave.

It wasn't his idea to leave, but one day, Wei Qian printed the admissions information of several famous foreign schools and put it in front of Wei Zhiyuan together with a card with money saved. Saying nothing: You take care of it yourself.

One year later, Wei Zhiyuan completed the application and a series of formalities. He was about to take an admission notice, leave by the next day's plane, and fly to a strange country more than ten hours away.

The person he loves is on the other side of the earth, and the long jet lag makes the ancients' "thousands of miles together" an impossible illusion.

Wei Zhiyuan still did not alarm Wei Qian in the end, he went out alone.

He sat aimlessly on the bus and walked the streets across the city. This is far too different from a dozen years ago. At first glance, the change was almost beyond recognition. At that time, Wei Zhiyuan never thought of it here. Will end his wandering.

Alas ... He didn't realize that this was not his last stop.

Zhiwei Zhiyuan didn't know how far he had traveled by bus. The bus drove all the way to the terminal. There was only one passenger left in the carriage that could squeeze people into photos in the urban area.

The flight attendant gave a strange glance at the young passenger and came over to remind him: "Young man, the terminal is off and I get off."

Wei Weiyuan woke up like a dream and got out of the car in a strange place.

Sometimes, the suburbs of the city are as far away as the county town next door. Wei Zhiyuan first did not respond to what this place was. He stood on the side of the road for a while and saw an illegal "day trip" group. The guide held up a small red flag and spearheaded the way in front, followed by a row of tourists tired of dogs.

One of the commentary words drifted into Wei Zhiyuan's ears. He heard the name of a certain temple. It took him a while to remember that this seemed to be where the old bear came from.

Xi Weizhiyuan didn't know what kind of mentality he was following. He followed the group of tourists all the way to the gate of the temple. He wanted to have a look at it. He didn't expect to meet the old bear. He didn't expect to see the goods at the ticketing point.

I saw the old bear wearing a dazzling bald scoop, wearing a dreadlock, collecting money in one hand and handing the ticket in one hand, and not forgetting to spit and sell to the tourists: "Does Shi mainly buy incense? The temple makes a wish very spiritually- The female donor who is looking for a peach blossom, please line up here. Today's special sales, buying incense and giving a peace charm, the master personally opened it, etc. Today, only female donors, you guys over there, don't mix in! "

Wei Weiyuan: "..."

After a large wave of tour groups passed, the old bear rested, wiped the sweat on his forehead with wide sleeves, picked up a half bottle of mineral water at a stretch, and then sighed comfortably: "Amitabha!"

Only then did Wei Zhiyuan have the opportunity to walk over: "I thought you were here to clean up."

Lao Xiong looked up to see him, and was a bit surprised. He beckoned and called a half-large young monk to take over, and asked Wei Zhiyuan, "Xiao Yuan? Why are you here?"

Wei Weiyuan smiled bitterly.

Lao Xiong looked at his expression, thought for a while, and said, "Okay, now that you are here, go with me to the Zen room where I live for a while."

Wei Weizhi nodded with no reason, just about to raise his heel to catch up with him.

Lao Xiong went back to add a sentence: "Wait a while, you buy the ticket first, our small book trading, you must not rely on acquaintances to escape the ticket."

Wei Weiyuan reluctantly took out a handful of loose change. He understood that the so-called "monk" of the old bear was a special trip to desecrate the Buddha.

The temple is in the mountains. On the hot summer day, the lush vegetation on the mountain is protected as a tourist area, and each one is green.

I walked through the front yard full of tourists, and the old bear took Wei Zhiyuan into the backyard of "Stopped by Tourists", but the inside was suddenly quiet.

There was a long-haired big dog lying at the gate of the door, and he was not surprised when he saw people. A young monk was cleaning the yard and met them. He greeted the old bear politely.

There are sounds of knocking wooden fishes and chanting in the distance, melting in a long-standing cicada, the scent of incense, and the feeling of "Buddha Gate in a clean place."

This is an ancient temple, there is no doubt that the Zen room is very broken. Of course, as the rich man of the temple, the place where the old bear lives is already the best.

Lao Xiong burned a pot of hot water and made Wei Zhiyuan make tea.

Wei Zhi took a sip from the far end, only feeling the smell of a thick tea stalk. He looked down and saw that the tea in it stretched up and down, dancing and dancing, all growing very thick branches and leaves, like a slap directly on the big willow tree. The leaves are made for guests to drink tea.

Then he put down the glass again.

Lao Xiong asked, "It's almost dinner. Do you come here all the way, have you told your family? Do you know?"

Wei Weiyuan hung his **** on the edge of the cup and turned the wet tea cup in a circle, whispering unansweredly, "My plane tomorrow is about to go abroad."

The old bear was a moment, then he was silent for a moment, and sighed: "It's also very good. In the future, you will be" returnee ", and it will be better than us ... at least better than me."

The corner of Wei Zhiyuan's mouth raised mechanically, he thought: Come back? Can I still come back?

He changed the subject bluntly: "How does it feel to be a monk?"

"It's okay, it's just that the kitchen doesn't make pork noodle soup, it's strange." The old bear sniffed. "Why, you want to come too?"

Wei Weiyuan smiled and didn't squeak--he didn't tell Lao Xiong, and the moment he saw the mountain temple from afar, he really had this idea in his mind ... But it was cancelled by the ticket office to buy one, get one free.

"Don't come, you have ten feet of soft red dust in your heart, you must not be able to stay." The old bear said, remembering something, his tone went down, and he said with some self-deprecation, "I am different, my ten feet is soft Red dust has turned into Caixia and floated away. "

Wei Zhiyuan asked, "What do you do every day, apart from selling tickets and incense?"

"What's sold? How unpleasant? The monk is also the younger brother who wants to eat. The poor monk's main business is still a cleanup, but he occasionally uses the temple as his home to find ways to generate income for everyone."

Wei Weiyuan didn't care about him, and still asked, "What do you cultivate?"

The old bear said, "Xinchen, I am practicing my" I have nothing to do ". I ca n’t learn the set of" four shots "and" six degrees "in Mahayana. I just want to get rid of the bitter sea myself. If you come to me for comfort, save it. "

Wei Weiyuan shook his head: "I didn't plan to ask for comfort, I've lost my heart."

Lao Xiong chuckled and said, "Boy, I believe you?"

Wei Weiyuan remained silent for a long time.

The two of them were speechless for a long while, and the old bear finally couldn't help talking.

"I am a person standing outside the threshold. You are shocked and scared not to be here again. Let me give you some advice." The old bear said, "When I first saw you, I told your brother However, you are a very "thin" person. I haven't had much contact with you in recent years, but every time I see you, I feel that you are longer and thinner.

Wei Weiyuan said calmly, "Brother Xiong, are you saying that I am very narrow?"

"That's right, with Huigen, that's what I mean," the old bear admitted frankly. "Think about it. What do you feel is the most insurmountable thing in your life, the least accessible thing, and the most invincible thing?" "

Xi Weizhiyuan didn't speak, the obvious pain appeared on the young face, and the old bear knew who he thought of without asking.

However, he just waved his hand without pity: "You want to say it's your brother? You little boy who can't live adolescence ... your brother hurts you too late, and you say how wronged he is, somehow it became The biggest psychological trauma in your life. "

Wei Zhiyuan's fingers were about to get into the tea cup.

Lao Xiong: "Young man ... It's okay to go, look at the outside world, give yourself ten minutes a day, think about how you've lived for more than two decades. Qianer is not your problem, kid, Even if it ’s paradoxical, as long as he is alive and well, it is not your problem. You have more problems, but in the final analysis it is you. "

Wei Weiyuan looked up at him blankly.

The old bear pointed at the broken futons and walls in his zen room: "Today is here too, so sit here and take a good zen. I'll go out and sell tickets. There are some things that you can't destroy without thinking about it. If you know clearly, you will be trapped inside. Your brother ... This is the way he is in his life, and you still have a chance. "