Give time life, not life time - Pascal.

Later, in order to find Mazima and Old Lady Song, Wei Qian and others almost turned the entire city over, but the city was too big, and all the clues that came before them were all stolen.

Some people said they were seen appearing near the artificial lake in the park, some said they were walking towards the moat, and some said that they had seen two old and disabled women in an abandoned bridge hole.

However, they finally got nothing.

Mazi's mother and old lady Song were gone just like that.

Xiaobao was the one who was most affected by this matter.

If possible, no one wanted her to know about this, but the two people who were together day and night disappeared and it was impossible to hide it from her.

When my parents passed away, Xiaobao was too young and ignorant and could not remember it for a long time, but grandma was different.

Grandma is her closest person.

She was originally a little girl who was not aware of the wind and rain in the Garden of Eden. Old Mrs. Song's departure dragged her into the world without any warning. What came towards her was the sword wind of time that she had never valued and had never truly experienced. When she saw blood, she felt the pain of her skin.

During that time, Xiaobao always stared blankly without warning. Occasionally, she didn't know what she thought of, and she would cry when she turned around. She remembered that she had a fight with her grandmother, she was angry with her, and she always felt that training and exams were more important, and she would involuntarily ignore her.

When Old Mrs. Song died of cold and hunger, when she looked around the world for the last time and found that there was no one in the city who knew. Looking around, she looked at her eyes full of strangers, would she regret the decision she made when she was so angry?

No one knows.

She may be desolate and sad, or she may step into the kingdom of death with one foot and feel at home.

It was all a fate that was just a matter of thought. Old Mrs. Song cut off all the possibilities of a terrible future and continued herself in the blood of her relatives in another form.

Later, Mrs. Xiong's sister-in-law Chen Lu was gone either.

I don’t know if she is peaceful. I think there are so many unsatisfactory things in her life, so I shouldn’t be willing to accept it?

She was too young, not a funeral, and the funeral was held silently and solemnly, and everyone in the company could go to.

Compared with his successor Wei Qian, Lao Xiong seems particularly gentle. He is dedicated and rich, and he is not old. He is indeed not very good-looking. However, middle-aged men are rare in visually beautiful, so they are not a disadvantage.

After Chen Lu's death, a small group of people once had the idea of ​​"Mrs. Xiong". Some were just simple concerns and wanted to introduce him to a new partner, while others had bad intentions and tried to end their own shortcomings.

Unfortunately, these people stopped short of time - because Lao Xiong did something particularly extraordinary.

He divided the family wealth, and his own parents were richer than him, so he didn't have to worry about it. Therefore, Lao Xiong divided the property into two, leaving half to Chen Lu's parents, and donated half to a temple in the suburbs of the city. Then he shaved his head and went in to be a monk.

It is said that because of his outstanding economic contribution to our Buddha, Lao Xiong went in and worshipped him directly under the abbot and became a senior disciple who was a senior.

After so many years, he actually became the fool who was hiking on a pot in a mountainous area with low oxygen deficiency.

Later...

Wei Qian parked the car and dragged out the newly bought large suitcase from the trunk. Some things were already in the box, which he thought he needed. The box felt very good when picked up, and it was very capable of holding things. It was not heavy, it looked very strong and looked good - of course it was good. Wei Qian picked it for a long time before he picked up such the most expensive one.

This does not conform to Wei Qian's personal style. Although he has long been out of touch with "poverty", he has not become a squandered nouveau riche as he imagined. Most of the money spent from his wallet and private cards is not bought for himself. Chairman Wei is still an impressive and stingy person.

If he needs something, he will go into a store and buy the ones that are of medium or even low price. All his clothes are the same basic styles, and the shirts are not fancy white shirts - so that you don't have to buy a lot of tie to match the clothes.

To be honest, if it weren't for his own spirit and appearance, others would probably think that he was either a salesperson selling insurance or a sales office when he saw this young man.

He was still driving his ragged Little Mai Ruibao, so whenever he needed to go out to meet people, he had to change his transportation tools to the company's bus to avoid being seen as too shabby.

Of course, he was not willing to use this suitcase for himself. Wei Qian carried it upstairs and placed it at Wei Zhiyuan's door. He reached out and knocked on the door to attract the attention of the person in the room with his back to him. Then he turned around and left without saying a word.

Wei Zhiyuan turned around and his brother had already left. A sound of closing the door came not far away.

He stood up, silently dragged the box into the room, reached out and rubbed the handle of the suitcase. Then he hesitated for a moment, walked to Wei Qian's door, stood quietly for a long time like a punishment, and raised his hand that wanted to knock on the door three times, and put it down three times.

After that bizarre annual meeting, the two of them were in this state - Wei Qian still did everything he could for Wei Zhiyuan, but he always treated him as air. If he had to talk to him, he would be as short as a telegram and would never look at him in the eyes.

According to Wei Qian's usual temper, he would definitely be furious.

Wei Zhiyuan was sobered by his punch and thought he would get beaten up next time. On the way home, he even thought that Wei Qian might break off relations with him and never interact with each other from now on.

But none of them.

A series of things that happened later made them both exhausted. Wei Qian had no time and no energy to beat him up.

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

When it was late at night, Wei Zhiyuan would reflect and reflect for no reason. He found that things like "one knife and two pieces of sword are broken, and both jade and stone are burned" can only be done by himself. If the eldest brother has a little emotional support in his heart, he will never go to that point.

Wei Qian's love for his younger brother and sister has become something as undetectable as the background color in his calm and quiet day after day. Now, it is highlighted in such a resistant attitude.

Wei Zhiyuan felt some kind of attachment that was about to remain as dying as he was - now, he was leaving.

Leaving was not his idea. One day, Wei Qian printed out the enrollment information of several famous foreign schools and placed it in front of Wei Zhiyuan with a card with a deposited money. He didn't mention anything, and everything was left unspeakable: You can do it yourself.

A year later, Wei Zhiyuan completed the application and a series of procedures. He was about to leave on the next day's plane with his admission letter and fly to a strange country more than ten hours away.

The person he loved was on the other side of the earth. The long time difference made the ancients' "sharing the beauty of the moon together from thousands of miles away" an impossible illusion.

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

He sat aimlessly on the bus and walked through the entire city through the streets. This place was much different from more than ten years ago. At first glance, the change was almost unrecognizable. At that time, Wei Zhiyuan never thought that this place would end his wanderings.

...Later, he didn't expect that this place was not his last stop.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't know how far he had taken the bus. The bus drove all the way to the terminal. He was the only passenger left in the carriage that could squeeze people into photos in the city.

The flight attendant looked at the young passenger in a strange way and came over to remind him: "Young man, the terminal is at the end and get off the bus."

Wei Zhiyuan woke up like a dream and got off the bus in a strange place in a daze.

Sometimes, the suburbs of the city are as far away as the county town next door. Wei Zhiyuan first didn't realize what this place was. He stood on the side of the road for a while and saw an illegal "one-day tour" group. The tour guide held a small red flag and was leading the way in front, followed by a row of tourists who were as tired as dogs.

A few words floated into Wei Zhiyuan's ears. He heard the name of a certain temple. After a while, he remembered that this seemed to be the place where Lao Xiong became a monk.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't know what his mentality was, so he followed the group of tourists all the way to the temple gate. He originally wanted to take a look, but he didn't expect to meet Lao Xiong, but he didn't expect to see the guy at the ticketing point.

I saw the old bear holding a big, bare bald robe, wearing a cassock, collecting money and delivering tickets in one hand, and still spitting out to tourists: "Do you buy incense? This temple has a very good wish - the female donor who wants to ask for peach blossoms, please queue up here. Today is a special offer, buy incense and get the peace talisman, the master personally opens the brilliance, etc. Today, only female donors are allowed, don't sneak in that young man over there!"

Wei Zhiyuan: "..."

After a large wave of tour groups passed, the old bear took a break, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his wide sleeves, picked up the mineral water next to him and poured half a bottle in one breath, and then sighed with a long comfort: "Amitabha!"

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

The old Xiong looked up and saw him, and was a little surprised. He quickly waved his hand and called the young monk a half-year-old to take over, and asked Wei Zhiyuan: "Xiaoyuan? Why are you here?"

Wei Zhiyuan smiled bitterly.

The old bear looked at his expression, thought for a while, and said, "Okay, since you are here, follow me to the Zen room where I live for a while."

Wei Zhiyuan nodded casually, just about to raise his heel to him.

Lao Xiong turned around and added: "Wait a minute, you buy the ticket first. We are a small business, you are not allowed to evade tickets by relying on acquaintances."

Wei Zhiyuan had no choice but to take out a handful of change, and he understood that Lao Xiong's so-called "becoming a monk" was to blaspheme Buddhism.

The temple is in the mountains. In the hot summer, the lush vegetation on the mountains is protected as a tourist area, and each one is full of greenery.

After passing through the front yard where tourists were everywhere, Lao Xiong took Wei Zhiyuan into the back yard where "tourists stopped", but it suddenly became quiet inside.

A long-haired dog lying at the door. He was not surprised at all when he saw the person. A little monk was cleaning the yard. When he saw them, he politely greeted Lao Xiong.

The sound of knocking on wooden fish and chanting scriptures that seemed to be there and there were nowhere near and far melted into the long-lasting cicada chirping, the incense and candle disappeared, and the feeling of "the pure land of Buddhism" came to my face.

This is an ancient temple, and there is no doubt that the Zen houses are very dilapidated. Of course, as the rich man in this temple, the place where Lao Xiong lives is already in the best conditions.

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

Wei Zhiyuan took it up and tasted it, but felt it smelled of a rough tea stem. He looked down and saw that the tea leaves inside were stretched and rolling up and down, dancing gracefully, all growing very rough branches and leaves, as if they were directly stroking on a big willow tree, and the leaves he had made tea for the guests to drink.

So he put down the water cup again.

Lao Xiong asked: "It's almost dinner. Have you ever been here from afar and told your family? Do your brother know?"

Wei Zhiyuan hung his fingers on the edge of the cup, turned the wet teacup around, and whispered in a irresponsible manner: "My plane is going abroad tomorrow."

Old Xiong was stunned at first, then he was silent for a moment and sighed: "It's good, you will be a 'returnee' in the future. You will be more promising than us... at least promising than me."

Wei Zhiyuan mechanically raised the corner of his mouth, and he thought: Come back? Can I come back?

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

"It's okay, but I don't make pork stewed vermicelli in the kitchen, so I think it's strange." Lao Xiong sniffed, "Why, do you want to come too?"

Wei Zhiyuan smiled and said nothing - he didn't tell Lao Xiong that the moment he saw the mountain temple from afar, this idea really came to his mind... but later it was cancelled by the ticket office's buy one free one.

"Don't come, you have ten feet of soft world in your heart, so you will definitely not be able to stay." Lao Xiong said, remembering something, his tone became quiet, and he said with a little self-deprecating self-deprecating, "I'm different. My ten feet of soft world has turned into colorful clouds and drifted away."

Wei Zhiyuan asked: "What else do you do every day besides selling tickets and incense?"

"What are you selling? How ugly? The monk is also a younger brother who wants to eat. My main business is still a meditative practice. I just occasionally regard the temple as my home and try every means to create some income for everyone."

Wei Zhiyuan didn't care about him and asked, "What are you doing?"

Lao Xiong said: "Haisi, I practice my own 'I Dharma empty and existing' and cannot learn the 'four and six perfections' arrangements in the Mahayana. I just want to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and have no intention of saving all sentient beings and bringing others. If you come to me for comfort, just save money."

Wei Zhiyuan shook his head: "I didn't plan to ask for comfort, I've given up."

The old bear sneered: "Young man, do I believe you?"

Wei Zhiyuan remained silent for a long time.

The two of them were speechless for a while, and Lao Xiong finally couldn't help but speak again.

"I am a person standing outside the threshold. No matter how shocked you are, you will not be shocked by me. I will give you a few advice." Lao Xiong said, "When I first met you, I told your brother that you are a very 'thin' person. I have not had much contact with you in the past few years, but every time I see you, I feel that you are getting thinner and thinner, almost as thin as a cicada's wing."

Wei Zhiyuan said calmly: "Brother Xiong, are you saying I am very narrow-minded?"

"Yes, I mean that with wisdom," Lao Xiong admitted frankly, "think about it, what do you feel is the most insurmountable thing in your life, the most unobtainable thing, and the most unbeatable thing?"

Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything, and a look of pain appeared on his young face. Old Xiong knew who he remembered without asking.

However, he just waved his hand without any pity: "You want to say it's your brother? You little boy who can't pass the adolescence... your brother can't even take care of you. How unfair you said he was, it's inexplicably the biggest psychological trauma in your life."

Wei Zhiyuan's fingers were about to pinch into the teacup.

Lao Xiong: "Young man...it's good to leave. Look at the outside world. Give yourself ten minutes every day and think about how you have lived for more than 20 years. Qian'er is not your problem, a child. Even if it is contrary to morality, as long as he lives well, it is not your problem. If you have too many problems, you will still be yourself."

Wei Zhiyuan looked up at him blankly.

Lao Xiong pointed to the dilapidated futons and walls in his meditation room: "I'm here today, so you can sit here and practice Zen well. I'll go out to sell tickets. Some things, if you think clearly, you will be invincible, and if you can't figure it out, you will be trapped in it. Your brother... He will be like this in his life, and you still have a chance."
Chapter completed!