The girl's crying gradually stopped, and she choked up: "I was originally a daughter of a poor family, and I fell in love with the boy next door as a childhood sweetheart. Later, my father made a lot of money in business, so he didn't allow me to associate with him, and promised me to others My father said that if San Lang could pass the exam, he would agree to our marriage. But San Lang failed the exam. My father found someone for me the day before yesterday, and I will get married the day after tomorrow. San Lang learned that he couldn’t get sick and wandered around the gates of hell. I Thinking, if this is the case, I don’t want to live anymore.”
He sighed: "So that's how it is... It's just a pity to die like this."
The girl chuckled, full of helplessness: "But what can I do..."
He was silent, this kind of thing that affects the marriage in the world...he couldn't change it, and said sadly for a long time: "I can't help you, I'm sorry, girl."
Instead, the girl forced a smile to comfort him: "This matter has nothing to do with you, so don't blame yourself."
After speaking, he slowly got up and left, his back was very lonely. He looked at the girl and suddenly felt that he was useless. He can't control matters related to life and death, and he can't control matters related to marriage. He didn't dare to inquire about the girl's news, he was afraid of knowing the follow-up, such as the girl's death, Saburo's death, or her life is not good... I always feel that I have failed her insistence of coming to incense for thirty-two consecutive days .
After a long time, a tea shed was built next to it, and there were many chattering people. Somehow, it mentioned a girl from a certain rich family. One person sighed: "The girl from the Lin family is good-looking and has a good temper. Why did she marry that worthless young master of the Qi family? She has everything to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble. Such a good girl is really in vain."
Another person asked: "Didn't you say that you refused to marry at the beginning?"
"It was said that her mother forced her to die, so the girl married. The Qi family master did not know where he heard that the Lin family girl had an old friend, and treated her very badly. Later... oh, that girl went crazy."
His heart skipped a beat, crazy, crazy
"I heard that there really seemed to be a lover who went to take the imperial examination, but failed in Sunshan, and later died of illness at home. It's a pity that the two people's lives were cut off."
The more he heard it, the less he liked it. It would have been great if he had made a move at the beginning... But even so, there is no way to change it.
Ugh.
He tried his best to make himself forget about it, and then he really forgot it slowly, after all, it took such a long time. It's just that he is neither a fairy nor a ghost, and he will grow older. After a long time, he is already a middle-aged man.
One day, I was humming a tune in the temple by myself, when I suddenly smelled a bad smell, I looked around and saw a six or seven-year-old boy urinating in my small temple! He was furious, and raised his palms to blow a strong wind, but someone else came over and said, "My child, this land master is very effective, you can't offend him."
The boy put his trousers away and asked before he tied them up, "Is it really smart?"
The man said: "Of course, it is famous far and near."
"Can everything be done?"
"Yeah, remember to bring incense candles."
He was proud and blushed slightly when he heard that, when did he become such a powerful land lord.
In the afternoon, the boy came again. He took a few broken and dirty incense candles from his pocket, lit them with a fire for a long time before lighting them up, and bowed in front of him: "God, let my mother get well soon."
He looked at the dirty thing in front of the house with disgust, patted it with his hands, and slapped it away. But after a while, the boy picked it up again, and inserted it seriously: "Let my mother get well soon."
He leaned there, yawning, and when he left, he took a sniff. This incense candle was picked up from another temple, so can't you be sincere when you come to pray
For several days in a row, the boy would bring this kind of dirty joss stick, and only say "let my mother get well soon" after worshiping. Even the people next to him laughed at him, "Is your mother getting better?"
Now this business road is not as lively as it used to be, and there are fewer people walking, and naturally there are much fewer incense sticks in front of the gate. Occasionally, he misses the days when the incense was at its peak and he ate very full every day. But even if there are fewer now, he can't tolerate boys bringing such inferior products!
In the middle of the night, in his dream, someone suddenly slapped him. He woke up startled, and saw the boy take a brick and smash it on his face. His little hand: "Why don't you bless my mother, aren't you very spiritual? Why do you bless them all, but you don't help my mother."
He was about to have a fit, but the boy started crying: "Give me back my mother...give me back my mother..."
The cry was so desolate that he didn't like it when he heard it, so he put it away, forget it, and don't bother with him. Turning around to go home, but thinking about it, does he have any secrets? After hesitating for a moment, it's all right, he is just a small person, and in a few decades, he will die of old age, so what else can he do to help others.
After thinking about it, I went back.
A few days later, the tea shed next to it that had stood for more than 20 years was suddenly demolished. Looking at the flag with the word "tea" written on it, he suddenly remembered that when it first opened, it was very lively at that time. People are bustling with each other, with their front feet sticking to their back feet. For some reason, I thought of that girl from the Lin family again...
Once upon a time, there was such a devout person who came to offer incense. It doesn't seem to be any different from the boy's. The only difference is that one uses good incense and the other uses inferior incense. But whichever it was, he was of no help. He thought for a long time, finally found the boy's breath, and flew there.
Even if he can't help, he can at least feel at ease.
When I found that place, it wasn't really a house at all. It was in tatters everywhere, and when I pushed the door, it collapsed immediately. Dust and go in, there is not even a table inside. After searching back and forth, I found the boy curled up in a corner, already emaciated, holding his arm, which could be removed almost immediately.
The boy's eyes were slack, he looked at him for a long time, then he suddenly grinned and said, "Father, you are finally back..."
He froze for a moment, and the boy said again: "But mother is already dead...why did you come here now?"
As the word "lai" fell, Dou Da's tears rolled down from his emaciated eyes. Tears were like magma, and he shivered all over, he hugged him subconsciously, and said in a steady voice, "Father is back, don't be afraid."
"Well… "
In just an instant, he heard joy and satisfaction from this voice. Just saying this sentence, he is so happy? Looking at the dilapidated wall, he suddenly understood why the boy always came to those inferior incense candles, because he couldn't afford them at all...
"Don't be afraid, Dad will take you to buy delicious food."
"delicious… "
He picked up the thin body, and just as he walked out the door, a strong beam of light pierced him, causing him to stop suddenly. He held his breath and looked down at him, already... no longer moving.
Unspeakable pain surged, and he thought of the long-forgotten girl from the Lin family...
It really wasn't his fault, but he seemed... salvageable or something. But he didn't do anything, just watched them go to a dead end.
Returning to the small temple in a daze, the few sticks of incense stained with dirty muddy water at the door were still stuck there, and he remembered the words of the boy and the girl of the Lin family. Not even the slightest bit of pity. He stared blankly at the remaining incense, picked it up and blew it up, smelling the ethereal fragrance, suddenly felt that these incenses were actually the best.
After a long, long time, one day, an old woman strayed off the road and entered this desolate place. She saw a small temple that looked like ruins, and bowed before her: "My wicked daughter-in-law drove me out again." The house is closed, I beg the Lord of the Land to bless her and let her treat my good wife better."
After a while, he saw a puff of smoke wafting from the temple, which was about to wrap him tightly, and then an old voice whispered in his ear, "As you wish, go to sleep..."
The old woman looked up and saw that she was already at the door of the house. Her son and daughter-in-law were smiling at her and calling, "Mom, the meal is ready, let's go home."
She was stunned, hesitating, when suddenly she was pushed and stepped into the mist, her voice was still ethereal and alluring:
"Dream."
The three words fell, and the dream suddenly collapsed. What the spoon sees has changed places again.
Lonely... Regret... Helpless...
Just looking at it, I can feel the great pain in the old man Tang Hua's heart.
In a trance, his cheeks were slightly cold, and he was crying. Before he raised his hand to wipe the spoon away, there was already a warm palm on his face, wiping away the cold tears. She looked up, the scholar's eyes were gentle, she didn't say much, and her heart was at ease.