"Ruan Hai, come quickly, there is news." The voice of the village party secretary came. Ruan Hai kept telling Ruan Xingxing not to run around, and Ruan Xingxing agreed, and then went to see the village party secretary. After finishing speaking, he turned around and Ruan Xingxing disappeared.
Ruan Hai was about to rush up to find someone when he heard an exclamation from the intercom: "Ruan Hai, run! Flood! What a big flood!"
At the same time, the village party secretary shouted: "Damn it, an earthen dam upstream has burst! Run!" The village party secretary shouted with a loudspeaker while running. The villagers ignored everything and ran along. The scene was chaotic.
Ruan Hai became anxious and ran upstream. His wife and children were still up there!
There were screams from the intercom, and someone was shouting: "There's a landslide, you can't go up the mountain, run back! Ah... the water is coming!"
All that was left was the sound of water, and then nothing.
At that moment, Ruan Hai's mind went blank, and he was completely stupid. He only knew to run, run over, and find them. This was his only thought.
At this time, two soldiers ran over, grabbed him, and called him, but he couldn't hear anything. He just ran, but in the end the two soldiers had no choice but to knock him unconscious, pick him up and run towards the nearby mountains.
The scene turned again, Ruan Hai was kneeling alone by the river, his eyes full of sadness, and the village party secretary stood beside him. The village party secretary, smoking a dry cigarette, said: "Haizi, don't be sad. Those who are alive must shoulder the hopes of those who have left. You can't let the two of you down there still look at you and be unhappy, right?"
Ruan Hai remained silent.
"Shui Lian has been buried, and she passed away peacefully. It's just a pity that Xiaoxing's child has not been found..." At this point, the village party secretary also cried, muttering: "What a wonderful child..."
Ruan Hai still didn't speak.
The village party secretary continued: "Haizi, I know you feel uncomfortable. In fact, I feel uncomfortable too, but no matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to live."
Ruan Hai lowered his head and said: "If I hadn't been used to Xingxing and not let them come that day, these things wouldn't have happened. All of this is my fault... They all left, I am completely I can't see any hope of living. I feel so depressed..."
"Hope?" The village party secretary fell into deep thought.
Ruan Hai lowered his head and said nothing, his eyes filled with the will to die.
The village party secretary patted Ruan Hai on the shoulder and said, "I heard before that some people were washed away for dozens of miles in floods, but they survived in the end."
"Huh?" Ruan Hai suddenly raised his head and looked at the village party secretary with hope.
The village party secretary nodded firmly and said: "What I said is true. The flood is ruthless, but there are many variables. Most of the people's bodies have been found, but not Xingxing's. Maybe she is still alive."
"Still alive?" Ruan Hai's eyes brightened even more.
The village party secretary smiled and said: "Maybe he is still alive. If I were you, I would search hard. What if I find it one day?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ruan Hai suddenly stood up and rushed into the river. The village party secretary was startled, and when he was about to stop him, he saw Ruan Hai swimming! Then a fierce man got in...
I don’t know if it was a coincidence or if it was true, but when Ruan Hai came out again, he was holding a red scarf wrapped in mud!
"Secretary, this belongs to Xiaoxing!" Ruan Hai shouted excitedly.
"Yes, it belongs to Xiaoxing. Ruan Hai, live well and look for it. There is always hope." The village party secretary smiled, got up, knocked on the pot and went back to the village. He knew that Ruan Hai would not die before he found Xiaoxing.
However, what the village party secretary never expected was that Ruan Hai found the red scarf. Although he was happy, he became mute starting the next day. No one knew why he became mute. In short, no matter who spoke to him, he would nod or hum in agreement, but would not speak.
Gradually, everyone heard that Ruan Hai became mute because he was too sad...
The scene changed again, twenty years passed from spring to autumn. During these twenty years, apart from working almost every day, Ruan Hai would go to the Dongjiang River on time in the morning, noon and evening to cook a bowl of Ruan Xingxing's favorite meal. Fell into the river, and then searched the Dongjiang River over and over again, looking for the almost non-existent hope. He started to draw, and his drawings got better and better; he started to hand out flyers, and handed out more and more, but he never wrote, nor did he let others write on them...
Fang Zheng sighed deeply when he saw this scene. He finally understood everything. Ruan Hai can speak, but he feels guilty that he agreed to Ruan Xingxing and caused Ruan Xingxing and He Shuilian to leave, so he stops talking; he deliberately doesn't write because he is afraid. He is afraid that if he writes too much, others will understand. Searching for him, the result was bad news; he had been searching for a section of the river for twenty years, and it could be said that he had already found everything, but he was still searching just for the almost non-existent hope... But, what has to be said is, This is also his only hope for survival! This is a man who lives in hope but is almost in despair!
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng put away Yi Meng Huang Liang's magical power, turned around and left. Regarding Ruan Hai, Fang Zheng didn't know how to help him bring him back to life? Obviously impossible, give him a true and cruel reality? That is tantamount to sending him on his way! Twenty years of fetters, twenty years of hope, once they collapse...
"Master, where are you going?" Hong Hai'er saw Fang Zheng going out and quickly caught up with him.
Ouyang Fenghua followed closely behind. After Fangzheng thought for a while, he told the two about Ruan Hai. After listening, Honghai'er fell silent and Ouyang Fenghua cried.
Honghai'er said: "Master, can we avoid such fools in the future?"
Boom!
Fang Zheng and Ouyang Fenghua each gave him a blow.
Fang Zheng was fine, but Ouyang Fenghua covered his hands in pain and complained, "Is your head made of iron?"
Fang Zheng said: "Harder than iron."
Ouyang Fenghua nodded, and then said: "Master, do you want to help him?"
Fang Zheng nodded and said, "Yes, I don't know where to start."
"I think what he needs is hope, more hope..." Ouyang Fenghua said.
Honghai'er said: "Hope? What if you give too much hope? The greater the hope, when the truth comes out, it will be despair."
This was also a headache for Fang Zheng. The three of them chatted for a long time, but they didn't say anything.
Finally, Fang Zheng came to the abbot's room again, told Zen Master Xiaguang what he knew, and then said distressedly: "Zen Master, this poor monk wants to help him, but he doesn't know where to start."
Zen Master Xiaguang smiled and said, "It's just because I am in this mountain."
Fang Zheng was stunned, stared at Zen Master Xiaguang, and said with a smile: "Who are you?"
"Monk." Fang Zheng said subconsciously.
Zen Master Xiaguang nodded and said: "Yes, you are a monk, let go of the world of mortals. As a monk, you put yourself into the world of mortals. If your eyes are covered by the world of mortals, how can you see everything clearly?"
(End of chapter)