"Brother, when you put it like that, I also think that Buddha and Fang Zheng are similar. It seems that Fang Zheng also has a boy, right?" The third child just doesn't like to think, or his muscles move faster than his brain. But that doesn't mean he can't think!
Song Xianhe narrowed his eyes and nodded. From the first time he met Fang Zheng, he felt that this monk was not simple. When he was killing people on the mountain, he and Fang Zheng looked at each other. At that time, he felt that Fang Zheng's eyes were unfathomable, and seemed to be able to see through everything about him.
But he didn't think much about it at the time and just thought it was an illusion. Now that I think about it more carefully, the look in his eyes is clearly that of a Buddha looking at a sinner! It's just that this Buddha doesn't seem to be in a hurry, but is quietly waiting for something.
So, what is he waiting for
Song Xianhe had a vague feeling that the monk was waiting for him! Or rather waiting for them!
When he thought of this, Song Xianhe felt uncomfortable all over and subconsciously looked up at the ceiling, as if someone was watching him from somewhere.
At night, point to the mountain.
"Where am I?" The second child sat up with a confused look on his face, his eyes were extremely blurry, then his pupils focused and he looked around cautiously.
"Amitabha, donor, since you're awake, please go down the mountain." At this moment, a faint voice sounded.
When the second brother heard this, he turned around suddenly and saw a monk in white sitting at the door under the dim light, looking outside. He could only see a back figure, but just such a back figure made him feel relaxed and shocked.
But immediately, his memory was awakened by this back view, and he said in surprise: "I... didn't I fall off the cliff and die? No, I'm not dead!" The second child touched his body, and then asked: "Are you the host Fang Zheng? "
Fang Zheng slowly turned around, nodded slightly and said, "Donor, please go down the mountain."
"But, I..." The second child didn't know why, but the more calm Fang Zheng acted, the more uneasy he felt. Thinking back to the scene after he fell off the cliff, he wouldn't believe it even if I beat him to death, he was still alive! Who can save him from such a high cliff
"If you have any questions, you can ask Buddha. If you don't have any, go down the mountain." Fang Zheng began to chase people away again.
The second child got up and touched his belly. The stab wound from the original stabbing was still aching, reminding him that this was not a dream. He wanted to ask Fang Zheng something else, but found that Fang Zheng had already stood up and walked outside.
The second brother quickly got up and followed him. When he caught up, he saw that Fang Zheng had entered the Buddhist hall and was sitting behind the big wooden fish. Boom! ~Boom! Boom! The knock started.
Listening to the vibrating sound of wooden fish and chanting sutras with Buddhist rhymes, the second child thought about the life and death he had experienced. In a daze, he seemed to see something, but he couldn't figure it out or see through it.
The confusion in my heart became more intense. I slowly walked into the Buddhist hall, knelt on the futon, looked up at the Buddha statue, clasped my hands together, and gently closed my eyes.
At that moment, he felt that his whole body had become ethereal, and he vaguely seemed to rise into the sky and fly into the sky. As if reincarnating between life and death, endless memories flashed through my mind.
At the same time, Fang Zheng slowly opened his eyes, and the mirror light flashed in his eyes - a dream of yellow beams!
The next moment, the scene in front of Fang Zheng changed.
"Wow! Wow! Wow!" A child cried in his ears.
The picture was a bit blurry, as if tears had blocked the eyes, and only a blurry figure could be seen.
"I'm sorry, child. Mom really can't support you. Mom can't live much longer. I just hope that a kind-hearted person can adopt you and give you a home. I'm sorry..." The figure seemed to be crying too, retreating as he spoke. , and finally disappeared from sight.
At that moment, Fang Zheng could feel that the child was crying desperately, but he was too small and could not catch anything with his weak hands. He could only cry non-stop, cry loudly, and cry so hard that his throat was broken!
Outsiders may not understand what the baby is shouting, but Fang Zheng understands. He is shouting: "Mom! Come back!"
At that moment, Fang Zheng's heart trembled with pain, because he was also an abandoned child, and he could feel the despair and pain coming from the baby. A child who is about to lose his mother is helpless, desperate and in pain! The surrounding temperature seems to be getting lower and colder.
This world is so cold!
The screen fell into darkness and then lit up again...
Fang Zheng still felt extremely cold, as if his blood was about to freeze. That kind of cold was not just the temperature, but also the coldness of despair in his heart.
"Another poor child." A gentle voice suddenly sounded. The voice was extremely warm, like the sun in winter. Fang Zheng trembled all over after hearing this sentence...
The child slowly opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged man approaching. He had a pair of extremely gentle eyes and extremely compassionate eyes. I don't know why, but after seeing these eyes, the child stopped crying, but subconsciously stretched out his hands.
"Well, since no one wants you, then I want you. From now on, you will be called Song Xianshu." The man smiled slightly and picked up the baby.
Feeling the man's body temperature, the baby suddenly smiled.
The man laughed loudly and said: "Oh, he's not big, but he's quite powerful. You also have a brother, his name is Song Xianhe."
As he spoke, the man took the baby and left.
The picture went dark and then lit up again.
"Xianhe, come and see, you have an extra brother. You will be the older brother from now on, so you have to take care of your younger brother." The man smiled and handed the child in his arms to another child who was more than one year old.
When the little boy who was over one year old heard this, he immediately ran over and shouted: "Brother! Brother!"
The scene turned again, and in an instant, the children had grown up, one was three years old and the other was more than one year old.
During the meal, there was nothing to eat on the man's table, only a potato and a bowl of vegetable soup.
Song Xianhe and Song Xianshu were sitting there with half a big potato in front of them. Each of them took a bite. Song Xianhe always ate a little. Song Xianshu didn't understand yet, so he gnawed away. By the time he finished eating, Song Xianshu had basically eaten a big potato...
The man said: "Xianhe, you can eat this." As he spoke, he handed the potatoes in his hand to Song Xianhe, but Song Xianhe shook his head and said: "No, dad, I haven't been feeling well recently and can't eat. You have to eat it every day." You need to eat more when you work, and my brother is also growing, so he needs to eat more. When I grow up, we can work together, and then we will eat two potatoes at a meal!"
When the man heard this, his eyes suddenly became moist. He didn't know whether he was moved or because he felt guilty for the two children. Only Song Xianshu still tilted his head and didn't understand anything...
The scene changes again, and the child has grown up a bit.
(End of chapter)