He should usually go home, but he's not there, not in the kitchen, not in the bedroom, not at home.
Ah Cheng looked at the cold stove, feeling a little dazed.
When I opened the lid of the pot, what was left inside was a little porridge from the morning. It was completely cold and had condensed into lumps. Dad didn't even eat breakfast.
Ah Cheng took out the cold porridge, mixed it with a cold dish, and ate it as dinner.
Some are doing nothing.
Ah Cheng moved a bench and sat in the yard, watching the sunset.
The scenery is just there, and you can see it any day, but you may not always be in the mood to see it that day.
Ah Cheng was in a terrible mood.
He knew that his father looked down on his son, obviously, just like Ah Cheng secretly despised his father for being an old bastard who was lost in memories.
On many things, father and son are tacitly aware of each other.
Why does my father prefer to talk in the Pure Land? Because he doesn’t have to see Ah Cheng.
Why does Ah Cheng like to talk in the college? It’s also because he doesn’t have to see Dad.
They hate each other. Dad thinks that God is fair. One life is for another. When Ah Cheng comes to the family, his wife has to leave.
Ah Cheng felt that God was unfair. It was his father who should have died, but in the end it was his mother who died.
The same experience, but a completely different understanding of destiny. Dad still has hope in his heart, so he can tirelessly love the world. In fact, Ah Cheng's heart has long been as cold as death. He longs for a life surrounded by others, but on the other hand,
On the one hand, my heart is more adapted to the secluded life in the countryside.
Ah Cheng met young love and then gave up. Now he longs for true family love.
Sometimes when he meditates at night, he feels that he is heading towards a wonderful realm of nothingness. He wants to be honored as an ancestor, to be successful and famous, and he wants everything. He limits his greed and is careful, and Ah Cheng feels that he is comprehending a way to achieve success.
The road to loss, persistence, exploration, letting go.
In this day and age, who doesn’t want to be noble?
Ah Cheng stared at the increasingly cold sunset and sneered, everyone thought of it! Everyone would raise their hand to be aloof and consider themselves a righteous layman! Ah Cheng has seen through the so-called righteousness of Shandaoxing, and he also agrees with it.
This Dharma is good, everyone loves each other, there is nothing wrong with it, but how many true gentlemen are there and how many hypocrites are there? Is it a cold heart or a few affairs?
His father wanted to be a hermit. Ah Cheng stood up, took a sip, and turned around to go back to the house. He even kicked down the bench he was sitting on, and instead of picking it up, he just threw it to the ground.
He entered his room, opened the window, took off his shoes and socks, and stripped off his clothes, leaving only a pair of dusty linen trousers. He lay on the chair with the backrest, put his feet up on the desk, and put his arms
He rested his head on his head and stared at the sky.
Waited for half an hour.
Dad didn't come.
With a cold face, Ah Cheng put on his coat and ran into the back room to meditate.
I sat there for another hour, my mind was restless, and I woke up from trance several times.
He started to punch, and strong winds blew around, causing everything in the house to jingle and sway.
The angrier he felt, the faster he moved his palms, and the faster his internal energy ran. Ah Cheng roared, and hit the wall with a palm from the air. This time, not a drop of the inner energy in his body was left, and the palm power condensed into substance, roaring through the wall.
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"not good!"
Ah Cheng caught a glimpse of the direction where the palm was aimed, and was suddenly startled. However, he only had time to panic. The next moment, this splitting palm shattered the shrine on the wall.
A statue fell to the ground and was shattered into pieces.
It was the statue of Deer Yuan Bodhisattva that Acheng accidentally got while chasing a group of monkeys a few days ago.
Ah Cheng was so frightened that his blood flowed backwards and his hands and feet were cold. It took him a while before he recovered.
It seems...no one saw it...then it doesn't count...otherwise...you will be beheaded.
"Ah uh! Ha!" A strange cry came from outside the house.
Ah Cheng turned his head to look at the window in panic. He saw a dirty face covered with black mud and unconsciously twitching. His eyes were staring at him with more whites than pupils. To Ah Cheng, this was a face full of terror.
face.
Outside the window is Ashu from the village, a madman.
Now, a madman saw it and Ah Cheng threw the Bodhisattva statue down.
Oh, although no one will believe what a madman says, sometimes a word is more powerful than the person who speaks it.
No one can reason with a madman, so rules, interests, and threats cannot influence the behavior of a madman.
At that time, someone listened to Ashu's words and came to search his place, but his father was not here, and there was only a young man and a half left. Who can decide what should be said and what should not be said?
Ah Cheng was scared, and he stared at Ashu's face, looking at his unshaven face, and vaguely smelled the smell of sweat and urine coming from his body. In addition to fear, he also felt disgust.
"Uh, uh, ho..." Ashu's throat rolled with vague and low syllables. His expression was very strange, it seemed to be pain, it seemed to be ecstasy, "Cheng... Cheng, ho, Bodhisattva..."
Ah Cheng took two steps towards the window. He felt extremely tired and his legs were weak due to the exhaustion of his inner energy.
Ashu seemed to be frightened. He took two steps back and fell down. Without making a sound, he stood up and walked outside.
Behind the house is a small forest. Through the woods, you can see the rest of the houses in the village. There is a road surrounding the woods, and there are many people wandering around in the evening.
Ah Cheng stood by the window and watched Ah Shu disappear little by little into the shade of the woods.
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night.
Ah Cheng returned home.
Dad is not here.
He still hasn't come back. The wing, kitchen, and woodshed are all without him.
Ah Cheng let out a breath, left the shovel in the woodshed, went into the side room to get a washbasin, and scooped water from the river in front of the door. He squatted by the river and washed his face. The moonlight could not penetrate the water, and the white light was swaying.
Stained with a light red color.
Ah Cheng carefully cleaned the gaps between his fingernails.
Dad is not here, so he has to solve many things by himself, and the methods are often not that interesting.
Back in the back room, Ah Cheng took out the dustpan. The fragments of the Bodhisattva statue were just swept into the dustpan, not buried. He shook the dustpan, and the fragments made a clanking sound when they hit the wooden pieces of the dustpan.
It's just an ordinary statue, Ah Cheng thought, but he took a closer look under the moonlight and found a small, gray square card among the dusty fragments.
Both.
He picked up the square tablet, blew away the dust, and revealed its complete shape. It was a square stone tablet, about half the size of a hand, with chamfered edges and smooth edges. One side had an epiphyllum pattern, and the other was smooth.
It was a very ordinary stone tablet. He put it in his arms and planned to drill a hole in the stone tablet in a few days and string it up to hang it up.
Ah Cheng took another shrine from the warehouse and hung it on the wall of the back room to cover the palm prints.
Suddenly there was a loud "bang" sound outside.
The door was smashed open, and Ah Cheng was startled.
He climbed out of the window in the back room, ran along the wall, walked back to the front door, and secretly looked inside.
In the darkness, a broad figure hugged a woman in white.
It's dad.
It's Xili.
Drops of blood fell to the ground, startling the moonlight.
