"I want to curse. After walking for so long, why is there no sign? Who can tell me how to get to this intersection!" Fang Zheng stood at the intersection with a depressed look on his face. That's right, our master is lost.
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At this moment, a car suddenly stopped, and a man stuck his head out and said with a smile: "Master, where are you going?"
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, hello, donor. I want to go to Songwu County." Fang Zheng thought for a while and said that he pointed to the mountain. He probably didn't know the other party, but Songwu County should know. Fang Zheng Yi
I looked up and was stunned!
The other party was also stunned, and then shouted in unison: "It's you?!"
The driver of the car, Fang Zheng, was no stranger. It was Jing Yan, the beautiful woman who had come to the mountain to cover the calligraphy competition and had her skirt bitten off.
"Master, where are you going? Well...are you coming out of Baiyun Temple?" Jing Yan looked at the road behind Fang Zheng and asked with a smile.
Fang Zheng said: "Female donor, the poor monk is not a master. You should call me Master Fang Zheng. The poor monk has indeed just come out of Baiyun Temple and is about to return to Yizhi Temple."
"That's a coincidence. I also want to go to Songwu County. But I have to go to another place in the middle and then go back. Master Fangzheng, if you are not in a hurry, can I see you off?" Jing Yan said with a smile.
When Fangzheng heard this, he immediately became happy and was worried about how to go back. If he really had to walk back, it would be too far and he could bear the fatigue, but it would be a waste of time! There was no one in Yizhi Temple, although there were villagers and wolves and squirrels looking after the house, but
He was still a little worried. Now that he could take a ride, he was naturally willing to take a ride! The most important thing was that this car looked very high-end, and he had never ridden in such a high-end car.
So Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and saluted, "Then I'll give you some help. The poor monk is not in a hurry."
"Then what else are you talking about? Master, get in the car quickly." Jing Yan opened the car door generously, Fang Zheng got in the car, sat on the soft chair, leaned back, and her whole body seemed to have sunk into the chair, it was very comfortable
!
"This car is more comfortable than a taxi. It's really nice." Fang Zheng said with emotion in his heart.
"Master Fangzheng." Jing Yan suddenly asked.
Fang Zheng looked at Jing Yan in confusion and asked, "Donor, what's wrong? Why don't you leave?"
"Uh, please put your seat belt on first." Jing Yan said helplessly.
Fang Zheng was stunned, seat belt? He had seen it in books and on TV, but never in real life. When he looked sideways, he saw a black belt, and when he pulled it out, he felt a little stupid. How do you use this thing?
"Master Fangzheng, have you never been in a car?" Jing Yan understood.
Fang Zheng said calmly: "The poor monk has ridden in bullock carts, horse-drawn carriages, bicycles, and tractors. He took a taxi a few days ago, but this is the first time he has ridden in such a high-end car."
Jing Yan was astonished, there really are people who have never ridden in such a car these days! Her car is not a luxury car, and taxis also have seat belts, and the seat belts are used in the same way... Looking at Fang Zheng in front of her,
Jing Yan understood that this monk also sat in the back when taking a taxi. Thinking of this, Jing Yan sighed: "Master, you are really different from your peers."
As for how to do it differently, Jing Yan didn't say, but leaned down and pulled the square seat belt.
Fang Zheng's muscles were all tense subconsciously. This was the first time that he was so close to a woman. Smelling her fragrance, Fang Zheng couldn't help but thought in his heart: "Amitabha, when can I return to secular life..."
Jing Yan helped Fang Zheng put on his seat belt, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away.
Fang Zheng was not good at talking to women, and Jing Yan seemed to have something on his mind. The two of them didn't communicate much until Jing Yan went deep into the mountains and saw a village. Fang Zheng couldn't help but ask: "
Female donor, what are you doing here?"
Jing Yan said: "This is no longer Baiyun County, but Guan County, which is the most impoverished county in the city. In terms of poverty, there are probably not many people in the province who can compare with them. The first one is Guan County.
A poor village, Dongliang Village.”
"Oh, the female donor is here to help them?" Fang Zheng is no stranger to Dongliang County. He watches the news every day. Dongliang County often makes headlines. The children there are pitiful, skinny and skinny. They are happy when they are well fed. Therefore, there are often people
Come to Dongliang Village to donate. There are even celebrities who have come to Dongliang Village to provide peer-to-peer support. Jing Yan’s family conditions are good, Fang Zheng has known about it for a long time, otherwise those people would not be so afraid of her, so it is natural that Jing Yan is
Come to show love.
As a result, Jing Yan shook her head decisively and sneered: "Poverty alleviation? No, I'm here to find out the truth! Some people are so shameless!"
"Uh...what do you mean?" Fang Zheng was stunned.
"Master, you don't know Dongliang Village. I told you, but you may not believe it. But I believe you are a good monk and a good master. After a while, you enter the village and see for yourself, and then you tell me what you think.
, okay? I don’t want my emotions to affect my judgment, nor do I want to be preconceived and arbitrary.” Since the trip to Yizhishan, Jing Yan has become much more cautious in doing things, and will never make casual conclusions again.
They all do enough homework and research before drawing conclusions.
Fang Zheng didn't understand what Jing Yan meant, but this request was quite satisfactory, so he nodded and said, "Amitabha, I, the poor monk, can give it a try."
On the way back, Jing Yan was hesitant to speak several times, but in the end she didn't say anything. Although Fang Zheng was a little curious, he wouldn't ask if they didn't tell her, so the two of them came to Dongliang quietly.
village.
There is a broken gate at the entrance of the village. On the gate, it says "Dongliang Village welcomes you." There are also quotes from great people on both sides, which gives people a not too bad feeling.
But as he approached the village, Fang Zheng's brows furrowed.
As soon as the car entered the village, a group of people gathered around it. The person who was squatting at the entrance of the village to talk also sat down directly, looking sick.
The villagers who gathered around included men, women, and children. However, no one said anything. Instead, they looked at Jing Yan quietly, and some even looked a little wary.
At this moment, several adults ran over and pulled the child far away, preventing the child from getting close to the car.
Jing Yan parked the car at the entrance of the village, took out her sunglasses, put them on, and got out of the car.
Fang Zheng looked at the cloudy sky outside and shook his head slightly. He didn't understand why Jing Yan was wearing sunglasses. Although the snow was reflective and could easily lead to snow blindness, it was a reaction only seen in the completely white wilderness. The village was not all white and flooded with light.
It's not that strong, it's completely unnecessary.
When the villagers saw that Jing Yan was a woman, the vigilance in their eyes became less intense.
Jing Yan smiled and said: "Hello everyone, my name is Jing Yan. I have nothing to say. I have some things in the trunk for you. Come and take a look. If you need anything, just grab it."
After saying that, Jing Yan opened the trunk.
When Fang Zheng heard this, his brows suddenly wrinkled. What did Jing Yan mean? Although she was poor, she couldn't talk like that, right? 8