Fang Zheng came to the side of the motorcycle, sat down cross-legged, and waited quietly.
Not long after, Ruan Hai came back, and this time he seemed particularly excited! He almost ran out of the water, and when he ran to the motorcycle, he was stunned. He didn't expect that the monk he met yesterday was here again.
.Looking at Fang Zheng in confusion, Fang Zheng clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, the donor, we meet again. Today, I look very happy, but what have I gained?"
While Fang Zheng was speaking, he glanced at Ruan Hai's big dark hands, which were held tightly, as if they were holding something very important.
Fang Zheng was filled with doubts: "Ruan Hai dives here every day. Is he hunting for treasure? Did I guess wrong?"
However, Ruan Hai had no intention of sharing with Fang Zheng. Instead, he nodded politely, put on his clothes, and left on his motorcycle.
Fang Zheng looked at Ruan Hai's back, shook his head slightly, and still did not catch up, but went back to the temple.
Ruan Hai returned home, parked his motorcycle, and then quickly ran into the house. The thing he had been holding in his hands was finally carefully placed on the table. It was a small golden thing, under the sun.
It was a bit reflective. Ruan Hai looked at this little thing, and his face seemed to bloom with infinite light in an instant. He smiled so happily! He himself had forgotten the last time he smiled like this. But,
He is really happy today!
However, Ruan Hai's smile disappeared the next moment. He observed the badge carefully, then picked it up and ran to the wall of the photo to compare it with the photo. On it, his daughter was standing at the school gate, smiling.
It was very brilliant, just like him just now. There was a badge on his chest. It was a golden badge with Tiananmen Square and a red flag on it. It was very beautiful. But what Ruan Hai had in his hand was just a gold badge, although there was a red flag on it.
, but there is no Tiananmen!
Ruan Hai sat slumped on the kang in an instant, letting the badge in his hand slip on the kang, leaning slumped against the wall, closing his eyes, and uttered a lonely whimper that only he could understand.
You know what you're talking about... He rubbed his face with rough hands, as if if he continued to rub it, all the pain would be gone.
He sat there for a long time and didn't know when, until someone came to him to do some work, he took his tools and went out.
On the third day, when Fang Zheng went out again, Ouyang Fenghua and Hong Hai'er followed him. Fang Zheng did not stop him either. The three of them came to the river and looked at the ruins on the ground. Ouyang Fenghua suddenly said with emotion:
"It has been more than 20 years, but I didn't expect this ruins to still exist."
Fang Zheng was stunned and asked casually: "Donor Ouyang, do you know this place?"
Ouyang Fenghua said matter-of-factly: "I know, my father has been here specifically before, and he even wrote a poem about rivers that are ruthless and people are affectionate."
Fangzheng had all his thoughts in mind. He searched for clues all over the place. Unexpectedly, the clues were right in front of him, but he suddenly disappeared! It was really hard! He looked around and saw that Ruan Hai hadn't come. There was still time.
Fang Zheng then found a stone, everyone sat down and asked, "Can you tell me about what's going on here?"
Seeing Fang Zheng's serious look, Ouyang Fenghua knew that this was serious business. After recalling it carefully for a while, he said: "I have never been here, and I have heard about it. I have a photo album at home, and there are many dads in it.
Photos taken in the past. One of them is a set of photos taken about the Dongjiang floods 20 years ago. I heard from my dad that 20 years ago, it rained continuously for a week. The rain poured down and the water level of the Dongjiang River surged. The government
Immediately organize manpower to monitor the entire river section day and night nearby rivers, especially the Dongjiang River.
The water in the Dongjiang River grew very fast. All the officers and soldiers from the army and the local police came on board and piled various sandbags on top, but it was still not as fast as the water in the Dongjiang River. After fighting for three days and three nights, we had to give up. So we organized a
A large number of villagers moved collectively...
Later, the flood came down and submerged many villages and farmland. I heard my dad say that many farmers were crying miserably. Their homes were gone, their land was gone, and there was almost no hope within a year... ugh..."
"The government should provide some subsidies." Fang Zheng asked.
"Yes, but it's useless no matter how much you give. The concept of family is deeply ingrained. There is nothing more uncomfortable than losing your home." Ouyang Fenghua sighed.
Honghai'er said disapprovingly: "If our home is gone, it will be over if we build another one. There is nothing to be sad about."
Ouyang Fenghua smiled bitterly and said: "The love of family for people in that era was far beyond what people can imagine now. I remember that my dad saw some people who were transferred and saw that the flood did not come, so they secretly ran back to get it.
Things, but the flood came and washed them all away..."
Hong Hai'er couldn't understand why these people did this. Is there anything more important than life? When he thought of this, he couldn't help but think of the people on the raging battlefield...
"Amitabha." Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha's name, which could be regarded as a farewell to those who left in the flood in that era.
"Donor, do you know anything more?" Fang Zheng asked.
Ouyang Fenghua shook his head and said, "I don't know. I'm not very interested in these things, so I didn't ask much. But it's useless to ask. It was too chaotic at the time, and I guess my dad didn't know much."
Fang Zheng was about to speak when he heard the sound of a motorcycle. He knew that Ruan Hai was coming.
Fang Zheng stood up and looked back. Sure enough, Ruan Hai came to the edge of the ruins again on a motorcycle. His face no longer had the excitement of yesterday, but more of an inexplicable stubbornness.
"Master, what on earth is he insisting on? Why do he come here to dive every day?" Honghai'er really didn't understand. He couldn't figure it out.
Fang Zheng shook his head. He didn't know what Ruan Hai was doing, but Fang Zheng walked over anyway.
Ruan Hai saw Fang Zheng and did not dodge. Perhaps he had seen him many times and knew that this monk meant no harm. But why did he read him here every day? He was also very curious.
Fang Zheng came to Ruan Hai, clasped his hands, and pronounced a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, donor, poor monk, you and I have met three times in a row. This is fate. Poor monk can guide you in a direction, and you may be able to find what you are looking for.
People or things.”
Ruan Hai looked at Fang Zheng warily, but did not refuse.
Fang Zheng continued: "The main hall of Xiaguang Temple enshrines the Buddha of the Third Generation. The Buddha's power is boundless. If you pray sincerely and tell the Buddha your own story clearly, you will definitely gain something. It is better than diving here day and night.