"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 he went over to see the village party secretary. That was the end of the story.
, turned around, Ruan Xingxing was gone.
Just as Ruan Hai was about to rush up to find someone, he heard an exclamation coming 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 as he ran. The villagers didn't care about anything at this time 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 how 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. In the end, the two soldiers had no choice but to knock him out, pick him up, and run to the nearby mountains.
The scene turned again, Ruan Hai was kneeling by the river alone, his eyes full of sadness. Standing beside him was the village party secretary. The village party secretary, smoking a dry cigarette, said: "Haizi, don't be sad, the living people have to shoulder the responsibility
To raise the hopes of those who left, you can’t let the two of them still look at you and be unhappy down there, right?”
Ruan Hai did not say a word.
"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 still 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
I can't see any hope of living at all. 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 a hopeful look on his face.
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 he dived in with a sudden force...
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 of his pipe, and returned to the village. He knew that before he found Xiaoxing,
, Ruan Hai cannot die.
But 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.
He would hum and agree without saying a word.
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.
He fell into the river, and then searched the Dongjiang River over and over again, looking for the almost non-existent hope. He began to paint, and his paintings became better and better; he began to hand out leaflets, and handed out more and more, but he never
Don’t write, and don’t let others write on it…
When Fang Zheng saw this scene, he sighed, and he finally understood everything. Ruan Hai could speak, but he felt guilty for agreeing to Ruan Xingxing and causing Ruan Xingxing and He Shuilian to leave, so he stopped talking; he deliberately did not write because he was afraid
, he was afraid that if he wrote too much, others would understand it and actually search for it for him, which would lead to 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 it all, but he was still searching just for the sake of it.
That almost non-existent hope... But, what has to be said is that this is also the only hope for him to live! This is a painful man who lives in hope but is almost desperate!
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng put away the magical power of Yi Meng Huang Liang and turned around to leave. As for Ruan Hai, Fang Zheng didn't know how to help him bring him back to life? It was obviously impossible. Giving him a true and cruel reality? That would be equivalent to sending him on the road.
!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 of them about Ruan Hai. After listening, Honghaier 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."
Fangzheng was stunned, stared at Zen Master Xiaguang, and said with a smile: "Who are you?"
"A monk." Fang Zheng said subconsciously.
Zen Master Xiaguang nodded and said: "Yes, you are a monk. You have put down the world of mortals. As a monk, you have put yourself into the world of mortals. If your eyes are covered by the world of mortals, how can you see everything clearly?"