"Master, donor Li Xueying is here." The squirrel in the tree, lying on the window of its big villa, shouted when it saw Li Xueying walking slowly in the distance.
Fangzheng was stunned, what was Li Xueying doing at this time?
Ten minutes later, there was another person next to Fang Zheng. He followed Fang Zheng and tilted his head to watch the raindrops falling continuously.
"Master, look at the day, isn't it extremely clear and the sun is shining brightly?" Li Xueying looked at Fang Zheng angrily.
Fang Zheng's old face turned red and he coughed dryly and said: "Donor, you have to see through the phenomenon to see the essence. Behind the clouds is the blue sky, and above the blue sky is the scorching sun. Life is like this weather. If you always stare at the annoying rain,
, I will be troubled all my life. If you can think of the sunny days and the sun in the future, you will naturally feel better..."
"Master, do you think it's interesting to say this at this time?" Li Xueying asked.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "It's boring."
"Then what else do you say?" Li Xueying asked.
"What else? Could it be that the poor monk showed off yesterday and got slapped in the face today?" Fang Zheng looked at Li Xueying pitifully.
When Li Xueying saw Fang Zheng's appearance, she burst into laughter and said, "Master, no one told you that you look cute like this?"
Fang Zheng: "..."
Li Xueying suppressed her smile, stared straight at it, and asked Fang Zheng: "Master, tell me the truth, did you know there would be changes today?"
"Is the sun shining brightly?" Fang Zheng naturally knew what Li Xueying was asking, but he didn't intend to answer directly. Whether it was prediction or the role of blessing, Fang Zheng didn't want to say more. First of all, he couldn't explain it clearly. Secondly, he said it to others.
You may not believe it! After all, in today's era, what you see in person may not be true. Technology is unpredictable and various methods are emerging. If you are regarded as a liar, you will be deceived.
Li Xueying stared at Fang Zheng, who tilted his neck and looked at the roof. After a while, Li Xueying turned around, hugged her knees with her hands, looked at the bodhi tree in front of her and said, "The navy stopped scolding me. There was a sudden ceasefire at midnight today."
,I do not know why either."
"Good people are rewarded," Fang Zheng said.
"Then I will be a good person and do it to the end. I will donate all the money I earned this time. How about that?" Li Xueying said.
Fangzheng was stunned: "You have donated them all? You have donated them all, what will you do next?"
Li Xueying said: "Just work hard. Anyway, I'm worth a lot now. I just need to take more movies."
Li Xueying said it was easy, but Fang Zheng, who has watched Li Xueying make movies, doesn't think so. Maybe some stars are easy to make movies, just show up and cut out pictures. But Li Xueying is the kind of person who will never use a stand-in if she can go into battle by herself.
She is the kind of person who often shoots movies until midnight. Therefore, her money and fame are not obtained out of thin air, but are also the result of her own hard work.
If you have money, who is willing to fill up your life with work?
However, Fang Zheng couldn't say anything about Li Xueying's choice and just smiled.
"Master, do you think it's not good for me to do this?" Li Xueying asked.
Fang Zheng said: "What does the donor think is good?"
"Helping others is good, right?" Li Xueying said.
"What level of help is kindness?" Fang Zheng asked again.
"Of course, the more, the better." Li Xueying said matter-of-factly.
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "The poor monk doesn't think so. The definition of good is changing in every era. What the poor monk said may be wrong, but the poor monk believes that if a person does not do things that are harmful to society and does not benefit himself at the expense of others, that is
Goodness. If this person can help others, it is a great good. If this person can do something for society, it is an even greater good."
"I understand this, but the more you tell me, the better. Does it matter?" Li Xueying was puzzled. She felt that she was sacrificing all her money to do good deeds. After all, it was the greatest good deed.
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Donor, the poor monk does not advocate sacrificing his own kindness. The poor monk believes that the kindness of helping others to the best of his ability without affecting his normal life and pursuit of life goals is truly good. Otherwise,
In order to help others, you lose everything and even become someone who needs help. This will only make society continue to regress instead of progress.
It is not a good thing to work hard to make money if you throw everything into it and have nothing left. Maybe you are worth a lot and make money quickly, but similarly, you have many and big ways to use your money.
Everyone's social status and ability are different, and their angle of doing good is also different. For example, you are an international star. You may donate more money than anyone else by simply donating money. But is the effect really good?
Helping poor people can help them both materially and spiritually.
If possible, I hope you can make more money, and then use it to make more good movies. Spiritual salvation is sometimes more important than material. For the same money, you can choose to donate it to help fixed
A few people can also choose to make movies and help countless people. If you have no money, what will you use to make these movies? If you leave everything to capital, then you will not be able to control your destiny and choose what to make.
Of course, what the poor monk said is not absolute. Facing some people who are in urgent need of money to save their lives, they are still ranked first. After all, only when people are alive can they think about spiritual pursuits."
"I kind of understand..." Li Xueying said thoughtfully.
Fang Zheng nodded hard, gritted his teeth with pain in his neck, took out his phone and flipped through the movie review page.
As the screenings in the morning ended, the reviews of "Allure" began to pick up, with more and more positive reviews. However, after all, because it was brushed off for two days, the attendance rate was too low, so there were not many people who commented. But generally speaking,
This is a good thing.
However, at this moment, a piece of news jumped out.
"The ZD war started again, and terrorism struck again." Last night, fighting broke out again between ZD and AFH...
"The artillery fire in the middle of the night killed and injured nineteen people."
"When his daughter is lying in his arms, a father screams silently." In one picture, a Japanese man is holding a three or four-year-old girl covered in blood, looking up and crying, with ruins in the background.
"We also had a glorious past, the past of AFH." These are two aerial videos, one is of AFH in the past, and the other is AFH now. The world before the war was so beautiful, with bright lights, singing and dancing. But when the war came
Finally, everything ended. There was no electricity, no water, and bombs could fall from the sky at any time. No one knew whether they could survive the night safely.
The people of yesterday and the ghosts of today are like a dream.
Seeing this, Fang Zheng's heart was extremely blocked. He put his hands together and recited: "Amitabha."