Zhao Yumin smiled bitterly and said: "Don't make fun of me. Is it a child or a combine harvester? I still can't recognize it? I sent you the photo. You can see for yourself..."
Ruan Xianghe sneered and opened the picture. Countless lines to criticize Zhao Yumin were already running through her mind, and she was just waiting to start criticizing her after reading it. Of course, this criticism was not meant to be scolding, but from her perspective.
Zhao Yumin is doing ideological work...is this just rhetoric? Anyway, the two old classmates grew up playing together, got married and had children, and have lived together for decades. They understand each other's temperament and have long been used to it. If they really scolded each other, they would just
insulted……
However, the next moment, Ruan Xianghe was dumbfounded. Although the B-ultrasound image was a bit blurry, it looked nothing like a child when viewed horizontally or vertically. It looked like a big machine! If you look at it carefully, it does look a bit like it.
Combine harvester…
"How about it? A child or a combine harvester?" Zhao Yumin asked teasingly.
"Are you sure you didn't take the photo in the belly of the combine harvester?" Ruan Xianghe showed a rare sense of humor.
Zhao Yumin said: "It was taken by a doctor from our hospital. I don't know which stomach it was taken from. What do you think? Do you want to go find out?"
Ruan Xianghe snorted coldly: "It's not PS, right?"
In the end, the two people came, but Ruan Xianghe didn't take Zhao Yumin's words seriously at all. He just thought that the old kid had worked hard to make a PS picture and found a reason to invite her back to get together. After all, the two of them were separated.
In different hospitals, there are too few opportunities to meet each other.
But along the way, both Zhao Yumin and the young nurse Jiang Ting talked about all kinds of magic on the mountain and all kinds of strange patients. There was even a little girl who had half-stepped into the coffin and ended up at Yizhi Temple.
Finally, he recovered!
The more she listened, the more Ruan Xianghe felt that it was not like Zhao Yumin was lying to her, but so many years of life experience told her that there are eminent monks in the world who do not have supernatural powers! Because she has treated too many eminent monks...
Eminent monks from big monasteries have to seek medical treatment. How capable can a monk from a small monastery be?
Ruan Xianghe walked on the mountain road with full of doubts, but as he walked and looked around, he saw that this place was remote, and he thought it was a lie.
But after entering Yizhi Village, her heart was filled with shock!
It didn't look like much outside the village, but the overall spirit of the villagers really surprised her. All the villagers had happy smiles on their faces, feeding chickens, ducks, pigs and geese. They were extremely energetic and connected with each other.
It's not like other villages where people gather together to either play cards or brag.
Every time I passed by the villagers, I heard all the ideas about how to make a fortune, what kind of chickens to raise, how to raise them, and how to deal with which crop diseases and insect pests. But most of them were sitting there, carving knives in one hand,
A piece of bamboo in one hand is carving something neatly.
Coupled with the various cars that come from time to time, the tourists who come down...
Ruan Xianghe felt in a trance. Is this really a small, remote village? How could this village be so lively?
Ruan Xianghe chatted with several villagers and asked some indirect questions. As a result, the more questions he asked, the more doubts he had in his mind. Are there bamboos in the northeast? Are there bodhi trees in the mountains in the northeast? There are not only monks in the temple, but also a wolf and a monkey.
A squirrel, a child? Why does this sound like a fantasy story?
Although Ruan Xianghe often reads news, she never reads the entertainment section. She only reads the international situation, national events and things in the medical field.
Although Ichijiji Temple is somewhat famous and has even been on the news, she really hasn't paid attention to it. Maybe she glanced at it but didn't take it to heart, and she has forgotten it long ago...
but now……
Looking at the lush bamboo forest at the bottom of the mountain, even if the autumn wind is cold and has a hint of winter, it only blows off some cold bamboo leaves and does not freeze this large sea of bamboo to death.
Ruan Xianghe was in a daze. Is this really Northeast China?
The three people chatted and came to the mountain. When they reached the top of the mountain, Ruan Xianghe looked at the small temple in the distance, as well as the cold bamboo forest behind him, the huge canopy in the temple, and the green bodhi trees. He was shocked again.
.The things in front of her were a bit too fantasy, like a dream. This temple seemed to challenge her understanding of the natural world...
In fact, not only Ruan Xianghe, but also Zhao Yumin was shocked by the bamboo forest and bodhi tree. Although Zhao Yumin had heard about it a long time ago, he was still shocked when he actually saw it.
The three of them came to the entrance of Yizhi Temple. In addition to the bell tower and drum tower, what they saw were the two Arhat trees on the left and right of the entrance! Although it didn't take long, under the nourishment of the Buddha's energy, the two Arhat trees had grown to two meters high.
, the arms are getting thicker. The point is, when the autumn wind blows, the ginkgo becomes golden!
In the Northeast, ginkgo is not a rare thing. In some cities, it is planted all over the streets... But the two trees in front of me are different. The leaves are golden and red, like golden flames burning on the trees. I want to pretend not to see it.
Totally impossible!
Ruan Xianghe went over and took a closer look. The more he looked, the more surprised he became. He couldn't help but admire: "This tree is really well-kept. It is considered a noble among the nobles among ginkgo trees. It's so beautiful. I don't know how this temple is."
Raised..."
Zhao Yumin also said: "It is true that I have seen many ginkgo trees, but in terms of appearance, this is definitely the best one. If this one were taken out, I don't know how many ginkgo lovers would be willing to spend a lot of money."
Jiang Ting didn't understand this. The two deans were here, so she couldn't say anything randomly. She just looked at the ginkgo tree in front of her with her eyes flickering, and thought to herself: "Abbot Fang Zheng is really a god. He points to the mountain and touches the mountain."
The temple is getting more and more magical." Fang Zheng became more and more curious in his heart. What kind of person is this little monk? Why does everything that falls into his hands become different?
Thinking of this, Jiang Ting glanced at the Bell Tower and Drum Tower, which were donated by Fatty and Monkey. She naturally knew these things very well. But the more she looked at it, the more incredible it became. They were obviously newly built, but how could they exude the atmosphere of a thousand-year-old temple?
The charm? And the same goes for this temple. When I came here last time, I just felt that the house was very new. When I got close, I felt peaceful and peaceful. But when I look at it again today, I feel that the temple is solemn and inviolable. And this
This feeling was something she had only experienced in those thousand-year-old temples...
Several people walked into the Ichiji Temple with doubts.
Stepping into the Yizhi Temple, Ruan Xiang River actually feels like a step into heaven. Outside the temple, there are countless worries in my heart, but when I step in, I feel much calmer. Just like the filter, the turbid water is filtered.
After filtering through the net, it suddenly became a lot clearer. Although there were still some messy thoughts in my heart, compared with before, I felt relieved and relaxed.