After returning home, I still think of that dream sometimes.
Although I usually have some weird dreams, although in those dreams I dress up in various ways, maybe I am a zombie Taoist priest who slays demons, or I am chasing a female ghost, or I think this is
The dream is actually real but it is still a dream.
But the dream I had that night was surprisingly clear, and I still didn’t forget it after I woke up, because what I dreamed about was exactly what I saw in the Sansheng Stone.
In the dream, I was still a spectator, quietly watching the performance of the movie, so that when I woke up, I was still wondering, if life is also a movie, then dreams are still a movie. If so,
, what is the difference between dreaming and waking?
It's really incomprehensible.
But I was relieved. It turned out that Chang Tianqing and I were brothers in my previous life. I finally understood why Chang Tianqing saved me for no reason. It turned out to be this.
Huh, no matter what, just do whatever you want. Why are you thinking so much? I suddenly understood that no matter what my past life was like in my future, it is not the most important thing. I am only in my twenties and I still have a long life.
long.
I had a choice, and I did make a choice. Although I lost a lot of things, I didn't regret it. I was suddenly very grateful for my experience.
Although I suffered a lot, I did realize something that no one else could realize in their lifetime, just like what the yellow hat said to me in my dream.
I finally understood the meaning of this sentence. The five aggregates are all suffering, and the five aggregates are all sentient. All living beings have emotions, and they are greedy for pleasure and lust. The river of love and desire reincarnates in life and death. Love of pleasure and feeling, love of existence, love of impermanence.
Therefore, the six paths of reincarnation and the sea of suffering are boundless.
It’s true that all sentient beings are sinful, and being ruthless is too painful. I understand this truth, but some things are just like this. Even if I understand, I still can’t escape. But when I think about it, I can’t think of it. Since all living beings are suffering, then there is one more for me.
, if I am missing, what difference does it make?
None of it matters anymore.
I returned home, saw my crying grandma and dad, and spent the new year peacefully. Life should go on as usual, right? It's like a Spring Festival Gala, with sadness and joy, laughter and boredom.
I still didn't laugh at Jiang Kun's cross talk, and Lao Zhao's skit made me laugh half to death. In the middle of the night, Lao Yi called me to wish me a happy New Year. I actually forgot about this incident. Lao Yi said to me, this is a big New Year's call.
It's a lot of trouble to make a phone call. I can't get through at all at twelve o'clock. Do you think this mobile phone is really mobile? Also, why don't you even think about sending me a text message?
I said I had forgotten, and Lao Yi smiled and said to me on the phone, saying that I was like San Mao, Nezha, and King Kong Calabash back in the day. Who could do this?
I laugh while saying nothing.
In fact, there is no need for us to do this at all. We both know in our hearts that two brothers can never be separated in one life, not to mention that this stupid roe deer seems to have known me in the previous life?
The days were like the urine of a prostate patient, and half a year passed.
In the summer, Uncle Lin called me. He didn't say anything on the phone. He just said that Uncle Wen wanted to see me. I put down the phone, bought a bus ticket, and returned to Harbin.
Uncle Wen is dying.
I have known about this for a long time. As early as last year, when I took Uncle Wen out of the hospital, I knew it when I saw the medical chart. It is impossible to say that I am not sad, but I didn't show it.
come out.
Because this magic stick lived an honest life, just like Mr. Liu of Nianzishan back then, without any regrets. This is probably the reason why he lived to be more than fifty years old even though he was short of life.
In Fuze Hall, Uncle Wen was lying on the bed, wearing a black shroud and holding dog food in his hand. We were all next to him, me, Lao Yi, Uncle Lin, Uncle Yuan, and everyone from the Zhen family
Also came, including my godmother, and the Zhen brothers knelt in front of Uncle Wen and said sorry to him. Uncle Wen smiled lightly, and then said to them: "It doesn't matter anymore. I have experienced so much in just a few decades."
I have also experienced pain and joy, and the so-called hatred will naturally disappear when I am about to die."
Uncle Wen said that people came crying, so he wanted to leave with a smile.
And he really did this and passed away with a smile on his face. But separation is a painful event in life. Although our hearts are full of pain, it was disrupted by a small episode.
Because there are many people present who have shortcomings and shortcomings, including me. Since I came back from the underworld, the path to the underworld has not been closed. When I saw Uncle Wen died, his soul crawled out of his body to dig at me.
When he opened his nostrils, he immediately showed an awkward smile, and for a moment, the sadness completely disappeared.
So everyone’s eyes were opened, and under Uncle Wen’s own selective guidance, we organized Uncle Wen’s funeral.
Although it is strange to say this, it is true. I feel relieved. We all have this day. This is just a process. Uncle Wen has finished this life and returned to the starting point to start a new life again and again. This is
The way of heaven.
In fact, Uncle Wen was really good to me. There was no need for too many words between men. This old guy had already treated me as his own, so much so that after his death, he left Fuzetang to me.
I sent it to Yinshi, and before I left, it told me that if it wanted to continue working, it could be a small shop.
After saying that, he left. I knew in my heart that Uncle Wen still hoped that I could inherit the career of this white-sect gentleman. After all, there are too many dark things in this society. If it weren’t for the white-sect gentlemen, there would be many more.
Tragedy happened.
So I acquiesced, I didn't lose my original intention, and I didn't change Fuzetang into a small shop.
Before Uncle Wen died, he once called the rich people he had tricked or helped in the past to tell him that he was going to die. He had taught all his skills to his apprentice. This apprentice had learned everything he knew and could do it on his own.
He's out of the way. If you have anything to do in the future, go to him.
Therefore, I no longer worry about running out of business.
When I was packing up Uncle Wen's belongings, I found a small cloth bag in his cabinet. After opening it, it was full of honorary certificates and letters of thanks from various Hope Projects. I opened one at random, and something fell out.
A photo shows Uncle Wen and a group of children, with a dilapidated bungalow in the background.
There is a line of large characters on the certificate that says, "All the teachers and students of XX Hope Primary School thank Mr. Zhang Wenchai."
Only now did I know what this money-grubbing old man had done, and why he was so greedy for money on weekdays that he didn’t leave much money after his death. I finally understood that Uncle Wen had stolen money from those wealthy people.
Where.
I was flipping through these certificates and letters of thanks, and I didn't expect that this old guy was the honorary principal of a certain Hope Primary School. As I flipped through these certificates and letters of thanks, I burst into tears.
Old bastard, I understand, good people will eventually be rewarded.
Later, I took over the business of Fuzetang, and I began to learn how to deceive those rich people and high-ranking officials. Although they didn't believe me at first and wanted to lower the price, after I performed the charm
After the unique skill, they were all impressed and praised me repeatedly for clearing one basket and winning one blue.
I smiled with half my face like a fairy.
Although I made a lot of money, I still didn’t keep it. As long as it’s enough to spend, how much is too much? So, I donated all of it to give children who couldn’t afford to go to school and a place to live.
A lonely old man who forgot his son in the nursing home. It is the happiest thing to do good. I think Uncle Wen will be proud of me.
I started to learn Landlord Dou and found that this game is really interesting. No wonder Uncle Wen liked it.
Day after day passed, Uncle Lin was still on the opposite side, but now that his "old enemy" for many years was dead, his fiery temper had also changed a lot, and Lao Yi still had the same virtue, always loving me no matter what.
drilled in the shop.
He showed off his prosthetic hand to me, saying it was based on the book Qi Men Creation and that it had many functions. He asked me if it was cool.
I looked at his prosthetic hand and was speechless. It was originally a cool prosthetic leg, but he drew a Tuzki on it. Lao Yi even showed off to me, saying that his wife had painted it for him because she felt
This is very warm.
His daughter-in-law is naturally Zhang Yaxin. After Zhang Yaxin forgot many things, she really fell in love with Lao Yi, a natural idiot. It must be said that things in the world are unpredictable.
I said to him speechlessly, it's very cool, does it have any specific functions?
Lao Yi smiled contemptuously, then walked to the flower pot I kept in the shop, and took off the index finger of the prosthetic hand. There was a nail inside. He shook it, and water oozed from the nail.
Lao Yi said to me very proudly that I had put the nails on the coffin of the bittern so that I could water the flowers.
So I was speechless again.
Life is really elusive. It's like I had given up on getting anything, but everything seemed to come naturally.
Liu Yudi graduated. She came to my store and told me to save money. I asked her why. She said she wanted to open a kindergarten next to her and let me be the principal then, because she was a third-year student.
If you lack one of the rights, you will never have real power throughout your life.
I smiled bitterly and understood what she meant. She understood that she would never wait for me to say I love you in this life, but she also understood that sometimes, not saying I love you is also a kind of protection.
So we have never talked about this matter since then, but we also know in our hearts that even if we can't live together day and night, although we can't say I love you, and we can't have that engagement, we can still live next door.
Not bad, because we love each other and are not alone.
The house prices in Harbin are very expensive. Fortunately, after Uncle Wen passed away, Uncle Lin didn’t care about anything anymore, so I borrowed a sum of money from him first to see what he meant.
It doesn't matter if he still pays it back. He spends a lot of time away from Harbin now, traveling around and slaying demons, trying to fulfill the dream that the two brothers failed to fulfill when they were young.
The house was finally bought and the kindergarten was opened.
If I were to say that the most uncertain thing in my life, apart from women, it would probably be children. These little ancestors always come into my store every day and say that it was their aunt (Liu Yudi) who told me that I have a story.
, want me to tell them.
This girl, I sighed, and then said to them: "Okay, okay, hurry up and sneak into the back room to move a few small stools. Hey, little ancestor, don't touch them, they are Buddha statues, not toys..."
When these children heard what I said, they happily moved some small stools and sat around me. I washed a basin of apples for them to eat, and then also sat on the small stools.
Among those children, there was a little boy with a tough head and a tough brain. He was chewing an apple and said to me: "Old Cui, tell me a story."
I was speechless, and then I yelled at him pretending to be serious: "Don't learn from your uncle Yi, you won't learn anything good! Call me the principal, oh, okay, what do you want to hear?"
The children were so happy when they heard what I was going to talk about. They said to me happily: "Just talk about the one you didn't finish talking about yesterday~~~!"
I smiled bitterly, then leaned on the small stool, took out a cigarette and put it in my mouth, but did not light it. When they saw that I was about to tell a story, they all became quiet.
I thought about it and then said to them: "Okay, let me tell you about the years when I was Mr. Yin Yang..."