At 8:15 on August 6, 1945, the American B-29 bomber dropped the first atomic bomb used in actual combat in human history over Hiroshima, Japan.

As the mushroom cloud rose, 70,000 people died...

A few days later, another atomic bomb was dropped on Nagasaki, not far from Hiroshima. This time, tens of thousands of people were killed again.

Faced with the huge power of nuclear explosions, Japan finally decided to surrender unconditionally, thus ending World War II.

While the whole world was cheering for the end of World War II, one person sighed deeply.

This man is Oppenheimer, the father of the atomic bomb.

I have read a biography about "Oppenheimer". I can't remember the specific year and month it was written and who the author is. But I still remember that on the title page of the biography, next to Oppenheimer's black and white photo

Write a line of words.

That was an ancient Indian poem that Oppenheimer quoted after the atomic bombing.

The content of the poem is translated as "If a thousand suns shine together in the sky, mankind will perish, and I seem to become the god of death and the destroyer of all things in the world."

Although I don't know Oppenheimer's mood at that time, I can really feel that he was regretful, fearful and disappointed.

Today, mankind has already overcome the scientific difficulties of nuclear fusion, and has brought mankind into a new wireless era with the powerful energy supply of nuclear fusion.

In this era, not only the connections between people have become invisible, but also the connections between things.

But I can still feel that big net enveloping the whole world.

…

I don't quite remember what happened in the first chapter of the story.

The experience that night was so painful that I didn't even dare to think about it anymore.

As deserters, the two brothers of the Qingshui family finally found shelter in an ancient temple after being hunted by wolves all night.

The skinny old man seemed frail, but he could keep the beasts at bay. At this moment, I felt that what I had found was not only the possibility of survival, but a future that I might have never been exposed to or imagined.

…

"You don't have to be afraid. I am also Japanese. I followed the army to China about twenty years ago. We fought with the Germans and took this piece of meat from their mouths. But I personally hate war, so I and

You both became deserters. I always felt that I had no face to go back, so I lived in seclusion here. I didn't expect...after so many years, I would actually meet you two? What? Is the war not over yet?" Skinny

The ghost-like old man was wearing coarse cloth with his arms open. He looked like an old warrior. Although his figure seemed frail, his voice was loud and he looked very healthy.

"No, senior, your war has ended long ago, and our empire is the victorious party." My brother replied.

The old man was confused: "Since we have already won, why do we continue to wage war?"

"The great emperor believed that we should have a wider territory, so we launched a war again, and this time we joined forces with our former defeated generals. Our army planned to occupy the entire Asia, and Germany, they were already in

We have achieved brilliant results on the European battlefield." My brother's words did not seem to be so repulsive to the war.

The old man looked at him a few more times with some concern, and then looked at his brother again.

The elder brother knelt down and sat on the plate with a humble expression. He sighed softly: "Senior, don't mind. My younger brother has been influenced by militarism since elementary school. The war he understands has always been a glorified war, so..."

"Well...that's very strange. Why did you choose to escape? And why did your brother choose to follow you?" The old man interrupted before his brother could finish.

The younger brother was a little nervous, so he looked to his elder brother for help.

The elder brother explained: "My younger brother and I have been taken care of by our Japanese father and Chinese mother respectively since we were very young. My grandfather is a very famous painter, but he always felt that his father married

It was a shame for the family to marry a Chinese woman, so my mother brought me back to China when I was very young, while my younger brother was left in Japan... Later, my mother died of illness, and before her death

She wrote a letter to my father, and I returned to Japan... But I didn't expect that less than a year after returning to Japan, I was sent to the army by my grandfather and sent to the Chinese battlefield to participate in the war... As for my younger brother...

...Although my younger brother has been living in Japan, my grandfather has always disliked him and always wanted to change him and make him an upright man of the Shimizu family. But my younger brother is a person with his own ideas, although he does not have enough strength to do so.

Rebel against Grandpa, but he can decide whether to follow his brother and escape the war."

The old man laughed after hearing this: "I see... Then, what are you going to do next? Are you going to remain a deserter? Or are you going to find a way to return home?"

The brother was silent. He had not actually thought about what to do next. He was just fed up with being insulted by the officers and being forced to shoot at unarmed people. He felt that it was wrong and a shameless act, so he took

Taking advantage of the darkness, he and his brother fled into the mountains.

After entering the mountain, after the short-term excitement brought about by finally being freed dissipated, he became confused.

During the war, it was simply wishful thinking to find a place to stay... not to mention... there were already many guerrillas near where they were stationed.

Even if the elder brother can get by with his accented Chinese, the younger brother's identity may be exposed, and they may still be killed by then.

Therefore, the elder brother did not choose to take his younger brother to the mountains and forests where it looked like he had a better chance of survival. Instead, he pulled him deep into the darkest and weirdest forests.

Before they met the wolf, the younger brother had sprained his foot.

When carrying his younger brother forward, the younger brother asked his elder brother: "Can we still see our father?"

The brother didn't answer. He didn't even know whether his decision was right or wrong... In short, in the darkness, he couldn't see his fingers, and the only things he could feel were fear and his own breathing.

Finally, the beating heart of the prey attracted the bloodthirsty wolf.

They followed them all the way and attacked the brothers in an open area with no trees to serve as a safe haven.

Although the elder brother, who has been living with his mother, is obviously much stronger than his younger brother, when faced with the killing of wild wolves, the seemingly thin younger brother was the first to pick up a dagger and fight back.

The sharp dagger pierced into the flesh, and when the hot blood gushes out, the wild blood rushes towards his face.

The wolves did not retreat because of this, they became more and more crazy.

Seeing that the two brothers were about to become food for the wolves, the bells of the ancient temple came and rescued the two brothers.

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"Senior! Please take us in!" The elder brother finally made the decision, and he took his younger brother to bow before the old man.

The flickering candlelight in the ancient temple reflected a hideous black shadow on the dilapidated Arhat statue covered with dust and cobwebs. Outside the ruins, there was a miserable wind and rain, and everything in the darkness seemed to have turned into a bloodthirsty demon.

The younger brother was not afraid when facing the hungry wolf, but when he heard the wind, he subconsciously hid away from his elder brother.

The old man looked at the two brothers in front of him silently, and waited until the wind and rain stopped, then he sighed and said: "Hey, that's all... Although I couldn't help myself, I shouldn't have harmed you two.

But if you really have no other place to go, then stay."

The elder brother was satisfied when he finally got the answer he wanted, but the younger brother heard the danger hidden in these words.

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The next morning, after a night of wind and rain, the ancient temple no longer had the shadows in the late night. It shone brightly under the sunlight.

In the incense burner in front of the temple, I don't know when the incense was lit.

My younger brother was staring at the golden temple in a daze when he suddenly heard bursts of chanting.

He climbed up from the rotten hay, stumbled open the creaking wooden door, and was stunned by the sight in front of him.

I saw that last night, there were empty tombs and broken monuments everywhere in the temple, which looked like mass graves. At this time, there were green bricks everywhere, and the monks who came and went were all in high spirits, with Buddha's light on their faces.

The younger brother rubbed his eyes hastily, thinking he had seen it wrong.

But when a young novice came over to say hello with a smile, he suddenly woke up.

This is not a dream.

All of this is real before our eyes.

only……

Could it be that everything I experienced last night was fake?

When I was confused, my brother also woke up.

When he saw his brother standing in front of the door, he got up and walked over to ask, but was shocked by the sight in front of him.

Seeing this, my brother became even more sure that everything last night was not an illusion.

At this moment, a kind-hearted old monk wearing a white washed monk's robe walked over.

When the young novice monk saw him, he immediately ran over to greet him with a smile and said, "Uncle Takahashi."

"Hey! OK, OK! Xiaodouzi got up early today. Why didn't you wait for the sun to burn your butt before getting up?"

The little novice monk known as Xiaodouzi blushed: "Oh, Xiaodouzi sometimes gets up early. Besides, there were guests last night, so I must get up early to take a look."

"Oh, you're the one who's well-informed. Okay, okay, you go and help my uncle go to your uncle's place to see if there's any leftover food. We can't starve our guests."

Xiaodouzi nodded obediently when he heard this: "Yes!"

Seeing the cute little Douzi jumping away like a girl, my brother was a little lost.

The younger brother's focus was not on this. He had been carefully looking at everything in the temple and constantly comparing it with what he saw last night.

When the kind-hearted old man saw it, he came closer and said: "One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. You two don't have to stick to appearances. If you want to live a stable life here, just accept it calmly."

The old man's words were like enlightenment. After hearing this, the two brothers couldn't help but calm down.

For a long time after that, the elder brother and younger brother lived as guests in this mysterious temple hidden in the mountains.

But slowly, the younger brother became more and more unable to control his curiosity, and his questions became more and more.

For example, what he most often mentioned to his brother was why he never saw monks walking out of the temple, but the incense in the temple never stopped? The monks chanted sutras during the day and meditated at night, but no one came to give alms.

What do so many people rely on for food? They heard the bells of the ancient temple and got shelter after they became deserters/they didn't go far into the mountains. Then why can't they hear the sound of artillery fire outside the mountains? What on earth is here?
To be continued...