All the ill-fated people in the world are all suffering their minds, straining their muscles and bones, and starving their bodies and skins, but those who eventually achieve great things are like very few?

All the people in the world who have dreams are all empty, motivated to endure, and the gain is very great, but how many people can finally get the wind and clouds?

What determines your destiny? Is it knowledge, is it morality, is it family, is it character, is it chance, is it the times, or is it every choice you make?

Chapter 1 Asking the Heavens Angrily

The fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, for most people, is just another day of the year that can be used to pay tribute to their ancestors after the Qingming Festival. But not for Zhang He. Because it was not only his birthday, but also his mother's birthday. He usually chooses to leave all his work on this day and go to the cemetery to meet his "mother".

But on this day in 2015, he failed to appear at his mother's grave as scheduled. But before seven o'clock in the morning, he braved the light rain that had already fallen in the early hours of the morning and came to the Temple of Heaven Park in Beijing alone.

As soon as he entered the park, he headed straight for the Gübelin on the west side of the mound. Then he stood outside the forest, holding the railing in front of him with one hand and the backpack on his chest with the other, and jumped into the forest. Then, as if he were familiar with the road, he walked quickly to an old tree with a red license plate in the middle of the woods, and pressed his forehead and hands to the trunk of the tree, as if they were facing each other, and closed his eyes for a while. After that, he crouched down again, pulled a small shovel out of the side pocket of his backpack, and began to dig up the soil under the tree.

But before he could dig a few times, he suddenly stopped. Then he quickly backfilled the soil, knelt on the ground, unloaded the backpack that had been protecting his chest, and carefully took out a bulging cloth bag made of yellow silk from the bag with both hands, and sprinkled the "thing" inside against the neck of the tree in front of him.

Zhang He is "burying the bones", moving his mother's bones from the cemetery where he has lived for 20 years. Why did he do that? I won't go into that here. It can only be said that no matter what he experienced in his life in previous years, or how bitter he was in his heart at that time, and how many tears there were in his eyes, he would hold up a smile to face this July 15, which meant very much to him and his mother, and never saw him with such a serious expression from beginning to end as today.

But what was puzzling was much more than that, I saw him caressing every bone of his mother like that, until he found that the tears in his eyes had gradually blurred his eyes, and then he suddenly stopped his hand, and while looking at the flowers and plants around him, he said to his "mother": "Mom! Do you like the new home that your son has chosen for you? Are you satisfied with the environment here? Look at how beautiful it is to be surrounded by lush greenery and flowers! You don't have to suffocate under the dark ground anymore, and you can come to see you often in the future, whether it is your son's work or usual, are you happy?"

Zhang He raised his head and let out a long breath, closed his eyes and confused the rain and tears on his face for a while, and then continued: "Mom, don't blame your son for being willful, my son really doesn't want you to accept the worship of those hypocrites anymore, let alone let you lie in that cold cemetery. You say you've been a good person all your life, but why did you leave before you were forty?

Zhang He didn't say any more, but instead moved his gaze to the mound altar not far away, as if he wanted to use this to divert his attention and abide by the taboo of only reporting good news and not bad news to his mother for twenty years. But it didn't work out, and only a few dozen seconds later, he slowly stood up, and at the same time stiffened his neck, as if facing the air, as if he was saying to his mother:

"Mom, I don't understand! Why don't good people in this world get good rewards? Why can't sincerity be exchanged between people? Why are kind-hearted people always bullied and despised by others, and don't get the respect they deserve? Why are people who value love and righteousness always ridiculed and used by others? Why are self-taught people turned away just because they don't have a degree? Why do people who have been working hard have everything but miss what they want? Why do families fall apart for houses and money? Why should anyone go with the flow, even if he thinks it is his success to deceive, fool and hurt others?"

Zhang He, whose eyes became colder and colder, suddenly lowered his head, but he did not stop there, but looked at his "mother" more impatiently and said: "Mom, I've had enough, I don't want to live like you again! You used to say that everything is providential, but I ask you, where is the heavens?"

Zhang He, who was getting more and more excited, suddenly strode in the direction of the mound altar on his right, and the sky at this time also seemed to have a sense to make his response. I saw that the huge and impatient raindrops were replaced by a gentle drizzle in an instant. Suddenly, the wind changed, the wind suddenly rose, and the sound of rain suddenly drowned out all the sounds in this world.

So much so that at the moment when Zhang He ascended the altar of the mound, he was the only one left on the altar. Then, without any scruples, he braved the pouring rain and glared angrily at the "echo wall" in front of him where the tablet of God was kept, and said fiercely: "God, I want to ask you today, what is the will of heaven? My mother has a good heart, why has she been bullied all her life? My father is violent and has fallen into peace and quiet. My grandfather was benevolent and lived no more than 60 years. My grandmother is the head of the house, but she has nothing to rely on when she is old. The father-in-law is sick, and the aunt is proud. Neiko has no quarrel with the world, and the eaves are snorting. The beloved daughter is young, and she has been displaced several times. self-denial and revenge, being ridiculed and stupid. did not compete with his family for profit, but was swept away. Compare your heart to your heart, and be calculated everywhere. There is no place for learning and success. Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as dogs, since they are impartial, why do people deceive heaven and deceive?"

Zhang He broke out, he finally shattered the previous self who never complained about the world and always self-denial on the day of his 35th birthday; he finally let the grievances in his heart wantonly drive away the teardrops that had been hiding in his heart for many years; at this moment he was like being possessed by an ancient priest, but he was not begging, but questioning.

But at this moment, there was a "click", and a thunderclap came from the sky, as if to remind him not to be disrespectful to the sky. But a disdainful smile appeared on Zhang He's face, and he lowered his head and muttered: "You mean that I was wrong, okay, if I am extremely evil and take the blame, I admit it, I deserve it!"

At this point, Zhang He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, his gaze was firm, and he suddenly raised his voice and roared loudly: "Is kindness wrong? Is it wrong to forbear? Is it wrong to be affectionate? Is it wrong not to fight? If these are all wrongs, okay! Then I'll change it! You give my mother back to me first! You can let me live again! Have you given me a chance?"

Such hysteria is the first time in Zhang He's past history. If it weren't for the heavy rain at this time muffling his voice, he would have been asked out. He is really a person who has never been seen before, since the Ming Dynasty has stood here for nearly 500 years, when have you seen such a person? As a tour guide, he also stood here just two days ago, still explaining the etiquette of worshipping heaven to the guests, and introducing to foreigners how the Chinese respect heaven and earth.

But strange things also happened quietly with his final near-collapse sentence, "Did you give me a chance?" I saw a white light suddenly fall from the sky and envelop him at once. While making his surroundings instantly brighter, he could no longer hear any sound. But there was no trace of panic on his face. On the contrary, there is a kind of serenity like a sleeping baby.

He felt that he had entered a white space surrounded by clouds and mist, and in this space he really saw his past. All the unforgettable images in his memory were staged in front of him one by one as if the scene was recreated.

He raised his hand to touch it, and was pulling at the face of his mother, who had walked past him when he was a child, but before his hand could reach him, the picture suddenly disappeared. In this way, I don't know how long it took for the ever-changing picture around him to finally freeze on the day when he was almost 6 years old in 1985. Then he slowly closed his eyes with tears in his eyes.

Poetry: Ascend a place and ask the sky,

It is difficult to complete the story of the good man.

Mo Dao is blessed in the future,

May this world be merciful.