Chapter Twenty-Three: A Chance Encounter

Chance encounter with Zhang Baotong 2016.314

People are doing their own thing as if no one else is around, and the light of day is still the same. The music of the roadside shops was sleepy. At this time, I saw the small shop in front of me, and there was a young and beautiful girl in the store, and her youthful temperament and beautiful appearance made me want to take a few more looks every time I passed by.

So, I slowed down and tried to walk slowly past the door. However, at this moment, I saw the girl come out of the store and sprinkle a large handful of sunflower seed skins on the road in front of the door. In fact, there is a garbage bin more than ten meters away from her. Seeing that there were more melon seed skins on the originally clean ground, I felt very uncomfortable. So, as I walked past the store, I looked at the girl again, and I thought that this girl was not beautiful at all, and even a little annoying.

Walking past the small shop, I remembered an incident that my classmates had talked about together in the morning. The classmate who was the best student in our class, after graduating from college, found a beautiful girl and brought it to the United States, I wanted the two of them to live well in the United States, but my wife quickly let the foreigner take it away, and he himself has been for more than 30 years, and there has been no news, so people don't know if he is dead or alive now. Therefore, every Chinese New Year is the saddest day for their family.

At this time, I passed by a bus stop and saw a little boy of two or three years old running around in the driveway. The speeding cars braked sharply as they slowly passed him. I shouted, "Whose child?" and a young mother raised her head and hurried to pull the child. I think she was so obsessed with her phone that she forgot about the children.

In fact, the children at home are like this, except for sleeping at night, they even play with their mobile phones when they eat, as if they can't live without their mobile phones. There is also the girl and the girl who are in love, the two say they are in love, but they are actually playing with their mobile phones. Mobile phones seem to pique their interest more than lovers.

Speaking of love, it reminds me of my mother's neighbor, the boy and the girl have only known each other for a day or two, and they lived together, but not long after, because of the bride price, the girl ran away with other boys. Love is a very solemn and prudent thing, how can it be like eating and drinking. I'm really worried, if this continues, will our love be touching again in the future, and will there be more classics in our culture and art?

It was nearly dusk in the Lake District on the edge of the city. The lake area is in the county seat on one side and the countryside on the other, and the scenery is beautiful. After a long rainy day, the sun is very good, and there are naturally many people who come to the lake to visit the park. However, the visitors to the park are only chatting and strolling, and few people are interested in the lake view. Perhaps they have turned a blind eye to the view. On the observation deck by the lake, I saw a large row of girls sitting on a bench facing the lake, but when I looked closer, I saw that they were not looking at the scenery, but playing with their mobile phones. I can't help but sigh: how people's hearts are numb to such a point.

On the way to the lake, I met a running girl, about twenty-one or twelve years old, young, thin and slender, wearing a green sweater, but with a red coat around her waist. Her running posture is light and beautiful. Although the girl's appearance is average, because she is young, slim, and energetic, it makes people feel very unusual. In fact, there are many young and beautiful girls in the Lake District, but I like to look at this girl, and the more I look at it, the more beautiful I feel. I thought: If I were in my twenties, I would have to chase her and let her be my sister. I know that all girls love beauty, but they only know how to dress themselves with makeup and dressing. Wouldn't it be more beautiful if they could spend some time running and exercising, so that they could be heroic and energetic?

While I was looking at the girl intently, a neighbor's eldest sister appeared in front of me, carrying a plastic bag containing young camelina cabbage. She was going to deliver the vegetables she had just dug up from the meadow by the lake to the monks' canteen in the temple. Because I heard her tell about a monk who had two women, and one of them he won by playing cards. So, I went with her to meet the monk and his woman. So, she took me into the Buddhist temple. The canteen is at the back of the main hall and is a row of bungalows. Outsiders were not allowed to enter the monk's residence, but following the neighbor's eldest sister, I entered the cafeteria. In the cafeteria was a man in his fifties, bald, wearing a yellow coat and gray trousers worn by monks, with wide trouser legs. I knew this was the person my eldest sister had told me. The monk weighed the food, paid for it, and we left the cafeteria. However, I regret not seeing that woman.

The eldest sister said to me, don't look at these monks, they are not very rich, but they play cards for 1200, which is scared to death. His second woman was someone who played cards and owed him a lot of money, and he mortgaged his wife to him if he didn't have the money to pay it back. The eldest sister said that the woman was very nice to this monk and thought that it was better to be with this monk than with his man. I asked him again, and the original woman had no opinion. The eldest sister said that his original woman didn't know where she got it.

I have the impression that the monks have faith and discipline, and they are not allowed to gamble and have women. These are the precepts and professional ethics that monks and monks must follow. If you can't follow the faith and precepts, you should leave the monastery and return to the world, so as not to ruin your reputation and the atmosphere of the monastery for such a thing. In addition, society and monasteries should not allow such immoral things and people to be too tolerant. In fact, when we do all kinds of things, we should do the same, where there are rules and constraints, we should strictly enforce them, only in this way can the society be peaceful and harmonious.

When my eldest sister and I walked to our family compound, we met a female classmate of mine, whose lover was my best companion when I was a teenager and played ball with us every day. It's a pity that he died of liver cancer shortly after he retired from the second line last year. When I heard the news, I was sad for a long time. The death of her husband also hit her very hard. Last year, she and her lover came to my mother's house to worship the New Year, at that time, she did not look old at all, but when I saw her again today, I found that she was much older, and her face was dark and dark. Because I was afraid of hurting her sore spots, I spoke very carefully, and I didn't dare to say more, so I broke up.

When I got home, I told my mother that I had seen her, and she said that she was so pitiful, that she was usually alone and didn't go out much. Then, he said that my friend was just busy earning money, and he was desperately eating, drinking, and socializing with others, but as a result, his body was damaged, and he was not too old, and he was gone, which was a pity. However, I know that he is engaged in railway engineering, and usually they either invite others or others invite them, anyway, you invite me and I invite you all day long, endlessly, endlessly. Therefore, this tragedy should be the sorrow of our people.

These things are actually ordinary things that we usually do, and I don't think everyone will feel new. If everyone finds it boring, it will be a dozing for everyone.