After the food was consumed, everyone simply cleaned up, and the Tiandiguan began to welcome the pilgrims.

Ten students were assigned to assist a few people on the side.

Due to the fact that a group of students are autistic and not good at interpersonal communication, only Li Lei and Han Meimei were arranged to receive pilgrims at the door.

Rao is Li Lei is optimistic by nature, and at this moment, he still feels embarrassed when he gets along with Han Meimei and the two in close proximity.

The sentence "a little empty" before tomorrow night has become a source of happiness for everyone, but as a party, the emotions in my heart can be imagined.

Fortunately, the number of pilgrims who came to Tiandiguan was enough, and just the back and forth reception made the two of them busy without the slightest idleness, so there was no need to bother with how to talk awkwardly.

For these "temporary top posts" students, the pilgrims are still very tolerant, even if their business is not skilled enough, the pilgrims still patiently smile and encourage.

The pilgrims are more or less aware of the activity of experiencing the life of the Daomen, and they also understand the particularity of these students, and they are particularly friendly with each other.

……

Inside the main hall.

"Little master, how should you bow down when you enter the incense?" a pilgrim asked about the boy in a Taoist robe next to him.

The boy's name is Fu Zhen, a senior in high school.

He was originally the top student in the class, and he was arrogant, but he made a big mistake in this year's college entrance examination.

His parents were going to let Fu Zhen repeat his studies for a year, and he agreed, but when he thought of next year's college entrance examination, the whole person panicked, worried about what if he failed the exam again next year?

Watching the classmates around him post the admission letters in the circle of friends one by one, he was depressed.

Not long ago, at a class gathering, Fu Zhen happened to hear several classmates talking about his failure behind his back, and there was no lack of ridicule in his words.

Returning home in a daze, Fu Zhen locked himself in the room and fell into autism completely.

was isolated from the outside world for more than a week, and in the end, Fu Yuan's parents couldn't stand it anymore and decided to take him out for a trip.

At this time, the official account of Tiandiguan released the activities of Daomen life experience, and Fu Zhen's parents felt that this was a good opportunity, so they signed up for him.

Hearing the pilgrim's question, Fu Yideng lowered his head crampedly, and his lips were tightly pursed together, as if he was criticized by the teacher by name.

"Little master, do you see me acting like this?" the pilgrim did not show impatience because of this, but continued to ask softly.

"You...... Your posture of holding incense is not quite right...... Hand...... It should be like this......" Fu Zhen hesitated, and then said in a low voice, gesturing with the movements he had learned from tomorrow night before.

"It turns out that there are still these details, hehe, the professional is different! Thank you, little master, if you hadn't helped me correct my posture, maybe the gods would have blamed me for not being sincere enough!" the pilgrim quipped to the students after the incense.

"No, you're welcome!" Fu Zhen shrank back a little uncomfortably, and replied with a red face.

Under the old tree.

"Little sister, can you take a picture for us?" said a woman with a camera, walking up to the schoolgirl with a pestle under the old tree.

The female student's name is Yu Yuan, the little sister who has just entered junior high school, and she looks a little obese.

Today's students are generally precocious, and under the influence of the Internet and media, it is not uncommon for junior high school students to fall in love.

Yu Yuan likes a boy in the same class, because the other party has good academic performance, is handsome, and can play basketball.

Driven by a hazy favorite, Yu Yuan wrote a love letter to the boy.

However, this intention was not conveyed to the other party, but was brutally trampled.

The boy who had a good impression not only rejected Yu Yuan, but also left a sentence "Who would like a fat pig like you"!

For a young girl in the prime of her life, this kind of words are no less than a knife cut deep in the heart.

Since then, Yu Yuan has given up on himself, and while his weight is getting higher and higher, his personality is also becoming more and more withdrawn.

Standing under the old moon tree at this moment, looking at the couples, Yu Yuan couldn't wait to escape from this place full of the sour smell of love immediately.

Just as Yu Yuan was about to open her mouth to refuse the woman's request, she suddenly saw a man in a wheelchair behind the woman.

The man's face was withered and haggard, and his body was so thin that it seemed as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind. Obviously the weather is relatively hot, but the man wears a turban hat on his head, which is tightly wrapped.

Apparently, the man had a disease, and nine times out of ten it was cancer that required chemotherapy.

Yu Yuan's words stopped when she came to her lips, she nodded silently, and took the camera handed by the woman.

The woman smiled, walked quickly to the wheelchair, crouched down, and rested her head on the man's shoulder. The latter smiled with difficulty, reached out and took the woman's hand, his eyes shining with indescribable softness.

Yu Yuan's hands holding the camera trembled slightly, she took a deep breath, and pressed the shutter before her vision was blurred.

"Thank you, little sister!" the woman stepped forward to thank her.

While the woman was looking at the photo, Yu Yuan whispered: "Your relationship must be very good!"

"You guessed it wrong, little sister, in fact, we quarrel almost every day. The woman's face flushed with a hint of gloom and she said bitterly.

Yu Yuan looked at the woman with a puzzled expression, and found that the woman's eyes were already red.

"You can see that he is sick and he doesn't know if he can be cured. His temper became irritable and irritable, and I had to take care of his emotions at all times, and at the same time, I had to worry about all kinds of trivial matters, and under all kinds of pressure, I would inevitably say some angry things. Then the two of them quarreled non-stop, clamoring for divorce, you yelled at me, I yelled at you, and I continued to cry after you cried!" the woman said slowly.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but the woman laughed as she spoke.

Yu Yuan listened to the woman's story, and vaguely felt that when she said this, her heart should be happy.

"Why have you been able to persevere?" Yu Yuan asked suddenly, his eyes revealing a bit of urgency.

The woman looked at Yu Yuan deeply, and seemed to see through the little sister's mind at once, she pondered for a while, and replied softly: "He used to be my lover, and now he is my family, as a family, we can complain and quarrel with each other, but if we really want to give up each other, how can we do it?"

With that, the woman hung the camera around her neck and returned to the man's side.

Looking at the back of the woman pushing the wheelchair away, Yu Yuan seemed to see an overlapping picture in a trance: under the one hundred and eight steps of the towering Qingyun, a woman, with the assistance of a kind pilgrim, laboriously moved the wheelchair, climbing up the stairs one by one. In the middle of the way, when the woman stopped to rest breathlessly, the man in the wheelchair laboriously raised his hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead with his sleeve, and said something weakly on his lips.

(PS: My hands have been trembling when I hold things for the past two days, and my mentality has really exploded, why can't I get better?)