"Big brother, when you say that, I also think that the Buddha is similar to Fangzheng. It seems that Fang Zheng also has a boy, right?" "The third child just doesn't like to think, or the muscles spin faster than the brain. But that doesn't mean he can't think!

Song Xianhe narrowed his eyes and nodded. From the first time he met Fangzheng, he felt that this monk was not simple. When he killed people on the mountain, he and Fang Zheng looked at each other, and at that time he only felt that Fang Zheng's eyes were unfathomable, and as if he could see through him, he could see through everything.

But he didn't think much of it at the time, just thought it was a hallucination. Now that I think about it carefully, it is clear that the eyes are a Buddha looking at a sinner! But this Buddha does not seem to be in a hurry, but quietly waiting for something.

So, what is he waiting for?

Song Xianhe had a vague feeling that the monk was waiting for him!

As soon as he thought of this, Song Xianhe felt uncomfortable, and subconsciously looked up at the ceiling, as if someone was watching him in the dark.

At night, a finger to the mountain.

"Where am I?" The second sat up with a blank face, his eyes were extremely confused, and then his pupils focused, looking around vigilantly.

"Amitabha, donor, since you are awake, let's go down the mountain. At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

When the second child heard this, he suddenly turned around, and saw a white-clothed monk sitting at the door in the dim light, looking outside. He could only see a back, but it was such a back, but he was shocked and relaxed when he saw it.

But immediately, he was also awakened by this back, and said in surprise: "I...... Didn't I fall off a cliff and die? No, I didn't die!" the second child touched his body, and then asked, "Are you the host of Fangzheng?"

Fang Zheng slowly turned around, nodded slightly, and said, "Donor, go down the mountain." ”

"But, I'm ......" The second child didn't know why, the more plain Fang Zheng's performance became, the more uneasy his heart became. Thinking of the picture after he fell off the cliff, he didn't believe that he was still alive! Who could save him from such a high cliff?

"If you have any questions, you can ask the Buddha. If not, go down the mountain. "Fang Zheng started to pick people up again.

The second child got up and touched his stomach, and the knife wound he had stabbed at the beginning was still faintly painful, reminding him that none of this was a dream. He wanted to ask Fang Zheng something, but found that Fang Zheng had already gotten up and walked outside.

The second child quickly got up and followed, and when he caught up, he saw that Fang Zheng had already entered the Buddhist hall, sitting behind the big wooden fish, knocking!~knock!knock!

The second child listened to the sound of the wooden fish full of trills and the chanting of the scriptures with Buddha rhyme, and then thought of the life and death he had experienced, and in a trance, he seemed to see something, but he couldn't figure it out or see through.

The sense of confusion in my heart became stronger, and I slowly walked into the Buddhist hall, knelt on the futon, looked up at the Buddha statue, and after putting my hands together, I gently closed my eyes.

At that moment, he only felt that his whole body had become ethereal, and the whole person seemed to rise into the air and fly into the sky. It was as if he was reincarnated between life and death, and endless memories flashed through his mind.

At the same time, Fang Zheng slowly opened his eyes, and the mirror light flashed in his eyes - a dream!

The next moment, the picture in front of Fang Zheng's eyes turned.

"Wow, wow, wow!" a child's cry rang in his ears.

The picture is a little blurry, it seems that tears are blocking the eyes, and only a blurry figure can be seen.

"I'm sorry, child, my mother really can't afford to raise you. My mother won't live long, I just hope that a kind person can adopt you and give you a home. I'm sorry......" The figure also seemed to be crying, retreating as it spoke, and eventually disappeared from sight.

At that moment, Fang Zheng could feel that the child was crying desperately, but he was too young to wave his little hands weakly but couldn't catch anything, so he could only keep crying, crying loudly, crying out his throat!

Outsiders may not understand what the baby is shouting, but Fang Zheng understands, he is shouting, "Mommy!

At that moment, Fang Zheng's heart was shaken and painful, because he was also an abandoned child, and he could feel the despair and pain from the baby. A child who is about to lose his mother, powerless, desperate, miserable! The temperature around him seems to be getting colder and colder.

This world is so cold!

When the picture fell into darkness and lit up again......

Fang Zheng still felt the incomparably cold, as if his blood was about to freeze, that kind of cold, not only the temperature, but also the desperate cold in his heart.

"Another poor child. A gentle voice suddenly sounded, and it was incomparably warm, like the sun in winter. A word, but Fang Zheng trembled when he heard it......

The child slowly opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged man approaching, it was a pair of incomparably gentle eyes, incomparably compassionate eyes. I don't know why, after seeing these eyes, the child stopped crying, but subconsciously stretched out his hands.

"Well, since no one wants you, then I want you. In the future, you will be called Song Xianshu. The man smiled and picked up the baby.

Feeling the man's body temperature, the baby suddenly smiled.

The man laughed and said, "Oh, it's not big, it's quite powerful." You also have an older brother, his name is Song Xianhe. ”

As he spoke, the man walked away with the baby in his arms.

The picture is dark, when it lights up again.

"Xianhe, come and see, you have an extra brother. You're going to be your brother from now on, and you'll have to take care of your brother. The man smiled and held the child in his arms to another one-year-old child.

When the little boy, who was more than a year old, heard this, he immediately ran over and shouted, "Brother, brother!"

The picture turned again, and in an instant, the children had grown up, one was three years old and one year old.

At mealtime, there was nothing to eat on the man's table, only a potato and a bowl of vegetable soup.

Song Xianhe and Song Xianshu sat there, with half a big potato in front of them, one person ate a bite, Song Xianhe always ate a little, Song Xianshu didn't understand it yet, and gnawed on it in a big gulp. When it was time to finish eating, basically all the big potatoes were eaten by Song Xianshu......

The man said, "Xianhe, you can eat this." While speaking, he handed the potato in his hand to Song Xianhe, but Song Xianhe shook his head and said, "Don't, Dad, I've been feeling unwell lately and can't eat it." You have to eat more every day to work, and your brother is also growing up, so you have to eat more. When I'm older, we'll be able to work together, and we'll have two potatoes at a time!"

When the man heard this, his eyes immediately moistened, and he didn't know whether he was moved or sorry for the two children. Only Song Xianshu still tilted his head and didn't understand anything......

The picture changed again, and the child grew up a little more.