Fang Zheng came to the side of the motorcycle, sat down cross-legged, and waited quietly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not long after, Ruan Hai came back, and this time he was particularly excited! The whole person almost ran out of the water, ran to the motorcycle, and was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the monk he met yesterday would come again. Looking at Fang Zheng suspiciously, Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, donor, meet again." Today, I look very happy, but what have I gained?"

As Fang Zheng spoke, he glanced at Ruan Hai's big dark hand, which was clenched tightly, as if it was holding something very important.

Fang Zheng was puzzled: "Ruan Hai dives here every day, is he looking for treasure? Did I guess wrong?"

However, Ruan Hai didn't mean to share with Fang Zheng, but nodded politely, put on his clothes, and rode away on a motorcycle.

Fang Zheng looked at Ruan Hai's back, shook his head slightly, and still did not catch up, but went back to the temple.

Ruan Hai returned home, parked the motorcycle, and then ran into the house quickly, and the thing that had been held in the palm of his hand was finally carefully placed on the table by him, it was a small golden thing, a little reflective in the sun. Ruan Hai looked at this little thing, his face seemed to bloom with infinite light in an instant, he smiled, laughed so happily! When was the last time he laughed like this, he himself had forgotten. But, today he was really happy!

However, the next moment, Ruan Hai's smile dissipated, and he carefully observed the badge, then picked it up and ran to the wall of the photo, and compared it with a photo, on it, his daughter stood at the school gate, smiling brightly, just like him just now. There is a badge pinned to the chest, it is a gold bottom, with Tiananmen Square on it, and the badge of the red flag, which is very beautiful. But what Ruan Hai has in his hand is just a golden one, and although there is a red flag on it, there is no Tiananmen Square!

Ruan Hai sat on the kang in an instant, letting the badge in his hand slide on the kang, leaning against the wall in a gloomy manner, closing his eyes, and letting out a lonely voice that only he could understand, and he didn't know what he was talking about...... The rough hands rubbed his face, as if he could wipe away all the pain if he rubbed it like this.

He sat there for a long time, and he didn't know when, until someone asked him to work, and he took his tools and went out.

On the third day, when Fang Zheng went out again, Ouyang Fenghua and Red Boy followed, and Fang Zheng didn't stop him. A group of three people came to the river, looking at the ruins all over the ground, Ouyang Fenghua suddenly sighed: "It's been more than 20 years, but I didn't expect this ruins to still exist." ”

Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and asked casually, "Master Ouyang, do you know here?"

Ouyang Fenghua said as a matter of course: "I know, my father has been here before, and he also wrote a poem about the ruthlessness of the river and the affection of the people." ”

Fang Zheng gave himself two mouths of thought, he looked for clues all over the place, but he didn't expect the clues to be in front of him, he suddenly disappeared! It was really bitter! Looking around, Ruan Hai didn't come, and there was still time, so Fang Zheng found a stone, everyone sat down, and asked, "Can you tell me about things here?"

Ouyang Fenghua saw Fang Zheng's serious face, knew that this was the right matter, and after carefully recalling it for a while, he said, "I haven't been here, I've heard about it." I have a photo album at home with a lot of photos my dad used to take. One of them is the Dongjiang flood 20 years ago. I heard my dad say that 20 years ago, after a week of torrential rains, the water level of the Dongjiang River skyrocketed, and the government immediately organized manpower to supervise the entire section of the river, especially the Dongjiang River, day and night.

The Dongjiang River grew rapidly, and the officers and men of the army and the local policemen all went up, and all kinds of sandbags were piled up, but it was still not as fast as the Dongjiang River, and after fighting for three days and three nights, they had to give up. So a large number of villagers were organized to move en masse......

Later, the flood came down and flooded many villages and farmland. I heard my dad say that many farmers were crying miserably, their homes were gone, their land was gone, and there was almost no hope for a year...... Hey......"

"The government will probably give some subsidies. Fang Zheng asked.

"Yes, but it's useless to give more, the concept of home is deeply rooted, and there is nothing more uncomfortable than the absence of home. Ouyang Fenghua sighed.

The red boy said disapprerovingly: "The home is gone, and if you build another one, it's over, what's there to be sad about." ”

Ouyang Fenghua smiled bitterly: "The love of people in that era for family is far from what people can imagine now. I remember, my dad saw that after some people were moved, they saw that the flood did not come, and secretly ran back to get their things, but when the flood came, they all washed away......"

Red Boy couldn't understand why these people were doing this, could there be anything more serious than life?When he thought of this, he couldn't help but think of the man on the battlefield that was raging in the sky......

"Amitabha. Fang Zheng folded his hands and proclaimed a Buddha name, which can be regarded as seeing off the people who left in the flood in that era.

"Donor, do you know anything more?" asked Fang Zheng.

Ouyang Fenghua shook his head and said, "I don't know, I'm not very interested in these things, so I didn't ask much." But it was useless to ask, it was too chaotic at the time, and I guess my dad didn't know much. ”

Fang Zheng was about to speak, when he heard the sound of a motorcycle, and he knew that Ruan Hai was coming.

Fang Zheng got up and looked back, and sure enough, Ruan Hai rode a motorcycle to the edge of the ruins again, his face was not as excited as yesterday, but more of an inexplicable stubbornness.

"Master, what is he insisting on, why does he come here to dive every day?"

Fang Zheng shook his head, he didn't know what Ruan Hai was doing, but Fang Zheng still walked over.

Ruan Hai saw Fang Zheng and didn't dodge, maybe he had seen it too many times and knew that this monk had no malicious intent. But what is he reading here every day?

Fang Zheng came to Ruan Hai, folded his hands, and pronounced a Buddha name: "Amitabha, donor, poor monk, you and I have met three times in a row, this is fate." The poor monk can show you the way, and you may be able to find the person or thing you are looking for. ”

Ruan Hai looked at Fang Zheng vigilantly, but did not refuse.

Fang Zheng continued: "The three Buddhas are enshrined in the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Xiaguang Temple, and the Buddha's magic power is boundless, if you pray sincerely and tell the Buddha your own story and the ins and outs clearly, you will definitely gain something." It's better than what you come here to dive day and night. ”