Just when Guo Dalu's suona sound sounded in the Temple of Earth, the staff of the Temple of Earth Park had already heard it in the distance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Nowadays, among the entire landscape of Kyoto, the Temple of Earth is basically the cheapest and least crowded, and it is open to the public for free after 6 p.m.

Therefore, although the Temple of Earth is large, there are few staff, and because of the scarcity of tourists, the staff inside are idle every day.

In particular, the two young men inside yawned and sold tickets during the day, and at night they had to carry weapons, which were actually rubber sticks patrolling around the entire altar.

Because this altar is so big, often they walk around, and the time of the middle of the night will pass, making the two of them miserable, and one of them asks for resignation.

Later, the higher authorities saw that they were pitiful, so they installed cameras at several key points in the altar of earth, so as to save them the pain of patrolling every night, but they also had to check the pictures in the cameras indoors at night to prevent any problems.

Because the area of the altar is too large, the trees are overgrown, and it is easy to have some problems inside, and a few years ago, there were fatal cases in it, so even if the patrol investigation is troublesome, it has to be carried out every day.

Tonight, a few staff members on night duty had just sat down in the office, and they heard a desolate suona sound coming from the depths of the altar of earth, although it was only a few short notes, but a few people who listened to it trembled and their scalps were numb, and their whole bodies were like overelectricity.

"it!"

A flat-headed young man shouted in the office with a surprised face: "Who is blowing the horn here?

Although he doesn't know music, really good music can hit the heart and give people a shocking feeling, and this kind of music itself has a pure spiritual impact, regardless of race, culture, and age, and can resonate and move people in just a moment.

There are five people on night duty in the office, and there is a middle-aged woman among the five people.

Just when the flat-headed young man was surprised, the only middle-aged woman in the office had already reacted and hurriedly scanned the surveillance screen in front of him.

In the video gathered in all corners of the screen, the woman's gaze scanned for a moment, and then stayed on the monitoring screen of the ancient Temple of Earth in the center of the screen, that is, the center of the Temple of Earth Park.

An exclamation sounded from her mouth, "Xiao Li, come and see!"

As she spoke, she had already maxed out the surveillance screen on the computer.

When a few people next to him heard this, they all put their heads on the screen.

Tonight's rare moonlight is bright, and although the surveillance picture is not as clear as the daytime, the approximate image can barely be seen clearly.

At this time, in the center of this ancient altar in this picture, there is an open-chested and bare-chested Angzang Han standing there, holding a suona and playing hard.

Desolate, vigorous, tactful, low, sharp, loud and other tones, as well as struggle, struggle, unyielding, indifferent, calm, obedient and other emotional changes all poured out from the small suona played by this big man, and the sound came from the center of the altar of the earth, and went straight into the hearts of everyone.

Even if they were so far away, everyone in the office couldn't help but be infected by the emotions in the suona, and involuntarily walked out of the office, followed the location where the suona sound came, and quickly looked for the past.

At the same time as they walked towards the Temple of Earth, at this time, all kinds of people in the entire Temple of Earth Park who were enjoying the shade, walking, and talking about love were all alarmed by the sound of suona, and almost at the same time walked towards the Temple of Earth in the center.

After the suona in Guo Dalu's hand was taken away from the corner of his mouth and the last deep sigh was played, hundreds of strangers of different ages were standing quietly next to the altar at this time.

After Guo Dalu stopped playing, none of them left, and their minds were still immersed in the afterglow just now, and no one spoke quietly.

It wasn't until Guo Dalu walked up to Tie Sheng and asked Tie Sheng to name this piece that everyone at the scene came back to their senses one by one, and all looked at Guo Dalu and Tie Sheng and others with curious eyes.

"You know me very well!"

Tie Sheng, who got up from the wheelchair, said to Guo Dalu again after naming the suona sound "Years": "Thank you!

After saying this, his bright eyes just now instantly dimmed, and the body that had just stood up suddenly collapsed, and in the last rays of his life, he tried his best to turn his head and look at his mother beside him, and smiled softly, "Mom, I'm leaving!"

The old woman hurried forward, took his hand, and the tears could not stop flowing, but she did not speak.

Iron grew out a long breath and slowly closed his eyes.

Guo Dalu stretched out his hand to support his body, slowly put him in the wheelchair, and stood quietly for a while, seeing that the middle-aged man in the wheelchair had no longer had a heartbeat, his breath was cut off, and a living life disappeared silently in front of him, and suddenly an irrepressible sadness poured out from the bottom of his heart.

The bright moon is still there, the breeze is blowing, but the people are not there.

Guo Dalu easily did not shed tears, this time it was still the same, but a great sadness ran through the whole body and mind, except for his relatives, the death of no one had ever moved him so much.

He gently placed the suona in his hand beside Tie Sheng, and then looked at the old woman next to him, "Auntie, mourn!"

The old woman held her son's palm, which was gradually getting colder, and said to Guo Dalu: "Child, thank you, thank you! Tie Sheng's last wish was also fulfilled for him!"

When she said this, she finally couldn't help choking, "Tie Sheng, this kid's life is hard, he has suffered a lot of sins over the years, and now his condition is deteriorating, and he basically has to suffer a lot every day.

The old woman had tears in her eyes, and she was no longer able to walk in her son's wheelchair, but she just repeated the words, "It's okay to go!

The four girls next to her, Wang Xiaolu and Song Qian, couldn't help crying and helped the old woman up, "Auntie, let's go back!"

At this time, among the onlookers next to him, an old man walked over, "It's Tie Sheng, this child!"

He shook his head and sighed with a look of regret, "I still haven't survived this year, big sister, sad is sad, let's prepare to deal with the aftermath!"

His last sentence was addressed to Tie Sheng's mother, and it seemed that the two should be neighbors, or acquaintances in the neighborhood.

"Is he Tiesheng? is he the disabled writer Tiesheng?"

"I've read his article, it's him!"

"He died here!"

In the whispered discussion of the crowd of onlookers, Guo Dalu pushed the wheelchair, and several girls supported the old woman and walked towards their home.

A group of people in the back spontaneously followed behind them, silently sending off the last ride for the disabled writer.

Some people may not be able to make themselves great, but they can make themselves noble.

The body will eventually pass away, but the spirit will be immortal!

(In these two chapters, I just pay tribute to one of the writers I admire the most, and may he have no more suffering in the kingdom of heaven.) Even if I don't say his name, I'm sure everyone already knows it. ）