"This Lingtong flower is really amazing."

Zhang Jingwen happily looked at the flower seedlings, and her heart was full of joy.

The old man said, "Actually, it's not so magical. ”

Zhu Dachang looked confused and asked, "Old man, this is not magical, what is more magical than this?" ”

The old man continued, "The real magic is not the Lingtong flower. ”

Zhang Jingwen: "What's that?" ”

The old man said, "The real magic is our hearts. ”

"It's just that through the Lingtong flower, we feel our own hearts."

"What we are really looking for is not the flower of the mind, but our heart."

Zhu Dachang smiled and said: "The soul grows on our own body, do we still need to find it?" ”

The old man also smiled: "In today's world, materialistic desires are rampant, people are busy satisfying external desires, and the inner soul has been lost. ”

"What I said before can be taken as a joke, and what I am saying now is the truth."

Several people were silent.

The old man said: "When we are in childhood, we all feel life with our hearts, so childhood life is the most pleasant. ”

"Later, under the cultivation of parents and adults, I received a series of utilitarian education, and slowly gave up the inner spiritual pursuit and turned to the external utilitarian pursuit."

"The extreme scenery on the outside hides the extreme emptiness of the soul."

"The withering and collapse of the soul is the deadliest, and some people finally wander, get confused, and have a series of diseases."

Zhang Jingwen: "No wonder there are so many people suffering from depression now, and there are so many people who commit suicide, it's not that they can't live anymore, but that there is a big problem in their hearts." ”

Li Mengran: "Old man, what should we do?" ”

The old man smiled again and said, "Raising flowers is important in nourishing the heart, Lingtong flowers are magical, through it, you can find your dreams and pursue a truly happy future." ”

"You're all young enough to go out into the wider world."

"But don't forget the way home."

"This home is your heart."

"Returning the external harvest to the inner spiritual enrichment is the right way to life."

……

Everyone stopped talking, just sat silently, feeling the waves from the Lingtong flowers, their hearts were growing, and their dreams had flown into the distance.

The whole world is full of wonder, it's so beautiful!

Suddenly! A cacophony broke the silence.

In the flower greenhouse, a few people came in.

The leader is Li Mengran's mother: Liu Feitian

She looked angry, and when she saw Li Mengran, she grabbed it and slapped her twice.

"Okay, you Li Mengran, I spent so much money to ask you to come to this school to study hard, but you soak here every day to raise flowers."

After she finished speaking, she called a few of her subordinates, picked up the sticks, and came to smash the four newly sprouted Lingtong flowers.

Li Mengran didn't care about the pain on his face, and rushed up with an arrow to block those people.

"I don't allow you to smash the Lingtong Flower, you can beat me to death, but you must not touch the Lingtong Flower."

A few thugs didn't care about this, pulled Li Mengran away, and rushed towards Lingtong Flower.

Zhang Jingwen was stunned, she looked at all this in front of her in horror.

Zhu Dachang and Liu Changfa were not to be outdone, and rushed over, but they were overthrown to the ground one by one.

I only heard the thugs say angrily: "If we don't smash these Lingtong flowers, our fortune tree's business will be ruined." ”

"Yes, it's all going to have to be smashed! that it may never be regenerated. ”

The old man silently closed his eyes, and he was already in tears.

Zhang Jingwen couldn't bear the grief in her heart anymore, and cried with a "wow".

Liu Feitian took a few thugs and finally made a move.

Several big men grabbed the sticks and smashed them at Lingtong Flower.

The Lingtong flowers are crying, and all the flowers in the trellis are crying.

Look at the Lingtong flower again, it has been smashed by the gangsters.

Li Mengran also cried, and he shouted loudly: "You guys kill me, you are the most vicious people in the world!" ”

Liu Feitian came up again and slapped Li Mengran a few times.

"I only don't have you as a son, a loser who doesn't do his job!"

After saying that, several people walked away.

In the flower shed, there is a mess and a sad voice!

It was the darkest day.

The whole earth suddenly lost all its color.

In front of them, they were already confused.

They silently picked up the few dead flower seedlings and wept bitterly again.

Zhang Jingwen remembered the poem:

If you don't collect the beautiful bones, you can cover the wind with a pure land!

The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches.

I don't know how long it took for Zhang Jingwen to leave this sad place, she didn't say a word, ignored anyone when she saw her, and quietly returned to her dormitory.

She finally remembered the two books given by Teacher Chen.

She picked up the copy of "My Dream", looked at the cover, and fell to the ground with all her might.

She picked up the book "The Road to Heaven" again and read it carefully.

Forgive me for failing to protect you.

May you go all the way to heaven.

Pray that your soul may rest in peace.

There, there is no pain, no trouble.

Because, there is paradise.

……

In the days that followed, it slowly returned to calm.

Zhang Jingwen began to study seriously and prepare for the year-end exam.

Li Mengran no longer came to Zhang Jingwen, began to concentrate on reading, and seriously painted her dream works.

Liu Changfa began to play his own music again.

Zhu Dachang continued to eat and drink, and began to live a boring life again.

The old man who spent the kind of flowers continued to grow his flowers and plants.

Everything seems to be on the right track again.

All that was left was memory.

Zhang Jingwen thinks of Lingtong flowers again in every boring time.

Whether it was pain or joy, it used to make her so excited.

Those are beautiful.

Although mixed with sorrow.

These memories are the only wealth that can be left.

Moreover, it cannot be transferred to another person.

On this day, Li Mengran finally came to Zhang Jingwen again, and he took the works he painted.

"Xiaowen, I thought about this work for a long time, and finally painted it."

After Li Mengran finished speaking, he took out the drawing paper and spread it on the table.

Zhang Jingwen looked at it for a long time and didn't speak.

Look at the painting, a girl, with melancholy eyes and tears in her eyes, she looks into the distance.

The nearby Fortune Tree is still lush and vibrant.

In the distance, there are four Lingtong flowers, which are somewhat hazy but still clearly visible.

Above the Lingtong flower, there was a round of big sticks, which were smashing towards the Lingtong flower.

In the distance, in the mist, there was a towering tree, unattainable and unattainable.

At the top of the painting, there are four large characters:

Dreams are far away

Zhang Jingwen looked at the Lingtong flower, and tears came out of her eyes again.

"If you can, just hand it in."

Li Mengran said cautiously,

Zhang Jingwen fell into deep thought again, and after a long time, she muttered:

"That big stick, let's change it to a dark cloud."

Also, the title was changed to ...... Lost Minds! ”

Li Mengran nodded vigorously, and she was already in tears!

……