Before the warm sun comes, there is always a cold night, like a spring breeze that awakens all things, before that, the mountains and forests are covered with winter snow, and there is not a single tender green leaf. All beginnings come to a halt, and the results are not hard to find, and the process is the most painful. You have to resist strong winds, ice and snow, you have to bathe in warm light, you have to experience heavy rain, you have to enjoy the rainbow, and things in the world are always like this.

It is a strong spring, and the undulating mountains exude the breath of life.

The warm afternoon sun lies lazily on the white clouds, spreading comfortable warm light. At the foot of the mountain, there is a small river that reflects the silver light, and the fish in it play happily.

An old woman sat beside the river, rubbing her clothes with her hands, and behind her was a small courtyard where she and her wife were home.

My wife took advantage of the activities after lunch and was holding a small polished axe in the yard to chop dry wood.

There was a wooden bed in the small room on the side, and on the opposite side of the bed lay a young man who was covered in dirt, smelled bad, and had long hair like a pile of weeds.

The young man had many scars on his body, large and small, the most conspicuous being a penetrating wound on his abdomen. The old woman's wife, who was a wandering physician when she was young, later experienced many of the world's heat and cold, and settled here in a leisurely and pure manner. He got some ordinary herbs to cover the young man's wounds, and he could only try.

The young man's face was originally covered with scabbed blood, but it had been carefully wiped by the old woman, and he looked like a seriously injured scholar.

Outside the house, the sound of the old man chopping wood, the sunlight falling on the young man by the window was very warm, and the birds were chattering, as if they were anxiously waking up the young man in a coma.

Suddenly, the young man's eyelids twitched, and then, his fingers flicked upwards slightly, and then he slowly woke up like the sun in the early morning.

His eyes slowly opened, the young man's head hurt, his mind was in chaos, he didn't know what was going on for a while, he just sat up slowly, touched his messy hair, and then glanced at the extremely simple hut.

As he became conscious, the pain in his abdomen became clearer, and the young man frowned and lowered his head, and removed a piece of linen cloth from his abdomen, which had a wound the length of his index finger, and on which was crushed green leaf pulp.

"It's... Where... How do I... What's going on... I..."

His mind was still extremely confused, and the young man couldn't remember what had happened to him for a while.

Covering the wound with the sackcloth again, and securing it with his belt, the young man tightened his dirty, tattered clothes, and slowly walked out of the hut.

The old man, who had just chopped some firewood, was wiping the sweat from his forehead with the small axe in his hand, and then he saw that the young man he had picked up in the mountains and forests a week ago had woken up.

"Son, you wake up at last, and if you lie down for two more days, I will have to prepare a pit for you, old man. Smiling gently, the old man quipped at the young man who looked a little wooden.

The young man looked at the kind strange old man in front of him, and from the old man's words, he heard that he had been rescued by others.

He opened his mouth hoarsely, and the young man said softly, "Many... Thank you, uncle..."

"You're too badly injured, sit there and rest first, and when my companion comes back, I'll ask her to cook you porridge and drink something." ”

I don't know what this young man has experienced, the old man just looked at the child's face is not bad, and it is also providential that he can come back to life now, don't ask anything else, let him slow down first.

The young man glanced at the wooden pier on the side, whispered thank you, and then sat on the wooden pier, quietly watching the old man slowly chopping wood.

An axe.

Two axes.

Watching the old man work hard to solve the dry wood, the previous memories began to appear in the young man's mind, those pictures, those scenes, and finally he was stunned to see his favorite girl stabbing himself with a sword, saying that he was not dead, she could not rule the demon world.

The young man didn't make any sound, but his dimmed red eyes were now dripping out of two lines of heat, meeting his chin, falling to the ground, mixed with the dust.

Soon after, the old woman returned from the river with a wooden basin in her arms.

As soon as I entered the small courtyard, I saw the young man sitting on the wooden pier, and hurriedly said happily: "You have finally woken up, Amitabha, Buddha bless." ”

Amitabha...

Hearing these familiar and unfamiliar words, the young man looked at the old woman who was happy that he was alive, and wanted to get up and say thank you.

But the old woman put the wooden basin aside, pressed him on the wooden pier, and said gently: "It's just that you wake up, and there are still injuries on your body, let the old man show you in a while, and change the dressing." I should be grateful to God for waking up, child, you scared me out of the hell when the door was closed. ”

"I said, old lady, hurry up and cook him some white porridge, we know that he hasn't eaten or drunk for seven days, maybe longer, you hurry up and add more water." The old man put the axe in his hand into the gap in the pyre, urging the old woman who was talking to the young man.

The old woman said she knew, and then gently patted the young man on the shoulder, and walked into the house with a wooden basin.

The young man didn't say a word, he just looked at the kind old couple calmly, and his heart became more and more envious and sad.

After a while, the sun turned a little red.

Young people and old couples sit at small wooden tables in the courtyard.

The old man had seen the young man's wound and found no signs of seriousness, so he planned to go and pick some herbs for him to take them on the morrow.

The young man drank the white porridge that the old woman had cooked for him, which did not contain many grains of rice, but it was very sweet and delicious.

After taking two sips, the young man's eyes suddenly became sour, and he sped up and poured the white porridge into his mouth.

The old woman looked at him like this, and really thought that the child was hungry, and couldn't help but feel distressed: "Slow down, there is still in the pot, you have just woken up, you can't eat like this." ”

The young man remembered two people in the distance, one he couldn't see, and the other he couldn't see.

Gently putting down the bowl, the young man said gratefully: "Uncle, auntie, thank you." ”

The old man smiled when he heard this, and said indifferently: "Look at you stupid boy, thank you, for us, your life was saved by yourself, ordinary people, like you, have long since died." ”

The old woman patted the old man, thinking that he couldn't speak, and hurriedly said: "Don't listen to him, child, although we don't know what happened to you, but it's best to survive, don't think about the rest, don't thank us, meeting is fate." ”

Listening to the words of the old couple, the young man actually wanted to cry, but he could only squeeze out a smile and forcibly said: "No matter what, it was you who brought me back, thank you very much, if you have anything you want, or want to do, I can help you, just say." ”

The old man frowned, and said with a little anger: "Child, let's not talk about anything else, what can you do now?" Besides, the old lady and I are both at this age, and we have nothing to ask for, and the old lady respects the Buddha on weekdays, and nothing else. As for you, I really want to repay you, and when you are injured, you will help the old man and me chop that pile of firewood. ”

The young man looked at the remaining dozens of dry firewood on the side, and wanted to say something, but the old woman got up and took away his bowl at this time, glared at the old man, and said softly to the young man: "Child, don't listen to him, take care of your injuries, don't think about anything, don't repay your kindness, life is to repay your kindness." Do you want porridge? I'll give you some more?"

Shaking his head, the young man also said softly: "No, auntie, thank you." ”

The old woman sighed, read the child, and slowly returned to the house.

The old man looked at the young man's eyes, suddenly got up and said, "Child, accompany the old man and let me sit by the river?"

The young man did not hesitate, got up and said, "Okay." ”

"Actually, you're a cultivator, right? ”

Sitting by the river, the two watched the sun sprinkle on the river, the old man sighed, did not look at the young man, but said very calmly.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said softly, "Yes." ”

Seeing this, the old man smiled a little sadly: "I went up the mountain that day and saw you hanging on a tree branch, I took a lot of effort to get you down, and I saw that your injuries were fatal, but you were still breathing, but you just fell into a coma." I used to be a doctor, I have walked the world, I have met too many people, and I can guess your character by looking at you. Take you home and put it away, firstly, to see your own creation, and secondly, because the old lady believes in Buddhism and gives her a good fate. Son, you are very young, you want to be in your early twenties, and you are in good health. It's inconvenient for the old man to ask more about what happened to you, but seeing the changeable emotions in your eyes today, you must have received a lot of blows. Alas, the world is unpredictable, but the world is as usual, don't think about it if you can't think about it, and slowly you will get used to it, the old lady said to let you live well, and she is right. Being alive is the real hope, and even if there is nothing left, you can still make a comeback. ”

The young man listened quietly to the old man's words, was silent for a moment, and then looked up at the occasional rippling water surface, and said bitterly: "Uncle, do you say that it is possible to go against a person everywhere in this world, what he wants to do, this world will not let him succeed." ”

The old man laughed when he heard this, scolded the young man for being a fool, and said, "If this is possible, what are you still cultivating for? What do people do when they rise at sunrise and rest at sunset? If you feel that there is a problem in the world when something doesn't go your way, then everyone should stop living." Child, everyone's path is different, but the only thing that is the same is that no one is easier than the other. Maybe you're having a miserable life now, with ups and downs, and setbacks one after another, but it may not be the same in the future. The life of ordinary people is only a hundred years, and if they can't survive the excitement, they will lose their lives, and cultivators are different. Child, you have to believe that you can, there is nothing absolute in this world, everything is possible, firm in your heart, and you can just get up again when you fall. ”

The young man was preached by the old man, repeating the old man's words in his heart, and then muttered, "Firm your heart... Stick to your heart. ”

A kind and warm voice suddenly came to mind, it was to stick to his heart, and the young man's eyes were hot, but a smile was raised on his face.

Seeing the young man crying, the old man exhaled and comforted: "Manly man, cry if you want to cry, it's nothing, don't be cowardly after crying, the road is still very long, it doesn't matter what you lost before, don't lose it in the future." It doesn't matter if you failed before, you will succeed in the future, live well, don't give up, this is young people. ”

Hearing this, the young man stood up and looked up at the beautiful sky, his expression cold and then relieved again.

He's going to live!

His smoke and laughter are still waiting to wake him up!

He will not let go of those who hurt him!

In this world, no one can stand in the way of their own path!