city

Whose city is this, please?

Moon

Whose moon is this, please

walk

Who's walking, please

People who walk at night in the city

Pls who let you walk alone at night

Set off the moon in the city as loneliness

It is reminiscent of hometown

It's sad

——Zhang Mian, "City Night Walker"

Before the first snow of that year came, Gao Jiabiao dropped out of school, and Gao Jiabiao lived on the street of Gaojia Village, and there was a Guanyin Temple at a T-shaped intersection of the street.

There should be a lot of Guanyin temples all over the country, and the Guanyin Temple in Gaojia Village can be said to be unfamous, and can even be described as dilapidated, and there is basically no incense.

This Guanyin temple can be traced back to before the liberation, according to the 70-year-old doorman of Gaojiacun Middle School, after a period of liberation, the incense of this Guanyin temple is still OK, the villagers of the nearby ten miles and eight townships have a small disaster, will come to worship, at that time there are two rooms in the back of the Guanyin Temple, there is an unknown nun who lives here to take care of this temple.

Later, in the turbulent ten years, the old nun was driven away, the house was placed with livestock, when the livestock were not raised, the house was dilapidated, a Guanyin statue is also a spiritual sustenance for them, in the case of no one instigated, this Guanyin statue holding a bottle of Guanyin containing the water of the four seas has been well preserved, but in the following years it fell into disrepair, the color began to be mottled, the back of the Guanyin statue has been cracked, in recent years there has been a restoration, still erected on the streets of Gaojia Village, people have been accustomed to existing, and ignored her existence.

There is a legend behind every Guanyin statue, and the Guanyin statue in Gaojia Village is no exception.

It is said that in a certain year before the liberation, Gaojia Village not only had a famine but also someone got the plague, after the death of a few people, people were panicked, they couldn't run, they couldn't eat enough at home, and they starved to death when they went out, so they stayed in the village, shaved some wild vegetables, basked in the sun after eating, and they were not hungry when they fell asleep, and they couldn't sleep and squinted against the earthen wall at the door of their house for a while, exercise was impossible, and it was easy to get hungry. For another month or so, the lonely old people in the village were either starved to death or lost their lives by the plague, and in the face of famine and pestilence, the people were numb, and death reaped life silently in the night.

On an evening full of colorful clouds, everyone who knows Zhang Mian knows that he likes to use the colorful clouds to describe the uncertain days, because he has watched the colorful clouds in the lonely wilderness many times when he was a teenager, which is so straightforward and makes people's blood boil. In the evening of that day, a plump middle-aged woman came to Gaojia Village, carrying a bamboo basket, she didn't need to listen to her, she was definitely not an ordinary person, at least a person who could eat well. The whole village was hungry, yellow-skinned, and their eyes were sunken. I saw that this woman put a bag of things wrapped in lotus leaves when she passed by the door of every house, and smiled at every villager who was vigilant and skeptical, and in this way, under the auspices of some villagers, she walked from one end of the village to the other, and disappeared, if it were not for the many villagers who saw it with their own eyes, no one would believe that a woman from a foreign land had come to the village.

The villagers open the lotus leaf, it is some herbs that have not been seen, there is a strange fragrance in the nose, although the villagers are hungry and afraid of the plague, but the brain is still normal, and they meet the gods regularly, so they boil the medicine, and make a village are full of medicinal fragrance, even the hungry weasel who rolls his eyes is energetic, the whole village can eat all the food, the weasel does not say steal the chicken to eat, the bark can be gnawed to be lucky.

As a result, everyone drank the medicine, the plague was gone, and the people were no longer hungry, and in another season, chickens, ducks, geese, sheep, cows, and dogs reappeared in the village, and a village was full of vitality again, and the vitality of the village only needed a seed in spring.

The village people totaled, the woman in a foreign land is not Guanyin Bodhisattva, who else can be it, who can send medicine without charging money, the village remembers her good, a few years later, the village raised funds to build a Guanyin statue, and also built several grass houses, which is convenient for the villagers to worship.

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Gao Jiabiao's mother still thought of the Guanyin statue that passed by every day, the child has no illness and no disaster, how to change from a lively and cheerful child, to a depressed look, as a mother she does not accept Gao Jiabiao's classmates said that the loss of love is stimulated, in her eyes, there is no love in the world, where does the broken love come from, to the age of marriage to get married, have children, non-stop work in the fields, generation after generation is like this, now Gao Jiabiao has become like this, so that she can't raise her head in the village, She saw that anyone could see contempt or sympathy in their eyes, and whether the child was good or not, in the countryside, was an important reason why parents could stand up straight.

After ruling out all kinds of reasons, she really could think of no other reason than to believe that her son was evil, and this kind of suffering was nagging to her silent husband in the middle of the night, and she really had no way to tell anyone, and this depression and despair made her grow gray hair and bend over in a few months.

Finally, one night in late autumn, Gao Jiabiao's mother, with great piety and the most selfless love for her son, carried incense and knelt down under the statue of Guanyin, praying for Guanyin Bodhisattva to return Gao Jiabiao to his original appearance.

Just the next day, things went in the other direction......