Good things happen to you before you know it. In the same way, the same is true of bad things, or things that are not good or bad.

Fang Wuwei woke up, although he woke up, he felt as if he was still in a dream. If there is no aroma into Fang Wuwei's nose, open his eyes, in front of him is a completely unfamiliar place, a stick of incense is inserted in Fang Wuwei's side, wisps of smoke wafting, next to him is a mud Buddha statue of unknown something, although it is made of mud, but the eyes are cracked, the face is hideous, the left hand holds a sword through the body cold, the right hand holds a knife shrouded in a layer of blood light, at first glance is an evil god and evil Buddha, and the place where he lies seems to be a Dharma platform for doing things. Throughout the room, it is not big, somewhat dated, but very clean. The murals painted on the walls have a hint of Buddhism, but they have almost faded, and they are supposed to be in a small uninhabited temple on the outskirts of the mountains.

Fang Wuwei tried to move his body, but suddenly found that he seemed to be floating, and if others looked at it, they would find that a translucent ghost-like thing slowly squirmed into the air from a platform where things were being done. Fang Wuwei looked at his hand, but he could only see a translucent palm and five fingers, looming.

Fang Wuwei couldn't help but let out an exclamation, "I'm dead?!" ”

At this time, a sound of Suo Suo came from under the Dharma platform, making Fang Wuwei shift his attention to the Dharma platform under him.

A thin boy who looked like he was only about ten years old, crawled out from under the Dharma platform, and looked at Fang Wuwei floating in mid-air with a stunned but excited face. The boy's hair was messy, stained with grass foam, his face was yellow, there were two lines of snot, his cheeks were so thin that he couldn't see if there was still a trace of flesh, he was wearing clothes full of patches but still leaking holes, and his arms were as thin as tiny firewood.

I saw that after a short period of stunned, the boy immediately knelt down towards Fang Wuwei, kept kowtowing, and shouted.

"Master is above, bow to the apprentice!"

"Oh. Who are you?! I'm not your master! Fang Wuwei was stunned for a moment, and then reacted and complained loudly, Fang Wuwei looked at the little boy with disdain, and turned his head, it was simply a model of bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

Leaving aside the strange little boy and not paying attention, Fang Wuwei examined his current situation, and after sending a text message, he inexplicably went to a strange place, and he also became a ghost, Fang Wuwei, as a staunch atheist, felt that his revolutionary faith was being trampled on.

Fang Wuwei secretly thought in his heart: "Could it be that I was killed? Anyway, it's a pity that I, a good unemployed young man, died like this without becoming a psychiatrist or a landlord, right? Or is this really infinite space? If this is infinite space, where did Zheng Koumao go? ”

"Master, who is Zheng Koumao? What is infinite space? ”

A discordant voice suddenly interrupted Fang Wuwei's thoughts, and that voice was the little boy who was still kneeling. Although the boy's face was very dirty, he had a pair of big smart eyes, and he was now looking at Fang Wuwei floating in mid-air with doubt.

Fang Wuwei looked at the little boy suspiciously, and thought in his heart, "How does this little boy know about Zheng Koumao and Infinite Space?" Could it be that he is Zheng Koumao? ”

"Master, forgive the apprentice for being stupid, what are you talking about, the apprentice doesn't understand."

The boy made another sound, still kneeling, but lowered his head and put on a pious appearance, as if the other party Wu Wei was extremely respectful.

Fang Wuwei looked at the boy in surprise, he finally figured it out, and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, "It turns out that this boy can actually hear his own heart!" ”

The boy raised his head and looked at it, pointed at Fang Wuwei's head with his finger, and then lowered his head and replied to himself.

"Master, the apprentice can't hear other people's voices, it's just that Master, there are those words floating on your head, and the apprentice thinks that any person, as long as he is not blind, can see it here."

Hearing the boy say this, Fang Wuwei looked up silently, only to see the sentence he had just thought in his heart

"It turns out that this boy can actually hear his own heart!"

Slowly floating above his head, emitting a colorful light, like a magic weapon in Xianxia, it was so cool that it was a mess, and it also changed into a variety of different fonts from time to time.

Fang Wuwei lowered his head silently, only to feel a faint sadness arise spontaneously, and slowly spit out two words in his heart.

"it."

"Master, what does it mean, the apprentice doesn't understand." The boy looked at the top of Fang Wuwei's head with difficulty, and made another sound.

“///”

"Master, what does full stop and full stop mean?"

“。 Children...... Who are you? Do you know how annoying you are? ”

The colorful light appeared again and again above Fang Wuwei's head, perhaps only by using the word treasure solemnity can we describe Fang Wuwei's appearance at this moment... And what Fang Wuwei's heart is at the moment, no one can guess, because as long as he uses what he sees, it is good......

"Nima, how can I, a good unemployed young man, encounter such a strange thing! First of all, I met a stupid fork that scarred the whole scar on my face! Now it's a ghost running into this wild country where birds don't! It's over, I'm definitely caught in the door, and it's kept getting caught in the door!! ”

Fang Wuwei was furious and floated out of the temple, and only patches of mountains and forests could be seen outside. Fang Wuwei floated on the tree-lined path, venting his dissatisfaction angrily in his heart, but the words above his head were still rolling and shining, making it impossible to notice that he was in extreme irritability at the moment.

"Master, you float slowly, the apprentice can't read the words clearly." Although Fang Wuwei floated quickly, the little boy in the temple followed Fang Wuwei far behind and refused to fall, and the little boy seemed to have decided that Fang Wuwei was his master.

"Little friend! I repeat again! I'm not your master! Fang Wuwei finally stopped floating under the unbearable endurance, turned around, and shouted angrily at the little boy in ragged clothes from a distance. And I don't know you at all! ”

The little boy who was following behind Fang Wuwei heard this, and seemed to be frightened by Fang Wuwei's tone, he stopped far away, and stood there, his originally excited expression now turned into surprise, but soon the surprised expression disappeared, the little boy seemed to have lost something precious, and his eyes slowly lost the cleverness they had exuded before, revealing loss, despair, and sadness. The little boy slowly lowered his head and looked at the floor, so that it was impossible to see his little face, but in a few moments, tears fell down and splashed small, almost imperceptible drops of mud in the dusty forest path.

Fang Wuwei turned his face away, stared at an old tree on the side of the road, and deliberately didn't let himself look at the little boy, but his eyes still kept aiming at the little boy who was shedding tears with his head down, and then at the old tree, like a thief.

The little boy lowered his head and just shed a few tears gently, but it slowly turned into sobs, his thin shoulders shook from time to time, and the tears fell to the ground, obviously far away, Fang Wuwei seemed to be able to hear the sound of heartbreak, and the sound of heartbreak seemed to have become a hammer, knocking on Fang Wuwei's heart.

Although what happened in just a few hours was too sudden, making Fang Wuwei a little unacceptable to this young man who had lived for 23 years, as an unemployed doctor who was always ready to face all kinds of mental illness, Fang Wuwei still endured it silently. Even if he can't accept it and can't bear it, Fang Wuwei can't become a hard-hearted person, a student who has just graduated from school, how bad will it be? Seeing a child crying in the wilderness, Fang Wuwei would not have left no matter what.

Under the torture in his heart, Fang Wuwei helplessly slowly drifted to the little boy with his head down, and shouted softly, "Hey." ”

When the little boy heard Fang Wuwei shouting at him, he trembled slightly, but he continued to sob, and the trend of crying more was developing, which made it clear that it was the "inch in the ruler effect" in psychology, this effect was very straightforward, but both children and adults were prone to make such mistakes.

Fang Wuwei looked around helplessly, only to see a green forest rustling under the wind, Fang Wuwei sighed softly, and a glittering "sigh" appeared above his head.

"Don't cry, kid, cry again and I'll leave." Fang Wuwei floated in front of the little boy and pretended to be impatient and said.

When the little boy heard Fang Wuwei say this, he quickly touched his face with his dirty hands, raised his head, the boy's eyes were already slightly red and swollen, and his nose was also red and red, but his mouth was grinning, and he was so happy that he could hold an apple, and said loudly:

"Master, don't go, don't cry."

The wind blew on the boy's face, and the ends of his hair fluttered slightly, and the boy looked up and grinned happily, and the rustle of the woods, and the birds in the woods, seemed to help the boy, proclaiming his happiness to the whole forest—the simple but most important happiness for him. Even if his happiness is just a sentence from Fang Wuwei, a simple concern can make him laugh and be happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, let's go home and find my mother, I'll go."

Fang Wuwei didn't want to seriously care about a person he didn't know, seeing that the little boy stopped crying, Fang Wuwei waved his hand, turned around and prepared to continue looking for a way to see if he could find the town, and then go home. Although it has become a ghost, it is not possible to go home, you can accompany your parents all day long without eating, and when you have no money, you can pull yourself out to do exhibitions, which is good.

"Master, why are you like this......"

The little boy saw that Fang Wuwei actually turned around and was about to float away, and he was decadent again, but he seemed to suddenly realize something, and hurriedly touched the inside of his clothes, and took out a yellowed piece of paper.

"Master, wait! I forgot to give it to you! ”

Fang Wuwei paused for a moment, turned his head, and looked at the piece of paper in the boy's hand, "What is it?" Five large, colorful characters appeared above his head.

The boy trotted in front of Fang Wuwei with the yellowed piece of paper, held the corner of the piece of paper with both hands, bent down respectfully, and handed the piece of paper to Fang Wuwei who was floating in the air.

Fang Wuwei didn't take it, but just fixed his eyes on the yellowed piece of paper, there was only one sentence on it, written in Fang Wuwei's extremely familiar handwriting.

"Evil Buddhas, Dharma Platforms and Small Temples. See you in three years.

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