In the ancient town in October, a wind blew at night, and the temperature dropped by three or five degrees the next day.

The temperature here is not high all year round, and if you blow away a trace of summer heat, it will be more comfortable, and there are many people who come out to do activities in the morning.

Chang Jin was caught in the crowd, holding a gardenia in his arms that was blocked from the wind in a pot and a special bag, and walked towards a small temple like everyone else.

Today is the nineteenth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the third Guanyin birthday, that is, the day of Guanyin Bodhisattva's ordination, people who believe in Buddhism are willing to come to worship and pray for Guanyin to open the library and spread blessings.

However, more people can't say that they believe in Buddhism, so they just buy some incense wax paper money and burn it with the main purpose of coming to the small temple to eat vegetarian food.

This is a custom, three times a year Guanyin Festival, the town will select a team of chefs to come to the side of the small temple to make vegetarian meals, people who want to eat will pay three or five yuan, you can eat all-you-can-eat.

Burn incense and worship the Buddha after eating, the taste is very good, there are a few side dishes that are better than most of the restaurant's signature dishes.

This is what Lin Qingqing said before.

The people here have grown up eating Guanyin's birthday vegetarian food since they were children, and many children and elderly people actively rush to go early every day, just to eat those rationed dishes.

For example, cold peanuts are gone when you go late.

Chang Jin also hurried early, went to the outside of the small temple to buy some incense wax paper money, lit it in a special paper burning pool, and then went to the temple to worship.

The Buddha statues inside are not large, the number is not much, the Buddha body is already a little mottled, and even the futon in front of the Buddha is kneeling and worn obviously.

Chang Jin didn't know much about Buddhism, and only recognized some popular Buddhas, such as Guanyin, Maitreya Buddha, and Manjushri Bodhisattva, but he held a gardenia, knelt down on every futon, and worshipped every Buddha statue.

Put the gardenia in front of the futon, support the ground on both sides with your arms, knock your head three times, and never be sloppy.

After worshipping, go to the stone table next to you to take a seat and eat vegetarian food.

There are still cold peanuts, and then take some other dishes that Lin Qingqing likes to eat, put them next to the gardenias, and move the chopsticks to eat.

The petals of the gardenia are fat and white, stained with a little dew, beautiful and smelly.

There were two female tourists who came to join the fun with the locals and came to him at the same table, looking at his sword eyebrows, and wanted to have a conversation, so they used the flower as an excuse.

"Well, hello, where did you buy this flower? It's so beautiful, it shouldn't be the flowering period of gardenias, right? ”

Chang Jin first said "thank you" as usual, and then said: "This is my flower, there is no place to sell." ”

His attitude was not good, and the two girls were embarrassed to speak.

After eating vegetarian food, Chang Jin stood up and left, and went to the chef to pack a cold peanut salad and take it back.

Peanuts taste really good, crisp and appetizing, and Lin Qingqing used to say that "super super delicious" is a very real evaluation.

He's super super like, too.

Perhaps because he worshipped the Bodhisattva during the day, that night, he dreamed of the mudslide again.

He was involved in other rescue efforts at the time, and did not arrive in time or see the opening scene with his own eyes.

The scenes that I have dreamed of are all imaginary scenes.

Flowing mountains like cement rushed towards villages and towns, flooding houses and pedestrians in an instant.

Fortunately, some of them were blocked by the woods and other still strong mountains, giving others a chance to escape.

It's just that the mudslide happened at the same time, and it was also accompanied by landslides, and the stones on the mountain rolled down, smashed on the road, and the roof of the house, blocking the way to escape.

The girl in the black and white spotted pajamas ran away in a panic with her head in her arms, glancing back behind her from time to time.

She was followed by people she was familiar with, neighbors, friends and relatives, and some elderly people couldn't dodge, and they were hit by rocks in an instant, and they were crushed under the collapsed house.

She watched in horror and stopped for two seconds.

Chang Jin felt as if he was looking at her where she was looking, watching her stop and shout loudly: "Qingqing! Don't stop! Come on! ”

Lin Qingqing ran again, crying as he ran, calling out to his family and relatives, hoping that they would give a signal of "I'm still here".

But the screams and the collapse were so loud that no one could hear her shouts, or perhaps the people who should have heard them were gone.

The more she shouted, the more she broke down, and at the end she shouted someone who was definitely not here.

"Chang Jin! Chang Jin! She was crying obviously, not knowing whether she knew that she might not be able to escape and not see that person, or if she was expecting that person to appear to save her.

The rain blocked her vision, Chang Jin looked at her with wide eyes, and tried to run towards her: "Qingqing!" Qingqing, run to the right! I'll be back soon, run to the right! ”

But Lin Qingqing couldn't hear his voice at all, she was knocked to the ground by someone who only cared about fleeing for her life, crawled to avoid a wooden board that was pressed down, and then got up and wanted to continue running.

Suddenly there was a child crying in the back, crying hoarsely.

When she looked back, she found that it was the grandson of the big man, who was only five years old, and she often teased and played.

… If she still watched him die here, even if she could escape alive, she would not be able to sleep well for the rest of her life.

Chang Jin looked at her and stopped, and looked back, as if he knew how she died in the mudslide that washed down twice, his eyes widened in panic, his eyes were about to split, and the shouting made the green tendons on his neck appear.

"Lin Qingqing! Don't come back! Don't come back! I beg you, run! Clear! Run! ”

Lin Qingqing ran up and walked in the direction of the child.

She picked the man up and moved forward again.

But the delay and the lack of speed in holding a child made her lag behind the others.

The part of the mudslide that was blocked by the woods rushed down at this time, quickly engulfing her.

The rain was pouring down, and Chang Jin seemed to really feel the coldness.

He watched the horrible scene in amazement, feeling that time had stood still and the world was shaking.

"Clear !!"

Chang Jin woke up gasping for breath, his eyes moist.

He still lies with his eyes closed, and after a few more dreams like this, he is no longer as uncontrollable as he was at the beginning.

It's just that this fantasy scene is clearer and more real than the others, as if he was really on the spot.

"Drop-" Suddenly water fell from his face.

The cold touch was the same as in the dream, and those shouts rang in my ears for a moment.

It was more real than just now, the cold rain hit his face, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and it was still the same place in his dream.

Still in a dream?

The chaos of the scene, the pouring rain, he wiped his face and looked left and right, trying to find the girl in the black and white spotted pajamas.

But no.

The mudslides had stopped, sirens were loud and loud in the distance, and people were shouting that there were still alive.

Someone behind him patted him, and said hurriedly: "What are you doing in a daze?" Save! ”

It was his real experience, a few hours after the mudslide stopped, he dug up Lin Qingqing's body here.

But will it be different? Why is it so true?

He suddenly rushed to the rescue tent in front of him, and went crazy to check one place after another, shouting loudly: "Lin Qingqing!" Lin Qingqing! Are you there? Clear! ”

The voice was pathetic, and the people who accompanied him were not good at forcing him to stop.

Finally, a familiar voice responded to him: "Chang Jin! I'm here! ”

He suddenly turned his head and saw a dirty girl in black and white spotted pajamas. She was still crying, but the corners of her mouth were raised, and the five-year-old child next to her was clutching her legs.

They all survived.

Chang Jin ran over, staggered to his knees in the last few steps, hugged her tightly, and kissed her on the face.

"You're okay, you're okay... Qingqing..."

Lin Qingqing freed up a hand to cover the child's eyes, and then complained stiffly and whispered:

"The pronunciation is correct, it's said that it's Qingqing, not kissing... Forget it, let you kiss it...... I was so scared just now. ”

"It's okay, it's okay..." he didn't know if he was persuading himself or her, his arms tightened, as if he wanted to take her into his arms, and the corners of his eyes were red when he lowered his head.

Lin Qingqing asked him, "Why did you come here?" ”

He choked up and said for a long time, "The Bodhisattva asked me to come." ”

"It's a lie..."

"It may be Guanyin Bodhisattva, I have bowed many times in front of her."

Then, finally, it worked.

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