Peng Jiahui has been feeling restless and panicked recently, she can't sleep well at night, and she can't lift her spirits at work. I heard a colleague say that there is a Zhanshan temple in Qingdao Shinan District, when there is a difficult thing to burn incense and worship the Buddha, you can go to the disaster to eliminate the disaster, and turn evil into good fortune, although she is not superstitious, but she still wants to worship.

People are like this many times, when they encounter difficulties, they will always pray or find a sustenance, and the result may not be what they want, but at least there is a comfort in their hearts.

She became more and more panicked, especially when she had nothing to do, and her palpitations were even worse.

When she went to bed at night, she chatted with He Hansheng.

"I've been panicking lately, and I can't sleep well. I want to go to Zhanshan Temple to burn incense and pray. ”

"Go to Zhanshan Temple to burn incense? Are you still superstitious? Let's go to the hospital. "He'd heard of Zhanshan Temple, but he had never been there. Because he never believed in burning incense and worshipping Buddha.

"Really, our colleagues say it's very smart."

"Really?"

"I won't let my mother go back this weekend, let my mother look at Jiejie, you can accompany me to visit."

"I'm not going, it's so far, it's two and a half hours by car."

"Hmph, then I'll go alone."

"Then you go alone."

He Hansheng thought that his wife was just talking casually.

Unexpectedly, the wife was serious.

On the weekend, He's mother didn't go back to her hometown and was taking care of Jiejie.

"Jiahui, are you really going to go to Zhanshan Temple?"

"That's right."

"What are you going to do?"

"Burn incense."

He Hansheng couldn't cry or laugh a little, he didn't expect his wife to be so determined to go. But thinking of his wife going alone, he was still a little uneasy. After all, the temple is full of monks and monks, how dare a wife go to that kind of place alone. He had to change his mind and decided to go with his wife.

They took a bus to Qingdao, and then took a taxi to Zhanshan Temple.

At the entrance of the temple, high incense and paper money are sold, and the sound of chanting in the temple can be heard from a distance.

They bought eighteen sticks of high incense and reverently walked into the temple.

It is summer, and the pine trees in the temple are tall and quiet. There are incense burners, shrines, Buddha statues, and scriptures. Sure enough, this is indeed the best place to purify the soul. There is no hustle and bustle of the city, only the piety and friendliness on the face of every pilgrim.

Peng Jiahui will light three incense sticks and kowtow three times every time she arrives at an incense burner.

They came to a hall where many monks were sitting cross-legged on futons chanting. It was the first time He Hansheng had seen so many monks.

Soon, the monks finished chanting, packed up the futons and placed them neatly on the wall, and then walked out of the hall with their hands folded in an orderly manner.

"It's a daily routine for them."

I don't know who in the crowd said a word.

Eating fasting and chanting Buddha, wooden fish chanting, He Hansheng couldn't help but admire them.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure, tall and strong, even with a bald head. Isn't that Jia Hao?

"Jiahui, isn't that Jia Hao?" He excitedly pointed to a monk behind him.

"Really." Peng Jiahui was also very surprised.

Jia Hao walked over.

"Jia Hao---" He Hansheng shouted excitedly.

Jia Hao also heard He Hansheng's voice, he glanced at it, and walked over with an expressionless face.

"Jia Hao" He Hansheng saw that he ignored him, so he pulled his clothes.

"Donor, did you recognize the wrong person? I'm not Jia Hao, I'm Changfeng. ”

Jia Hao walked over.

"Jia Hao, I'm Hansheng. Don't you know me? He Hansheng watched his best friend leave home and cried bitterly.

How could Jia Hao not know him? That's his good brother. But he had to do it again. From the moment he decided to become a monk, he decided to give up everything and cut off all the worries in the world.

After Jia Hao walked out of a distance, he turned his head slightly.

He looked at his good brother who was still crying bitterly, and two tears instantly slipped down his face. These are also his last two tears in the world. From then on, he will always stay in the Buddha, devote himself to the Buddha, and live the life of the ancient Buddha in the morning and evening, and there will be no more thoughts and pain in his heart.

"Hansheng, my good brother, take care." He pondered, then turned and walked forward.

"Jia Hao-" He Hansheng chased forward.

"Han Sheng, since Jia Hao is a monk, he must have his reasons, he doesn't want to explain, and we shouldn't embarrass him."

"Why, why do you want to become a monk?" He Hansheng was puzzled.

He never thought that Jia Hao would become a monk. A boy who loves to play so much has seen through the red dust and spent the rest of his life in a quiet temple.

In the next few days, He Hansheng couldn't let go of his feelings for a long time. He was such a good brother, but he didn't expect to stay away from it like this.

He still misses the days with Jia Hao.

It can be said that Jia Hao is his backing guarantee.

When he was lonely and lonely, he went to Jia Hao to chat and talk about his heart; When he encountered financial difficulties, he would go to Jia Hao for help, and as long as he spoke, Jia Hao never refused. He was in Jia Hao's home as if he were in his own home, uninhibited. And now, everything is gone. There was also a large empty piece in his heart, as if he had lost something valuable.

One Sunday morning, He Hansheng went alone to the community where Jia Hao once lived.

He wanted to go to Jia Hao's house to have a look, but when he thought about it, someone else had already lived there. He didn't go upstairs, but walked around the neighborhood.

Nothing has changed in the community. The building, the trees, the bridge, the water, the flowers and the grass, everything is still so familiar and cordial.

He wished that someone would tapped him on the right shoulder from behind, and he habitually turned to the right, while the man hid on the left.

If it was really Jia Hao, this time he would not say "You're teasing me again", but "You want to kill me." ”

Before he knew it, he was at the edge of the pool again, and sat down on the steps again.

A faint floral scent wafted in the wind.

He Hansheng looked up and saw that it was an acacia flower.

The trees are full of green leaves and red flowers, swaying green, and one by one they are competing to open.

"Isn't this what Jia Hao said about acacia flowers?"

At that time, he had just undergone surgery and was still in pain. He has always loved to play, but he stopped all entertainment because of the pain. He also realized the importance of health, and changed from spending all day to eating three meals a day at home. Because of an operation, his whole person has changed a lot.

He has been looking forward to the blooming of the acacia. Now the flowers finally bloomed, but he could no longer see them.

He Hansheng looked at the acacia flowers on the tree, and tears welled up instantly.

"Jia Hao, didn't you say that you would come down and look at the flowers when they bloomed? I came, but I didn't expect you to miss the appointment forever. ”

He stood on tiptoe and gently plucked a flower.

Acacia flowers, pink and delicate, are exceptionally beautiful.

He looked down and sniffed, and the faint scent of flowers once again made him cry.

He threw the flower into the water, and it went away with the water, and finally sank to the bottom.

His friendship with Jia Hao also remained in his memory forever.