Chapter 103: When to wake up from a dream

At the age of forty, the man who remembers his name is "Zhang Fugui", and his mind is full of making money.

Finally, he became a contractor, he was not so tired, and he earned more, but he had more to worry about, and his life began to get better.

Son, I'm in middle school, and my grades are not bad, but I'm not very close to myself, maybe it's because I work outside all year round!

There's no way around it.

He has to earn money, otherwise what will he spend and eat?

Wang Xiufeng is already gray-haired, she can't take care of herself, and her daughter-in-law doesn't have a good face all day long, and she feels that her mother is a burden. This made him very embarrassed, it was his own mother, who he didn't support, and this matter had already made them quarrel many times.

Everything was very difficult and gave him a headache.

......

At the age of forty-one, his mother died, and he didn't walk peacefully, so he hurried home and saw the last sight.

Mom smiled, smiling very reluctantly, her old eyes were dizzy, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

only said one word to her, "Son, your name is not Zhang Fugui......", I don't know if the words were finished, so I tilted my head and died.

He shed tears, as if something was missing in his heart.

After settling his mother's funeral, he left the village again, and he had to make money.

My son goes to middle school, and it costs a lot of money in the city.

It also costs a lot of money to buy a house in the city.

In short, life costs money everywhere.

As for his mother's last words, he has already put them behind, how could he not be called Zhang Fugui?

That's what is written on the ID card, my mother must be confused.

......

At the age of forty-five, he rarely returned to the village, and his son went to college in other places.

He can be regarded as a small achievement, at least in the small county town, he doesn't have to worry about spending money, the couple lives in the county town, and life is easy again.

......

At the age of fifty, my son brought back a girl who was good-looking.

Both husband and wife were satisfied.

said that he was going to get married, he was going to buy a house in another place, the house was quite expensive, and it was obvious that his son was coming back to ask for money.

The couple was in a dilemma, and they took out all their savings, but it was still not enough.

"Why don't you sell this house and go back to the village?"

It was the couple's decision.

I finally managed to make enough money for a down payment on the house.

The son laughed, and so did the couple.

When I returned to the village, I had not been inhabited for many years, the yard was overgrown with grass, and the house was very gloomy.

After slowly picking up, the couple settled in the village.

I began to get familiar with the neighbors in the village, and the days were okay.

......

At the age of sixty, my health began to deteriorate, and I always coughed.

The waist can't be straightened at all.

Occasionally, the son would bring the child back to see the old couple.

The grandchildren also don't seem to be that close to him.

I don't think he comes back often, that's what he thought.

The son came and went in a hurry, just like he did back then, he felt that he could understand, but he still hoped to come back a few more times.

......

Seventy years old.

Gray-haired, lying on a half-worn deck chair, basking in the sun in the yard.

He began to walk with crutches, and his legs, feet, ears, and eyes began to fade.

He played chess, played cards, chatted with the old man in the village, and lived a light life and waited for death.

......

At the age of seventy-five, he didn't expect that it was his wife who died first, and there were quarrels from time to time, but his wife, who had accompanied him all his life, left.

also said a sentence, "You are not called Zhang Fugui".

Similarly, in sadness, this sentence has also been forgotten, if it is not called Zhang Fugui, what else can it be called?

It's been called for a lifetime.

Zhang Fugui, although dirty, is quite catchy.

He became a man again, and his son asked him to go to live with him in a foreign country, but he refused.

The reason is, I want to accompany my mother.

In fact, he was just afraid, afraid that he was unfamiliar with the people outside, afraid that there was no one to talk to and chat with, he was afraid of being lonely.

The number of times my son came back was not much, but the number of phone calls was much more frequent.

Sometimes, I also talk to myself about my troubles.

......

At the age of eighty, it can be said that he is not far from death, deaf and dizzy, his body is very rickety, and he trembles when he walks.

He was still alone, waiting to die.

Suddenly, he remembered that the child, the child named Huaisheng, had been dead for fifty-six years, right?

He wanted to go and see, right under that locust tree?

Holding on to his crutches, he faltered, stopping, stopping, stopping.

The big locust tree, which was struck by lightning ten years ago, is also strange, only half of it was killed, and the other half is still flourishing.

The original little dirt bag under the tree can no longer be found.

Along the way, already tired, leaning against the locust tree, he looked at the village below.

He seemed to remember something, vaguely.

The scene in front of me is familiar.

He felt so tired that his eyelids were a little sleepy, and he was about to fall asleep.

Slowly closing his eyes, he smiled, his face wrinkled like old bark, full of serenity.

"Amitabha—"

With a Buddha horn, he struggled to open his eyes.

I saw an old monk wearing a big red robe, a white monk's robe, fluttering in the wind, walking slowly towards him.

"It turns out that this is what Western Heaven Bliss looks like?"

He felt like he was dead.

Finally, the old monk approached, and he felt a little familiar.

"We ...... Have you seen it?"

He asked tentatively.

The old monk smiled and said nothing.

"Zhang Sanyi, don't you want to wake up?"

The old monk's voice went straight to the bottom of my heart.

"Zhang Sanyi ......"

Isn't that the son's name?

"Huh...... Old abbot, I'm afraid it's a mistake, my name is Zhang Fugui......"

The old monk ignored him.

"Zhang Sanyi, aren't you awake yet?"

The old monk shouted sharply, and some anxiety appeared on his face.

He smiled, his eyes glazed over.

"Zhang Sanyi, still haven't woken up yet?"

The old monk's face was gloomy.

......

He slowly closed his eyes again, and this time, he really didn't want to open them.

"Third Uncle...... Wake up, right?"

His heart was like being struck by lightning, how could the "third uncle......" be so familiar.

His eyes opened slightly, and Zhang Sanyi, who was in a daze, saw a little monk with red lips and white teeth, white and pure.

"Huaisheng?"

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch the little monk.

The little monk had already burst into tears.

"Third uncle, wake up...... Wake up......"

Seeing the little monk's pleading, his heart was like a knife.

"Wake up?......"

He muttered.

"Original...... My name is really Zhang Sanyi...... Hehe......"

The smile was a little bitter, and there was a hint of hope in the dim eyes.

"Original...... My name is Zhang Sanyi......"

Little by little, the smoke was gone, the green grass was gone, and the snow-blue horse lotus was gone.

Zhang Sanyi burst into tears.

......

"Whew...... Finally caught up."

The little monk wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and there was a trace of joy on his anxious face.

Zhang Sanyi sat on the ground, his eyes hollow and his tears bloody.

The third brother circled around Zhang Sanyi anxiously, "Wangwang...... Wangwang ......".

Finally, Zhang Sanyan regained some clarity in his eyes, looked at the little monk mechanically, looked at the third brother, and looked around.

"Alas......"

A long sigh resounded through my heart.

Although Zhang Sanyi woke up, he couldn't forget it for a long time, and how could he forget it so easily for a lifetime?

It was a dream, but he lived it all his life.

Is it what you want to live like that for the rest of your life?

He couldn't tell.

Maybe it is, or maybe it isn't.

Just like that, he meditated for more than an hour, and the little monk and the third brother stayed next to him.

Zhang Sanyi finally recovered a little, and for the time being, he walked out of that dream, but his spirit was still a little trance.

"What's wrong with me?"

The voice was dry.

"It should be a floating dream, I remember that the master said that this illusion, a very powerful illusion, when you enter the illusion, you will have a dream that you want to do the most, and if you die, you will really die......"

The little monk spoke eloquently.

"A dream?"

Is that the life he wants? Zhang Sanyi seemed to be a little stunned.

......

The mood gradually calmed down, Zhang Sanyi's eyes regained his aura, and then he remembered to take a look around.

The surroundings are a little dark and wet, and when you look up, the top of your head is shining.

"Third uncle, that should be rootless heavenly water, the master said, it is very powerful water, pervasive, can corrode everything......"

The little monk scratched his head, he remembered that the master said this, as if, the master also said something, no flames, no thick earth, no formless gold, and no branches of the divine wood, they are all very dangerous things, but they are all treasures, well, I don't remember very clearly.

"Hitomi Ye?"

Suddenly, Zhang Sanyi remembered the female student.

"Huaisheng, have you seen Ye Tong?"

"No," Huai Sheng shook his head.

"How could she have survived?"

muttered, and Zhang Sanyi's heart was gloomy.

It's better to die under the spear of the sand soldiers, at least, you can still leave the bones, now, most of the bones are gone!

How did you survive?

He wanted to ask the little monk, and he subconsciously felt that it was the little monk's credit.

"That, we're dying, hehe......"

The little monk's answer was this.

Zhang Sanyi could only smile and shake his head,

After exploring, Zhang Sanyi determined that he should have fallen into a cave, it turned out that under the yellow sand, there was no cave, but, how to get out?

Climb up, don't think about it, let's not talk about whether you can climb up, even if you climb up, how to cross the rootless water, it's another problem, even if you get out, what if you ride more than fifty times?

Extravagant hope that the sand soldiers will not come out?

Forget it!

You can only try your luck and see if there is a way out of the cave.

groping and exploring, Zhang Sanyi really found a way, led Xiao Huaisheng, and carefully stepped on the narrow road.

Just as Zhang Sanyi and Huaisheng stepped into the sheep intestine path and turned out of the cave for a while, a person came out of the rootless water, with long hair fluttering, naked, skin like congealed fat, slowly landed, lying flat in the place where Zhang Sanyi had just waded.

If Zhang Sanyi was still there, he would definitely be surprised, Ye Tong was not dead, it seemed that it was not the same, and he had completely changed the appearance of a person.

......

The path is really narrow and can only be passed by one person, Zhang Sanyi walked in front, Huai Sheng dragged his clothes and walked behind.

The further I went, the path began to widen, and Zhang Sanyi and Huai Sheng began to walk in parallel.

"Scared, aren't you?"

It seemed that he felt too quiet, Zhang Sanyi asked the little guy next to him softly.

"No"

Huai Sheng subconsciously grabbed Zhang Sanyi's hand.

"That's going to be scary, I'm afraid you won't wake up"

Zhang Sanyi was speechless for a while, he didn't know how to answer, he really almost couldn't wake up.

He didn't know how the little monk woke him up in the end, he didn't ask, and the little monk didn't say, this was a tacit understanding.

After waking up, he knew that the little monk was not simple.

Can it be simple? The small temple called "Qingshan" is not simple, the old monk is not simple, and it is strange that the little monk is simple.

It's just that, no matter whether it's simple or not, since he treats Xiao Huaisheng as a child, he will always be a child.

"Not anymore"

"Hmm"

The little monk smiled happily, revealing his little tiger teeth, and Zhang Sanyi found out that the little guy also had dimples, but he didn't find it before.

I don't know how long I walked, but suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of me, which should be an exit.

Quickening their pace, the two of them ran towards the exit.

Soon, the eyes suddenly brightened up and lit up.

"Boom ......"

He heard the sound of a waterfall, and a puff of vapor rushed to his face.

Behind the water curtain, Zhang Sanyi and Huai Sheng went out without hurrying, and through the water curtain, they saw a faint figure.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became tense, and Zhang Sanyi condensed a Qi sword in his hand, carefully observing the outside.

......

"Heh, abandoned again?"

In the cave, Ye Tong slowly got up and opened his eyes, his aqua blue eyes without a trace of emotion.

The fingers, which were as white as shallots, gently swept over the skin, and seemed to be quite satisfied.

Slowly got up, and a set of aqua blue long skirts was already put on the body, covering the beautiful body.

"Is there no rootless heavenly water?"

Ye Tong curled the corners of his mouth and looked at the crystal liquid floating in his palm.