Chapter 415 Living in Hope [6]

Fangzheng came to the side of the motorcycle, sat down cross-legged, and waited quietly.

Not long after, Ruan Hai came back, this time he looked extra excited! The whole person almost ran out of the water. When he ran to the front of the motorcycle, he was stunned. He didn't expect that the monk he met yesterday came again. Looking at Fangzheng suspiciously, Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, we meet again. Today, you look very happy, but what have you gained?"

While Fangzheng was speaking, he glanced at Ruan Hai's big dark hand, which was tightly clenched, as if he was holding something very important inside.

Fangzheng was full of doubts: "Ruan Hai dives here every day, is he looking for treasure? I guessed wrong?"

However, Ruan Hai didn't intend to share with Fangzheng. Instead, he nodded politely, put on his clothes, and left on his motorcycle.

Fangzheng looked at Ruan Hai's back, shook his head slightly, but still didn't catch up, but went back to the monastery.

Ruan Hai returned home, parked his motorcycle, and quickly ran into the house. The thing he had been clutching in his hand was finally carefully placed on the table by him. It was a small golden thing, shining in the sun. A little reflective. Ruan Hai looked at this little thing, his face seemed to burst into infinite light instantly, he smiled, so happy! When was the last time he laughed like this, he himself forgot. However, today he is really happy!

However, the next moment, Ruan Hai's smile disappeared. He carefully observed the badges, then picked them up and ran to the walls of the photos to compare with a photo. On it, his daughter stood at the school gate, smiling. Very brilliant, just like him just now. There is a badge pinned to the chest. It is a golden background with Tiananmen Square and the red flag badge on it. It is very beautiful. But what Ruan Hai held was just a golden one. Although there was a red flag on it, there was no Tiananmen Square!

Ruan Hai sat down on the kang in an instant, let the badge in his hand slip down on the kang, leaned against the wall slumped, closed his eyes, and let out a lonely hum, words that only he could understand, and neither did he. I know what I'm talking about... I rubbed my face with my rough hands, as if I could rub all the pain away by rubbing it like this.

This sitting for a long time, I don't know when, until someone asked him to work, he took his tools and went out.

On the third day, when Fangzheng went out again, Ouyang Fenghua and Honghaier followed, and Fangzheng did not stop him. A group of three people came to the river and looked at the ruins all over the ground. Ouyang Fenghua suddenly said with emotion: "It's been more than 20 years, but I didn't expect this ruins to still exist."

Fangzheng was taken aback, and asked casually, "Benefactor Ouyang, do you know this place?"

Ouyang Fenghua took it for granted: "I know, my father came here specially before, and wrote a Fu about the river's merciless man."

Fangzheng had two mouths on his mind. He searched for clues all over the place, but he didn't expect that the clue was right in front of him, and he suddenly disappeared! Really hard work! Looking around, Ruan Hai didn't come, and there was still time, so Fangzheng found a rock, sat down and asked, "Can you tell me what's going on here?"

Seeing Fangzheng's serious face, Ouyang Fenghua knew that this was a serious matter. After recalling it carefully for a while, he said: "I have never been here before, and I heard about it. I have a photo album at home, and there are many fathers in it." Photos taken before. One of them is about the Dongjiang flood 20 years ago. I heard from my dad that 20 years ago, there was a continuous torrential rain for a week, and the torrential rain poured down. Immediately organize manpower to supervise the nearby rivers, especially the Dongjiang River, day and night.

The Dongjiang River grew very fast. The officers and soldiers of the army and the local police were all on board, and all kinds of sandbags were piled up, but it was still not as fast as the Dongjiang River. After fighting for three days and three nights, they had to give up. So a large number of villagers were organized to move collectively...

Later, the flood came down and submerged many villages and farmland. I heard from my dad that many farmers were crying miserably at that time, their homes were gone, their land was gone, and there was almost no hope for a year... hey..."

"The government should give some subsidies." Fang Zheng asked.

"Yes, but it's useless to give more. The concept of home is deeply rooted. There is nothing more uncomfortable than losing home." Ouyang Fenghua sighed.

Hong Haier said disapprovingly: "The house is gone, and it will be over if we build another one. There is no need to be sad."

Ouyang Fenghua smiled wryly and said: "In those days, the love for home was far beyond what people can imagine now. I remember, my dad saw it. After some people were transferred, they saw that the flood did not come, so they secretly ran back to get some things, but the flood came and washed them all away..."

Hong Haier can't understand why these people do this at all. Is there anything more important than life? When he thought of this, he couldn't help but think of the man on the battlefield...

"Amitabha." Fangzheng clasped his hands together, and proclaimed a Buddha's name, which could be regarded as seeing off those who died in the flood at that time.

"Benefactor, do you know anything more?" Fang Zheng asked.

Ouyang Fenghua shook his head and said: "I don't know. I'm not very interested in these things, so I didn't ask too much. But it's useless to ask. It was too messy at the time, and my dad probably didn't know much."

Fangzheng was about to speak when he heard the sound of a motorcycle, and he knew that Ruan Hai was coming.

Fangzheng got up, looked back, and sure enough, Ruan Hai came to the edge of the ruins again on his motorcycle. The excitement from yesterday was no longer on his face, but more of an inexplicable stubbornness.

"Master, what is he insisting on? Why does he come here to dive every day?" Hong Haier really didn't understand, couldn't figure it out.

Fangzheng shook his head, he didn't know what Ruan Hai was doing, but Fangzheng walked over anyway.

When Ruan Hai saw Fangzheng, he didn't dodge, maybe because he had seen Fangzheng many times, he knew that this monk had no malicious intentions. But what is the purpose of reading him here every day? He is also very curious.

Fangzheng came to Ruan Hai, put his hands together, and proclaimed a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, benefactor, you and I have met three times in a row, this is fate. The poor monk can guide you in a direction, and maybe you can find what you are looking for person or thing."

Ruan Hai looked at Fangzheng warily, but did not refuse.

Fangzheng continued: "The third Buddha is enshrined in the Great Hall of Xiaguang Temple. The Buddha's magic power is boundless. If you pray sincerely and tell the Buddha clearly about your own story, you will definitely gain something. It is better than diving here day and night. strong."