"Yuan Hai, come quickly. There's news." The village secretary's voice sounded. Yuan Hai exhorted Yuan Xingxing repeatedly not to run around. Only when Yuan Xingxing agreed did she head over to meet the village secretary. But when he turned his head, Yuan Xingxing was gone.
Just as Yuan Hai was about to rush over to find her, he heard an exclamation from the walkie-talkie. "Yuan Hai, run! Flood! What a huge flood! "
At the same time, the village secretary yelled. "Darn it! A dam upstream has burst! Run! " As the village secretary ran, he shouted through the loudspeaker. The villagers ignored everything as they ran as well. It was chaos.
Yuan Hai turned anxious as he ran upstream. His wife and child were still up there!
Screams sounded from the walkie-talkie. There was even someone shouting. "There's a landslide. We can't go up the mountain. Run back! Ah! The water is rushing over! "
All that was left was the sound of water before there was nothing else.
At that instant, Yuan Hai felt his mind go blank. He was completely dumbfounded. All he knew was to run. Run over and find them. That was his only thought.
At that moment, two warriors ran over and pulled him back. They called out to him, but he could not hear a thing. All he could do was run. Finally, the two warriors knocked him unconscious and carried him up a nearby mountain.
The scene changed again. Yuan Hai was kneeling by the riverside. His eyes were filled with sorrow. Standing beside him was the village secretary. The village secretary smoked his pipe and said, "Haizi, don't be sad. The living have to shoulder the hopes of the dead. You can't let the mother and daughter look at you unhappily, right?"
Yuan Hai remained silent.
"Shuilian has already been buried. She passed away very peacefully. It's a pity for Little Xing. She hasn't even been found … "Upon saying that, the village secretary cried as he mumbled." What a good child … "
Yuan Hai remained silent.
The village secretary continued. "Hai, I know you are upset. In fact, I'm upset as well. But no matter how upset I am, I have to live on."
Yuan Hai lowered his head and said, "If I had not spoiled Xingxing that day and not let the two of them come, none of this would have happened. All of this is my fault. They are gone. I can't see any hope of living on. I feel suffocated. "
"Hope?" The village secretary fell into deep thought.
Yuan Hai lowered his head and did not say a word. His eyes were filled with the will to die.
The secretary patted Yuan Hai on the shoulder and said, "I've heard of people who were swept away by the flood for dozens of kilometers but eventually survived."
"Oh?" Yuan Hai suddenly looked up as he looked at the secretary with a hopeful look.
The village secretary nodded firmly and said, "What I said is true. The flood is heartless, but there are many variables. Most of the bodies have been found, but not Xing's. Perhaps, she is still alive. "
"He's still alive?" Yuan Hai's eyes lit up.
The secretary smiled and said, "Maybe he's still alive. If I were you, I would work hard to find him. What if I find him one day?"
Just as he said that, Yuan Hai suddenly got up and rushed into the river. The secretary jumped in fright and just as he was about to stop him, he saw Yuan Hai swimming! Then, he burrowed in …
It was unknown if it was a coincidence or real, but when Yuan Hai crawled out again, he was holding onto a red scarf that was covered in mud!
"Secretary, this is Little Xing's!" exclaimed Yuan Hai in excitement.
"That's right. It's Little Xing's. Yuan Hai, live well and search well. There will always be hope. "The secretary smiled. He got up and tapped his tobacco pipe before returning to the village. He knew that Yuan Hai would not die before Little Xing was found.
However, what the secretary never expected was that although Yuan Hai was happy after finding the red scarf, he turned mute the next day. No one knew why he was mute. In short, no matter who spoke to him, he would nod or grunt in agreement, but he would not speak.
Gradually, rumors spread that Yuan Hai had turned mute due to his grief.
The scene changed again. Twenty years passed. In those twenty years, Yuan Hai would punctually head to the Dong River's bank in the morning, afternoon, and evening to make a bowl of Yuan Xingxing's favorite food and pour it into the river. Then, he would search the Dong River again and again in search of that nearly non-existent hope. He began drawing, and his drawing became better. He began handing out pamphlets, and he distributed more and more. However, he never wrote anything, nor did he allow others to write anything on it.
When Fangzheng saw this scene, he let out a long sigh. He finally understood everything. Yuan Hai could speak, but he felt guilty for agreeing to Yuan Xingxing back then, causing her and He Shuilian to leave. Therefore, he did not speak again. He deliberately did not write because he was afraid that if he wrote too much, others would understand and really help him search, only to receive grievous news. He had searched the river for twenty years, and it could be said that he had long found it. However, he still continued searching, all for that nearly non-existent hope. However, it had to be said that this was the only hope he had to live on! This was a man who lived in hope but was in pain that bordered on despair!
With this in mind, Fangzheng dispelled A Golden Millet Dream and turned to leave. Fangzheng did not know how he could help Yuan Hai. Revive him? Clearly, it was impossible. Give him a true and cruel reality? That was equivalent to sending him on his way! Once twenty years of ties and twenty years of hope collapsed …
"Master, where are you going?" Red Boy hurriedly chased after Fangzheng when he saw him leave.
Ouyang Fenghua followed closely behind. After some thought, Fangzheng recounted Yuan Hai's matter to the two. After hearing it, Red Boy fell silent while Ouyang Fenghua cried.
Red Boy said, "Master, can we not come into contact with such fools in the future?"
Dong!
Fangzheng and Ouyang Fenghua each gave him a rap on the head.
Fangzheng was fine, but Ouyang Fenghua held her hand in pain. She grumbled, "Is your head made of metal?"
"It's harder than metal."
Ouyang Fenghua nodded and said, "Venerable One, do you wish to help him?"
Fangzheng nodded. "Yes, I'm a little unsure of where to begin."
"I think what he needs is hope, more hope …" said Ouyang Fenghua.
However, Red Boy said, "Hope? So what if you give him more hope? The greater the hope, the more despair he will feel when the truth is revealed. "
This was also something that troubled Fangzheng. The trio chatted for a long time, but they failed to come to a conclusion.
Finally, Fangzheng came to the abbot's quarters again and told Zen Master Sunglow what he knew. Then, he said in a vexed manner, "Zen Master, This Penniless Monk wishes to help him, but this Penniless Monk does not know where to begin."
Zen Master Sunglow smiled. "It's only because I'm on this mountain."
Fangzheng was taken aback as he stared at Zen Master Sunglow. Zen Master Sunglow smiled. "Who are you?"
"A monk," said Fangzheng subconsciously.
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