After Rebirth, the Buddha-like Star Is a Medical Expert

The heavy rain in midsummer wets the boy's sky.

Shi Tingsong's departure, to the Shi family, was like the death of a kitten that was raised randomly in the garden, causing no disturbances in their lives.

Only the boy who had just lost his father fell silent and stayed at home for three days.

He took out a photo of his father from his belongings, carefully put it in a frame, and placed it in his empty room.

He set up a simple incense table for him, with a brass incense burner in front of it, and candles on both sides of the incense burner.

Candles were burning brightly.

After Shi Tingsong died, no one came into his room, and the workers at home didn't dare to go in to clean it these days.

It just happened to be convenient for the young man to act.

After Shi Mochizuki lit the incense for her father, she sat down cross-legged in front of the incense table and concentrated on reciting the "Mantra of Rebirth".

My sister said: "If you complete 200,000 times, then Bodhi buds will be born. 300,000 times. It will not be a long time to meet Amitabha Buddha."

He wants to read it a million times for Dad.

It doesn’t matter that no one in the family pays homage to Dad. He can recite scriptures and eat vegetarian food to help Dad go through these 49 days. Remember to pay homage to him during the New Year and holidays.

...

A few days later, the teenager stepped on the morning light and went to school with his schoolbag on his back.

In the cool morning breeze, he was wearing black earphones, and a woman's soft coquettish voice came from the earphones: "I'm really afraid of death these days, I can't sleep well every day, and I always think of the way that fool looked like before he died." ,too frightening."

"What are you afraid of? Death is like a lamp going out. You just have a soft heart and think a lot." An unfamiliar male voice was thoughtful and affectionate.

"I'm worried. When the fool was still there, although he was a fool and useless, he was still a person. Now that he has left like this, I panicked and didn't know how to live in the future. The Shi family That gang is cold-hearted, and they don't know how to treat us mother and son in the future..." At this point, the woman began to cry.

"Okay, okay, of course it will only get better in the future, don't you have me?"

"Get away, I'm getting bored right now, you're still thinking about it..."

Then the sound of a woman and a man's half-push and half-quiet fight, and the soft sound of undressing came from the mobile phone.

The teenager quickly turned off the phone.

He was a little out of breath, so he stopped and supported the tree by the side of the road, covered his chest and coughed fiercely a few times, before suppressing the nausea churning in his stomach.

The heavy panting gradually died down, and the young man smiled softly, the morning light shone through the mottled tree shadows, sticking to his pale face finely.

It was clear and bright, the young man had a pale face, but he looked cold and cruel like a ghost from the underworld.

He leaned against the tree, closed his eyes tightly, and took a long time to breathe evenly.

He will have no father, no mother, and no home.

He is alone.

He is alone.

He used to think that if he didn't say anything, his mother would still be his mother, no matter how much she disliked his father, she would still be the one who gave birth to him and raised him, was his wife, would go home, and would stay by his and his side.

Anyway, Dad doesn't know anything, so let him continue to live happily and ignorantly like this, all he needs is a complete family.

As long as his mother can stay by their side with peace of mind, he can pretend that none of what she did happened. Thinking of her kindness in giving birth to him, raising him and taking care of his father, he is willing to wait for her to grow up and give her a good old age and give her At the end of the day, let her not be old and homeless...

But now...

He couldn't restrain the sea-like hatred and violence that kept growing in his heart. He didn't want to have anything to do with her, it was too disgusting.

It was his last act of mercy not to push her into the grave with her father.

Now that the home is gone and the father is gone, he doesn't need his mother either.

All of it is ridiculous, and all of it makes no sense.

"Thank you for your ruthlessness, let me die for you."

2012, July 10, night, Weibo.

"A person who likes ordinary people" posted the first Weibo in his life after registering on Weibo for more than a year:

Three neat candles in a row.

...

Ning Youguang sat on his seat, and when he saw the boy walk into the classroom, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt heavy worries.

Within a few days, the boy lost more than ten catties. He was thin before, but now he is even thinner, like a walking skeleton, with an expressionless face and a cold body.

Although he didn't like to talk before, he would still respond when his classmates greeted him.

Today, he walked all the way to his seat with his head down, passing by the students, not to mention saying hello to the students, the students who saw him spontaneously quieted down, and did not dare to make a sound.

The boy is like a gust of wind from the Antarctic, and the cold is howling like a lost child.

Fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys and girls are smart enough to be able to tell that something must have happened at home during the few days when Shi Mochizuki took leave of absence from school, otherwise he wouldn't be so skinny, and his whole body was full of deep despair breath.

"Watching the moon." Youguang softly called the boy after he sat down.

Mochizuki turned her head and looked at the girl next to her. Her eyes were bloodshot and her dark circles were comparable to giant pandas.

"Have you eaten breakfast?"

The young man shook his head silently.

"I have soy milk here, do you want to drink it?" She handed over the soy milk that was just about to drink by herself and had been inserted into the straw.

Although the students next to him didn't know what happened to Shi Mochizuki, following Ning Youguang's voice, it seemed as if the power button had been pressed, and they became active one after another.

"Shi Mochizuki, I have bread here for you."

"I have corn sausage here."

"I have instant noodles here."

"I have a lollipop..."

Within minutes, the boy's empty desk was filled with all kinds of snacks.

Usually, such a thing would not happen to him.

Shi Mochizuki raised his head, his complicated eyes swept across the youthful and cautious faces around him, then he lowered his head and said, "Thank you."

That thank you was very light, very light, but the students around me who had good ears heard it.

"Thank you, it's just a pack of instant noodles." The boy with pimples on his face touched his head.

"Yeah, eat quickly, eat more, class will start soon."

"Not enough for me and here."

After eating the breakfast delivered by his classmates, the boy began to sleep on his desk. He slept deeply. He didn't wake up until the class bell rang and the teacher came into the classroom. 1314

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