After rebirth, the second generation of Buddhist star is a medical boss

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

To the Shi family, Shi Tingsong's death was like the death of a small tabby cat roaming freely in the garden, causing no waves in their lives.

Only the young man who had just lost his father fell silent and did not go out for three days.

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

He set up a simple incense table for him. A brass incense burner was placed in front of the incense burner, and candles were lit on both sides of the incense burner.

The candle burns brightly.

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

It just made things easier for the young man.

After Shi Wangyue finished lighting the incense for her father, she sat down cross-legged in front of the incense table and recited the Rebirth Mantra attentively.

My sister once said: "If it reaches 200,000 times, the Bodhi bud will be born. 300,000 times, it will not be long before you meet Amitabha Buddha."

He wanted to recite it a million times for his father.

It doesn't matter if no one in the family pays homage to Dad. He can chant sutras and eat vegetarian food to help Dad go through these forty-nine days. Remember to pay homage to him during every new year and festival in the future.

…

A few days later, the boy stepped into the morning light and went to school carrying his schoolbag.

In the cool morning breeze, he wore black headphones, and from the headphones came a woman's soft and coquettish voice: "I'm really scared to death these days. I can't sleep well every day. I always think of that fool's appearance before he died." ,terrible."

"What are you afraid of? Death is like a light going out. You are just soft-hearted and think too much." A strange male voice sounded considerate and affectionate.

"I'm anxious and worried. When the fool was still there, even though he was a fool and useless, he was still a human being. Now that he's gone like this, I feel panicked and don't know how to live my life in the future. The Shi family Those people are all cold-hearted, and they don’t know how to treat us, mother and son, in the future..." At this point, the woman started to cry.

"Okay, okay, of course it will only be better in the future. Don't you have me?"

"Get away, I'm annoyed right now, you're still thinking..."

Then the phone rang with the sound of a woman and a man fighting, half-pushing, half-fighting, and the soft sound of undressing.

The teenager quickly turned off his cell phone.

He couldn't breathe, so he stopped and held onto a tree on the side of the road, covered his chest and coughed hard several times before suppressing the nausea churning in his stomach.

The heavy breathing gradually subsided, and the young man smiled softly. The morning light filtered through the mottled tree shadows and fell on his pale face.

It was clear that the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, but the young man's pale face was as cold and cold as a ghost coming from the underworld to seek souls.

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 tell her, 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, and she would be his father's wife. She would still go home and stay with his father and him.

Anyway, Dad doesn’t know anything, so let him continue to live such a happy and ignorant life. He just needs 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 has happened. He remembers her kindness in giving birth to him, raising him and taking care of his father. He is willing to wait until she grows up to take good care of her in her old age. Send her off so that she will not be left homeless...

But, now...

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

It was his last mercy not to push her into the grave and bury her with her father.

Since the family is gone and the father is gone, the mother is no longer needed.

Everything is ridiculous, everything is meaningless.

"Thank you for your ruthlessness, which makes me fall in love with you."

2012, July 10, night, Weibo.

"A person who likes the ordinary" posted his first Weibo post more than a year after registering on Weibo:

Three candles in a row, neatly arranged.

…

Ning Youguang was sitting in his seat. When he saw the young man walking into the classroom, his heart skipped a beat, and a heavy worry flashed through him.

In a few days, the young man lost more than ten pounds. He was already thin before, but now he is as thin as a walking skeleton, with an expressionless face and an indifferent look.

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

Today, he lowered his head all the way to his seat and passed by his classmates. Not to mention saying hello to them, his classmates spontaneously became quiet when they saw him and did not dare to speak out.

The boy is like a strong wind from Antarctica, whistling like a lost child in the cold.

Boys and girls aged fourteen or fifteen are already smart enough to see that something must have happened at home in the past few days when Shi Wangyue asked for leave and did not come to school, otherwise he would not have lost such weight, and his whole body was filled with deep despair.

breath.

"Look at the moon." Youguang called the young man softly after he sat down.

Wangyue turned her head and looked at the girl next to her. Her eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles were comparable to those of a giant panda.

"Did you have 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 she had just prepared to drink and had a straw inserted.

Although the students next to him didn't know what happened to Shi Wangyue, they all started to move as if the power button had been pressed as Ning Youguang's voice sounded.

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

"I have corn sausage here."

"I have instant noodles here."

"I have lollipops..."

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

Normally, such a thing would not happen to him.

Shi Wangyue raised his head, his complex eyes sweeping over the surrounding faces full of youthful vitality and cautious and tentative. Then, he lowered his head and said, "Thank you."

That thank you was very soft, very soft, but the students around me who had bright ears still heard it.

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

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

"It's not enough. I still have it here."

After eating the breakfast handed to him by his classmates, the boy began to sleep on his desk. He fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up until the bell rang and the teacher walked into the classroom.1314

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Either death or life