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Ah Cheng returned home.

Daddy is not here.

He should always go home, but he was not there, not in the kitchen, not in the bedroom, not at home.

Ah Cheng looked at the icy stove, in a daze.

Open the lid, what is left in it is a little bit of porridge from the morning, which is completely cold and condensed into a lump. Dad didn't even eat breakfast.

Ah Cheng took out the cold porridge, mixed it with a cold dish, and ate it as dinner.

Some do nothing.

Ah Cheng moved a bench and sat in the courtyard, watching the sunset.

The scenery is there and you can see it any day, but it is not in the mood to see it that day.

Ah Cheng was in a bad mood.

He knew that his father looked down on this son, obviously, just like Ah Cheng secretly despised his father as an old **** steeped in memory.

In many things, both father and son are tacit.

Why does my father prefer to speak in the Pure Land? Because there is no need to see Ah Cheng.

Why does Ah Cheng like to talk in the college? It's also because you don't need to see A-da.

Annoying each other, Dad felt that God was fair, one life for another, his wife had to leave when Ah Cheng came at home.

Ah Cheng felt that God was unfair, and it was obviously Dad who died, but A-niang died.

The same experience, but a completely different experience of fate, Dad still has hope in his heart, so he can tirelessly love the world. In fact, Ah Cheng's heart has long since become cold and dead. He yearns for a life surrounded by others, but on the other hand, he is more comfortable with the pastoral life in seclusion.

Ah Cheng met young love, and then gave up. Now he yearns for true affection.

Sometimes when meditating at night, he feels that he is heading towards the empty wonderland. He wants to be an ancestor, and success will be achieved. He wants everything. He limited his greed and cautiously, Ah Cheng felt that he was comprehending a path of gains and losses, persisting, investigating and letting go.

This year, who doesn't want to be upright?

Ah Cheng stared at the increasingly cold sunset and sneered, everyone thought! Everyone will raise one's hand in the noble air, and treat them as a good layman! Ah Cheng saw through the so-called Fa-rectification of Shan Dao Xing, and he also very much agrees with this Fa-rectification. Okay, everyone loves each other. What's wrong, but how many true gentlemen and hypocrites are there? Is it a piece of Bingxin, or a few personal affair?

His dad wanted to be a hermit. Ah Cheng stood up and took a bite. He wanted to turn around and go back to the house. He kicked the bench down without picking up and fell to the ground.

He entered his cabin, opened the window, removed his shoes and socks, stripped off his shirt, shirtless, and left a pair of gray linen trousers. He lay in the chair with the backrest, with his feet on the desk, his arms resting on his head, and he looked at the sky slowly.

Waited for half an hour.

Daddy didn't come.

Ah Cheng coldly put on his shirt, and ran into the back room to meditate.

After sitting around for another hour, my heart was restless, and I woke up several times from entering concentration.

He began to punch, and the wind was violent, and the contents of the house were even dinged and rattled.

The more anger in the heart, the faster the palm out, the faster the internal force rushed, Ah Cheng roared, and hit the wall with a palm in the air. At this time, the air in his body was dripping, and the palm strength became the same, whistling and breaking. air.

"not good!"

Ah Cheng caught a glimpse of the direction his palm was aimed at, and was shocked in his heart. However, there was only time to panic. The next moment, this split palm shattered the shrine on the wall.

A statue fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.

It is the Dharma statue of Deer Yuan Bodhisattva that Ah Cheng accidentally got when he was chasing the monkey group a few days ago.

Ah Cheng was frightened, his blood flowed back, his hands and feet were cold, and it took a long while before he recovered.

It seems...no one sees...that doesn't count...otherwise...the head will be beheaded.

"Yeah! Heh!" a strange cry came from outside the house.

Ah Cheng turned his head to look at the window in a panic, a dirty face covered with black mud, unconsciously twitching, staring at him, his eyes were more white than his pupils. For Ah Cheng, this was a picture full of terror. Face.

Outside the window is Ah Shu in the village, a lunatic.

Now, let a lunatic see it, Ah Cheng threw the Buddha statue.

Oh, although no one would believe the words of a madman, sometimes a word is more powerful than the person who speaks it.

No one can reason with a lunatic, so rules, interests, and threats cannot influence the behavior of a lunatic.

At that time, someone heard A Shu's words and came to him to search, but A-da was not there, only one and a half of them were left. What should be said and what should not be said, who can rule?

Ah Cheng was frightened, and he stared at A Shu's face, looking at his unshaven face, vaguely smelling the smell of sweat and urine from his body, he was more disgusted than fear.

"Uh, uh, ho..." A Shu's throat rolled with vague and deep syllables, his expression was strange, it seemed to be painful, it seemed to be ecstasy, "Cheng...Cheng, ho, Bodhisattva..."

Ah Cheng took two steps toward the window, feeling extremely tired because of exhaustion of internal energy, and his legs were weak.

A Shu seemed to be frightened, followed by two steps back and fell down, without a grunt, he stood up and walked outside.

Behind the house is a small wood. Through the woods, you can see the rest of the houses in the village. There is a road around the woods. There are many people hanging out in the evening.

Ah Cheng stood by the window, watching Ah Shu disappear into the shade of the woods. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

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night.

Ah Cheng returned home.

Daddy is not here.

He still didn't come back. There was no him in the wing, kitchen, wood room.

Ah Cheng sighed and left the shovel in the wood room, then went into the side room to take the washbasin, and scooped water in the creek in front of the door. He squatted by the river to wash his face. The moonlight shining imperviously on the water surface, in the dangling white light Stained with a light red.

Ah Cheng carefully cleaned the crevices of his fingernails.

Dad is not there, so he has to solve many things by himself, and the methods are often not so interesting.

Back in the back room, Ah Cheng took out the bucket. The fragments of the Bodhisattva were only swept into the bucket without being buried. He turned the bucket upside down, and the fragments hit the wood chips in the bucket with a beeping sound.

It’s just a very ordinary idol, Ah Cheng thought, but he took a closer look by the moonlight and found that there was a small gray square card in the fragments of Huipupu. Its shape was simple and simple. Apart from its regularity, it had nothing to do with the rest of the stones. Different.

He picked out the square card, blown away the dust, revealing the complete shape, a square stone sign, the smaller half of the palm is big, the edges are chamfered, it is very smooth, one side is embossed, the other side is smooth.

A very common stone. He put it in his arms, planning to make a hole in the stone in a few days, and hang it on the rope.

Ah Cheng took another shrine from the barn and hung it on the wall of the back room, covering his palm prints.

Suddenly there was a loud "bang" outside.

It was the door that was broken open, and Ah Cheng was startled.

He turned out from the window of the back room, ran along the root of the wall, went back to the front door, and secretly looked inside.

In the dark, a broad back hugged a woman in white.

It's Daddy.

It is Ficus pumila.

The blood fell to the ground bit by bit, startled the moonlight.

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