Give life to time, not life to time - Pascal.
Later on, in order to find Pocky's mom and Mrs. Song, Wei Qian and his team almost turned over the whole city, but the city is too big, all the clues in front of the eyes, and in the end, they are all catching wind and shadows.
Some say they were seen near the artificial lake in the park, others say they went in the direction of the moat, and still others say they saw such an old and disabled woman in some abandoned bridge.
Yet they finally came up empty.
Pocky's mom and Mrs. Song are just gone.
The one who was hit the hardest about this was Bo.
No one wanted her to know about it if at all possible, but it was impossible to keep it from her when two people she'd spent so much time with disappeared.
When his parents passed away, Bo was too young and uneducated to remember, but Grandma was different.
Grandma was the closest thing she had.
She was originally a little girl in the Garden of Eden who did not know the wind and rain, the departure of Mrs. Song, without warning, dragged her into the earth, and came face to face with the knife winds of time that she had never valued or truly experienced, and the moment she saw the blood, it was the pain that cut her skin.
During that period of time Xiaobao was always fuming without any signs, occasionally she didn't know what she remembered, she would turn around and shed tears, she remembered that she had quarreled with her grandmother, she remembered that she was angry with her, she remembered that she always felt that training and exams were more important, and she would always involuntarily ignore her.
When Mrs. Song was about to die of cold and hunger, when she took one last look at the world around her and found that there was not a single person she knew in the whole city, and when she looked around, her eyes were full of strangers, would she regret the decision she had made at that moment of hot-headedness?
No one knows.
She may be desolate and sad, or she may be at home with one foot in the land of the dead.
It was all a thought of fate, and Mrs. Song truncated all possibility of a terrible future, and continued herself in another form, thickly colored, in the bloodline of her loved ones.
Then later, Chen Lu, the bear's sister-in-law, was no more.
I don't know if she is at peace, I think she should be upset that there are many such and such bad things in her life, right?
She was too young, and was not a happy mourner, the funeral was held reticent and dignified, the whole company basically can go to all go.
The old bear looks extraordinarily mild-natured in contrast to his successor, Wei Qian, who is devoted and gold-rich, not too old, and really not very good-looking, but middle-aged men who look visually beautiful are ultimately rare, so it's not much of a disadvantage.
After Chen Lu's death, a handful of people had been playing with the idea of "Mrs. Xiong", some of them were simply concerned and wanted to introduce him to a new partner, and some of them were ill-intentioned and attempted to take over the vacancy themselves.
Unfortunately, it didn't take long for all of these people to cave in - because Old Bear did something particularly out of character.
He divided his family's wealth, his own parents were richer than him and didn't have to worry about it, so the old bear split his property in two, leaving half to Chen Lu's parents and half to a temple on the outskirts of the city, and then shaved his own head and went in to become a monk.
It is said that because of its outstanding economic contribution to our Buddha, the old bear went in and worshiped directly under the abbot, becoming a late entry, seniority of the closed disciple.
So many years have passed, and he's actually back to being the same big douchebag who hiked up and down the mountainous regions in the high altitude and lack of oxygen to buy pots and pans.
And then later ......
Wei Qian parked the car and dragged the newly bought big suitcase out from the trunk. The suitcase had already been filled with some things, all of which he thought he needed, the suitcase felt good to carry, it was very loadable, it wasn't heavy, it looked sturdy, and it looked good - of course it was good, Weiqian picked half a dozen of them before picking out the most expensive one like this one.
This is not in line with Wei Qian's personal style, although he has long been associated with "poor", but not as he imagined, become a profligate profiteer, most of the money spent from his wallet and private card is not to buy anything for themselves, Chairman Wei is still an impressive dead stingy.
If he personally needs something, he walks into a store and ends up buying away from one of the moderately or even moderately inexpensive ones. All of his clothes are the same old basics, and his shirts are always no-frills white shirts - so that he doesn't have to buy a bunch of ties to match his outfit.
To be honest, if it wasn't for his own essence and appearance, when others saw this young man, 80% of them would think that he was either an insurance seller or a salesman.
He also still drove his battered little McLaren, so whenever he needed to go out to meet people, he had to replace his transportation with the company car so as not to look too shabby when he was seen.
The suitcase certainly wasn't something he'd spare for himself, Wei Qian carried it all the way upstairs and left it at Wei Zhiyuan's door, reached out and knocked on the door to get the attention of the people in the house with their backs turned to him before turning around and walking away without saying a word.
Wei Zhiyuan looked back, his brother had already left, and not far away came a slamming of the door.
He stood up and silently dragged the suitcase into the house, reaching out and rubbing the handle of the suitcase. And then, after a moment's hesitation, he walked to Wei Qian's door and stood still for a long time as if he were being punished, raising and lowering his hand three times as he tried to knock.
After that glorious annual meeting, the two of them had been in this state - Wei Qian still did everything he could for Wei Zhiyuan, but kept treating him like air, and if he had to talk to him, he would be as brief as a telegram to conserve the environment and never look him in the eye.
Originally, according to Wei Qian's usual temper, he would have been furious.
Wei Zhiyuan was punched by him at that time to wake up the wine, and thought that he would be beaten up next, and on the way home, he even thought that Wei Qian might cut off relations with him and never talk to each other again.
But none of it.
The series of events that happened afterward left both of them drained, and Wei Qian didn't have the time or energy to beat him up.
As for the worst ending Wei Zhiyuan conceived ...... he realized with hindsight that he had underestimated his brother s feelings, even though they were not the kind of feelings he wanted.
Late at night, Wei Zhiyuan will be no reason to introspection and reflection, he found that "cut off, jade and stone" and so on, is the only thing that can be done out of the big brother's heart, but where there is still a little bit of emotional sustenance, he will never come to that point.
Wei Qian's love and favor for his younger siblings were all in the immobility of day after day, becoming something almost as imperceptible as the background color, and now, instead, it was brought out in such a resistant attitude.
Wei Zhiyuan felt some kind of lingering attachment to himself - it was time for him to go.
Leaving was not his idea, is a day, Wei Qian printed out the enrollment information of several famous foreign schools, along with a card with money deposited in front of Wei Zhiyuan, and did not mention anything, everything is in the words: you look after yourself.
A year later, Wei Zhiyuan had completed his application and a series of formalities, and he was about to leave on the next day's plane with his acceptance letter, flying to an unfamiliar country more than ten hours away.
The person he loves is on the other side of the globe, and the long time difference makes the ancient saying of "sharing the same love for a thousand miles" an impossible illusion.
Wei Zhiyuan ended up not alerting Wei Qian, and he quietly went out alone.
He sat aimlessly on the bus, walking through the streets and lanes of the entire city, this place is so different from more than ten years ago, at first glance, the change is almost completely different, at that time, Wei Zhiyuan did not think that this place will end his wandering.
...... Later on, it didn't occur to him that this turned out not to be his last stop.
Wei Zhiyuan did not know how far he had traveled by car, the bus drove all the way to the terminal, and he was the only passenger left in the downtown compartment where people can be squeezed into photos.
The steward gave the young passenger a strange look and came over to remind him, "Young man, it's the end of the line, get off."
Only then did Wei Zhiyuan wake up as if from a dream, and muddledly got out of the car in an unfamiliar place.
Sometimes the outskirts of the city are as far away as the next county, Wei Zhiyuan first did not react to this place, he stood on the side of the road for a while, saw an illegal "one-day tour" group. The tour guide was holding a small red flag and leading the way in front of him, followed by a row of tourists who were as tired as dogs.
There were just a few words of the narration that drifted into Wei Zhiyuan's ears, and he heard the name of a certain temple, and only after a while did he remember that this seemed to be the place where the old bear had gone to his home.
Wei Zhiyuan does not know out of what state of mind, followed the group of tourists all the way to the entrance of the temple, he originally just wanted to take a look, did not expect to meet the old bear, did not expect to see the goods at the ticket booth.
I saw the old bear with a big naked bald lady, clad in a robe, one hand to collect money and the other hand to pass the ticket, but also did not forget to spit on the tourists to sell some: "Do you want to buy incense? This temple wishing very good - want to ask for peach blossoms of the female masters please!
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Line up over here, special promotion today, buy incense and get a free peace talisman, the master himself has opened the light, etc., today is limited to female monks only, that young man over there you don't want to get mixed up in it!"
Wei Zhiyuan: "......"
A big/wave of tours passed before the old bear took a break, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his wide sleeve, picked up the mineral water next to him and filled half the bottle in one gulp, and then sighed out a long sigh of comfort, "Amitabha Buddha!"
Wei Zhiyuan had a chance to walk over at that moment, "I thought you were here to clear your head."
The old bear looked up and saw him, somewhat surprised, and busily beckoned over a half-grown young monk to take over, asking Wei Zhiyuan, "Xiao Yuan? Why are you here?"
Wei Zhiyuan smiled bitterly.
The old bear looked at him, thought for a moment, and said, "All right then, since you're here, come with me and sit for a while in the Zen room where I live."
Wei Zhiyuan gave a dispensable nod, just about to lift his foot to follow him.
The old bear came back and added, "Wait, you buy the ticket first, we're a small business, you're not allowed to escape the ticket by virtue of acquaintance."
Wei Zhiyuan helplessly took out a handful of change, he was understood, the old bear so-called "monk" is a special blasphemy.
The temple is in the mountains, and in the heat of summer, the lush vegetation on the mountains is protected as a tourist area, and each one is raised to a lush green color.
Through the tourists all over the front yard, the old bear took Wei Zhiyuan into the "tourists stop" in the backyard, but the inside of a moment of silence.
There was a big long-haired dog lying at the door, and it was not in the least surprised to see the people; a little monk was cleaning the yard, and when he saw them, he greeted the old bear courteously.
Near and far there seems to be the sound of knocking wooden fish and chanting sutras, melting in a long time in the cicadas, incense and candles nowhere to be seen, "the Buddha's clean place" feeling comes.
This was an ancient temple, and there was no doubt that the meditation rooms were shabby. Of course, as the great treasurer of this temple, the place where Old Bear lived was already in the best condition.
Old Bear burned a pot of hot water and made tea for Wei Zhiyuan.
Wei Zhiyuan end up tasted a mouthful, only feel a coarse tea stalk flavor, he looked down, only to see the inside of the tea leaves stretching up and down, a piece of dance, are growing very rough, like directly in the big willow tree jerked a hand, get down the leaves directly to the guests to make tea to drink.
So he put the glass of water down again.
Old Bear asked, "It's almost dinner time, you came all the way here, did you tell your family? Does your brother know?"
Wei Zhiyuan suspended two fingers over the rim of the cup, turned the moistened teacup around, and replied in a low voice, "I'm leaving the country on tomorrow's flight."
The old bear first froze, and then he was silent for a moment, sighed: "It is also quite good, in the future you come back to be a 'returnee to the sea', better off than all of us ...... at least better off than me."
The corners of Wei Zhiyuan's mouth mechanically lifted as he thought: come back? Can I still come back?
He changed the subject stiffly, "How does it feel to be a monk?"
"It's okay, it's just weird to think that the kitchen doesn't make pork stew with vermicelli." Old Bear huffed, "Why, you want to come too?"
Wei Zhiyuan laughed a little, did not squeak - he did not tell the old bear, the moment he saw the mountain temple from afar, the idea really popped up in his heart ...... but then it was dispelled by the buy one get one free at the ticket office.
"Don't come, you have ten feet of soft red dust in your heart, surely you can't stay." The old bear said, remembered what, tone down, quite some self-deprecating said, "I'm not the same, my ten feet of soft red dust has been transformed into a colorful haze floated away."
Wei Zhiyuan asked, "What else do you do every day besides selling tickets and incense?"
"What selling? How hard to hear? Monks are also younger brothers who have to eat, and the poor monk's main occupation is still purification, only occasionally using the temple as a home and finding ways to generate some income for everyone."
Wei Zhiyuan didn't bother with him and still asked, "What are you repairing?"
The old bear said, "Hinayana, I practice my own 'I Dharma Emptiness and Existence', and I can't learn that set of 'Four Regressions' and 'Six Degrees' in the Mahayana, and I just want to get myself I just want to get rid of the sea of suffering, and I have no intention to bring others with me. If you come to me for comfort, save your breath."
Wei Zhiyuan shook his head, "I have no intention of seeking comfort, I'm already dead."
The old bear snorted, "Junior, I believe you, huh?"
Wei Zhiyuan was silent for a long time.
The two of them were speechless for a long time before the old bear finally couldn't help but open his mouth again.
"I am standing outside the threshold of the people, you again shocked, but also shocked me here, give you a few words of advice." The old bear said, "When I first saw you, I told your brother that you are a very 'thin' person, I have not had much contact with you in the past few years, but every time I see you, I feel that you are growing thinner and thinner, and are about to be as thin as a cicada's wing."
Wei Zhiyuan said without moving his expression, "Brother Xiong, are you saying I'm narrow-minded?"
"That's right, Wiseguy, that's what I mean," the old bear admitted frankly, "Think about it, what do you feel is the most insurmountable thing, the most unobtainable thing, the most unconquerable thing you can't overcome in your life?"
Wei Zhiyuan did not speak, and a look of obvious pain appeared on his young face, and the old bear did not need to ask to know who he remembered.
However, he just waved his hand without pity: "You want to say it is your brother? You this can not pass puberty little boy ah ...... your brother love you can not wait, you say he can have how wronged ah, somehow became the biggest psychological trauma in your life."
Wei Zhiyuan's fingers were about to pinch into the teacup.
Old Bear: "Young people ah ...... gone or not, look at the outside world, give yourself ten minutes a day, think about how you have lived these twenty years. Qian'er is not your problem ah child, even if it is against the moral order, he as long as he is still alive and well, it is not your problem, you have more problems, but in the final analysis is still your own."
Wei Zhiyuan looked up at him blankly.
The old bear pointed to the tattered futon and walls in his meditation room: "Today I'm here, so sit here and have a good meditation, I'm going out to sell tickets. Some things, think clearly you will be indestructible, think not clearly you are trapped in the head. Your brother ...... he is like this in this life, you still have a chance."