The start of the global recovery becomes the God of Luoshui River

While walking, Li San came to a stone bench, raised his robe and sat down, looking at the endless stream of people in the temple square with a smile on his face.

Every day at this time, it is the time when the most people, men, women, old and young, will come to the River God Temple to worship themselves.

In the slightly blowing wind, there is the fragrance of the sea of ​​flowers outside, which makes people feel refreshed.

"Haha~"

Suddenly, a little Chihuahua ran up to Li San, sticking out its long tongue and wagging its tail.

The little chihuahua stared at Li San with big eyes, as if trying to please him.

Seeing this, Li San gently touched the dog's head, "Hello, little guy~"

Chihuahua seemed to understand Li San's words, and immediately rolled happily on the ground.

"Doudou! Doudou!" A five-year-old child ran over after chasing the Chihuahua, looking at the Chihuahua rolling in place, "Doudo, why don't you go?"

Following the dog's gaze, the little boy looked at the empty stone bench suspiciously. The bench was empty. What was the dog looking at?

"Are you a silly dog?"

The little boy muttered, and was about to pick up the puppy that was rolling on the ground.

At this moment, a young mother came out from the River God Temple, calling for the little boy.

"Come here." Hearing his mother calling himself, the little boy picked up the puppy and ran towards his mother.

Li San sat on the stone bench and waved to the puppy in the boy's arms, and the puppy immediately made a "barking" sound.

While turning his eyes, Li San noticed an old man.

The old man bent slightly, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Although he was old, he was extremely clean, and his clothes were spotless.

The old man stood where he was, silently watching the little boy leaving with the puppy in his arms, without saying a word for a long time.

Knowing that the little boy followed his mother out of the temple, the old man withdrew his gaze and said two words bitterly, "Jie'er."

At this moment, the old man had tears flickering in his old eyes, and the painful past appeared in his mind.

Jie'er was his child's life, and he was the same age as this little boy back then, but unfortunately he was abducted by a ruthless human trafficker.

The old man has been looking for his child since he was young, visited many places, and called the police, but in the end there was no news.

40 years ago, the old man was only 26 years old. He took his young wife and children on a trip. While shopping at a bustling station, his child was abducted by human traffickers. They looked around anxiously. , but no clues were found.

At that time, there were no such advanced communication conditions, and there were no cameras all over the street. If this loss happened, even calling the police would not help.

His own children also like to play with the family dog, and the old man remembers it very clearly.

Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the wet corners of his eyes, the old man staggered towards the River God Temple.

He came today to pray for his old, frail and sick wife Dongmei, and to ask for an incense ash peace talisman by the way.

Entering the River God Temple, the old man lit the incense in his hand, knelt on the futon piously, and muttered, "God of the River God, bless my wife in good health, and also bless my long-lost son..."

"I hope the God of the River has mercy. My child has been lost for forty years. If he is still alive, I hope the God of the River will bless our family to meet again..."

The old man murmured, he did not pray for himself, it was all for his wife and long-lost child, his wish was very simple and simple.Kuaiyan Reading Novel Reading_www.bookcu.com

Chapter 175

Standing up, the old man put the incense into the censer and respectfully kowtowed three times to the statue of the God of the River again.

Afterwards, the old man took out the incense money he had prepared from his pocket and carefully stuffed it into the merit box.

He is an ordinary citizen, and his income is not high, but every time he comes, he will do his best and add some incense money.

After finishing all this, the old man got up and walked towards the sign-seeking office where the temple fair personnel were.

There, you can ask for amulets, ask for lottery, buy incense and some trinkets and so on.

"Hello, I want to ask for a lottery." The old man walked up to the temple fair staff and said.

"Here, just shake it."

The temple fair staff took out a bucket with bamboo sticks inserted in it and put it on the table.

"Well, I don't want to draw by myself, I want to ask for a specific lottery, that is, I hope that I can reunite with my son who has been separated for many years, is that okay?"

The old man had a longing look on his face, and his fingers were tightly clenched together.

"Ok?"

The staff of the temple fair before the case were taken aback, asking for a signature?

This is the first time he has heard of this weird way of asking for lottery. Don't those who draw lottery usually silently make a wish in their hearts, and then pick up the lottery?

Whether it is up or down or down, this thing is completely random, and this thing is also unpredictable.

To put it bluntly, asking for a lottery is to have hope, to give one's own wish a psychological comfort.

But he had never heard of someone asking for a lottery like this, which was tantamount to asking a question directly.

"Ask for a designated lottery for the child?" At this time, the movement at the lottery place also caught the attention of Jingui and Lao Zhang, and they walked over together.

"En." The old man nodded. He knew that his way of asking for a lottery was a bit abrupt, which was equivalent to asking directly.

"I don't know if I can ask for it like this. I really have no choice, so..." The old man was a little embarrassed. He knew that he had never tried this method of asking for a lottery before.

"If you can ask for it, you can ask for it, and you are not the first one to ask for a lottery like this." Jingui waved his hand and gestured, "This lottery book is a good hope. Everything depends on the fate. If you ask for a certain amount of money for your child, I will give it to you." Just ask, but what do you mean by looking for the lost child?"

"That's right, it's not easy to ask for this thing if you don't explain it clearly. It's impossible to ask blindly." Old Zhang beside him also said.

Hearing Jingui and Lao Zhang's words, the old man took out a wallet full of age from the lining.

Afterwards, he took out a black and white photo from his wallet with his wrinkled hands, and handed it to Jingui.

His posture for taking photos is extremely fluent, as if he has done it countless times, without the slightest pause.

"Hi, my name is An Guoxing." The old man first introduced himself to Jingui. His name belonged to a very popular name in that era. "The child in this black and white photo is my son, named An Jie."

The old man pinched the three-inch photo with dry wrinkled fingers, repeating what he had said for decades in a sentence pattern that he had said countless times.

Seeing this slightly yellowed three-inch photo, Jingui and the others all looked at it attentively.

The photo looks like it was reprinted, and even the reprints are years old, black and white photos like this were only available decades ago.

In the photo, there is a little boy about four or five years old, and his facial features are not very clear, without any obvious features.