Plane Small Bookstore [System]

In the evening, the street was shrouded in a faint mist, and there was cool water vapor in the wind.The hustle and bustle of the world, the heavy traffic dissolves in the mist, floating like a fairyland.

Le Jing stopped a taxi, first put the big bag in his hand into the car, then got in, and said to the driver: "Master, go to the West Village on the outskirts of the city."

The driver held the steering wheel for a moment, and at the end of his eyes, he saw a few white paper money protruding from the unfastened bag in the back seat, and his expression suddenly became subtle: "It's quite far away..."

"I'll add money."

"……How many?"

"one hundred."

"Okay, you sit down!"

On the way, the driver finally couldn't help asking, "What's in your pocket?"

Le Jing replied calmly: "Paper money."

The driver's hand shook, and his expression suddenly turned ugly: "Then you go to the West Village on the outskirts of the city...?"

"Burning paper money." The young man lowered his eyes. The driver couldn't see his expression, but heard his clear voice in the closed and quiet compartment: "Today is the Ghost Festival."

The driver came to a sudden: "Yes, I forgot about it." He sighed, and looked disappointedly at the busy traffic outside the car: "After taking your order, I will go home and not go anywhere."

Le Jing also turned his gaze out of the window, where there were ghosts and ghosts outside the window, filled with gloom.

Today is the Ghost Festival, also known as Ghost Festival, which is a traditional Chinese festival of sacrifice.

On this day, the gate of ghosts is opened, and the underworld guests can return to the world to visit their relatives in the yang world.Relatives in Yangshi burn paper money to express their grief for the deceased.

The living and the dead have never been so close.

The driver carefully glanced at the thoughtful young man who was looking out the window, and for some reason felt a little creepy in his heart.Thinking of the destination of the young man again, he felt even more murmurs in his heart.

Who burns paper money to go to that place where the birds don't shit.

If he hadn't been reluctant to part with the 100 yuan, he would have refused to board.

……

As the night fell, the sun disappeared into the sky, and the bright and soft moonlight fell gently on the ground.The night wind was cool, and I didn't know where to roll up a few white paper money, adding a bit of desolation to the night.

Le Jing squatted at the entrance of the village, with several huge black bags piled up beside him, filled with paper money.He put only a small part in the taxi, and he put the rest of the big head in Le Ling's portable space.

The ghosts in old and tattered military uniforms surrounded him silently. Under the hazy night light, Le Jing carefully looked at these young and immature faces. Many familiar faces had disappeared among them.These days, with the help of Le Jing, many of their relatives came here to help them collect their bones so that they could enjoy incense and offerings after death.

But there are still many people whose descendants are unwilling to travel thousands of miles to help them collect their bones, and they have not received paper money for many years.

He was loyal to the country during his lifetime, but no one worshiped him after his death.Most people in the world are fickle.Le Jing didn't want to let the martyrs feel cold.

Keynes took out a few pieces of paper money from his pocket and handed them to Le Jing, who piled them into the brazier and lit them with a lighter.Then he looked up at the ghost soldiers in old military uniforms surrounding him, and said solemnly: "Now the mountains and rivers are still there, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, your bloody battles were not in vain, you can rest in peace."

The flames curled up, wisps of smoke wafted from the paper money, and suddenly a strong wind came, carrying the paper money and floating into the distance.

In Le Jing's eyes, after the paper money was burned, it appeared in the hands of the soldier ghost on the opposite side.He burned a big bag and didn't stop until every ghost had received paper money.

The young man with a square face in the lead tightly held the paper money in his hand, and smiled slightly: "Because of the merits of the battalion commander during his lifetime, he was sealed as a shackle a few days ago, and we lonely ghosts have benefited from this and have become non-staff personnel. People who eat public food."

Le Jing congratulated first, and then asked: "Aren't you reincarnated?"

Guozilian shook his head, his eyes were peaceful: "Once we are reincarnated, we will forget our past." He smiled embarrassedly: "I think, some things need to be remembered after all." He looked at the vast night behind Lejing , with deep nostalgia in his eyes: "And we want to see this peaceful and prosperous world for a few more years."

"That's it, we're leaving." Under the leadership of Guozilian, the ghost army uniformly saluted Le Jing with a standard military salute: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the way of heaven is reincarnation. Wang Jun sticks to his heart and cherishes it." .”

"I will."

Le Jing didn't let go of his raised hand until the ghost army disappeared.After the ghost army left, those lonely ghosts who had no one to worship dared to approach Lejing.

Le Jing squatted down again and lit the paper money. The paper money that passed away in the wind was looted by the ghosts. Le Jing looked up at the bright and clear moon. It's the same moon.

Some people say that Chinese people have no faith, but Le Jing doesn't think so.

Chinese people have faith.

They believe in their ancestors.

Burning paper money, just like Christian believers praying to God, is a way for Chinese people to express their grief, look forward to the future, and convey their feelings.Burning paper money flies into the sky, as if the ancestors really heard their prayers and answered them.In this way the living and the dead complete a special kind of communication.And the living also increase their awe of death.

When we were on earth, some Chinese people once denounced the burning of paper money as a feudal superstition that creates pollution, and called on everyone to resist this ignorant behavior.Le Jing thinks that the person who made this suggestion is a typical keyboard warrior and a reasonable person.

Only by imagining the world of the dead and the simple values ​​of karma can the living have awe of death and life.This awe makes the world a better place.

You don't have to choose this way to honor your ancestors, but you have no right to prevent others from doing so.

As Le Jing walked, he tossed the lit paper money into the air vigorously, and the roaring ghosts cheered and followed him, and a grand parade began at this moment when the gate of ghosts was wide open.

Lejing slowly walked out of the deserted village, and gradually began to have sporadic residents in the surrounding area.On this special day, the doors of every household are closed, the intersections are full of sparks, smog is lingering, paper money is flying, and there is a faint cry of mourning floating in the wind.

Li Juan sat at the crossroads, mechanically putting paper money from the burning brazier, her eyes were red and swollen, and her tears had long been drained from crying day and night.

"Niuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu which which she which could tossed hoarsely; He choked up for a while, and could hardly speak: "Then you will still be my daughter, okay? My mother is still young and can still conceive. If you reincarnate late, my mother may not be able to wait for you...you will become someone else The daughter of the family..."

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who saves suffering and suffering." Li Juan knelt down and closed her eyes and prayed devoutly: "My believer would like to shorten her life ten years in exchange for her beloved daughter who will be healthy and happy in the next life."

As if a Bodhisattva appeared, the unburned paper money in the basin was blown up by the wind, and the flames flickered out, disappearing into the night.

"Ninny, nannie!" Li Juan stood up abruptly from the ground, staggered and almost fell, she desperately squeezed out a broken breath from her throat: "Is it you, right? You came to see your mother, right? Listen It's time for mom, right?"

Li Juan shouted hoarsely into the boundless night: "Mom is waiting for you! Baby, mom is waiting for you!"

"Are you burning paper for your daughter?" A clear male voice suddenly came from behind, which seemed extremely strange at such a time.Li Juan's shoulders trembled with fright. When she turned her head, she could barely see two young men, one tall and the other short. wearing something.

They were just poor people like her.

After thinking this through, Li Juan was not nervous or afraid at all.She nodded and said hoarsely, "Yes."

The short young man nodded towards Li Juan's side, and his voice was a little more smiling: "Don't worry, your daughter will come back."

Li Juan smiled wryly, taking this as the young man's words of comfort.Although she said that just now, she was just asking for psychological comfort, and she also understood that this was wishful thinking.

and many more!

She reacted suddenly.

Since just now, the young man has been looking straight at the position next to her. With the bright moonlight, she can clearly see the soft smile on the young man's face.

She turned her head and looked at the empty side, with broken hopes in her eyes that she didn't realize.She trembled and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at your daughter. She is very cute." The young man looked straight at Li Juan's side, squatted down, and replied softly: "She is wearing a small yellow dress, with two croiss braids, and two braids at the corners of her mouth. Sweet dimples."

Li Juan seemed to have been struck by lightning, her mind went blank for a moment, her lips trembled, and she uttered out of tune ravings.

The little girl held her mother by the corner of her clothes, blinked her big eyes and looked curiously at the young man who was at her level, and asked in a childish voice, "Big brother, can you see me?"

Le Jing nodded, smiled softly and said, "Yes."

The little girl smiled sweetly, and the dimples on her cheeks were faintly visible: "Then please tell Mom, Grandpa Yan Wang has agreed, and I can be reborn as Mom's daughter. Please tell her not to be sad, and don't miss me."

Le Jing stood up and relayed the little girl's words to the thin woman who was almost out of shape.

"Is this true?" Li Juan grabbed the young man's arm and asked sharply, "You didn't lie to me, did you?"

The young man stretched out his hand to brush her eyes pitifully, and she only felt a warm air covering her eyes. The moment the young man put down his fingers, a clear and clear child's voice came from her ear: "Mom!"

Li Juan turned her head suddenly, the movement was so big that it almost reached her neck, and she saw a little girl in a goose yellow skirt smiling sweetly at her.

"Niuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuan!"

Le Jing left without a sound. After walking a long distance, she could still hear the woman's joyful cry.

Le Jing smiled and walked quietly in the deep night.For no reason, I thought of two lines of poems written by the Immortal:

The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees.

The heaven and the earth are traveling against each other, and they are in mourning for the eternal dust.

Why are many people willing to believe in the existence of the afterlife?

Because that means the cycle of life and death, endless life.

When death is not a destination but the beginning of another great adventure, then death is nothing to be afraid of.

Perhaps, what people are afraid of is not ghosts, but no afterlife.

The author has something to say:

So, this dungeon is over!

The story of Lin Qiao and Xu Mu should be considered as an open ending.

I don't want to write it down, probably because I can't bear it.

When a love is mixed with killing, blood and tricks, then this kind of love is destined to have nothing to do with beauty.I don't want to write about such an ugly love, because the tragedy is already doomed.

After downloading the copy, it will be very short. It is a stalk I have envisioned for a long time: If everyone is born from a tree, they will be 80 years old when they are born, and then they will be one year younger every year, and then they will be born at the age of 0. Nian stops breathing, returns to the tree, and waits to be born again.I want to write an interesting story like this.Because it's just a brain hole, it may end in one shot 233333