Countdown to Poverty Eradication

Because Jiang He can see the phantom of the scarlet letter after transplanting the cornea/membrane, so Liang Xu should also see it.

Ever since Di Ye appeared in front of the public, Liang Xu gradually disappeared. He disappeared very suddenly. When people came to their senses, they realized that he had not appeared in the public eye for a long time.

"The scarlet letter does not pose any threat to me now, but I am worried that the final result will not change." Di Ye wore a sun hat and held a small fan to blow air on his face.

Jiang He was out of breath: "If I don't climb up the mountain, I will die now, the heat is killing me."

Di Ye took a sip of water, squinted his eyes and touched the rolling sweat: "If you were willing to take the cable car, we would have arrived at the Buddhist temple by now. I told you that the cable car is safe."

Jiang He said weakly: "No, even if I, Jiang He, were sunburned to death and dried up, I would definitely not take the cable car up the mountain if I died here. It's impossible!"

10 minute later.

Di Ye sat in the cable car and continued to pour water, Jiang He pulled his arm and shook it into a human-shaped sieve.

Jiang He closed his eyes tightly, and asked tremblingly: "Brother Di, how long is it...I feel like I'm going to be scared to pee..."

Di Ye took a leisurely look at the scenery outside the cable car, and said calmly, "It's almost here."

Jiang He wailed: "I asked you the last minute and you said the same thing!"

By the time the two got off the cable car, Jiang He's legs had softened into two noodles, and Di Ye straddled his arms and walked along the steps dug out of the mountain.

The sun in Yancheng is very hot in June, and the lush trees on the mountain are full of greenery. There is a quiet Buddhist temple on the peak of Zhangshan Mountain.

Tall trees shrouded the heads of the two of them to block the venomous sunlight, and only tiny spots of light came in through the gaps in the leaves.

The narrow trail dug out on the mountain in unknown year and month can only accommodate one person. Jiang He dragged Di Ye's arm and walked up slowly behind him.

I don't know how long I walked, the terrain suddenly became flat, and the narrow narrow path gradually became wider. Jiang He was exhausted and cried for a rest. Di Ye pulled him to sit down on the stone steps, watching Looking at the towering ancient trees covering the sky, he said: "Why did Liang Xu come to such a place? Could it be that he wants to retreat to the mountains and forests because he sees through the world of mortals and is disheartened?"

Jiang He took a sip of water and said weakly: "Brother Di, you are not a native of Yancheng, so you don't know much about this Buddhist temple. In fact, this Buddhist temple is very famous among the older generation, but the location is hidden. The road is difficult, so few people come.”

Di Yeqi asked, "What about the temple's incense money?"

"There is no shortage of incense money in the temple. Sometimes a pilgrim can eat for a year."

Di Ye exclaimed: "So many?"

"That's all. In my previous life, Lu Xun and Huo Linfeng came here, and I met them when I came to apply for a lottery."

"Why are they here? Did they come together?" No matter in this life or in the previous life, as soon as these two people met, they would never stop. One of the things he was most afraid of in life was that these two people would meet.

Jiang He shook his head: "I lived in a Buddhist temple for a while when I was in poor health. They came in batches, and they came at different times."

Di Ye stroked his chin, and decided to ask Lu Xun about it after returning home. Although both of them were reborn, they rarely exchanged their experience of rebirth.

Jiang He said again: "There is a definite number in the dark. The word fate is really mysterious. There are many things that science can't explain. For example, you can see the scarlet letter, for example, after I get your canthus/membrane, there is always something in front of my eyes. There will be ghost shadows in scarlet letters."

Di Ye shook the fan and said slowly: "Perhaps the current science has not reached that level, we still know too little, and the reason for the scarlet letter may never be explained clearly."

Jiang He thought for a while and said slowly: "I have read a very scary story before."

Di Ye looked at him: "A ghost story?"

Jiang He: "No, it's a frightening story. We belong to advanced civilizations on the earth and are in three-dimensional space, but space is multi-dimensional. In addition to three-dimensional, there are more advanced dimensions. There is a pair of things we can't see. Eyes are always on us, the earth is a breeding ground for them, they watch us like we watch ants move when we are curious."

Di Ye followed this thinking and added: "According to you, the observer in this story is like an expert in animal behavior research. Different levels of civilization will see different things. If an ant is blocked by a stone, , it thinks it's a mountain, but if I want to help the ant, I can easily take that small rock away with my fingers."

The two looked at each other, and Jiang He said blankly: "So we are all those ants who have been helped?"

Di Ye patted his head, very calmly: "If we have to find an explanation for our experience, then this explanation is still very reliable."

Jiang He wrung his fingers and muttered to himself like a wandering spirit: "Let me sort out the order, you first appeared with the scarlet letter, then you died, after you died you donated the canthus/membrane, then Liang Xu and I regained our eyesight, and then I can Seeing the phantom of the scarlet letter ends with my death and begins with my rebirth again."

Di Ye pondered: "The people who are reborn are all related to me."

Jiang He pointed at Di Ye with a finger, and made a very serious pose: "There is always only one truth - you are the ant who is being cared for. There are a pair of invisible hands that clear away the boulders on your way. Someone Rewrote the rules of the farm for you!"

Di Ye held his forehead weakly: "Is there a black hole in your head? Why don't you write science fiction when you are so talented?!"

Jiang He made a V, swaying left and right: "A screenwriter who doesn't want to be a science fiction writer is not a good actor!"

Di Ye pinched the back of his neck to lift him up, and said ruthlessly: "Since the waves are already rising, let's continue on our way."

Jiang He lowered his head, his face ashen.

The two climbed up the mountain and found the quiet ancient Buddhist temple with great effort.

"It feels like I have come to another dimension all of a sudden, and I have transitioned from modern civilization to the world of martial arts." Di Ye sighed looking at the quaint Buddhist temple.

The wall of the Buddhist temple is made of bricks and stones. When the two entered the Buddhist temple, the first thing they saw was a large black water tank placed in the corner. A young man with a beautiful face was wearing monk clothes and sitting on a futon leaning on the large water tank. sleep.

Di Ye glanced at the black hair on the young man's head that reached to his ears. Fortunately, he seemed to be a secular person who didn't see through the world of mortals.

"Should we wake him or not?"

The young man slept soundly, Di Ye shook his head, planning to stand in the corner and wait for a while.

The two watched the little brother sleep side by side, Jiang He smacked his lips: "This brother looks so fairy-like."

Di Ye whispered: "Maybe after staying in this deep mountain and old forest for a long time, you will have your own immortal energy. This is a gift from nature."

While the two were muttering to each other, the young man's head slowly lowered, and a crisp bird song resounded throughout the monastery, and a small white and black shadow descended from the sky, landing on the young man's shoulder with a click.

The young man was startled by the bird song, and slowly opened his closed eyelashes, revealing a pair of eyes full of lakes and mountains.

The young man looked over his shoulder with a sense of feeling, a lump of black and white bird droppings was standing upright on his shoulder.

The three people in the courtyard looked at the pile of bird droppings together. After a while of silence, the young man who looked like a breeze and bright moon yelled, and cursed angrily: "Which stupid bird shit on me, I won't give you a bird!" Mao Baguang, the one who stepped on my horse, would not have the surname Jiang, it really beeps the dog."

Di Ye and Jiang He looked at each other at the same time, with subtle expressions on each other, Di Ye took out a facial tissue from his pocket and handed it over: "Wipe it."

As soon as Di Ye made a sound, the young man realized that there was someone in the courtyard. He froze for a second, and then quickly put away his swearing posture. The speed of changing his face was beyond the reach of Jiang He, the film king who won the gold cup. , said politely: "Thank you handsome guy."

Di Ye showed his white teeth in a smile: "No thanks, no thanks."

The young man looked at him, the peach blossom eyes were slightly red at the end, and there was gurgling water flowing inside, like a thin landscape, with a faint haze, and the movements in his eyes were very affectionate, making one want to drown in it.

He smiled lightly, like the scorching peach blossoms blooming in the Gucha Mountain Temple when the world's beauty is exhausted.

Di Ye frowned, thinking to himself: "This brother seems to be firing at me..."

In the next second, the young man in front of him took out his mobile phone from the monk's robe, and said very politely: "Since meeting each other is destined, why don't we add WeChat to consolidate this fate."

Di Ye: "..."

Jiang He: "..."

Di Ye straightened his expression, and said quietly, "I'm sorry, I'm a family man now."

The young man's peachy eyes lingered on Di Ye's face several times, and Di Ye was terrified by his look, and was about to hide, when the young man suddenly whispered: "You really are a blast."

After I finished speaking, I even blushed...

Seeing the strangeness, Di Ye was calm and composed: "Where there is no fragrant grass at the end of the world, why should a man have no wife."

After finishing speaking, he felt something was wrong, and Di Ye added: "Why don't a man have a husband, there are many good men."

The youthful peach blossom eyes looked at Di Ye without blinking, and finally sighed very melancholy: "I bought the earphones you endorsed, the silver ones, and it cost half a month's salary."

Di Ye bit the bullet and chatted awkwardly: "That earphone is good."

The young man looked at Di Ye's face, sighed again, and said disappointedly: "Yes, not bad..."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Di Ye's face with very melancholy eyes, and said infatuatedly, "How can you be so handsome, much more handsome than Liang Xu."

Di Ye finally found the point, he hurriedly asked: "Is Liang Xu here?"

The young man nodded, a little strange: "Yes, you are here to look for him, but he is very sick now."

For no reason, Di Ye's heart suddenly sank. Before he could ask again, the young man continued: "I have a terminal illness, and I always say that there is a red shadow in front of my eyes."

Jiang He's face on the side also turned pale, and the two reborn people in the courtyard exchanged glances, and they both saw a trace of fear in each other's eyes.