I really don't want to be a teacher

The man turned his head, looked at the river, and said.

The voice rang in front of the booth along with the breeze.

……

"Do you regret it?"

Glancing at the man again, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze, looked at the lights of houses in the distance, and asked calmly.

The man heard the words, looked at the river, fell silent for a while,

"She's my mother."

After just saying a few words, the man fell silent again,

Lian Ge heard the words and didn't say anything more.

……

"...After dealing with my mother's affairs, I returned to the city.

They called me again and asked me to go to the abandoned factory to 'pick up' at night. "

With a calm tone, the man looked at the dark river and continued,

"... hung up the phone, and I went back to where I live. It seems that the house has never felt so empty... I can't hear my mother's voice, and there is no movement of my mother busy in the kitchen... I am in Sitting in the room where my mother lived, just sitting like that...

Coming out of my mother's room, I left there... after eating in a restaurant and taking the family to the hospital... I came here..."

"When I was on the bridge just now, I called the police."

With that said, the man fell silent again.

All around, it seemed that only the sound of the breeze disturbing the branches and leaves sounded.

……

"……Amitabha."

The old monk looked at the man, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name,

"The benefactor was on the bridge before...Since the benefactor has repented of the past, he should not escape by.... He should make up for it now.

The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. Although it is rare to see the shore when you look back, you should go to the shore more with your heart. "

The old monk clasped his hands together, looked at the man, and said,

Hearing this, the man turned his head and looked at the old monk.

"...to the place where the heart goes...to the place where the heart goes..."

After muttering and repeating twice, the man fell silent again, looking at the shady branches and leaves, absent-minded.

for a long time,

The man's eyes were in a trance, he staggered a little, and stood up from the booth again.

Chapter 363 Thank you

As the night darkened, there were fewer and fewer vehicles passing by on the bridge not far away, and the lights of each house were gradually extinguished among the tall buildings in the distance.

Under the night, in front of the booth, it seemed even darker and quieter.

The breeze blew past, disturbing the white cloth on the booth, rolling down a few fallen leaves under the shade of the riverside forest, and walking away along the somewhat empty street.

The bright street lamps by the river swayed their dim yellow lights towards the dark river,

Around the light, several flying insects lingered.

In front of the booth, the man was absent-minded, looking at the flying insects with a dazed look.

"...Master, can you surpass?"

Turning his head, the man stood in front of the booth, looking at the old monk behind the booth,

The old monk also stood up, looked at the man,

"donor……"

"...my mother believed this...before, she just brought my mother home and buried her without any funeral. Can master help my mother save me?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk does know a few scriptures for salvation... But, the old benefactor still needs the help of the benefactor. The benefactor can live a good life. The old benefactor has no worries, and he can save himself without the help of others."

The old monk clasped his hands together, looked at the man and said.

Hearing this, the man was silent for a while,

"...How much will it cost if you go beyond the limit?"

Looking at the old monk, the man just said.

"……Amitabha."

Hearing this, the old monk looked at the man, chanted the Buddha's name, fell silent for a while, then turned his head, glanced at the white cloth on the ground,

"If the benefactor wants to save, it will cost 529 yuan."

The old monk turned his head again, clasped his hands together, and said aloud.

"529 yuan……"

The man heard the words, repeated them, and began to grope around his body.

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the old monk and the man, but didn't say much.

All around, it became more and more quiet, only the man was rummaging through his pocket, and there was a rustling sound.

……

"529 yuan... just enough."

The man opened the pockets of his clothes and trousers, and took out the money in each pocket.

The 500 yuan is brand new, the 29 yuan is a little wrinkled, the man holds it, squeezes it in his hand, after adjusting it, he is a little absent-minded, looking at it,

After a pause, the man held out his hand, and handed the money in his hand to the old monk.

"...My home is in the [-]th group of Xiahe Village. After entering the village, I walked only until I reached the first turning point. My home was opposite the road. My mother was buried on the mountain behind the house..."

The old monk looked at the man, reached out and took the money, holding it in his hand.The man withdrew his hand and said, his eyes were a little dazed, and he turned around,

The voice gradually subsided, and the man looked at the flying insects circling the light under the street lamp, paused for a moment, then lost his mind, staggered along the river, and walked to the distance.

"...Benefactor, please sit down for a while."

The old monk held the money in his hand, looked at the staggering man, and called out.

Hearing the words, the man paused, but he didn't respond or turn his head, but continued to walk towards the distance.

"It's getting late, go home early."

Lian Ge turned his head, looked at the man, and said aloud.

"...go home, go home..."

Whispering, repeating, the man seems to be laughing,

"It's time to go home..."

After saying a few more words, the voice gradually subsided, the man's eyes were in a daze, he staggered, and continued to walk into the distance.

……

Watching the man go away, Lian Ge turned his gaze back to the distance,

The lights by the river were still on, casting dim lights on the river, and in the distant city, the lights had been extinguished in many tall buildings.

A gust of breeze blows from the river, and the distance, the surroundings, become more and more quiet.

……

"Amitabha……"

Watching the man go away, the old monk clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and then turned around.

"Benefactor Lian, this is the money for the previous meal and the money for buying this stall."

The old monk was talking, and handed the 529 yuan in his hand to Lian Ge.

Glancing at the old monk, Lian Ge took the 529 yuan and put it in his pocket.

"... benefactor Lian."

The old monk withdrew his hand, paused again, looked at Lian Ge and asked,

"...Benefactor Lian asked the poor monk to tell the fate of the benefactor, is that accurate?"

Lian Ge heard the words, turned his eyes to look at the old monk, did not answer, retracted his gaze, and looked into the distance again,

Seeing this, the old monk was silent for a while, then turned his head, followed Lian Ge's gaze, and looked into the distance.

"Amitabha……"

……

Moving his steps, the man's eyes were in a trance, and he staggered a little, walking forward along the river,

The dark river flowed downstream beside the man, and street lamps reflected the shadow of the man by the river,

The shadow grew longer and shorter, and the sound of footsteps was mixed with the sound of the river flowing.

……

Walking to the bridge, the man stopped, turned his head, and looked towards the bridge.

With his eyes in a trance, the man turned around, walked along the bridge, and then walked on the bridge.

Stumbling at a staggering pace, the man just walked absent-mindedly.

Walking to the middle of the bridge, the man stopped again and turned around.

……

It was late at night, and it took a long time for a car to pass on the bridge, and the bridge seemed even quieter.

The man stood outside the guardrail on the bridge, looking at the river under the bridge in a trance.

The street lights on the bridge were on, shining on the man, but not the river below the bridge, which looked dark and heavy.

A gust of wind blew by, disturbing the man's skirt, and there were some rustling sounds,

Immediately afterwards, the rustling sound gradually moved away from the bridge and got closer to the river,

A burst of whitish water splashed in the dark river water, and a sound sounded under the bridge.

……

Then came another voice,

"...Wait a minute! Someone jumped into the river!"

A young man walking across the bridge, wearing a headset and talking on the phone with someone, notices that the man fell into the water,

He yelled first, followed by kicking off his shoes, and ran towards the place where the man fell into the water.

Quickly took off his coat, threw the phone onto the coat, and the young man jumped over the guardrail and jumped down the river.

On the river, there was another voice.

……

"...cough cough..."

Dragging the unconscious man to the shore, the young man quickly cleaned up the foreign objects in the man's mouth, nose and cavity. After confirming that the man still had a pulse and breathing, he breathed a sigh of relief. While making an emergency call, he looked at the man,

And the comatose man woke up at this time,

Lying on his side, the man looked at the ground on the shore, his eyes were absent-minded, silent,

"you're awake?"

Young man who just got off the phone notices the man is awake and is a little surprised,

"Brother, let me tell you that you are doing well. What kind of river did you jump into? If something really happens, just grit your teeth and pass it. Brother, you are older than me, and you must have experienced more things than me... ..."