Thousand Faces Buddha Physician

Some partings are never to be seen, such as death...

The gray sky is a bit depressing, the autumn rain is not heavy but very dense, and the small body is squatting on the ground with hands embracing knees.In front of him was a new grave, with five large characters engraved on the blue tombstone: "Tomb of Wu Wenxin."

The engraving on it is a bit immature, and it can be seen that it was not engraved by an old craftsman. This is the only one that took two days to carve bit by bit.

The clothes on his body were already wet by the rain, the chill invaded, and the wind blew past, he couldn't help shivering.The frozen little hand stretched out and gently traced the name on the tombstone.

"Mother, I will accompany you here today. Tomorrow I will go up the mountain to gather some medicine, and I will come to accompany you later."

The soft and waxy child's voice is unbelievably gentle, and the slowly flowing tone is like a soft hymn in a church.

The only one stood up with some difficulty, squatting for too long, coupled with the erosion of the autumn rain, his body was frozen stiff.

Leaving step by step, the red leaves flying all over the sky and the hazy rain interweave behind him to form a picture scroll of sorrow.

The only home was at the foot of the mountain. When he came out of the mountain, the sky was already dark, and the roofs of many houses were filled with smoke. He looked at the thatched hut he lived in, with a quiet chimney, and no one was there.

Desolation arose in my heart. In this life, the only family member left, and from now on, I was the only one left in the world.

The woman who smiled softly, called him home for dinner, and sewed clothes for him under the lamp, left nothing but grudges and left with the wind...

The rain hit his eyes, he closed his eyes and looked up, but more water flowed from the trembling eyelashes.

The dusty memories were opened little by little, obviously it was only seven years later, but those things in the previous life, when recalled again, seemed to have been baptized for a hundred years.

It was a family of traditional Chinese medicine with a long history, passed down through nine generations, but it was a pity that it failed to escape the great Cultural Revolution.When a group of guards who were as fierce as bandits rushed into the house, the son and daughter-in-law splashed blood on the spot to keep the precious medical books, leaving the widowed old man and the grandson who just turned one year old.

After 15 years of homelessness and 15 years of dependence, the old man taught his grandson what he had learned all his life, and passed away suddenly.

Then, he donated the Zhenjia medical book in exchange for a study qualification to a world-renowned medical school.Five years of study in prestigious schools, more than ten years of career as a doctor.He overcame countless medical problems and saved countless lives, but he couldn't save his closest relatives.No matter in the previous life or in this life, I can only watch helplessly, watching them gradually become haggard because of missing their belts.

He said: "Son, I'm sorry, grandpa went to find your grandma and your parents, don't be sad, we will bless you in heaven."

She said: "Only, I'm sorry, mother is really too tired, I'm sorry..."

They all said sorry to him, and he was the one left behind.

They all left him because he was not the most important person in their hearts.

He doesn't blame, he doesn't complain, he just feels sad...

Whenever he can meet such a person, he can be put on the tip of his heart.

five years later—

Under the huge maple trees, beautiful flowers dotted the tombs, and on the verdant leaves, round dewdrops glistened in the morning light.

Only one walked slowly on the soft grass.Overnight, there was another layer of fallen leaves on the ground, so I picked up the fallen leaves, arranged the melons and fruits, and lit incense candles.

"Mother." The young man knelt in front of the grave, his elegant voice was like a poem and a song.

"The baby is leaving."

He knelt down deeply and bid farewell solemnly. He didn't know if such a choice was right or not. He was used to the peace and contentment in the mountains, whether he could still adapt to the chaotic and noisy outside, but he didn't want to leave any regrets in his heart.

"Mother, you always say 'the only thing you want is happiness'."

but--

"What is happiness?" The little child raised his head, and in the backlight, he could only see the bright eyes of a woman yearning for him.

"Happiness, happiness is being loved by someone."

Happiness is someone loves you, but you who love the only one leave the only one.

"The child wants to find someone, that person will fill his heart with the child, and it will remain the same throughout his life."

A lifetime is not long, but a hundred years. You don’t need to love me for 1 years, you only need to love me for 100 years. If you can’t last a hundred years, I don’t know. What else can I believe in forever?