blue lotus

After getting out of the car, I went back to my hometown, Tongzi Town, where I had been away for ten years.

In my impression, this town is like an old well, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there is a big river outside the town.A hundred or so families are scattered at the foot of the mountain.Between the small town and the big river is an open plain with a large green paddy field.Rapeseed flowers bloom everywhere in spring, and the fruity fragrance wafts through the streets and alleys of the town in autumn.

It is said to be a town, but it is actually a village. Because it is far away from other villages and towns, our Tongzi Village has become an independent town. The village head is also the head of the town, leading a thousand people to make a fortune.

Across the river and three miles away, there is a big hillside called Miaozipo. Terraced fields have been reclaimed on the slope, and crops are grown in all seasons. They are the main source of food for the people in the town.There is a temple on the top of the slope, called Changshou Temple, which is said to have a history of more than 300 years.There is a tall banyan tree in front of the temple, which can be seen from the town far away.The branches and leaves are luxuriant, and the roots are all stuck in the river below the slope.In the years since New China was liberated, temples once served as schools, where adults and children received literacy education.After the reform and opening up, the state allocated funds to build a new school at the foot of Miaozipo, and Changshou Temple restored its original appearance. It was also heard that it was an ancient building in the early Qing Dynasty, so it was protected by the government and a well-educated An old monk with a white beard controls the gate of the temple.People in the town have to go to the temple to offer incense sticks for weddings and funerals, or invite old monks home to do Buddhist rituals and so on.After coming and going, Changshou Temple is famous far and wide, and many faithful men and women from other counties come here admiringly. Those who want to be promoted and get rich, pray for blessings and disasters, have stepped through the threshold.As time went on, the old banyan tree was covered with all kinds of red cloths, which looked beautiful floating in the wind one by one.

The old monk's Dharma name is Elder Wuchen, which is what people call him, but no one cares about his real name.There is an apprentice in his 30s beside him. The children in the town like to call him monk Huijue, and only adults respect him as "Master Huijue".Huijue heard that the old monk picked him up from the roadside for alms. At that time, he was less than one year old and had already contracted tuberculosis. Fortunately, under the careful care of the old monk, he finally survived. The Lord was merciful and allowed him to convert to Buddhism.

These old things, of course, were told to me by my grandmother when she was alive.

In today's Tongzi Town, there are two-story brick and wood buildings standing on the side of the street. Men with strange expressions come to us, dumbfounded, suffering from severe sleep deprivation, or sallow and emaciated, trying to show us their white faces. Dry smile lines emerged from Sensen's teeth.

This is your Uncle Shuan, and that is your Compaq. ． ． ． ． ．My dad introduced them to me one by one seriously, so I bit the bullet and politely called them hello uncle, hello uncle.In fact, I know that my dad has only one biological brother, and that is my Uncle Renjun.For some reason, he didn't come to town to meet us today.

"Mom, where is my Uncle Renjun?" I asked my mother in a low voice after those people passed by.

"He's at school. I've called him. I'm afraid he's coming soon." As soon as my mother finished speaking, a chubby middle-aged man with a smile on his face rushed towards him. He looked like he was in his 40s, and he was still following behind. A suave thirty-something man in uniform.I thought it was my uncle.I saw my dad hurried over two steps away, calling that dear, "Mayor Wang, are you going out again?" As he said that, he hugged the fat middle-aged man.

"I heard that your mother-in-law is gone?" Mayor Wang patted my dad on the shoulder, "Brother, everyone has this day, so let's express our condolences. I'll go to the county with my brother-in-law first, and we two will have a good time when we come back." Chat." After the mayor Wang finished speaking, he walked up a stone path with his brother-in-law, turned around the bamboo forest and disappeared.

My younger brother saw a group of children playing marbles on the side of the road, so he yelled at my mother, "I'll play for a while, and I'll go back after dinner."

"This son of a bitch, his brother just came back, he doesn't take good care of him, he knows how to play all day long, it's too shameful." Because my uncle was by my side, my father's tone of voice was much gentler, but in order to show the majesty of being a father, He picked up a cypress branch by the side of the road and wanted to chase after him and beat him.

I have been walking behind my uncle, wishing that my brother would be far away from me, so I pleaded with my brother happily, "Let him go. I have been away for a few days, and I am very happy to meet him and talk to him. good."

Uncle understood, smiled at my dad, and smoothed things over for me, "Kids love to play, let him go."

To be honest, in my heart, my uncle is far closer than my dad.After all, I have lived in my uncle's house for ten years. Although I lived in the school for three years when I was in junior high school, I went back to my grandmother's house every holiday.My uncle only has two daughters, so naturally he treats me very well, in the words of my grandmother, even closer than my own son.I heard from my mother that my uncle wanted to adopt me to their family, but my father refused to say anything, saying that my younger brother would not live up to the Ding family and would have to rely on me to support him until his death.No way, my uncle had to recognize me as his godson.Ever since I was sensible, I have always called him dad, but I can't call him that in front of my dad these days, or else, it would be strange if my dad didn't eat me because of his vicious temper.

Walked into my yard without knowing it.Unexpectedly, my house also built a small two-story attic, with ceramic tiles on the outside walls and carved beams and painted buildings on the front eaves. It is magnificent and more beautiful than my uncle's house.

"Your village has developed so fast in the past few years, and every household has moved abroad." The uncle looked around the whole town with his glasses on, and asked suspiciously, "What kind of wealth is it?"

"Agriculture takes the lead, business fills the stomach. This is the catchphrase of Mayor Wang." My father has always spoken in a rough and unreasonable manner. In front of his uncle, a farmer entrepreneur who has drunk ink, he also wants to show his prestige in front of his son. Pretend to be an unfathomable Zhuge Liang, making his round face covered with black beards look a bit cute and childish, which stunned me, alas, poor father ah.

My mother took out the key and was about to open the door when a speeding motorcycle stopped abruptly at the gate of the courtyard. The bamboo basket in the back seat of the car was filled with chicken, duck, fish and green vegetables.I looked up, and the first thing I saw was a big man with a broad back. He took off his helmet, turned around and smiled at us, "They're all back? Brother, help me unload the vegetables. Brother Yang, Xiao Lei, I haven't seen you for several years, haha." Those eyes smiled, their spirits were high, and the brows were full of heroism.Could it be that he is my Uncle Renjun?