From teaching to superstar

Chapter 473

After the banquet was over, Guan Bo personally sent Hu Yang back to the hotel, and even told Hu Yang that the big leader wanted to see him.

But Hu Yang refused.

He also has his own reasons, that is, he hopes to meet with the big leaders after the successful completion of the "Snow Area Farming and Pastoral Area Boarding Students Charity Subsidy Program".

This can be regarded as a meeting gift for him.

Guan Bo relayed Hu Yang's words to the big leader.

After thinking for a while, he agreed to Hu Yang, and at the same time ordered Guan Bo to do a good job in the logistics of the Poplar Education Charity Foundation. There should be no mistakes, otherwise he would be the only one to ask.

Knowing that the higher authorities attach so much importance to Populus euphratica, Guan Bo became more enthusiastic about Populus euphratica.

At the same time, I was secretly glad that I didn't put on airs and sent Populus euphratica to the hotel in person.

"Director Guan, goodbye, be careful on the way back, don't drive too fast." Hu Yang said to Guan Bo after getting out of the car, and then told the driver to drive more slowly.

"Mr. Hu, goodbye!" Guan Bo said with a smile.

After watching the car leave, Hu Yangcai and Zheng Jie turned and entered the hotel.

Although the banquet tonight made him very tired, the harvest was slow.

It was officially recognized by the snow area, and it also received support from all walks of life at the banquet.

These are what Populus euphratica and Poplar Educational Charity Foundation need.

"Chairman, I have gained a lot today." Zheng Jie said with a smile.

Hu Yang smiled and nodded.

Then he said to Xie Yu on the other side: "It's quite late today, there is nothing urgent, let's talk about it tomorrow."

He feels quite tired now. First of all, he didn't sleep well yesterday, and today was a rough and tiring day, and he drank a lot of wine at night.

Although I slept for a while in the afternoon, it was not very important.

Hearing what Hu Yang said, Xie Yu certainly had no objection.

He saw Hu Yang's tiredness that could not be concealed on his face, so naturally he would not bother Hu Yang at this time.

After chatting for a few more words, they each went back to their rooms.

After washing off the smell of alcohol and fatigue, Hu Yang lay on the bed to rest.

But for some reason, he felt very tired, but couldn't fall asleep anyway, tossing and turning on the bed.

Finally, I couldn't help getting up, standing by the window, looking at the brightly lit Potala not far away.

There was a faint sound of economics.

In the square, I could still vaguely see a few people walking around, probably people who came here to play and take pictures.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and in the halo formed by the light shining on the glass, Hu Yang seemed to see two young men and women in black down jackets walking on the Potala Square holding hands.

But when he wanted to see clearly, his eyes were focused, but he realized that what he saw just now was just an illusion.

Sighing in my heart, I stood in front of the window for a few minutes.

Turning back to the bed, slowly closing his eyes.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning fell on Populus euphratica's peaceful face through the window, he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the very close and red sun, I stretched and got up from the bed.

Walking to the window, I moved some stiff muscles and bones.

Except for a few pilgrims who came to kowtow early in the Potala Square, only troops were left quietly guarding.

After washing up and having breakfast, Hu Yang walked to Potala alone.

Although it is not yet time to open it to tourists, he can go in.

Besides, he didn't come here to play, but to meet an old lama and listen to the explanation of the classics.

Hu Yang and the other party knew each other seven years ago, and met him when he was in the most painful time.

I also practiced with the other party in Potala for a period of time, but unfortunately it didn't have much effect.

In layman's terms, the six roots of Populus euphratica are not purified and cannot enter Buddhism.

Through a small door, Hu Yang came to a somewhat dark hall.

"The Dalai Lama!" Hu Yang walked up to him and saluted him respectfully with the unique etiquette of Tibetan Buddhism.

"You're here." He nodded slightly to Populus euphratica.

He motioned for him to sit down, while he continued his morning class.

Hu Yang did not sit with him, but quietly sat beside him and listened quietly.

His rhythmic and sensual chanting sound came from his ears.

The sound of Jinglun can gradually calm people's impetuous heart, giving them a sense of emptiness.

For some reason, a very famous poem from the previous life resounded in Hu Yang's heart [Which Life]

[On that day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the Sutra Hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting]

[In that month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for extension, just to touch your fingertips]

[In that year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not to see you, but to hug your warmth]

[In that life, I turned mountains and rivers and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way]

[At that moment, I ascended to become a fairy, not for longevity, but for keeping you happy and safe]

Perhaps, this is why the Dalai Lama said that his six faculties are not pure.

Because he didn't come here for salvation, nor for audience, nor for cultivating the afterlife, he just wants you to be safe and happy.

Pure and impure purpose.

In the sound of Jinglun, Hu Yang's somewhat vague appearance appeared in her mind, as if she was faintly visible in the fragrant mist.

However, his longing was unattainable, so he could only look at her with longing eyes, not daring to make the slightest movement, for fear of disturbing her.

I just pray that she can look at me, just one look.

Unfortunately, this has become a desire.

"You can read it but you can't get it, and what you can get is not what you want to read. This is a good relationship or a bad relationship." The Dalai Lama looked at the painful-looking Populus euphratica with kind eyes and whispered softly.

Seven years ago, I realized it in the snow in order to pursue a higher realm.

It is true that he understood it thoroughly, but it also made him feel the end of his life. It was Hu Yang who rescued him.

Therefore, the two formed an indissoluble bond.

Seeing that Populus euphratica was in extreme pain at that time, I hoped to help him, so I took him back to Potala.

It's a pity that Hu Yang couldn't let it go, and left here and returned to the small village when school was about to start.

Now that so many years have passed, the Dalai Lama found that the yearning in Hu Yang's heart was even worse.

The pain of not being able to let go but not being able to get it is beyond comprehension for ordinary people.

"The Dalai Lama, what I'm thinking is what I'm thinking, if you can't let it go, why should you let it go? At the beginning, you didn't even want to die in order to understand the higher Dharma, so what's the matter with me, isn't it?" Hu Yang said with a smile on his face. With a trace of pain.

He nodded lightly, agreeing with Hu Yang's statement.

Since the first time he failed to persuade Hu Yang to let go, he never tried to persuade him again.

Let go, it's not that simple.

"I'll recite a scripture for you." After finishing speaking, he started to read without waiting for Hu Yang to agree.

This time, Hu Yang heard a different feeling in the Jinglun sound.

His sad and depressed mood seemed to improve a little.

Maybe it's not because of Jinglun's voice, but his own psychological effect is also possible.

But anyway, at least it's a lot better.

(End of this chapter)