2006: School beauty loves me again

Ten minutes after the incident happened, the whole country was notified.

Within an hour of the incident, the whole world was in an uproar.

In the third hour, 92 companies released donation details.

FLY Group donated 190.5 million in cash, temporarily ranking second on the list.

The Future Charity Foundation emptied 7% of its fund pool and provided unconditional assistance in cash and materials, with a total amount of no less than million. It was the first non-governmental organization to respond and received numerous likes.

At the fourth hour, it gets dark.

The spring in Binhai is very short. As May Day approaches, the temperature rises to above 10 degrees. When the evening breeze blows, fallen flowers bloom in colorful colors.

Downstairs in the Binhai University Library, there is a row of stemmed crabapples, their pale red petals swaying under the street lights.

Shen Ningfei secretly bought a dress a few days ago, which was also light red. It was the first dress she bought for herself. She originally wanted to wait for Fangyuan to come back and wear it at home to show him.

After the professional class in the afternoon, she had been walking around the campus for more than two hours in a daze.

When Lu Xi called, she only said that she had something to do. Now, she didn't want to see anyone because she was afraid that her worries would be seen out.

The bag was slung across his body, the phone was in his hand, and his eyes were dull.

Without a coat, the white sweater on his upper body could not withstand the cold and humid sea breeze, but Shen Ningfei felt that the chill did not come from outside.

She was one of the insiders about Fangyuan's whereabouts, and she also knew who else was in Daliang Mountain.

While filming the video in Yanjing, she met every girl in the top ten.

The gentle and generous Qin Wanyu, the pure and lovely Liu Su, and the coquettish and beautiful Lin Lingshan.

She also knew the origins of these three people.

The girls' mutual curiosity and the knowing glances... She's not stupid.

She heard about Lin Lingshan's plan to go to Daliang Mountain to collect folklore behind the scenes.

Who is Chen Wan, who is Li Li, who is Li Xiang, who is Chu Chu...

Chen Hua's words that night still lingered in her mind, and she decided not to ask about the few days they spent together before they separated.

But when she came back from Yanjing, she couldn't help but think in her heart, besides who they were, there was also...who am I?

These days, Fangyuan would contact her at least once a day. She didn't ask anything, just asked him to take care of himself.

Feeling wronged? Aggrieved.

He likes so many people, and like so many others, she only likes him.

More than three hours ago, some students playing with mobile phones in class were surprised and shouted out the news that was rapidly spreading across the Internet.

Daliang Mountain is the hardest hit area.

Shen Ningfei ran out of the classroom and kept calling Fangyuan, but couldn't get through.

She persuaded herself that the signal tower had collapsed and it was normal for her to be unable to get through. Such a large area was completely out of contact. This was what the news said.

But...he should have a satellite phone, right?

She didn't know who to look for, who could contact him.

When she was in Yanjing, no one exchanged contact information with her.

She wanted to call FLY Group officials, but who should she ask?

Ask Chen Wan?

Chen Wan is a big shot, will anyone in the company help him contact her?

Unknowingly, I walked to the beach and sat on the bench. In front of me was the inky black sea, and I couldn't see anything.

But there was the sound of wind, the sound of waves, and the chatter and laughter of lovers sitting on other chairs.

Those people are talking about this natural disaster that has not happened in decades.

Lu Xi called again, and Shen Ningfei didn't know where to hide.

"I... live in the food court. I won't go back to the dormitory tonight."

She said this, hung up the phone, and really got up and walked outside the school.

At the gate, I met He Zi.

The two women looked at each other and said nothing. He Zi silently followed Shen Ningfei back to the 60-square-meter cabin.

The furnishings in the house have not changed, and the fresh lisianthus was bought by Shen Ningfei when she came to clean the house the day before yesterday.

After pouring hot water for He Zi, Shen Ningfei sat quietly aside.

"The plane he just took went to Guizhou." He Zi said.

Shen Ningfei nodded, and He Zi added: "The airport in Sichuan and Sichuan is closed, so we have to go there."

Holding the hot water cup, Shen Ningfei said after a while: "You also have to tell Brother Zou to pay attention to safety."

He Zi said "Yeah" and the room fell silent again.

After a long time, she held Shen Ningfei's hand and said softly: "Chen Wan contacted Zou An and asked him to tell you... Don't worry, Fangyuan's satellite phone will notify you as soon as possible."

Shen Ningfei looked at her and let out a long sigh.

Well, once, twice and for the third time, Shen Ningfei finally understood the meaning of Chen Wan's alienation from her closeness.

She asked He Zi: "Did you confess to him?"

He Zi shook her head and smiled. Shen Ningfei could see that she was bright from the bottom of her heart and had gained the happiness of love.

That kind of expression couldn't be concealed. Even if she knew that He Zi didn't mean to appear happy in front of her, she couldn't hide it.

"Confess?" He Zi smiled and said, "Tacitly is probably more accurate."

"That's fine. If the result is good, that's fine."

He Zi could hear the loneliness in her tone and advised: "You are his public girlfriend, that's all..."

Shen Ningfei stopped her words, stood up, returned to the bedroom, and took out the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra" that had been on the bedside table.

Sitting back on the sofa, she shook her head slightly at He Zi, opened the scripture for the second time, and said with a smile: "I just hope he is safe."

After a long, long time, she suddenly asked He Zi: "Will the satellite phone run out of power? There is no power there..."

He Zi said: "It's possible."

-

Fangyuan could hear the ringtone of the satellite phone, which was a very ancient sixteenth-chord ring, ringing not far from his ears.

But he couldn't reach it because he couldn't move.

Being knocked back to reality by a certain peacock, when he opened his eyes it was pitch black.

The smell of dust and earth, the smell of fishy smell.

Houses collapsed and sewers burst.

After half a minute, I felt numbness in my legs, arms, and waist.

There was a hot feeling on my face, my tongue could move, and I licked it, and there was blood.

Fangyuan was very happy, she was still alive, she could still feel pain and smell, which was really good.

After a while, the tinnitus disappeared and he heard the sound of dripping water.

After gradually adapting to the darkness, he could vaguely see the broken gypsum boards and bricks piled up in front of him.

After thinking about it, he wanted to laugh. Fortunately, the guest rooms in the temple are not reinforced concrete structures, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

His hands and feet were pinned down, and he couldn't pull them out even after a lot of effort, so he didn't dare to move.

There were faint cries outside, and he could distinguish the voice of a little fox among them. He wanted to open his mouth, but his throat was burning and he couldn't scream.

After learning about disaster relief for a long time, he calmed down. The most important thing now is to regain his strength.

After thinking about it, he put his face on half of the bricks and stopped exerting any force.

This kind of environment can easily make people fear, but he is not afraid, and even thinks a lot about it.

Thinking of the previous dream, he felt a little ridiculous.

Chen Xiaowan and others didn't say anything, their ending in the dream was quite reasonable, but what happened to the stupid wife?

How could she become a monk? ? so funny.

And then…April 4…

20 days ahead of schedule…

At this moment, Fangyuan was sure of one thing, this was not rebirth, but time travel, a parallel world, it must be. April 4, in 22 days, it will be two years since I came back.

This is so sci-fi.

In his wild thoughts, he suddenly wanted to meet someone. This was too science fiction.

The satellite phone is still ringing.

People outside must be very anxious, right?

Chen Xiaowan should have read the tips bag, right?

The stupid wife must have guessed the relationship between Chen Wan and herself, right?

Hmm...will I get beaten if I go out?

After an unknown amount of time, Fangyuan tried to shout.

There was very little sound in the ruins piled with sand and stones, but the crying outside was very loud. He shouted many times and finally heard He Yan shouting outside.

"Quiet! Quiet!! I hear his voice!"

Fangyuan continued to shout: "Help~~Help~~"

He Yan's voice came: "Really! I heard it! Fangyuan, you insist..."

Lin Lingshan's voice interrupted him: "Fang Yuan! You hold on, we are moving little by little..."

“Okay~~~”

Every five minutes, he would make a sound to let people know that he was still alive.

The people outside were digging very slowly and moving the gravel bit by bit, fearing a second collapse.

In four hours, the aftermath hit sixteen times, making Fang Yuan and everyone even more frightened.

-

The candles were dim, but dozens of them placed together could still illuminate the dilapidated Main Hall.

Monk Su Yuan's bald head was smashed, but fortunately the wound was not big. His face was covered in blood, and he looked more like a demon than a Buddha.

The five-meter-high Buddha statue lies on its side on the ground, and the great monk sits cross-legged in the middle, closing his eyes and chanting sutras.

What he recited was "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra".

There are less than ten novice monks in the small temple. Four have been dug out, three are fine, and the remaining two have not been dug out.

Injured people in the village kept coming to the empty temple to take shelter. After reciting sutras, the old monk joined Lin Lingshan, He Yan and others to rescue people.

Fangyuan's security team had a lot of injuries, and they were all dug out. There were many injuries, but no one died. It's good to be in good physical shape.

Those who were not injured were all trying to rescue him. An old woman was making porridge and handed Fangyuan a small half bowl. There was more water than rice and it was very fragrant.

Leaning against the pillars of the main hall, Fang Yuan lay crookedly on one side, with his feet pushing on the Buddha's half-broken palm.

Four wild dogs lay beside him, seven or eight kittens in the corner, and a fawn with a broken leg slept in the shadows.

Outside the broken door, wild animals such as wild deer and weasels strolled past from time to time.

At the very edge of the wall, there were several nests of little mice scurrying around.

Man and nature live in harmony, and the Buddha's solemn Dharma appears kind-hearted in the candlelight.

Lin Lingshan ran in from outside, her clothes were covered with dirt and dust, her little face was dirty, and her hair stuck to it.

Squatting next to Fangyuan, she narrowed her eyes and smiled. She quietly took out a country boy egg from her pocket, opened the package and handed it to Fangyuan's mouth.

Fangyuan saw that her finger was torn, stained with soil and bleeding. She felt distressed and wanted to raise her hand to touch it, but her arm was wrapped in tattered clothes that she had picked up somewhere. It hurt when she moved it, so she put down the porridge bowl and used something else that was not serious. A hand came up to help him.

"Does it hurt?"

Lin Lingshan laughed and shook her head, then handed the egg over again.

Fangyuan took it, took a bite and fed it to her mouth.

The little fox took a small bite, gently poked Fang Yuan's injured left leg, then moved it little by little to the center and flicked it.

She snorted playfully and said, "I'm going to rescue someone. I'll see if I can pick up quilts and clothes tonight, and then I can use them to cushion you."

After saying that, he stood up and ran away again.

After finishing the porridge and making the fragrant hillbilly eggs, Fangyuan lay down and stared at the thick beams on the roof of the hall.

After a while, He Yan walked in and handed him a piece of ham.

Fangyuan smiled, "Where did you pick it up?"

He Yan's face should be scary in this environment, but... it wasn't. She curled her lips and said that Lin Lingshan picked it up.

Fangyuan shook his head, "Give it to the old lady who cooks it. Put it in the porridge and everyone can eat it."

He Yan said: "Monks can't eat it."

Fangyuan said: "Yes."

The red candle shed tears, and when it was half burned, the great monk Su Yuan came back, sat cross-legged on the ground and chanted sutras with his hands folded.

It’s still the original scripture.

Fangyuan saw some blood stains on his hands, and listened to the Buddhist scriptures with an accent, feeling very peaceful in his heart.

After the old monk finished reciting the sutra, he stood up and prepared to continue rescuing people. Fangyuan went to call him gently.

He asked the old monk, "I also read this sutra at home, but I still don't understand what it means. Can you just tell me a little bit? Can you think of it as popularizing Buddhism?"

The old monk stared at the injured Fang Yuan, thought for a while, walked over and sat cross-legged in front of him.

"Do you know who Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is?"

Fangyuan could smell the smell of earth, blood, and sweat on the old monk's body. He coughed lightly and nodded, then raised his hand slightly and showed off the bodhi seed bracelet on his wrist.

"My wife begged me for this in Jiuhua Mountain."

The old monk looked at it and asked, "How much does it cost?"

"Three thousand."

The old monk said: "We have some here too, thirty."

Fangyuan said, "How about you tell us about Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

The old monk said: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has been a filial daughter for countless kalpas in the past, named Guangmu. His mother liked to eat fish roe during her lifetime and committed a very serious crime of killing. Guangmu knows that her mother will fall into the evil path after death. Please enter the samadhi and observe. , it turns out that her mother is in hell and suffering great suffering. Guangmu Nu dedicated herself to reciting the Buddha's name, making respectful offerings, and with the power of sincerity and filial piety, she rescued her mother from the suffering of hell."

Fangyuan asked: "Are Bodhisattvas divided into men and women?"

The old monk didn't want to explain any more, so he shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter."

Fangyuan asked: "Will eating fish roe mean you will fall into the lower realms?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "No."

Fangyuan said: "You seem to be perfunctory with me."

The old monk asked him: "Will you donate money this time?"

Fangyuan said: "I donated more than one billion."

The old monk smiled and explained Buddhism in detail to Fang Yuan before leaving.

Before going to bed, he felt cold, so he called over a big yellow dog, hugged the dog and fell asleep happily.

In the dream, the nagging voice of the old monk was still there.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is very busy with work every day and has to enter the Ganges River to meditate in the sand early in the morning.

From the moment of concentration, it spreads throughout the Buddha lands of the ten directions, accomplishing all the sentient beings it transforms, and doing whatever it needs to do, benefiting peace and happiness.

Then, with the power of concentration, we can eliminate the tribulations of swords and soldiers, make all sentient beings compassionate to each other, eliminate the tribulations of epidemics and diseases, eliminate the tribulations of famine and famine, and benefit all sentient beings in peace and happiness.

Finally, we must make the vow of great compassion and vow to save all sentient beings.

Although his merits, virtues, and wisdom are equal to those of the Buddha, he does not appear in the body of a Buddha, but always appears in the body of a Bodhisattva to save and liberate sentient beings in the worlds of the ten directions.

The old monk said: "The Lankavatara Sutra notes: There is a Bodhisattva of Great Compassion who will never become a Buddha." (End of this chapter)