At night, Wang Haiyang stood on the slope, looking down at the few lights like morning stars in the ravine. Compared with the old village, this village was really too poor. He looked back at Xiaoyu's home. Except for the main house, it was

Outside the brick building, there are two dilapidated mud houses next to them. The shocking cracks on the walls make people feel that the houses will collapse at any time.

Rumeng had been there for more than an hour, and I didn't know what she was talking about with the old man. When they entered, the skinny old man's eyes were filled with the light of life, and he held Rumeng's hand tightly.

On the way, Wang Haiyang learned from the villagers that the old man's surname was Song, and his wife had been dead for many years. He raised his two sons alone. As a result, the eldest son died in an accident when he was eighteen years old. She was heartbroken.

From then on, he believed in Buddhism. Later, the younger son finally got married, but the good times did not last long. After giving birth to Xiaoyu, the old man

My mother-in-law thought he was too poor, so she eloped with someone else. The poor man went to look for her while working in other places, but in recent years, he has lost contact with his family, and he doesn’t know whether he is dead or alive. This is the only one left in the family.

The two depended on each other for life. Unexpectedly, a few days ago, the old man suddenly fainted. When he went to the hospital for examination, it was found that he had advanced liver cancer.

After experiencing the separation of his parents and his wife, Wang Haiyang could no longer bear such a scene. Is there anything more cruel in the world than separation of life and death? Watching a loved one take his last breath, that heart-breaking pain

The feeling was beyond words. At this moment, he felt his vulnerability again and walked out silently.

There were footsteps behind him. Wang Haiyang turned around and saw Xiaoyu walking up to him holding a bowl. "Brother, there is nothing to eat at home. I cooked a bowl of egg noodles for you. Eat it quickly." The man from the nunnery

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"Be good, brother, you're not hungry. You can eat it yourself."

"Brother, you can eat. You must be hungry after coming all the way. I've already eaten."

"Thank you then." Wang Haiyang took the bowl and took a bite. There was nothing in it except a little bit of salt. "Brother, I'm running out of gas at home, so it might not taste good."

"It's okay, it's okay, it's delicious." Wang Haiyang ate and felt that his vision became blurred. How many people are there in this world who are as poor as Xiaoyu and the others, but there is nothing he can do. At this moment, he also

I feel my own vulnerability.

"Xiaoyu, have you studied?"

"Only went to elementary school."

"Do you still want to study?"

"Well, but my family doesn't have any money." The little girl lowered her head in embarrassment and rubbed her clothes with both hands.

"If your grandma dies, who will take care of you?"

"I have no idea."

"Are there any other relatives in the village?"

"No more." At this point, the little girl's eyes were filled with tears, and suddenly she fell to her knees on the ground, "Brother, you and Sister Shitai will take me away. I am willing to go to the temple with you."

Be a nun."

"Xiaoyu, being a nun is not that fun." Wang Haiyang quickly helped her up.

"I can work, as long as I have food to eat." Xiaoyu said with tears in her eyes.

"Xiaoyu, this brother and sister can't make the decision."

"Oh, oh, please take me away, I beg you."

At this moment, Rumeng walked out of the house.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

"She wants to be a nun." Wang Haiyang said. Male security guard at the nunnery 167

"Really, Xiaoyu, you want to be a nun?"

Xiaoyu nodded, "Sister Shitai, you are all good people. Please take me away. I can work. I can start working at a certain age."

"Rumeng, how is the old man doing?"

"She fell asleep. I saw that she was in good spirits. She begged me to let me take care of Xiaoyu."

"She may be having a comeback." Wang Haiyang said thoughtfully, "Xiaoyu is so pitiful, how will she live alone in the future?"

"According to your opinion, do you also agree with her becoming a nun?"

"You don't have to be a nun. You can live in the temple first. Aren't there a few orphans in the temple? Rather than letting her stay alone in the village, she might as well come with us. Why don't you give Abbot Jingkong a massage?

Why don’t you call her and ask her for her opinion?”

"You have such a kind heart, I think so too. Hey, did you cry just now?" She saw some tears on the man's face.

"No, maybe sand got into his eyes just now." Wang Haiyang covered it up and quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Don't wipe it with your hands, I'll give you a handkerchief." Ru Meng didn't say anything, and took out a white handkerchief and handed it to him. Unexpectedly, such a tough-looking man had a heart of a Bodhisattva.

"Thank you." Wang Haiyang took it over, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number of Qing Kong. Now he bought them a mobile phone, which is really convenient.

After the call went through, he handed the phone to Rumeng.

Rumeng took the phone and turned around and walked aside. Wang Haiyang wiped his eyes and put the handkerchief into his pocket.

"Xiaoyu, go and cook a bowl of noodles for Sister Tai."

"Yeah." Xiaoyu ran into the house.

"How's it going?" After a few minutes, Wang Haiyang asked when Rumeng hung up the phone.

"The abbot said that if the old man has this intention and Xiaoyu herself is willing to do so, she will ask the village chief to write a written certificate that the temple can take Xiaoyu in. It is up to her to decide whether she wants to become a monk or not in the future."

"That's great. I knew the abbot would take her in. As the saying goes, 'Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda!'" Wang Haiyang was excited for a moment. When Rumeng returned the phone to him, he held her hand.

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"Amitabha, Wang Baoan, your hands." Ru Meng was embarrassed and reminded softly.

"Hey, I'm sorry." Wang Haiyang quickly let go, "By the way, what did you talk to the old man about?"

"Well, the old woman thinks that she has committed sins in her previous life, so she has suffered so much in this life. She hopes that the Bodhisattva can forgive her sins and live a better life in the next life."

"Regardless of whether it's true or not, I hope so." Wang Haiyang looked at the gray sky and said thoughtfully. If there really is a god, he hopes that the beautiful woman in front of him does not have to accompany the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng and can live a happy life.
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