MTL - After Rebirth, the Buddha-like Star Is a Medical Expert-Chapter 59 Candle Lights (two more)

  Chapter 59 Candles Ever Bright (two more)

   The midsummer heavy rain wets the boy's sky.

   Shi Tingsong's passing away, for Shi's family, is like the passing away of a little tabby cat in the garden.

   Only the young man who had just lost his father fell silent and did not go out for three days at home.

   He took out a photo of his father from his father's belongings, carefully placed it in a photo frame, and placed it in his father's empty room.

   He set up a simple incense table for him. In front of the incense table was a brass incense burner, and candles were lit on both sides of the incense burner.

   Candles are burning.

   After Shi Tingsong died, no one came in his room, and the workers at home didn't dare to go in and clean up these days.

   just made it convenient for the young man to act.

   Shi Mochizuki lighted incense for his father, then sat cross-legged in front of the incense table and concentrated on reciting the "Rebirth Mantra".

Sister    said: "If it reaches 200,000 times, that is, the bud of Bodhi. 300,000 times. It won't take a long time to see Amitabha Buddha."

   He is going to read it a million times for Dad.

  It doesn't matter if there is no one in the family to pay homage to Dad. He can recite scriptures and be vegetarian to help Dad through the forty-nine days, and remember to pay tribute to him on New Years and festivals in the future.

  …

   A few days later, the teenager stepped on the morning light and went to school with a schoolbag on his back.

In the cool morning breeze, he was wearing black earphones, and a woman's soft coquettish voice came from the earphones: "I'm really afraid of death these days, I can't sleep well every day, and I always think of the fool before he died. ,terrible."

   "What are you afraid of? People die like lights go out, you are just too soft-hearted." The unfamiliar male voice was thoughtful and affectionate.

"I'm worried. When the fool was still there, although he was a fool and was useless, he was still a person. Now that he has left, I panic in my heart, and I don't know how to live in the future. Shi Jia Those gangs are cold-hearted and cold-hearted, and they don't know how to treat our mother and son in the future..." Speaking of which, the woman burst into tears.

   "Okay, okay, of course it will only get better in the future, don't you have me?"

   "Go away, I'm annoying now, you still think about it..."

   Then there was the sound of a woman and a man half-pushing, and the sound of undressing.

  The teenager quickly turns off the phone.

   He couldn't breathe a little, so he stopped to support the tree by the roadside, covered his chest and coughed a few times before suppressing the nausea that was churning in his stomach.

   The heavy breathing faded, the young man smiled softly, and the morning light shone through the mottled tree shadows on his pale face.

   It was clear that the sky was clear and the day was clear, and the young man had a pale face, but he was cold and cruel like a ghost from the underworld.

   He leaned against the tree, closed his eyes tightly, and took a long time to breathe evenly.

   He has no father, no mother, and no home.

  He is alone.

   He was alone.

   He thought that if he didn't say anything, his mother would still be his mother. No matter how much she disliked his father, he was still the one who gave birth to him and raised him, his father's wife, who would go home and stay by his father's side.

   Dad doesn't know anything anyway, so let him continue to live happily and ignorantly, he only needs a complete home.

As long as his mother can stay by their side in peace, he can pretend that all of what she did did not happen, and read the grace of her giving birth to him, raising him, and taking care of his father. In the end, let her not be left alone...

  But, now…

   He couldn't restrain the anger and violence that kept growing in his heart. He didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore, it was disgusting.

   Not pushing her to the grave and burying her with Dad was his last mercy.

  Since the family is gone and the father is gone, he doesn’t need the mother anymore.

  Everything is ridiculous, everything is meaningless.

   "Thank you for your ruthlessness, let me die for you."

  2012, July 10, night, Weibo.

   "A person who likes ordinary people" posted his first Weibo post in his life after registering on Weibo for more than a year:

   Three candles in a row, neatly arranged.

  …

  Ning Youguang sat in the seat, and when he saw the young man walk into the classroom, his heart skipped a beat, and a heavy worry flashed past.

  The teenager lost more than ten pounds in a few days. He was thin before, and now he is even thinner like a walking skeleton frame, expressionless and indifferent.

   Before, although he didn't like to talk, he would still respond when his classmates greeted him.

  Today, he lowered his head all the way to his seat, passed by his classmates, let alone greeted them. Seeing that his classmates were spontaneously quiet, they dared not speak out.

  The boy is like a strong wind from the South Pole, whistling coldly like a lost child.

Fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys and girls are smart enough to see that something must have happened at home during the few days when Shi Mochizuki asked for leave and didn't come to school, otherwise he wouldn't be so thin, and his whole body was filled with deep despair. breath.

   "Mochizuki." Youguang called the boy softly after he sat down.

  Mochizuki turned his head and looked at the girl next to him, his eyes were bloodshot, and his dark circles were comparable to that of a giant panda.

"Have you had your breakfast?"

  The boy shook his head silently.

   "I have soy milk here, do you want to drink it?" She handed over the soy milk with a straw that she had just prepared to drink by herself.

Although the students next to    didn't know what happened to Shi Mochizuki, but with Ning Youguang's voice, it seemed that the power button was pressed, and they started to move.

   "Shi Mochizuki, I have bread here for you."

   "I have corn sausages here."

   "I have instant noodles here."

   "I have a lollipop..."

   Within minutes, the boy's empty desk was filled with various snacks.

   Usually, such a thing would never happen to him.

   Shi Mochizuki raised his head, his complex eyes swept across the youthful and cautious faces around him, then he lowered his head and said, "Thank you."

   That thank you was very light, very light, but the students around me who had a good ear still heard it.

   "Thank you, it's just a pack of instant noodles." The youth with pimples on his face touched his head.

   "Yeah, eat quickly, eat more, class is about to start."

   "It's not enough. I still have it here."

   After eating the breakfast handed by his classmates, the boy started to sleep on the desk. He slept deeply until the class bell rang and the teacher came into the classroom, but he didn't wake up. 1314

   Dead or Alive

   (end of this chapter)