The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

"Huh?" Lu Hui looked at Fang Zheng in astonishment. There were reports of cause and effect, and he could not be albino. So, this monk came to their house with a purpose?

Fang Zheng smiled and looked at Lu Zheng's room and said, "The poor monk is downstairs and sees a pair of eyes full of longing, but deep in those eyes is despair. Donor, the master who can talk to the poor monk What? "

Lu Hui froze again, then fell into silence.

The Founder waited quietly without urging.

After a while, Lu Hui didn't say anything. At this time, Su Yun delivered all the dishes, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Master, you eat first, I'll go and deliver the meal to the children."

After speaking, Su Yun took a bowl filled with rice and vegetables and went into Lu Zheng's room.

The Founder looked over and saw that the room was dark and the curtains were not open, and the rest could not be seen because the door was closed.

Just then, Fang Zheng heard a low voice: "My son Lu Zheng is inside. We call him Xiao Zheng. This child has loved playing basketball since he was a child. Unfortunately ... a leg was hit in a car accident before. Then, he couldn't stand up. The doctor said that there was still hope of standing up, but it was very slim. He was very depressed, and locked himself in the room every day, no one saw him.

From that day on, he had hardly been angry or smiled. The whole person seemed to have lost his soul and would not think. I don't care about anything, I just ask nothing, as if isolated from the world.

I bought him a wheelchair, and he only used the toilet occasionally. He didn't use it at all. He lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. In the last few days, those children have started to come to play on the basketball court. At this time, Xiaozheng will go to the window to see ... But every time those children leave, Xiaozheng will fall into a deeper level of silence. What a person owns may not be treasured, but when he loses, he will understand the preciousness! Xiaozheng originally had a pair of good legs. He could run, jump, and play basketball well. Now ... Now when I see others playing basketball, I'm afraid he's uncomfortable, so he kicked those children away.

However, Xiaozheng seems more depressed ... to be honest, I can't help it. I don't know what else I can do for him. "

Lu Hui said that his voice was a little hoarse. As a father, watching his son's depression and death might be worse, he felt no less pain than Lu Zheng. As a father, no matter how much pain he can only bear, because he understands that his arm is the pillar that supports the child's last sky. Once he falls, the child is really not saved.

"Hey, what are you doing ..." Lu Hui complained bitterly, took the wine glass, poured a large glass, then shook his hand and smiled bitterly: "Sorry."

"The donor, the poor monk abstains from alcohol. You are not a monk, just feel free." Fangzheng understood what Lu Hui meant.

Lu Hui nodded and drank the wine in the glass to the sky. The breath was better, but his eyes were redder.

Fang Zheng looked to Lu Zheng's room and said, "The authorities are fascinated by the spectators. From the point of view of the poor monk, Xiao Zheng's donor is not really stunned. On the contrary, he still has a flame burning in his heart. I wo n’t go to watch the game, but lie in bed completely and become a living person. "

"Huh ?!" Lu Hui looked up suddenly, looking at Fang Zheng, his eyes shining with hope. He is not a fool, as Founder said so, he would understand! Indeed, if the heart is completely desperate, why go to the game?

Thinking of this, Lu Hui said with a bit of choking: "Also ask the Master to give directions."

Founder shook his head and said, "This is not a disease of the leg, it is a disease of the heart. There is a way for the poor monk, but you need your cooperation."

"Cooperate? How to cooperate?" Lu Hui stunned.

Fang Zheng smiled slightly, and then Lu Hui whispered a few words.

Lu Hui said: "This ... will they agree?"

"It's up to you. The poor monk can only help so much." Founder.

After Lu Hui thought about it, he gritted his teeth and said, "OK! Done!"

After lunch, Founder did not see Lu Zheng, but this was no longer important. He left Su Yun and Lu Hui and left the tobacco factory district. Founder went straight to Wang Kun's house.

To the founder's surprise, when I arrived at the door, I heard Wang Kun's chaos at home. The door was not closed. When I opened it, Chen Wei and Wang Kun, a group of guys playing basketball were all there! Drinking beer in the room, singing, howling ... it's just a bunch of lunatics!

Lone Wolf looked up at Fang Zheng and said, "Master, these guys are crazy."

Founder nodded and said, "It's crazy."

Lone Wolf asked. "Then you still deal with them?"

"Of course!" Founder nodded.

"Master, you are back! Sit down!" Wang Kun saw Fang Zheng, waving his arm happily, holding a bottle of beer in the other hand, the whole person seemed very excited.

Founder smiled bitterly and said, "Let's continue playing, I'll go out for a walk."

After speaking, Fang Zheng went out with the lone wolf. Wang Kun thought about it and immediately went out.

"Master, don't you like to be lively? Or should I let everyone go?" Wang Kun was really grateful to him, and yesterday's remarks may not change others' views on him. However, it changed his perspective on the world! Persevering in what you think is right is not a worthwhile trip and no vain work. This feeling, he likes it! Therefore, Wang Kun treats Fang Zheng as a friend.

After Founder thought about it, he said, "Wang Kun, the poor monk wants to talk to you about something."

"What's the matter?" Wang Kun asked immediately, and then patted his chest. "Master, are you kind to me? What's the matter, you just say."

Founder nodded and said, "It's like this ..."

Fang Zheng told Lu Kun about Wang Zheng's situation, and Wang Kun said, "The uncle's son was in the car accident some time ago? No wonder he will drive us away."

"This is probably the case, the poor monk wants to help Lu Zheng. But I need your help." Fang Zhengdao.

"No problem, master, let's talk, what should we do!" Wang Kun immediately agreed.

"Oh? You agreed without thinking?" Fang Zheng looked at Wang Kun Road in surprise.

Wang Kun flipped his eyes and said, "I just like playing basketball, and I'm not a heartless and villainous villain. Why can't you agree to good things that can help others?"

Fang Zheng laughed. This was not the first time he heard this kind of speech. When he went to school, a few of his classmates, like Fang Zheng, did not study well and were regarded as poor students. They are just poor learners, but when someone really needs help, they are the most enthusiastic. There was even a joke at the time: "The status of a class in the school, the teacher and the principal, look at the strength of the front row, and among students, look at the strength of the last row!"