[Free supplement.Very short story]Huang Yujia/Broken City

[Free supplement.Very short story]Huang Yujia/Broken City

◎Huang Yujia

◎Huang Yujia

It was also the first time she had heard of such a ritual: the mage chanted sutras and chanted mantras, raised a six-ring gold and tin staff, broke the paper on the ground and tied the four sides of the city. It is said to prevent the dead from being trapped and dying in the city.

At that time, she thought to herself, well, doesn’t dad feel that he is trapped in this world?

Every seventh day, the family drives to the monastery on the mountain. She had left her job not long ago, and the reason for her resignation was that her father had passed away. In fact, she felt trapped in this job. When I was just over 30 years old, the technology industry sounded glamorous, and my only option was to find another system manufacturer. The boss said, instead of resigning, just ask for leave to attend the funeral. The environment is not good. She was still a little hesitant at first, but hearing others say it made her make up her mind, and she felt a little relieved.

So, it was usually her and her mother who went up the mountain, driving around the quiet mountain roads on weekday afternoons in the summer. One time, her mouth was dry and she didn’t bring any water in the car. She suddenly remembered this sentence: “Happiness is like air, you only feel it when it doesn’t exist.” Happiness is also the same as a bottle of mineral water at this time. .

Is dad happy? Maybe it’s not that I’m unhappy.

The concept of Zuqi is simple: dedicate the merits of chanting sutras to dad. The only thing that bothered her was that she didn’t know if this was what her father wanted. She never knew what her father wanted, and she never thought about what she wanted. I remember telling my mother one weekend afternoon half a year ago that my life was so boring. Mom said that days like this are the best days.

When she walked outside the temple, she looked at her mother and then at the town at the foot of the mountain. It was getting dark. Time flies by so fast, everything that needs to be done is done, where should we go next? She wasn’t sure if her mother remembered the conversation a few months ago, so she just said softly, “It’s so boring.”

Mom replied, your dad used to say this too.

Today is the seventh day. ●

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Source: China