Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 615, if you want to learn, I will teach you

The project was in full swing, almost at the end of this year's temple fair, the road repair project began, and the first thing to bear the brunt was to shovel down the sycamore wood.

The professional players who graduated from Lanxiang drove the forklift directly in, and shoveled off the large sycamore tree, and the roots were uprooted by Lanxiang's brother's excavator, and the department in charge of pulling the tree was surprised. The tree died before it was shoveled
"Tsk tsk, the vitality of this tree is really strong. It has lasted for 500 years. How many times can I die in 500 years?" Liang Chao looked at the fallen tree, and the guilt in his heart eased a little. It was dead before it was shoveled.

The century-old towering tree fell, and it would be troublesome to transport the tree away. We entrusted the neighboring county to get a big truck to get the tree up, and at the same time, two small trucks helped to remove the tree. The broken branches and leaves were taken away.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot." Liang Chao said while directing the on-site work, "Wait for the truck to stop when it goes to Fenglong Community."

"Feng Leong Community? That's right, it's a small matter." The truck driver looked indifferent. Anyway, the money for this trip is enough, so it's a trivial matter to drop by, as long as it's in the local area.

The young man next to him who was also in charge of on-site work said, "Boss, what are you doing in that community?"

"Go to the master sculptor in our town. A friend entrusted me to carve a small ornament in the center of this tree. It's a small effort, and I will do my part." Liang Chao smiled and continued to direct the work on site. The heart of the tree was reserved by a local tyrant. Liang Chao, who is in charge, originally wanted to make friends with that local tycoon and give him the tree heart. Now that local tyrant is about to lose the 500-year-old top-quality tree heart.
The big truck pulled the most central branch of the big tree to the community, and found the master sculptor, who was also unambiguous. Although it was a pity, it was great to have such a good material to carve.

It took more than half a day to carve out the carving of this big tree according to Liang Chao's idea.

Looking at the sculpture in front of him, the master sculptor sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't know why. I always feel like I have to thank this girl. Is it my illusion?"

"Um, actually I also have this illusion, it's strange." Liang Chao didn't deny the idea of ​​the master sculptor, but said: "Actually, I also had the same feeling when that person entrusted me to do this work. The appearance on the portrait, the general sense of sight is so strong.”

At this moment, Liang Chao fell into deep thought, began to organize vocabulary, and finally said

"I always feel that she is silently guarding us. Just like this sycamore tree, guarding our town for 500 years, guarding our water and soil, maybe it has something to do with the education we received when we were young, saying that this tree is the guardian of our land By."

Both the master sculptor and the Liang Dynasty expressed their gratitude to this small carving from the bottom of their hearts.

Thank you for guarding this place for 500 years
Old man Fang started his ordinary but enjoyable life again, but since the temple fair, he always felt that something was missing, especially the last round of hugs, which lingered in his mind like a dream, which was hard to shake off. .

A stack of fennel beans and a bowl of old yellow rice wine accompanied old man Fang to spend his leisure afternoon. As a security guard on the street, his daily work was not a day's leisure. Except for sometimes needing to sweep the fallen leaves under the plane tree, there was nothing else to do. Standard pension profession.

Now that the sycamore tree is gone, old man Fang's life is more leisurely and lonely
"Give"

The old man who often played chess under the sycamore tree brought a lot of maltose and looked at old man Fang with a toothache.

"Come on, let's play chess"

Looking at the huge pile of maltose, old man Fang looked stunned, and said, "Aren't you afraid of high blood sugar if you eat so much sugar? You have to pay attention to your body too."

"Didn't you say you like sugar? I brought so much sugar because you like it. I don't like this damn sweet thing." The old man put down the maltose.

Old man Fang shook his head. He didn't like sugar very much, but wine and salted beans.

"You don't like to eat such a big lump of cotton candy at the sugar temple fair. I heard from the kid next door that you gave that cotton candy to Huo Huoluo as soon as you took a bite."

Old man Fang would never say that he didn't eat the marshmallow, but now old man Fang also knows that he was not dreaming that day, it was real, and he went to the whole temple fair with the girl named Wutong.

The whole chess game was absent-minded, so that the old man Fang lost to the stinky chess basket for the first time in his life, which made the old man almost cry. After being abused for so many years, he finally saved a little bit of face today.

"Why are you so absent-minded today? Could it be that it's a pity that this sycamore tree has been shoveled down?" The old man put away the chess happily, and said, "Although it's a pity, but it's a pity that this tree is still alive." It was already dead before it was shoveled down, a 500-year-old tree has lived long enough, let’s take it easy.”

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the old man left here, and old man Fang was left alone in the security booth, with that chess set that he had played for decades. The old man Fang didn't find it strange, but his friends often Take chess - anyway, you are playing against yourself, and it doesn't make much difference where you put it.

At this time, Li Yun came out from the corner to look, holding a small wooden pendant in his hand, tied with a small red rope.

"Don't lose the pendant made of the core of the sycamore tree. The sycamore tree can't always be with you, but the heart of the sycamore tree is okay." Li Yun put down the small pendant, turned and left, holding the plum blossom The paper umbrella disappeared as soon as it walked out of the security booth, turning into a wisp of dust and smoke, like a fairy, coming and going without a trace.

Before old man Fang had any reaction to realize where Li Yun came and how he left, this lifelike little pendant attracted old man Fang.

Like. Really too much like.
Exactly the same as the sycamore.

Carvings bearing the thoughts of Indus trees.
A parting hug, the current old man Fang felt a kind of heart-wrenching pain, obviously he was just a little girl he had known for a day.

At this moment, a clear and curious voice came.

"By the way, how do you play chess? I always see someone playing next to me."

Turning around and looking, the girl who covered half of her face with a wooden mask smiled sweetly, with her hands on her chin, barefoot in a white dress, and looked at old man Fang curiously.

In the end, old man Fang thought for a long time, and finally smiled.

"If you want to learn, I will teach you."

(End of this chapter)