The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Looking all the way all the way, Liu Beijun on the side is full of novelty, the subway is novelty, the handsome guys and grandparents around are also novelty, countless high-rise buildings are novelty, and even the first time you stay at the hotel has become novelty!

On this night, Liu Beijun could not fall asleep over and over in bed, and finally lay on a small window, looking at the busy road outside, muttering: "The big city is really beautiful ... it is clean, there are many cars ... Fangzheng abbot, abbot ? "

As soon as Liu Beijun turned around, Founder was already asleep.

Liu Beijun lay beside the window and looked again, and finally returned with a complicated long sigh and went to bed.

The next day, before dawn, Liu Beijun was called by the Founder.

"Abbot, what are you doing this early?" Liu Beijun looked at the time, only three o'clock!

Founder Road: "If you want to see the national flag, hurry up, otherwise, you lie here." For the first time in Shengjing, don't go to Tiananmen Square to see the national flag, it's nothing! Although Founder was a monk and a monk, he never regarded himself as a person who was completely separated from the world.

Hearing to see the national flag raised, Liu Beijun bounced off the bed, put on his clothes three times and two times, and pulled the Founder to run outside, while running, he said, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

As a result, Liu Beijun was dumbfounded when he left the hotel.

Founder shook his head, took Liu Beijun to the subway station, and followed the subway all the way to Tiananmen Square. It was not too late for the two to come, but the square was already crowded with people everywhere. At the same time, a team of soldiers patrolled and looked at the British soldiers. Liu Beijun couldn't help but praise: "This is a man! Handsome!"

Founder nodded slightly, believing that Liu Beijun's statement. Following the flow of people, the standing soldier stood straight, motionless, like a statue. Founder walked past them, and even saw a soldier's face, front of his eyes, a mosquito sucking blood! But the young soldier was still motionless, as if he didn't know the existence of that mosquito at all!

Fang Zheng frowned, and was about to make a move. Suddenly a girl walked over and waved his hand to drive away the text. Then he took out a paper towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead, smiled, and turned away.

Founder saw this, his heart warmed.

Liu Beijun whispered: "I heard that when soldiers are on guard, others can't be approached. In case ..."

"Good people are not the same as bad people." Founder said.

Liu Beijun scratched his head and didn't understand the meaning of Founder's words. Can the bad guy write the word bad guy on his face?

But Founder knew that bad people wouldn't write bad people on their faces, but the temperature and brightness emitted by a good person could illuminate everything instantly.

The two followed everyone to the front of the square. At this time, a soldier came over and said, "Everybody, please pay attention. The audience in the first three rows, please squat down. If it is convenient, please sit down. Thank you for your cooperation."

Then the people in the first three rows began to sit down, and Fang Zheng and Liu Beijun were just in the third row. It didn't matter if the Founder was there. The moon white monk's clothes were dust-free, and they didn't get dirty. Liu Beijun didn't care about this either. He sat down, and some people carried some posters or something with them, and sat under the ass. For a while, the first three rows all sat down.

In this way, everyone's sight is guaranteed.

"The abbot, it's a little far away, so far, I can't see clearly. I thought I could watch it as close as on TV." Liu Beijun said somewhat disappointed.

Founder Dao: "It's not far away, all look at the heart. Are you really here to watch a few people kicking and raising the national flag? Ask your heart, what are you looking at?"

Liu Beijun looked at the soldiers around him and looked forward to the eager audience. He couldn't help asking: "Are they really here to raise the national flag?" Looking forward, everyone's eyes were full. Looking forward, looking forward to a flag-raising ceremony? Or is there anything special and good-looking that really happens when the flag is raised?

Thinking of this, Liu Beijun also waited with anticipation.

Seeing that Liu Beijun was doing this, Founder said nothing and looked at it quietly.

As time passed, the shadow of the guard of honor was finally seen in the distance, one by one, full of vitality, walking in a uniform pace, although it was too far to see the details. But at that moment, Liu Beijun didn't know why, his heart was hot all of a sudden! It seemed like a rusted engine that hadn't been used for a long time, suddenly gave it power, and it started moving!

Liu Beijun hasn't remembered how many years his heart hasn't felt this way. He even sometimes thinks that he won't be touched in his life, at least he hasn't felt such intense emotion in his heart for a long time. His gaze was staring at the guard of honor guard's direction, watching the guard of honor guard came to the national flag, and as a soldier raised his hand, the bright red flag fluttered in the wind, opening moment!

Liu Beijun clenched his fist subconsciously. At that moment, he suddenly understood what he was here to see! Not to see the flag-raising ceremony, but to satisfy the patriotic blood in my heart! When the national flag was raised, he didn't know what was in his mind, but he just had an unstoppable excitement, as if he was about to spit out his mouth, and subconsciously opened his mouth to sing the national anthem with the music. Two Xing Qing's tears fell down the corner of her eyes ...

He didn't know that a certain monk on the side, although there was no wave in Gujing, but the inner fluctuation was also not small.

Although Fang Zheng was a monk, he still had patriotic blood in his heart. Here, the blood was ignited, and he sang the national anthem, feeling that it pervaded the entire square, without you and me, only the feelings of the country.

After leaving Tiananmen Square and walking for a long time, Liu Beijun returned from his excitement and looked at Fangzhengdao: "Fangzheng abbot, although I don't know why I watch the flag raising, but at that moment, I was really excited, okay I want to cry ... well, cry. "

Founder said: "It's good to cry, there is still rescue when crying."

"What do you mean?" Liu Beijun stunned.

Founder didn't say anything, but took Liu Beijun into Wangfujing Commercial Street, looking at the bustling neighborhood, watching the rushing figures, and watching the high-rise buildings around him, and found nothing. Liu Beijun kept looking around, for fear of missing a new thing. Everything here seemed to him both familiar and unfamiliar. What he was familiar with was the reappearance of the scene on TV. What was strange was the atmosphere here. The impact it brings is completely different from the feeling in the village!