Chapter 260: Father's Love (3)

(3) Foreshadowing, allusion, and revelation

My college entrance examination should be said to be uneventful, because I am familiar with many books that have been consulted and saved in the library have not yet been read, so I decided to fill in only one volunteer. Of course, the school does not have to pay tuition fees and also pays living expenses, which is a more important reason.

But because my science grades were a mess, and my liberal arts were not top-notch, my parents, who were used to seeing high scores, were not at ease, and in the spring before the exam, the two of them left the other five sisters to take me to Baoguang Temple in Xindu to worship Buddha.

This was the only time I walked alone with my parents. My mother taught me to go to the toilet before starting anything, and we went to the toilet at the station, and when we entered the Baoguang Temple, we still had to look for the toilet first. As a result, all the toilets in the park were filthy and full of urine and feces, so we told my father that he couldn't drink water until he went out.

When I arrived at the Luohan Hall, I was asked to count from one Arhat to the one of my age, and when I saw that he was holding a book, my father said happily, "That's it, let's go back."

Mother said to take a look around and see what was going on. There are so many Arhats there, with different expressions, and some of them are really hateful, and I can't help but feel proud when I think of the Arhat who heralded my future with a serene and gentle face.

My mother told me to count again, but my father resolutely stopped me, but my mother, who was used to working against my father, knew that I would give in to her, and let me decide whether to count or not. I had to count them, and I ended up holding a brush.

When my mother saw it, she shouted happily, and there were so many fierce and angry arhats around me, but all I could count was a kind eyebrow and a brush!

I don't know if it's because I'm dizzy or if the Arhat Hall has made a lot of Arhats, and my mother asked me to count them. This time, it was an arhat laughing with a gold ingot in both hands.

Mother was so happy that she said this is it, you have to remember this! My father kept shaking his head and shaking his head.

Today, in the past 24 years, I have really left my books and pens behind, and only worshiped money, and I feel very helpless when I think of my father shaking his head and shaking his head at that time.

Many people dream of exams, but I dream of the toilet at Hokoji Temple in the spring of 1985. Every time I dream that I am in a hurry and can't get into that dirty toilet, I get sick and change my place of work, and because of it, I change my city and a house.

Classmate Yongxu said that this year he always dreamed that he stopped to run errands, and when he came back, he couldn't find his car.

I said that the car represented his partner. Sure enough, his children were six and half years old. He can't find the original girl anymore, and he has to love the mother of his child. If he is like Mr. Pei and keeps looking for the girl who wrote "Moon Flower", it is like chasing the rainbow all the time, and he will eventually be disappointed and tired.

My father's dear is also the original white and chubby Han girl (in 1963, when most people in the country were yellow and thin), not my mother, who had been giving birth to children and was sick, but my father obeyed the arrangement of fate and tore up the marriage certificate, breaking my mother's verbal dispute over finding a marriage certificate to get a divorce. Despite all the obstacles, he did not delay what he wanted to do for a man.