After adding some sweet potatoes to the front of the trap, Zhang Shuguang picked up the shovel and continued to dig deeper.
After climbing over two more hills, Zhang Shuguang actually found a narrow path in the deep mountains.
Are they bandits? Or refugees? Should I go along the mountain road and take a look?
In the end, curiosity got the better of him, and Zhang Shuguang climbed up the mountain steps.
Along the way, he kept his eyes and ears open, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
"There's a building. Is it a temple or a Taoist temple?"
Following the mountain road, Zhang Shuguang came to the foot of the main peak. Among the lush forests, he could faintly see the existence of the temple.
It is probably more likely to be a Taoist temple. Taoists focus on self-cultivation and self-sufficiency, and do not rely on pilgrims for support.
The monks built their temples deep in the mountains, only to starve themselves to death.
Now that you're here, let's go up and take a look.
In his previous life, Zhang Shuguang had no money and no free time, and he was not an adventurous person. He had never climbed a wild mountain as a hiker.
This time, Zhang Shuguang happened to encounter it and couldn't suppress his curiosity. His legs ran towards the main peak uncontrollably.
After walking a short distance up, Zhang Shuguang was sure that this was definitely not an abandoned Taoist temple, because the slightly flat areas on both sides of the mountain road were planted with crops or vegetables.
"Layman, please stay. This temple does not accept pilgrims. Please go back!"
A young Taoist priest holding a handful of bean sprouts came out from the bean sprout rack and stood in front of Zhang Shuguang.
This young Taoist priest had a square appearance and a strong physique, but his eyes lacked a bit of liveliness.
"Little Taoist priest, I'm thirsty and would like to go to your temple to ask for a glass of water. Please be tolerant."
They were almost at the mountain gate, and Zhang Shuguang wanted to go up and take a look.
"Are you Xiao Guangzi?"
The young Taoist frowned and looked at Zhang Shuguang for a long time, and suddenly a light flashed in his eyes.
"How do you know my nickname? I don't think we've met before?"
Only his family called him Xiaoguangzi when he was a child. After he had a younger brother, his family and friends stopped calling him that and started calling him Xiaoguang instead.
"Xiao Guangzi, it's really you. I'm Shouye, Song Shouye!"
The little Taoist priest waved the bean curd in his hand excitedly and put his face in front of Zhang Shuguang so that Zhang Shuguang could take a closer look.
"Shouye? Song Shouye?"
This familiar name drew Zhang Shuguang's thoughts back to the original owner's memories.
Before the complete victory, there were two wealthy businessmen in Dongfeng County, one was the Qian family who supported the Chongqing government, and the other was the Song family who supported our party.
The Qian family relied on the government and had always been engaged in the grain, oil and cloth business. The largest machinery factory in the county was also the Qian family's business.
The Song family, backed by the mountains, was engaged in the business of furs, mountain products, and Chinese herbal medicine.
Zhang Shuguang's grandfather, Zhang Qingchun, used to be a manager of the Song family and was highly regarded by Mr. Song Guisong.
Because Mr. Song’s grandson, Song Shouye, is of similar age to Zhang Shuguang, they were playmates when they were young.
Later, our army reached Dongfeng County. The day before the city was captured, the entire Song family was massacred by the defenders.
The young Song Shouye could not stay at home, so he followed Zhang Qingchun out to collect rent and luckily escaped the disaster.
After the Song family got into trouble, Zhang Qingchun hid Song Shouye at home. It was not until our army entered the city that Zhang Qingchun dared to go and collect the bodies of the Dong family and bury them in the old Song family tomb outside the city.
Song Shouye, who was only seven years old, cried so hard on the day of his family's funeral that he couldn't be stopped.
From then on, there was never a smile on Song Shouye’s young face.
After discussing with his family, Zhang Qingchun brought Song Shouye back to Zhangzhuang to live.
A month later, Song Shouye left without saying goodbye and has not been heard from since.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Shuguang met his childhood playmate in the mountains today.
"Shouye, why are you here? You even became a Taoist monk. I didn't expect you to recognize me."
After confirming Song Shouye's identity, Zhang Shuguang was also very happy. The two young people who met again after a long time gave each other a warm hug.
"I don't know either. That day I went to the graves of my parents and grandparents to cry. On the way back, I fell into the river. When I woke up, I was in the Taoist temple.
"Xiao Guangzi, I miss you so much, and I also miss Manager Zhang and Grandma Guixiang."
Song Shouye tried hard to express himself and tell Zhang Shuguang why he came to the Taoist temple.
"Take your time, don't be anxious. Why don't you come back to us when you wake up?"
Song Shouye spoke in a dull voice, as if he still retained the innocence of his childhood.
"Master said I was in a coma for a long time and almost couldn't wake up.
And I can't remember the past, but I still remember you, you are Xiao Guangzi, my best friend."
Song Shouye's speech was somewhat incoherent, and the smile on his face was somewhat naive.
"Shouye, can I go meet your master?"
If Zhang Shuguang wanted to go to the Taoist temple just now just to satisfy his curiosity, now he wants to find out why Song Shouye has become like this.
Was it due to lack of communication, or was there something else that was unexpected?
"Okay, okay! My master is very kind to me. Come on, I'll take you there now."
Song Shouye put the picked vegetables into the backpack, then took Zhang Shuguang's hand and walked towards the mountain.
"Junior Master, who are you bringing with you?"
There were two Taoist boys weeding in the field. When they saw Song Shouye with a stranger, they couldn't help but ask curiously.
"This is Xiao Guangzi, my best friend."
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