The next morning.

Canghai opened his eyes again.

In front of the pillow lying on his stomach was a sprig of delicious lilac mint with dew, and his nose was cool. He was the only one on the bed, lying on his stomach in the back position, like a gecko. Blinking his sleepy eyes, his right hand stretched out half towards the mint flower, who is this grave so early?

Knock three times at the blue sky outside the window. Weeping again again.

Kneeling on the ground, I felt it, although my back was a little tight, my bones were a little loose, but it didn't seem to hurt so much. The side of the bed has been prepared with face wash. I went out of the bedroom to find a mirror, but found that there were dishes and plates on the table of the Eight Immortals in the small hall, all of which were buckled with plates, and I opened it to see that it was still a warm breakfast, and a note was pressed under a bunch of mint flowers on the table: Remember to heat up the rice when it is cold. There is no payment, only a stone is drawn.

Canghai pinched the note, looked at the breakfast, lowered his head and sniffed, and clumped the note into a ball. I found a mirror and lifted the back of my shirt to take a photo, only a faint cyan piece remained, and I reached out and poked it, numb.

Canghai looked up at the beam, and his lower lip pursed to cover his upper lip. Throw the paper ball on the ground and run it over. The paper ball is flattened.

Canghai pouted and ate breakfast, changed into regular clothes, and slowly walked out of the study. I always felt that something was awkward, stopped, turned my waist, and understood, it turned out that the pain was not an injury, but a bone. The eyes are full of new green, the morning birds chirp, and the sea sneers at the blue-gray stone floor. Move your pace gently and keep your back straight and not shaken. The right hand is intact to support the waist, the bandage is supported by the left hand, and he walks like a crab. Slowly enter the main hall of the Linglong Courtyard through the back door. When you go up the stairs, you follow up with one foot and the other like a toddler.

“...... This woman was not favored by her husband after marriage, her heart was depressed, and her temperament was obedient, and the husband and wife were even more incompatible, and the husband had already begun to prepare for the concubine. Before entering the hall, I heard the kind and kind voice of the landlord talking slowly. Canghai's footsteps lightened, and he returned to his seemingly normal walking posture.

After entering the hall, Canghai was stunned for a moment and smiled dumbly. Everyone in the Linglong Courtyard was there, but a few young people sat on the ground with their hands and knees crossed like children. The landlord was dressed in white cloth and moved a Taishi chair to sit in front of them, with his back to the east window. The big Eight Immortals table in the middle of the hall has been moved to the northeast corner, and it is located in front of the feet of the landlord, and Shi Xuan is sitting in the middle, with his hands on his cheeks. Shi Xuan sat Tang Qiuchi on his right hand, and sat on his left hand side with Lonely Shuyang, behind Lonely Shuyang was Luo Xinyue, next to Xue Hao, and in the third row were small shells and deep flowers and leaves, and the expressions of the seven people were very focused. Shopkeeper Lu was also sitting on a small spring stool behind them, listening to it with relish.

Canghai tried his best to quietly walk to the west of the hall normally, and sat in a Taishi chair behind everyone and opposite the landlord, and everyone did not look back. The landlord smiled slightly and continued: "When the woman was depressed, a nun with advanced cultivation happened to arrive, so she went to ask the nun why she couldn't get along with her husband and how to reconcile her misfortune."

"The teacher said, "I am not a judge in the underworld, and I cannot check the list of your spouses. I'm not a bodhisattva, and I can't see people's past, present, and future things. But I know the truth of karma. When it comes to karma, there is no such thing as a union without a cause in the world. Presumably, a husband and wife who are united by affection must love each other, a husband and wife who are united by resentment must be opposed to each other, and there are also those who are united by non-affection and resentment, and there is bound to be mutual debt and compensation from each other. There are just a few types. Aren't you husband and wife united by resentment? This is determined by God, not artificially made."

"You don't have to ask about past reasons, and you don't have to worry about other people. There is nothing good to do that. That's why Shakyamuni founded the Dharma to allow people to repent. I think that as long as you are kind to others everywhere and at all times, filial piety to your in-laws, serving your husband, being kind to your husband, and being tolerant, you just have to treat him well like this, and no matter what others do, the relationship between your husband and wife will be reconciled."

"After a few days, the woman came to see the lady again, and said with a sad face that the lady's method did not work, and the lady asked her what she did, and she said that she was always and everywhere kind to others, filial piety to her in-laws, serving her husband, being kind to her mother-in-law, being tolerant, and treating him like this, and treating him like this, and no matter what others did, she still did not get the favor of her husband,"

Mrs. Shi listened and said, "That's because you haven't done enough." ”

Soon after, her husband really respected and loved her, and never mentioned the matter of taking a concubine again, and the whole family praised her virtue, and from then on the whole family was in harmony and blessed the children and grandchildren. ”

After the landlord finished speaking, he looked at them with a smile, and several young people were still immersed in the story, and the aftertaste was endless. After a while, Shi Xuanyang begged: "Uncle Shouxing, talk about one more one." ”

Canghai frowned. The landlord Ha Luha smiled: "I can still bear the word 'uncle', I really don't dare to be this 'birthday star'." My surname is Qu, so you can call me Uncle Qu. ”

Canghai's mouth pursed. Tang Qiuchi said: "Uncle Qu, let's talk about one more." ”

The landlord looked at the sea opposite and said with a smile: "I've talked about several in the morning." ”

Several young people followed suit: "Uncle Qu's story is good, tell another one, tell another one!"

"Okay, well, you all like to listen to my stories as much as Xiaobai. ”

Shi Xuanqi said: "What, does his kind of person also like to listen to stories?"

What do you mean by "that kind of person"? Canghai almost screamed.

"That's right, Xiaobai couldn't sleep when he was a child, so I accompanied him and told him stories. The landlord stroked his silver beard, "Okay, let's talk about a short one." ”

Canghai's heartbeat has been a little too fast since the morning, first, the old disease that was ravaged last night has relapsed, and the other is that he feels that the time is almost over. But the kind voice of the landlord from the beginning of the flood and the story he told seemed to have improved his back pain. Down-to-earth, calm, optimistic, just like when I was a kid.

The landlord said: "In Anningzhou, Yunnan, there was a butcher surnamed Zhao, who once slaughtered a cow, tied it up, and then entered the house to get a barrel. The calf of the cow was on the side, and immediately hid in the crack of the stone with a knife. When the butcher came back, he couldn't find a knife anywhere, and when his neighbor saw it, he told him what had happened......"

Canghai was listening carefully, but there was another rapid, regular and slight footsteps coming from the courtyard, looking into the open door outside the main hall, and then quietly walked in, stood beside Canghai, and saluted. With a serious expression and wanted to say something, Canghai looked at him, but shook his head.