March 4, fine.

I saw a cat outside the cake shop, black, very small, with bright eyes, and I wanted to take it away, just to think about it.

March 5, fine.

It ate the bread I had given it, approached timidly, and meowed at me, its voice soft. I want to take it away, just thinking about it.

March 6, cloudy.

It hid in the corner, and I chased away the kid who threw the stone, and it came out and yelled at me, so good. I want to take it with me, I can only think about it.

March 7, rain.

I held up my umbrella to look for it, and sure enough, it was still there, huddled into a small ball, shivering. I want to give it a home.

It's very well-behaved, and it makes people's hearts melt.

March 8, fine.

I kept thinking about it when I went to work, and when I got home, as soon as I opened the door, it leaned over and rubbed my trouser legs, as a man who doesn't like to scrub, well, a gentle burden.

It's really well-behaved.

March 20, fine.

Or was discovered. The landlord ordered me to give it away, or leave together.

I'm a coward.

March 21, cloudy.

I built a small shed for Softsoft to shelter from the rain, and I made an appointment with him to visit it every day. It rubbed my palm and meowed, very well-behaved.

March 22, fine.

It was waiting for me, and I was pleasantly surprised that it could recognize my footsteps. It may understand that I chose to abandon it in front of life and it, but it still treats me very closely, and it is very well-behaved.

March 25, fine.

I gradually got used to the three-day life of home, cat, and company, and I would take him to the park when I was resting, and he was very well-behaved.

Wen Ru turned to the next page, then was stunned for a moment, and then turned back, the date did not change, there were three days apart, and there were only four words.

March 26, heavy rain.

Soft and well-behaved.

I don't have a home.

The handwriting was blurry, as if it had been swam open and smeared.

The diary came to an abrupt end here, and Wen Ru was stunned, remembering the abrupt conversation that day:

"Do you like cats?"

"Loved but didn't want to raise. ”

"Well, don't keep it if you can't take good care of it. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded, his voice soft.

Wen Ru was only a cat lover's advice at that time.

And now, the soft squishy is probably an accident.

The picture of him and the black cat is followed by a poem by Emily Dickinson:

If I hadn't seen the sun,

I may endure the darkness,

But now, the sun has taken my loneliness

Shine more desolately.

Wen Ru rubbed this passage, and the feeling in her heart was a little indescribable.

After that diary, Xiao Hua never wrote a diary on it again.

The back of this book is blank.

But when Wen Ru closed the diary and inadvertently turned the last page, her gaze froze for a moment.

There is a passage written: Please don't blame yourself, and there is no need to regret it, this is not a whim for me, but more like a dormant.

Wen Ru was stunned, the diary was a little old, and the corners of the white paper were a little yellowish, but the handwriting of this passage was very new, and the color was brighter than the previous text.

Apparently it was written down very recently.

She rubbed the words, wondering if this was written for her?

Did he know that she had regrets, that she would go to his residence, and that she would bring back this diary?

Wen Ru suddenly had the idea of wanting to understand someone, and she couldn't stop it.

Go and see where he lives, where he works, and learn about his past.

Thinking like this, Wen Ru suddenly chuckled, as if sighing: "A madman." ”

Who are you talking about?

Wen Ru has never had the habit of giving up halfway.

Since Song Jun's three-month contract with her has not expired, there is still one month, and she also wants to improve her work.

For example, Song Jun's memory.

Song Jun's dream is that he lived in the city a year and a half ago, at the age of 23, working as a clerk.

"Do you know what she looks like?"

"Hey, what is this?" he patted the pastry residue on his hand, "It's so strange that a fish who misses the little monk!"

"It's weird," he said, shaking his head and looking at the other.

"The golden house of the pen and flowers sits on the beauty of the jade. He shook his head, "This scholar is so greedy. ”

And the eyes of the seven delusions followed the lamp and drifted away.

A fish that misses the little monk.

The two words of missing are very close, almost written in a row, which is Scarlet Glass's consistent hobby. She came too.

"Why are these two words so close?" Qi Yu looked closely at the two words written by the scarlet glass, and was a little curious, and the other words were evenly spaced, but these two words were close together.

"I miss and miss, and when I read these two words, I feel very soft in my heart, and Scarlet Glass likes these two words. Scarlet Glass connected the two hearts, "After Scarlet Glass went home, she often missed the Seven Delusions. ”

Seven delusions were moved, but Scarlet Glass opened his mouth again and said the latter words, "There are also sugar gourds, sugar fried chestnuts, small clay figures, ......" The little boy was still counting with his hands, and the seven deliriums shook his head and stopped looking at the powdery face, and continued to turn the Buddhist scriptures, which was really a waste of moving.

Qiyu couldn't help but look down the mountain, there was a departing figure in the lively crowd, looking out of place, as if she noticed that someone was looking at her, she looked at her from afar, and then left, the corners of her crimson clothes drowned in the sea of people.

"Don't worry, from now on, I won't do anything more to you. On that day, she was full of anger and tears.

He thought she wouldn't show up again.

Another cannon rang out, and Seven Delusions returned to their thoughts. The people on the side saw that they were making noise about the last piece of peanut crisp, and they were persuaded on the side.

The lamp that tells the longing has drifted away.

After a while, it will fall in an unknown place and go out.

Seven delusions shook their heads, trying to shake off the figure in their minds. Ever since he had visited his predecessors that day and heard stories like that, he would always think about it more.

Amitabha Buddha is just unsettled in his own mind, and when he comes to this conclusion, his heart is like a big stone hanging for a while.

When I went back, the Seven Deliriums were a lot duller. I can see it, I don't know where the little uncle's depression comes from, I can't persuade him, I just accompany him silently.

The noise of knowing and seeing gradually became smaller, and the seven delusions looked at it in their eyes, and the words "no hindrance" were still unspoken when they reached their mouths.

Excuses and disguises are all lies, deception, and self-deception.

In the following days, I read the Seven Delusion Sutras more and more diligently, and even did not eat for two days, and I warned myself.

You Tan just shook his head and continued to pound the medicine, the beginning of the year was noisy, although there were many happy events, there were many people who asked for medicine.

The fragrance of medicine lingered throughout the courtyard, and there was still some snow on the ground, and the falling snow fell silently, hiding all thoughts.

Until the day of the Lantern Festival, I saw that I pushed Ran to knock on the door of the seven delusions.

"Uncle Junior, let's go down the mountain. These days, Uncle Xiao, you are bored in the room, not knowing the magnificence of the lanterns outside. ”

Xiao Ran also nodded, "The day before yesterday, there were many lanterns hanging in the ancestral temple, and the worship of the Heavenly Maiden painted on the lamps by Abbot Mingde and Master Ming/Hui is even more lifelike. ”

"I've been out before. Qiyu's voice was very faint, "I also saw the lantern, and it was indeed magnificent." ”

"Uncle Xiao, let's go down the mountain together. Knowing this, he rolled his eyes, and said, "The market is as bright as day, and you can also put lanterns." Uncle Junior, let's go put the lights on together. ”

"When you come back, let's put the lanterns together. ”

"It's a deal. ”

The young man's smiling face jumped on the paper, and the words on the Buddhist scriptures couldn't even be seen in his eyes.

"Good. "It's been a long time, and I'm about to give up, before I hear this inaudible word.

It seems to be a compromise or a loss.

You Tan stood in front of the window and looked at the distant figures of several children, and smiled.

"The floating world has changed a thousand times, don't ask if it's fate or calamity. ”