A ray of sunlight sprinkled on Xu Zeyuan's sleeping eyelids, and a noisy alarm woke up Xu Zeyuan, who was dreaming, he turned off the alarm clock, touched his cracked head, looked at the ceiling, and thought: Where is this?

Xia Hangyue and Lin Jinxi's slightly upturned side faces flashed in Xu Zeyuan's mind, and he dreamed of her again. He looked at the square chandelier on the ceiling and remembered that he had been drinking with a client last night and had come home drunk on the couch in the living room. He is becoming more and more proficient at the wine table, how to quickly identify decision-makers, how to efficiently get demand, and how to make a move. He is good at what he does, and he is good at drinking.

Get up, my parents' train is almost there.

What time is it? He got up.

9 o'clock, can you hurry?

Well, after receiving my uncle and aunt, do you go home directly or go to see the house first?

Go home first, rest, go out to eat at noon, and look at the house in the afternoon.

Profound. Xu Zeyuan peeked at his girlfriend Meng Chen while getting dressed, she was his reality, she was his college classmate, he had known each other for ten years, she was traditional, simple, and rational, although she didn't like to laugh, didn't like to talk, and was even cold. But Xu Zeyuan really didn't have a reason not to marry her.

What would you do if we parted one day? He pretended to be a joke.

Meng Chen didn't lift his face, and continued to wipe the ground neatly,

Does this hypothetical reasoning make sense?...... My parents said that when the house is booked, I will go to get the certificate first, the wedding is not important, the life is important. Also, I'm almost 30, I have to hurry up and have a baby, you pay attention, my parents will put pressure on you.

Well, well, it doesn't make sense. The pain nerve in Xu Zeyuan's head spread to his heart, and when he was with Meng Chen, every time he thought of Lin Jinxi, his heart would ache, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

I thought about it, we want the 135-square-meter apartment in one step, three bedrooms, a study, and four elderly people can occupy it at the same time.

Kindness.

I recalculated the loan interest rate and down payment, the down payment is a little less, anyway, the loan interest rate is low in the past two years, and there will not be much fluctuation, and the house price will be bullish, in short, we are at the equilibrium point, and in the future, with the market fluctuations, we will adjust again, your career is still all the way up, you continue to work hard.

Profound.

Meng Chen was one of the only three girls in their class, and she was also the best one, she was very solid in algebra, Xu Zeyuan was obsessed with using mathematical thinking for software programming, and often discussed algorithms with Meng Chen. In addition, Xu Zeyuan occasionally helped Meng Chen get hot water, and Meng Chen occasionally helped Xu Ze go to the cafeteria to get food. There is no confession, there is no heartbeat, they use algorithms, JAVA, C++ to communicate, but later Meng Chen specialized in economics and entered a financial company, Lotte knew his fate to be a clerk, just looking for leisure, anyway, Xu Zeyuan is capable, she simply used all her life's learning at home, and since then, they rarely even talk about algorithms, JAVA, and C++. The home is very quiet, and Meng Chen really has no talent for cooking, since she tried to make cakes for Xu Zeyuan, and her wrist was burned by the hot oil, it is reasonable to have a perfect kitchen, so this home is quiet and deserted.

With another loud sound, Meng Chen put the earpiece to his ear.

Hey, uncle, here, wait a minute.

Xu Zeyuan took the phone, and his father's eager tone came from the other end.

Zeyuan, your grandfather is critically ill, come back to see you for the last time.

Xu Zeyuan's mind was like a train roaring through a tunnel at high speed, and he couldn't remember what he said to his father or how he hung up the phone. And then how to explain it to Meng Chen. It was probably Meng Chen who went to pick up her parents alone, and she was in charge of the house. Xu Zeyuan hurriedly took a few changes of clothes and rushed back to his hometown. Since Lin Jinxi gently imprinted the lovesick imprint in his heart, the happiest thing for him was to leave the 'prison' where Meng Chen laid the immortal barrier and escape from the role that belonged to him in Meng Chen's life. But the double guilt never stopped. He numbed himself with alcohol, and drank so much that he knew no one and no sin.

On the train, Xu Zeyuan looked at the scenery outside the window, recalling scenes with his grandfather when he was a child, and he was chased and beaten by his grandfather scene after scene, but in fact, he was never beaten.

The reeds are no longer the reeds they used to be, the water in the lake is shallow like a few stagnant puddles, a few dilapidated fishing boats are stranded on the semi-dry mudflats, and the long-lasting sun and rainforest make them look less like boats than wreckage, and the withered yellow reeds are sparse and sparse. It turned out that the purple and red were all over the place, and they all seemed to be paid to the broken wells.

Xu Zeyuan was a step late after all, and the wooden door of the ancestral house was hung with white silk satin, and the clansmen who wore linen and filial piety went in and out. As soon as Xu Zeyuan stepped his right foot into the threshold, the second aunt stuffed a set of filial piety clothes into his arms, and his grandfather was in the mausoleum, and his father led Xu Zeyuan to his grandfather and lifted the white cloth on his grandfather's face.

Let's take a final look.

He looked like he was asleep, but his face was yellow, as if he had been coated with a layer of wax. Xu Zeyuan hooked his index finger with his right hand and gently swayed on his grandfather's face, cold and hopeless. He had personally experienced the funeral of the fifth grandfather, and had seen the burial of the seventh grandmother, but he had never touched death so closely, and he realized that the blood on his body was the same as that of the old man lying on several cases, but the dead were forever dead, and the living would eventually die. The most common thing that drinking friends at the wine table say is - don't say anything, everything is in the wine. That's the nonsense of dissolving Qu Ying's flattery. And in the face of the death of blood relatives, it is really not to say anything, everything is thicker than water.

That night, Xu Zeyuan inexplicably developed a high fever and fell asleep very early.

On the red brick wall sat an old man in a white shirt, very kind but couldn't see his face clearly, the old man beckoned to Xu Zeyuan, signaling him to come closer, Xu Zeyuan knew in his heart that it was grandpa, and he walked forward eagerly. The old man held out another one, and held a key in his hand to give it to him. Xu Zeyuan stared at the white shirt and quickened his pace, he walked faster and faster, and he walked more and more urgently, and he was about to arrive, but he fell off the cliff with a stumble. Xu Zeyuan's legs twitched suddenly, and he broke out in a cold sweat, and when it was dawn, his high fever was cured without medicine.

The ancestral tomb of the Xu family is on the southern slope of Xishan, and most of the people who send the funeral are the old people in the clan, there are not many people in the uncle's generation, and those of Xu Zeyuan's generation are even rarer, and many people in the town have moved to the county, city, and even other cities. Xu Zeyuan's parents moved to the county when Xu Zeyuan was very young, and later moved to the city, and the three uncles were also separated from each other because of their studies and work, and the grandfather rarely went out of this lake, even if the sons often came back to visit, or planned to take the old man away to fulfill their filial piety. He also always refuses. The old people here say that this is a treasure land of feng shui, and as long as this land is guarded, the descendants of the Xu family will prosper.

In autumn, the grass on the south slope of the West Mountain is knee-high, the morning fog has long been dissipated, the grandfather is buried here, and the funeral people disperse, leaving Xu Zeyuan alone to look at the lake at the foot of the mountain,

Grandpa, this is really a treasure land, backed by mountains and water.

There was a faint sound of a bell on the mountain, and Xu Zeyuan searched for it.

The West Mountain is composed of a main peak and several small peaks stacked on top of each other, and there are several monasteries scattered on the mountain, because the local people believe in Buddhism, and the incense can be extended. Climbing up the mountain road to the west, it didn't take long for the greenery to cover a ridge of gray tile cornices, but there was no path to be found. Xu Zeyuan, Mai has not retreated, wading through the grass and sneaking, and the trouser tube is covered with thorns. The round horizontal ancient lock is pinned to the door knocker, and the plaque has three words 'Sanjing An'. The firewood was mottled, Xu Zeyuan pushed it gently, the door creaked and flashed out a gap half a palm wide, and there were several blue-gray tile houses in the door, and the artemisia grass in the courtyard was flourishing, and the dead leaves were withering, and the eyes were full of gloom. The bell rang again, the aftermath echoed in the valley, Xu Zeyuan climbed all the way west to the top of the mountain along the footpath, the road became narrower and narrower, one side of the cliff, a dangerous 120-degree bend at the ridge, Xu Zeyuan walked carefully, after the peak turned around, there was really a world turned over.

The square temple courtyard lies quietly in a flat col between the main peak and the side peaks, and a terraced field is cultivated along the side of the side peak. Xu Zeyuan went down the mountain road, and the road at this time was smoother and wider than the road when he went up the mountain.

Qingfeng Temple, Xu Zeyuan read these three words softly, and couldn't help but feel sad, he recalled that many years ago, his grandfather wanted to take him up the mountain to Qingfeng Temple to confess, but he pretended to have a stomachache, and it hurt until his parents came to pick him up and go back to the city at the end of the summer vacation.

The main hall of the courtyard is for the side lying Mile, and a little monk flashed out from behind Mile and saluted Xu Zeyuan.

Amitabha, donor, but if you come to call seven, can you register, can you hand in your mobile phone?

Xu Zeyuan bowed back,

When you have a funeral at home, you can pay a prayer to the deceased?

Please donor do it yourself. After speaking, the little monk turned around and disappeared in front of Xu Zeyuan's eyes.

There is a monk sitting on the main seat in the main hall of the second courtyard to preach the scriptures, and behind him he enshrines Sakyamuni, and the incense table is lit with lotus lamps and beeswax. The monks and lay people sat in front of the hall, silently, and there was a little monk in the last row who paid attention to the people coming in and out, he greeted Xu Zeyuan with his hand, Xu Zeyuan understood, and knelt down to the vacant seat next to the little monk.

Clear French echoes in the lobby,

There are eight sufferings in life, the suffering of death, the so-called death and sorrow are scattered, the vitality is cut off, the consciousness has been completely extinguished, and there is no awareness. Among the many sufferings of life, death is the most bitter.

In the middle of Xu Zeyuan's crux, what is death? Why do people die? Why do people live? He looked curiously at the master on the main seat, his white face, he couldn't see his facial features clearly, he just lowered his eyelids, there was no dust under his eyes, and his heart was like water.

Fate gathers and scatters, when the period is self-nature, there is no birth and death. Death is the beginning of a new life, and reincarnation is the birth of the next living being. There is a definite number of reincarnations of cause and effect. The Buddhist scriptures have clouds, not thinking about the sky, and living a long life of 84,000 catastrophes, but in the end, they should still fall, and they will not go out of the six reincarnations.

Death is also a part of life? Xu Zeyuan couldn't help but ask himself in his heart.

There are eight bitter loves in life, and there is no bitterness. The people who are dear to them parted from each other with some kind of karma, causing suffering. Only by breaking off attachment can we avoid sorrow, fear, and grief. There is a cloud in the "Great Prajna Nirvana Sutra": Worry because of love, fear because of love, if you are separated from love, why worry and fear. There is a feast in the world that is inseparable, as close as a father and son, as close as a husband and wife, and it is rare to stay together for life, so why make friends with others?

Resentment will be bitter, and love and parting from suffering are opposite, two incompatible people, or conflicts of interest, and they get together again, like a shadow, she seems to have no time to disperse, isn't this very distressing?......

Worry because of love, fear because of love. Love parting, resentment will. Xu Zeyuan thought silently in his heart, as if he understood or not. He slowly got up and exited the main hall. The Sanjin Temple is dedicated to Kannon, and the last courtyard is the Jizo Hall. He didn't know how to confess, but he remembered that his grandmother would offer incense to the Bodhisattva at home on the first and fifteenth days of the new year, so he stood in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and waved his hand to Guanyin with sincerity, and repented of his naughtiness when he was a child, and repented 17 years late. There were incense sticks on the incense table, and he lit three and inserted them into the incense burner.

When he stepped out of the Guanyin Palace, he became light, not because of repentance, but because he fulfilled the promise he promised to the fifth grandfather and grandfather. The edge of the leaves of the Bodhi tree outside the hall changed color slightly, and a white mandala on the other side had passed its full bloom, and the white and slender lantern-shaped flowers hung upside down on the branches, Xu Zeyuan was deeply attracted, looking down at the stems of the flowers and the stamens of the flowers, Lin Jinxi's appearance in white clothes came to mind again, and he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

The little monk holding the cloud board jumped in from across the courtyard with an apron and sleeves, and looked at Xu Zeyuan for a while.

Amitabha, this is the mandala flower, the Buddha flower.

Pretty. Xu Zeyuan didn't know how to return the salute and nodded.

Do you like it? If you like it, you will get married.

How do you get married?

The little monk pointed to the seeds like millet seeds on the gray tile flowers,

Please go back and you can plant.

How please?

Please with your heart.

Xu Zeyuan tried to pick up a few.

Take more.

Do you want to give money?

Random. I'm going to break the fast and eat in the hall. The little monk motioned for Xu Ze to go to the dining hall to fast. Then he used a small mallet to knock on the cloud board and walked towards the main hall.

Xu Zeyuan put the seeds in his hand into his pocket, took out 10 yuan and put them on the flower stand, and pressed a few seeds. Then he walked out of Qingfeng Temple and went back to the town.

The ancestral house of the Xu family's house was locked, and the grandmother was picked up by Xu Zeyuan's parents, and since then, the Xu family has been extinct here, scattered at the end of the world.

The death of his grandfather, the separation of his relatives, and the decay of the ancestral hall made Xu Zeyuan deeply sad and lost half of his soul. Grandpa's private school when he was a child spent his whole life teaching enlightened and teaching the dolls in the town a few years old, teaching subsets of scriptures and histories, poems and songs, including Xu Zeyuan. Xu Zeyuan has a good memory since he was a child, so he memorized a lot, but he didn't want to understand the meaning, and then he was older, and remembering more became a weapon for him to be competitive. Later, he completely parted with these old eight strands. It's just that the wine has been buried in his heart, and with the passage of time, it will quietly ferment, last for a long time, flow into his blood, infiltrate his hair and skin, and grow hair in every pore of his body. When he realized the benefits, he didn't have time to repay the favor, but he found that the spirit was still there, and the foundation was gone.

The bright moon and stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south.

Three turns around the tree, what branches can be followed?